Okay guys so this is actually the end! I hope you enjoyed this fic but watch this space, there are always more fic ideas in my journal :D
A shrill wail erupted through the mansion, follow closely by the dull voice that was JARVIS at 3 in the morning.
Sir, I do believe Little Stark is distressed and hungry
Tony rolled onto his side, bashing his lover round the head with a pillow. "Your son is awake. Go feed him"
"I gave birth to him, you get up and feed him, Stark."
Tony sighed, knowing he would end up being the one to feed the baby, but not wanting to go down without a fight.
"Ugh, i know you gave birth to him darling, you haven't lost the baby weight yet."
Tony's eyes widened as his mouth stopped moving. Shit. Tony knew Loki still had issues with his body image, and it had been a hard time during his pregnancy to keep him from reverting to unhealthy habits again. There were times when Tony had had to physically hold Loki for hours and hours, whispering to him how beautiful he was, and that the rapidly growing bump on his abdomen only made him more beautiful, showing the precious life that grew within him.
And now he could possibly have undone all that with a quip.
"Shit, Loki, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, you know what I'm like when I'm tired, it was a joke, you know how beautiful I think you are-" He was cut off by a long, slender finger on his lips, green eyes staring into his own.
"Hush, you babbling fool, I know. It meant nothing. I think I saw what you think of me when you took to writing how beautiful I was on every surface you could find, iincluding/i Mjolnir. I am sorry you feel the need to repress your...unending wit in front of me. Relax, love, I will take it as it is. A joke." Loki kissed him, long and deep, exploring Tony's mouth with his tongue. They broke apart, bleary eyes and sleepy, but no less in love than the day they married. In this moment, there wasn't a thing in the cosmos that would tear Tony Stark from his husbands side.
"Now go feed the baby, idiot."
Except that.
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