Chapter 8

Loki had asked Jarvis to start a movie since no one trusted him to work the DVD player. At some point he managed to fall asleep watching V for Vendetta.
"Yes, that fight. Don't tell me you two had another fight?"
"A spat, I don't like the word fight. And it was nothing. Loki was just sore that I rode him so hard last night."
"I don't need to know details Tony." He smiled a bit then sighed. "I just came by to see how you two were doing."
"We're fine. So you can relax. And don't worry; Loki isn't mad about you smashing him into the ground over and over. At least not very angry. He still frowns when I bring it up."
Loki had woken up at some point but didn't feel like actually getting up for anything, not that he needed too. After five minutes he asked for another movie only to fall asleep during the last half hour of it.  
The two science friends spoke for a good while, sharing a laugh before Bruce had to leave. Tony headed back upstairs and sighed, his neck sore. But he'd gotten his work done. What else could he ask for? The playboy grabbed a soda and was about to take drink when he noticed Loki asleep. With a little grin, he walked over and put a hand to the god's stomach.  
Loki's eyes fluttered open as he felt someone's hand upon him.
"Anthony?" Sitting up a bit he looked the man in the eye.
"Sorry, didn't mean to bug ya." The playboy grinned and leaned down, planting a kiss on his lover's forehead. "You want me to carry you to the room your highness?"
"No, I wanna stay here, with you." Loki grabbed Tony and pulled him down onto the couch with him, somehow managing to settle them so they both fit.
Tony smiled and wrapped his arms around Loki's waist, holding him close.
"Hmm, well, this is the most comfortable couch I have. We could stay here a while." He sighed and stared at the wall. "Thanks for the sandwich by the way."
"I can't have the father of my children starving now can I?" Loki spoke against the skin of Tony's shoulder.  
"Heh! I wonder if this is how my father felt when he realized he was going to have a kid?" Tony tried to keep his smile strong, but felt himself sway. He'd never been very close to his father. The man was always so absorbed in his fame and his work that he never paid much attention to his son. Would Tony be that man? Would he be just as cold and uncaring to his children? Tony's smile faded, and his gaze went distant.
Loki sat up to look at Tony. He knew how cold Tony’s father had been to him. How the man had been more interested in his work and finding the Captain to remember he had a wife and child.
"I'm sure you'll make a great father."  
Tony blinked and looked at Loki then smiled.
"I hope you're right. I'd hate to have inherited more than brains from my dad." The playboy nuzzled his face into Loki's chest. "You'll make a great mother. Or second father?"  
"Second father. Just because I’ll be the one to give birth makes me no less of a man. Remember that." Loki told him laying back down and staying quiet for a while. "I was looking at baby names while I was in the library." Loki confessed.
"Oh really? Did you pick out some new ones? Cause I was thinking, just as a suggestion, to name one of the kids Rex." Tony grinned stupidly and chuckled as Loki hit him. "All right, all right! What names did you pick?"
"Remus, Dimitri, Aksel for boy’s names. For girl Cain with a K. Orian spelled O-R-I-A-N. Ila and Astrid." Loki had liked those names best. He would refuse to give Tony a tony if she deemed to name any one of them Rex.
"Oh, I like Remus. Now that is fancy. And I realized where I went wrong. He'd be Remus Starkson/Lokison. Or do we only pick one? And if it's a girl I vote Astrid. That sounds like asteroid."  
"Well since you are the sire it's would be more sense to use Starkson. But Remus Starkson doesn't fit well. Stark maybe and leave it at that."
"Remus Stark. Or Astrid Stark. I can't wait to have kids. But instead of dad I'll make them call me king." Tony grinned broadly and ran his fingers through Loki's hair.  
"Let’s just hope they don't inherit that massive ego of yours." Loki stated. Odin forbid if such a thing happened. One ego was enough but two and one being as child Valhalla help them all.  
"Oh knock it off. You love my ego. I'm sexy as hell because of it." Tony retorted with a pout and looked up at Loki. "Besides, if they didn't get my ego they'd get yours." He smiled and wrinkled his nose playfully.  
"Yes and my ego is nowhere near the size of yours Stark. Quite sure even before its birth if the child bares your ego it will make its self well known."  
"Is that such a bad thing? With an ego like mine the kid could be a hippo and everyone would praise him." He smirked a little. "But don't worry; I'll knock him down a bit if he gets more egotistical than me."
"It's official, we're doomed." Loki said teasingly. Shifting slightly as his hips ached a bit from the odd position they were in.
Tony frowned and moved so Loki was on top of him.
"Now listen here, I'm not the one who came to earth wearing a reindeer helmet." Tony tried to be serious, but couldn't keep himself from smiling a bit. He actually missed that helmet a bit.  
"My helmet has nothing to do with this." Loki glared bringing his knee up just enough to press down lightly on Tony's manhood for the insult.
Tony gasped and tensed up, looking down then back up at Loki.
"I can't give you kids if my gun isn't working." He hoped that would calm Loki. When the god threatened his manhood, it was always serious.  
Loki eased up. There was enough of Tony in him to even though it was impossible get him pregnant three times over at least. He could still feel it.
Tony breathed a deep sigh of relief and readjusted himself. Better keep the family jewels safe while they were still worth something.
"So, how does pregnancy work for us? Do you turn into a woman or something?"
