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Completely Enough

Summary: After all, Asgardians can have kids too, and a father's love transcends all boundaries.

It was sometime during mid-morning that Loki decided he should have never become a writer. While the alias worked perfectly well for keeping the occasional Human- That- Thinks- They- Know- A- Lot- And- So- Suspects- Loki- Might- Not- Be- All- That- He- Seems, it fell short in one area. The alias insured that he was a stay at home dad.

This wasn't such a bad thing in the beginning of the marriage. Lovely Darcy took care of the Screaming Baby and he shut the door to his study to write. When Screaming Baby turned into Child Number One and Silent Baby followed in his wake, Loki decided he had a "situation" on his hands. This was the only problem with being attracted to his lovely wife: nine months later a little half- breed came into the world.

Some of these thoughts filtered through Loki's mind as he stared somewhat despondently at the paint covered Child Number One.

"… what happened?" Loki wasn't sure if he wanted to know.

The six year old boy version of Darcy grinned at him.

"I found paint in Hamilton's shed," Loki made a mental note to fire the gardener.

"…and?"

"I painted! Like Mummy showed me!" Loki made a mental note to implore Lovely Darcy to never again encourage the children's creativity. Why had she been so against selling them off as slave labor anyways? Surely such things weren't that unheard of in this day and age.

"Daddy! It's pretty! Would you come see? I painted the whole side of the cottage!" Oh good Oden.

Loki stood up from the chair at his desk and picked up his child. "Let's go see, hm? Mummy is still in America—perhaps we should keep the painting till when she comes back?"

Child Number One beamed as Loki set him standing on his desk and turned to face wall. Loki looked into the Playpen where Child Number Two was currently been held prisoner (after she decided she was tall enough to reach the knife drawer) to see if she was still awake. Loki's son clambered onto his father's back in a much practiced movement. Loki paused to adjust his son's arms from strangling him and walked over to his daughter's playpen. She lifted her arms as he bent to pick her up and carried the two children out side.

Child Number One really hadn't been joking when he said he painted the house. Loki looked at the blue rainbows and red finger paintings of— was that Sleipnir? He knew that kid's book of Norse Mythology had been a bad idea. Loki stood slightly baffled as to what he should do next.

A bath, he decided as he stared at a painting of a wolf chasing the moon. Definitely a bath.

As Loki helped Child Number One into the tub and plopped Child Number Two in for good measure, he heard a knock on the door.

Choosing to ignore the sound, Loki continued to pour water over his youngest head, washing out the baby shampoo in her hair. The little girl looked at her father with an expression akin to hero worship on her face before she had to close her eyes as the water ran over her face. The little boy in the bathtub was making fascinating noises as he played with toy tug boat. He wasn't concerning himself at all with washing the paint off his body.

"Daddy?" the boy's voice pulled Loki out of his reverie on Asgardian Boar Eating Rituals. Those festival pranks had always been so amusing.

"Yes, son?"

"Are you going to answer the door?" Ah, the knocking hadn't stopped.

"Should I?" He asked, making his son's brow crinkle. He took his kids out of the tub and helped the youngest dry off and get dressed while keeping an eye on his son.

"Mummy always does." Ah yes, Darcy was such a good influence on people.

"I'm not Mum," Loki replied. He wondered when he first started having ethical debates about doors with six year olds. Probably around the time his son first turned six.

"Then why don't you just change the person? Into a bird or something? Then they can fly away." His son was staring at him with round eyes. His daughter laughed a little as Loki's eyes mirrored his son's.

"You saw that?"

Child Number One nodded.

Loki cringed a little recalling a rather unpleasant encounter with the milkman last month. Darcy had kicked him to the couch for a week after that, never mind that Loki explained he was just trying to help. The man had such a sour expression anyways; Loki was just trying to give him a body fitting of his face! Too bad Lovely Darcy knew him to well. He might have been able to pull that one off when they were dating, but years of married life had taught her otherwise.

"It's not… um… nice to change people into… things that aren't people." He said lamely. He never pretended to be good with kids. Foals were so much easier.

Loki helped the kids down the stairs and opened the door, hoping to stop the incessant knocking.