V
"Tony! You cannot commission me to organize an entire wedding and not decide between any of the options!" The redhead opened a briefcase with a bunch of collected photos. "The centerpieces. Vanilla and gold or the coral one? "
The engineer was cornered.
"Pepper, I sure as hell don't know what the color coral is. Why don't you ask Loki? Let everything be as he wishes, set up the wedding of his dreams."
The woman sighed tiredly.
"I did it. He's as bored by it as you are, he just decided the menu should contain dragon and something about an Asgardian custom where you fight over his hand in a loincloth."
"Well, now you have a place to start, you get the dragon and I can fulfill the loincloth thing for him tonight."
The redhead was about to protest when a meow made them both look at their feet. A small gray kitten was insistently rubbing against them.
"Where did you come from, cutie?" Pepper smiled, bending down to his height to caress him.
Tony's eyes widened at the sight of the animal's tail: a huge houseplant leaf that he had left unprocessed. He had already experienced this only a few months ago.
"Loki!?" He yelled, starting to look for him around the tower. "Are you doing unintentional magic again?"
The god appeared, eight months pregnant and with dark circles under his eyes.
"You are well? Won't you be sick?"
"No."
A sudden surge of magic changed Potts's business attire into a harlequin outfit.
"Loki!" She yelled as Tony Stark tried to hold back his laughter.
A second later, Tony was wearing the same costume.
"Hey! Undo it. These clothes don't turn me on at all for a game in bed."
"It's not me." He growled annoyed.
The television in the dining room came on at that moment, showing an episode of Peppa Pig, and Loki staggered into Tony's arms before hitting the floor.
"Are you well?"
"I can call a doctor." Pepper said, the phone already in hand.
"No. I'm fine." He insisted stubbornly.
"Is it the baby that's doing magic?"
The god shook his head again.
"Almost. He is using my own magic, which I feed him with. He uses it for mischief."
Tony's smile widened.
"I know what you're thinking. It's not fun."
"You can't get mad at our baby because he likes mischief." The engineer's smile was still huge.
"I'm not angry with him, I'm angry with you."
"It's okay. We can discuss that later, but for now what you need is to rest."
Tony lifted him into his arms before carrying him into his bedroom, where he deposited him on the mattress. Right after, he stripped out of his ridiculous costume down to his boxers and climbed into bed with him, hugging him around his huge waist.
Loki turned to face him, wrapping his arms around his neck to start kissing him. The temperature in the room rose a few degrees as both tongues tangled between them.
"I want you to fuck me."
"Aren't you tired for that? Although obviously yes."
Tony's lips settled on the front of his wrist beginning to create a delicate path.
"No! " Loki snorted, pushing him away. "I don't want you rocking inside me while you fill me with cloying kisses. Seriously, I want you to fuck me."
"My love, you are eight months pregnant."
"You don't find me attractive anymore." He moaned.
"Than? No! Damn, check it yourself." Tony took the hand of his partner to support it in the member of him that was hard as a rock. "You only need to hint at the word sex to have me drooling over you. But even so it would not put your security at risk, we can wait a little longer."
"Last time we did it hard, I was four months pregnant. You pinned my hands behind my back and fucked me against the wall." He muttered.
The engineer smiled, placing a kiss on his belly.
"I promise that when we have the baby we will stain that wall again."
The god pouted, still annoyed, he didn't want to wait that long.
"But meanwhile…" Tony slipped between his legs, lowering his mouth to the height of his penis "I'm going to be so imaginative that you won't miss it."
***
The baby-to-be's antics had gotten worse in his last month of pregnancy and Loki's inadvertent magic was unleashed. The demigod had his energy low, but he had refused to stay in bed and Tony was chasing him around the house in fear that he would pass out.
The only good thing Loki could get out of the situation is that the rest of the Avengers would tense up when he entered the same room as them, afraid of being turned into anything. Thor had spent ten hours turned into a frog just two days ago.
He walked to the sofa ready to sleep there until the annoying tummy woke him up, but he stayed halfway there. A strong contraction caused him to automatically bring his hands to his belly.
"Tony?"
"Yeah, baby?" Stark walked up to him, being paralyzed when he saw the face of his fiancée "It's the baby, right? is he coming already?!"
Tony bit back an unmanly cry and concentrated on normalizing his heartbeat. They had everything ready, they didn't have to worry. He just needed to take the travel bag, notify Dr. Cho, not faint on the way... these were simple tasks for a super genius.
Loki had just broken the bag and that gave them a few hours to reach the Shield facility if everything happened at the rate of a normal delivery. When Loki grabbed his arm in an unfriendly way he knew none of that was going to happen.
"Loki, don't...”
"I can not control it!"
And they both disappeared from the room with a green flash.