"I won't turn into a woman, at least not entirely. I can shape shift you've seen it. When I do shape shift, my organs turn to match my female form as well. That is how both my eldest and Fenrir came to be." Loki took a deep breath before explaining how it would work for them. "Though I may still full look like a male the inside of me is no longer so." Loki shared. "That's why I said it would be a matter of two weeks before we know for sure."
Tony tried not to imagine how that happened. His mind was still too young to see something quite like that. But he nodded, getting the basics of it.
"Makes sense." He leaned against Loki. "I don't have to meet your parents, do I?"
That was the only part Loki hadn't told him.
"Jarvis lights please." Loki asked.
"Certainly sir."
"If we are going to go down this road then you'll have to. They will accept you to make an honest man out of me." Loki stated. "Anthony, please don't look at me like that. I've born three children out of wedlock already. One is half dead, another horse and the last a wolf. My mother is displeased I bedded so young and bore children before the age of 20." Loki explained.
His jaw hung open in complete disbelief but no words came out. Tony thought Loki was joking, just a little fun to end the day, but no. Tony made a strange sound in agitation then gripped his own hair.
"Oh you are sneaky, not telling me about this until after I'd gotten you pregnant!" Tony groaned and ran his hands over his face. How would he compare to gods? He'd look like a bug compared to everyone Loki knew. For the first time in a long time, Tony felt powerless. How was he expected to stand up to the glory of gods?  
“At best you will only have to meet my mother. You know Thor and he sees you as an ally and they will vouch for you to Odin." Loki told him. “If it bothers you so much about marriage and family then this whole thing can stop right now. It'll only a few seconds and the possibility of having a child is ended if you fear it that much." Loki was suddenly standing before him, feeling that Tony was disgusted with him and that he would rather go back to his life before the god ever entered it.
"Loki let's stop pretending." He looked up at the god hopelessly and took a deep breath. "I'm not like you, in any sense. I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to say to your family! Oh hello madam, I'm your son's lover. By the way, would you like to hear the story of how I met him? See, I was trying to end his life!" Tony felt his hands shake and he shook them, getting more anxious. He hated showing this side to Loki, hated for the god to see him act so human. But he couldn't help it.  
"You assume they want so much of you when they don't. Thor is just over protective and my mother just wants me happy. For all that’s happened, I deserve that much." Loki started walking away from this before things got out of hand. There was a slight pain in his stomach as the organs moved around stopping anything before it could begin.
Tony whimpered upset. He stared at the ceiling, wanting to go over and grab Loki, but he stopped himself. He learned the hard way to give the trickster some space after little spats like this. But it didn't keep him from feeling guilty. He'd never been in a relationship long enough to get to this stage. Now it was real, and becoming something solid. The playboy closed his eyes, doing equations in his head.  
Loki somehow ended up on the roof of stark tower. And not just the landing pad where Tony took off but the very top. He stared at the starless sky thinking of everything and nothing. Loki fell sleep on the roof.
He didn't like being alone in bed. In fact, he hated it. Tony tossed and turned but couldn't get his eyes to stay shut. 'Beer. Beer always helps...' The brunette went into the kitchen and helped himself until he could smile again. He went out and took another big swig before throwing the bottle.
"Ready or not Asgard! Here comes Tony Stark! And just so you know, I fucking love your son!" It was a good thing he didn't have neighbors. Tony laughed and continued shouting and hooting, his nose red.  
Loki had woken up from the cold of the dawn. Wrapping his arms around himself he adjusted just a little bit to make it bearable but quickly gave up and headed inside. Hopefully Stark wasn't awake. A hot shower and then he'd go sleep in the room he'd given to Fenrir. He hadn't turned it back yet.
His head hurt. Why did his head hurt? Tony groaned and turned over on his other side and soon realized he was outside, asleep on the pavement. 'Whaddafuk...?" He chuckled, still a bit drunk and tried to get up. At least he hadn't left the Tower.
"Mmph..." The brunette tried to stand, fell back, and laughed, his head throbbing. He was really hung over. When was the last time he'd actually gotten hung over?  
The shower was quick as Loki dried off before setting the towel aside and crawling into the pile of pelts and furs relishing in the warmth. He felt tears sting his eyes as the scent of his son flooded his nose.  
It was going to be a pain trying to function, but eventually Tony got himself inside. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and looked around, eyes squinted. Why was everything so bright? He stumbled towards his room and flopped over on the bed with a groan. Loki's scent wafted from the blankets, and Tony felt almost completely sober. Damn that man, or god, rather. Come to think of it...Tony sat up suddenly and looked around. Where was Loki?
Loki woke to the sound of Jarvis calling to him.
"Sir Mr. Stark is looking for you."
"I don’t care. I'm staying here and he is not to know where I am." Loki ordered turning over in the furs and settling back into sleep. He didn't want to be bothered at the minute, or for the day for that matter.
He'd blown it. His chance to be happy, to make someone else happy and he'd blown it. Tony ran his hands over his face, his heart racing.
"JARVIS."
"Yes sir?"
"Keep me busy."
"Of course sir. May I ask..."
"No, you may not!" Tony barked at the machine then changed into some fresh clothes. It was fine. He'd be fine. He was Tony Stark. He was always fine. The brunette burst into his lab and locked the door. Who knows? Maybe things were better this way. Then Loki could find someone who...He stopped. Tony shut his eyes tight and opened them again, and started on his work.