Chapter 1
Loki woke up with a gasp in the middle of the night, his bed was all sticky sheets and legs entangled with his lover, he would almost have preferred to continue sleeping if it wasn't for the signal that had shaken his body until it took away all sleep.
"Tony." He shook the sleeping figure next to him until He had no choice but to start moving with sleepy moans.
Tony scooted just far enough to spread Loki's legs apart and place his head between his thighs.
"That's not what I called you for, idiot!"
The engineer, now yes, opened his eyes beginning to stretch with a yawn.
"Why do you wake me up in the middle of the night? I've only slept a few… eh…”
"One hour and nineteen minutes, since Mr. Loki and you finished your activities. It´s 4:37 am and it is a clear night.”
"Thank you, Jarv. So? What can't wait for tomorrow?”
Loki rolled his eyes at the sarcastic tone, but he answered anyway.
“I'm pregnant.”
Tony started having a coughing fit. The worst attack he had ever had, a kind of cough mixed with hiccups of death that did not let him breathe. Loki summoned a pitcher and poured cold water into a floating glass which the mortal drank in one gulp.
“If it's one of your jokes, I swear that...”
"No, idiot." He mustered as calm as he could before continuing. “I just felt it. Another presence making a hole inside my belly, I'm VERY sure.”
Tony rubbed his hair, no longer sleepy at all.
“Hocus pocus, then. But how? because right now?”
He knew that Loki was fluid sex and he had exploited that ability quite a bit during their year of relationship, although the possibility of pregnancy hadn't crossed his mind. He also hadn't used protection beyond the first encounters, he had left all the responsibility to Loki.
“Usually it's impossible. I use spells that prevent me from being able." Loki bit his lip before continuing, he had had an epiphany. “Do you remember when two weeks ago I suffered from that terrible deadly Midgardian disease?”
"You had the flu and yes." It was a pretty crazy week, every time his boyfriend sneezed the butter came to life or the plants turned into cats. He had once exchanged hawkeye and black widow suits when they had come to deliver a report from Shield and Loki greeted them with a housecoat and a red nose.
That was great. He still remembered Clint's embarrassed squeak at finding himself in the low-cut uniform, three sizes smaller than his usual suit, which ripped in all the key places.
And not to brag, but he had been the best boyfriend in the world. Way above his usual standards. He had made him homemade chicken soup, curled up on the couch for hours beside him not caring to be between snotty handkerchiefs and had rubbed his back after running him a hot bath. The complete pack.
Of course, he hadn't been able to resist the vulnerable and cuddly Loki much either, so unlike the usual petulant asshole he loved so much and had made love with him to several times. As much as the sick god had been able to handle.
“My magic was responding erratically to me because of the illness so the contraception spell must have been affected in the same way.”
Tony took a moment to look at Loki in the dim moonlight streaming through the window: he was two shades whiter than his normal pallor and his lower lip trembled. At this point he perfectly recognized the symptoms of insecurity common in his boyfriend and psyched himself up to try to use the right words. He couldn't afford to be the usual asshole.
“Hey! It's okay." He surrounded the sorcerer in his arms tracing comforting circles on his back. "We're not exactly teenage parents. I'm already forty-three and you must be like a million years old.”
Tony received a half-hearted elbow in the ribs from him in return.
“And we have money, lots and lots of money. We can buy to the baby an amusement park on his/her birthday or a pony, or an amusement park full of ponies, whatever the kid wants... And we love each other, right?”
They hadn't gotten off to an easy start with everything surrounding a superhero and ex-villain sleeping together and their personalities hadn't made what followed much better, but after both came to risk their lives for each other and an attack of jealousy chaos god-level that involved many apologies to the press, it had been useless to keep denying it.
He was madly in love with him and sure as hell Loki loved him too, although the bastard still liked to play hard to get when it came to expressing feelings.
“There are couples who have it much harder than us and yes, I don't think I have any parenting skills to begin with, but we'll always have Pepper.”
"Are you really okay with it? You want…?”
"Yeah. Okay, it hasn't been planned and maybe I would have waited a couple more years of just the two of us before bringing it up, but yeah. I think we can do it." He formed a soft smile as his hand began to rub the still flat belly of Loki. "So two weeks ago, huh?"
Loki nodded with a half smile as he settled himself better in his lover's arms. Two weeks ago, he could have had Tony's child.
"Tony." He whispered half asleep. “I know what a pony is, my kid will not ride that humiliating animal. She or he will learn to ride the winged horses of Asgard.”
“Okay, but when the child is three.”