Author: Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy PM
It was an accident. So why didn't anyone believe him? Stony, slash, whatever. Read and Review if you like that stuff!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Captain America/Steve R. & Iron Man/Tony S. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,248 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 44 - Follows: 20 - Updated: 07-16-12 - Published: 06-15-12 - id: 8221432
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Pairings: Tony StarkXSteve Rogers, ClintXNatasha, ThorXLoki, BruceXPepper
Story: It was an accident. And no one seemed to believe him.
Disclaimer:All Characters (c) Marvel
"I will kill you, you bastard!"
Tony stepped a bit closer to Steve, and Natasha and Pepper clutched at each other. After a two year pregnancy, it was finally time for Loki to have his baby. Or babies... With God's, you never really know. Or at least that was how Freya explained it.
Now they were just waiting outside the room, being allowed to Asgard as friends of Thor and Loki. Natasha had made Clint stay home with their baby boy, Alexander, while she went to help Loki. Pepper, now two months pregnant with her and Bruce's baby. She in turn had made Bruce stay and help Clint look after Alexander, the little boy needed to have at least two people looking after him at all times.
Steve and Tony had of course come as well, but Tony was concerned. The only two allowed into the birthing chamber were Thor and Freya, and now Loki's own children stood outside the room with the Avengers as they waited. Fenrir whined quietly as he rested in head in Tony's lap, the wolf had taken a liking to Tony almost immediately, finding his mechanical legs fascinating.
Vali waited as well, pacing as he waited for his father to birth his little sibling. Pepper and Natasha kept their eyes on the young god, for he was known for killing his brother, Narfi. They didn't trust him as far as they could throw him. As the girls kept their eyes peeled, a young woman came running in, breathing heavily as she held up her heavy dress.
"Oh! Am I too late?" Hel gasped, as Vali and Fenrir greeted her. She was quite beautiful, Tony thought, though everything he had read on her said she was also the ruler of the underworld.
"No, sister, father is still in the chamber..." Vali murmured, resting a hand on Fenrir's head. The wolf growled at him before striding back to Tony and curling up next to him.
"How is uncle?" She asked as she looked at the humans that surrounded the outside of the chamber.
"Oh, Thor has been freaking out for the past year," Tony muttered. "He's going to make sure Loki is fine."
"Or Loki will kill him, either one..." Steve laughed quietly. The shouts from Loki were loud, as were the squeals from Thor.
Hel worried with the other women, not only about her father but about her realm as well. She had left it safeguarded, but she still worried. She did not want anything to happen to her father, though.
When all went silent, all those outside, human, demi-god, giant, and animal held their breath. And then, at last, the door opened to reveal as teary-eyed, smiling Thor with a little bundle in his arms. It was so very small, smaller than a human baby would have been, and was dwarfed further in Thor's enormous arms.
Tony and Hel were the first to be able to move. Thor gently pealed back the blanket to reveal a small boy with wide, golden eyes. He did not cry, just opened his tiny mouth in a joyous squeal. Hel was close to crying as well, a hand over her mouth. Tony just smiled widely. The little boy had dark hair like his mother, and Tony had to admit he looked more like Loki than he did Thor. But that smile... oh, that was all Thor.
"Let us see!" Natasha and Pepper pushed their way between Tony and Hel, looking down at the tiny bundle who had begun to squeal in joy once again.
"Thor!" Loki shouted. The father of the little boy immediately rushed back inside the room, this time followed by the others. Fenrir was hot on the god's heels, placing his front feet up on Loki's bed to intently sniff the little boy who now rested in Loki's arms. The wolf barked quietly before licking the baby's face.
"Be careful, brother, don't hurt him!" Hel admonished her brother. Vali stepped up next to gently brush the baby's hair away from his face. He could only smile at the looks Thor and Loki gave each other and the baby. Loki's three older children knew he would never be able to look at them like he looked at that little boy. Because he had never loved their parents like he loved Thor.
"Steve..." Tony whispered as they watched the family and the two human women. "I want a baby."
Steve's eyes widened as he snapped down to look at Tony. "W-what? Really?"
"Yes," Tony murmured before looking up at Steve with that look in his eyes that meant he was completely serious. It was a look Steve had never been able to refuse before.
"T-then we can start remodeling when we get home! I'll contact an adoption agency, we'll have to go shopping of course, and then there's saving up for college! Tony... this is amazing," and then Steve leaned down and kissed his husband and it was like their life was truly about to start.
"Eh-hem!" Loki stated loudly. The two heroes sheepishly stepped forward to join the group once again. "We decided on a name about a month ago..."
"Yes! He shall be called Rasmus!" Thor was a bundle of joy at pronouncing the name of his tiny son.
"It means beloved," Loki clarified softly as he gently let his son play with his hand. "Because we will train him to be the very greatest God and hero there is, because we will, we do, love him. He will one day be great."
Thor leaned down and placed a kiss on his husband and then his son. "He is great already."
"Dad! Hurry up, everyone's gunna be here soon!" the young boy called up the stairs of their St. Augustine mansion.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Tony called down the stairs, pulling on his t-shirt before rushing down the stairs. He grinned as he ruffled his son's hair before quickly striding over to Steve, placing a kiss on his cheek.
"They're five minutes out, according to Bruce," Steve murmured, returning the kiss as their son attempted to fix his hair, glaring at his dad as he did so.
"Just make sure you two don't embarrass me in front of Maria this time!" Peter muttered, pushing between his two fathers.
"Hey, I'm a cool dad! Besides, you don't need any help with Maria, I've seen those looks she gives you," Tony winked at his sixteen-year-old son, grinning widely. They had adopted the five month old Peter just a month after Pepper had given birth to her first daughter, Maria. The friends had decided to raise their children together, Alexander and Rasmus becoming fast friends as the young god grew quickly. At nineteen, Alexander was only coming today as a courtesy to his parents and to help look after his younger siblings. Natasha and Clint had had twins who were now ten, and they were more than just a handful. Johnny and Clint Jr. were troublemakers times ten.
The only one able to calm them was Pepper's oldest, Maria. She was a calm young sixteen-year-old now, with a gentle smile and soft brown hair. She helped raise her younger brother Thomas, now twelve, and her younger sister Antonia, Toni for short, who was the youngest of them all, only eight.
When the door burst open, seventeen year-old Rasmus was the first one inside. He was grown rapidly, and was now rivaling his mother's height and his father's body weight. He was strong and handsome, with a constant grin. "Peter!" Rasmus shouted, running over and hugging his friend. He lifted him off the ground easily, and Peter grinned at his old friend.
"Hi, Pete," Maria murmured as she walked into the room, followed by her siblings.
"H-hi, Maria..." Peter muttered, blushing as Rasmus put him down.
"Man of Iron! Steven!" Thor shouted happily as he strode inside, followed by the heavily pregnant Loki, who just glared at everything. The god patted his friends on the back, laughing happily.
"Good to see you, Thor!" Steve greeted.
"No, it's mine!"
Enter the twins. Junior and Johnny were currently fighting over a small bow that their father had given them. Alexander followed with a sigh, plucking the bow out of his brothers hand.
The children all filed out of the living room quickly, heading to the backyard to swim and catch up while their parents talked and reminisced. They were no longer the protectors of Earth, they had retired years ago. Bruce and Tony talked about their current work, Tony working on a new hovercraft while Bruce worked on medicines. Pepper and Natasha cooed over Loki's stomach, conversing like old friends should. Pepper had lead Stark Ind. to new heights, while Natasha had become a successful martial arts trainer after her retirement. Clint, who talked now with Steve and Thor, had become a high school archery teacher, and was quite content with his new family life.
Steve and Tony had never really settled down. When they discovered their son's spider-like powers, they had vowed to keep him out of the fighting. They did not want Peter to have to become something he did not him to, they wanted to give him a choice. A choice they didn't have the luxury of two decades ago.
"How are your legs, Tony?" Bruce asked.
"Eh, still giving me a bit of pain, but it's better than not having them!" Tony laughed.
Steve looked over at his husband upon hearing his laugh. He made his way over to him and curled his arms around Tony's middle from behind, placing his chin on Tony's shoulder. "God, we've all gotten so old!" Steve laughed.
"Speak for yourself," Loki hissed. "Mortals." He rolled his eyes, placing a hand on his stomach.
"Now, love, that's just the hormones speaking and you know it," Thor comforted, sitting down beside his husband, massaging his stomach gently.
"I wish you would learn how to use a fucking condom, Thor!" Loki muttered. "I told you, I only wanted one more child, Rasmus is enough of a challenge! And now triplets!"
"Triptlets?" Thor perked up at that, as did the others. "You didn't tell me that!"
"Oh, that is going to hurt..." Natasha muttered in sympathy. "I mean, twins was bad enough..."
"Triplets!" Thor was now shouting, he had never really gotten rid of that habit. "Triplets! Oh, this is going to make father so happy! Triplets!"
"I think we should hold off on telling father," Loki muttered. "Seeing as how he fainted after learning of Rasmus, I don't know how he'll respond to having three more grandchildren at once."
"Loki, Thor, we are so happy for you," Tony proudly stated, holding Steve's arms around him. "This is going to be amazing! We'll of course help, in any way we can. Oh! I have been working on some new metals! One might be strong enough to create a new crib for the three of them, mixed with some Agardian magic, of course."
"Oh, thank Odin..." Loki muttered. "Rasmus was bad enough with the standard cribs."
"Triplets..." And it finally seemed to sink in for Thor. "Oh my Odin..."
"I would never change this mismatched family for anything, Tony," Steve whispered in his husbands ear. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Steve."
And they were happy. Finally, finally happy.
A/N: Ahahahahah! A fluffy, happy ending you all your awesome reviewers! WEEEE!
So, yeah, I've had this done for like two weeks.
Sorry bout that.
Aw well! Off to yet another story I forgot to upload!