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Loki, the God of Lies, Tricks and Mischief was tired. For the past two millennia he had played his role to perfection. The role his adopted father, the wise All Father Odin, had selected for him the day he had picked up the infant on Jotunheim . Abandoned by his biological father only to be manipulated by his adopted father, Loki had authority issues that ran almost the length of the Bifrost.
After his excursion in New York, he had been taken back to Asgard to serve his punishment - to be placed in a cave, bound with a rope while a snake dripped venom on his face. Sigyn, a handmaiden to his adopted mother Frigga, had the misfortune to be in love with Loki. As a result she had volunteered to hold a bowl above his face to catch the venom until the bowl was filled and while she went outside the cave to empty it, his face was exposed to the venom and the excruciating pain that accompanied it. Odin slowed time for Loki for his punishment - so while two hundred years had passed in the infernal snake pit for Loki, only two years had passed for the Avengers in New York. Enough time for them to recover, to band together again and save the world from other aliens. Enough time for Odin to forget his adopted son and for his adopted mother to plead for his release. Odin was a stubborn, proud man used to getting his way and was a man who only bent to his wife. Odin reluctantly agreed for his bastard son, as he was so fond of calling him, to be released.
Loki walked out of the cave and for the first time in his life was adrift with no purpose. He no longer wanted to be the God of Mischief and Lies but who was he outside of that? How could he discover who he truly was? His father had banished him to a remote part of Asgard no doubt in the hopes that he would rebel, cause chaos and be forced into another, longer, harsher punishment. The stubborn side of Loki refused to give him the pleasure. As a result, Loki found himself spending more and more time at the Bifrost with Heimdall, who like most everyone on Asgard, mistrusted Loki. Loki had the common sense to stay quiet and humble in his presence, asking the guard of the Bifrost questions and leaning from the man.
Slowly, Heimdall began to trust Loki and allowed him to view Earth on a more frequent basis. At first Loki watched the Avengers so he could tease his brother mercilessly about his good deeds but his focus slowly became Bruce Banner, the Hulk, the only mortal who had been able to best him while he had been on earth. As he observed Bruce he found himself envious of the balance the man had found with his alter ego. It was during this time that he also began to try and repair his relationship with his daughter Hel. Loki realized he was on the same path with her as Odin had been with him - forcing her to play a role she may not have wanted. The two of them began to slowly repair their relationship, and much like Heimdall, Hel slowly began to trust her father but with a healthy dose of skepticism. Loki honestly couldn’t blame her.
Loki sat on the throne next to his daughter, scowling. He had been watching Bruce for a little over a year now. He wanted to seek out Banner, and learn how to find balance like he had but was unsure how to proceed with the Avenger since they hadn’t exactly started out on the best of terms.
“Loki,” Hel snapped, “Hel to Loki, come in!”
Loki had the decency to look momentarily chagrined before he scowled at hius daughter. She merely raised an eyebrow at her father, perhaps the only person in the universe truly unafraid or irritated by the former God of Mischief.
“Thinking of Bruce again are you? Where’s your sense of adventure, your courage? Where is the God that tried to take over New York?”
“The God that failed and was sent to a poisonous snake pit for 200 years? No thanks. This requires more delicacy. Hel, I want to change, be different. I no longer want to be Odin’s puppet, his plaything.” He turned to face his daughter, his face full of genuine remorse, “I want to fix our relationship. I’ve forced you into a role you did not want but how do I fix hundreds of years of preconceived notions and habits?”
Hel raised an eyebrow at her father, “My my this is an interesting turn of events. Loki, the great God of Mischief and Lies, wants to break the cycle? Here's my advice then. Get off your royal ass, stop moping, and go talk to this green scientist.”
“What if he says no?”
“You won’t know until you ask, correct? I have a thought…if he is unsure of your sincerity tell him you will give up your powers for a certain amount of time to learn humility, fear, weakness or in other words what it means to be mortal.”
It was Loki’s turn to raise his eyebrow at his daughter's suggestion then slowly nodded. “Yes, that is a thought to consider. Thank you.” With that he abruptly stood up in search of his adopted brother, leaving his daughter to shake her head in wonderment.
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“Thor!” Loki shouted through the halls of the castle. He knew he was on borrowed time before he was kicked out of the palace by the guards but it was imperative he find the blond half wit if his plan was to be successful. Thor sauntered out of the great hall with an alehorn in his hand. “Brother!” he bellowed and wrapped an arm around Loki’s shoulders.
Loki wrinkled his nose, “By Odin’s beard you are letting yourself go ever since Jane left you.”
Thor gave him a sorrowful look and started to pull away before Loki hurriedly said, “I’m sorry! That was unkind. I have a favor to ask of you. I’m unsure how to ask so sarcasm and meanness are my first response. I am sorry Thor.”
Thor sat down abruptly and hard on the chair outside the door, looking at his brother with his mouth open, and ale spilling out of his cup as his hands went slack. “Loki,” he finally whispered, “Is this some kind of trick? What kind of spell has Odin put on you?”
Loki sat next to his brother. He shook his head replying quietly, “No tricks or spells Thor. I’m tired. Tired of the role Odin has assigned to me, tired of being second fiddle to the golden boy that is you. I want to be good, I want to find balance. I want to change.”
Thor looked at his brother with an air of skepticism, unsure he should believe his brother when hundreds of years have told him otherwise. “If you doubt me, talk to Hel. I’ve been trying to fix my relationship with her and she has actually been offering me advice on the favor I want to ask of you.”
Thor again raised his eyebrow, saying “I believe you brother. You would not invoke your daughter's name lightly. So, how will I help you?”
Loki looked around before asking, “Can we go to your quarters? I don’t want or need one of your cronies eavesdropping or spoiling our plans.” Thor put down the alehorn on the bench and began walking towards his room. When they entered the room Thor sat in a large armchair by the fireplace and Loki sat across from him. They sat in silence for a moment, Loki trying to gather his thoughts, unsure how to proceed. Thor, unable to bear the silence any longer, finally broke it by saying “Speak brother, this silence is unnerving.”
Loki let out a sigh then began speaking. “Odin and I have always had a rocky relationship,” Thor let out a snort at this to which Loki gave a small grin, “and I had been more than willing to play my role as the God of Mischief and Lies. However, for the past several hundred years I have been growing dissatisfied with the role and being forced to be someone I feel I am not. So, after my unsuccessful takeover of New York and my imprisonment I became determined to break free. I began to go to the Bifrost and began to watch your little group of do gooders. Initially I watched so I could tease you mercilessly about your good deeds but my focus slowly became Banner. Not only was he the only mortal who had been able to beat me while I had been on earth but I found myself becoming envious of the balance the man had found with his alter ego.”
Thor raised an eyebrow and spoke, “So you want to learn from Banner? Is that what you're asking?”
Loki looked at his brother and nodded. “I figured if you were on my side and asked he might be more willing to hear me out. I know he doesn’t trust me and I don’t blame him but you’re his friend and he would listen to you.”
“How do you suggest Banner goes about this? What is your plan?”
Here Loki sighed, he wasn’t completely sure how this plan was going to work either but he had the beginnings of one in his mind. “Well, I’ve been thinking that I would move to New York, get an apartment close to Bruce and just observe? Learn? Have him teach me his mystical ways?”
“Loki, can you be serious please?”
“I am! I will move to New York and I’m not sure how I will learn from him but I want to!”
Thor observed him for a few minutes, as if trying to determine how serious his brother was before he nodded his head. “Alright, I’ll help you. We have an Avengers meeting tomorrow at Stark Tower. I’ll bring you with me but I can’t promise how they will respond to you.”
“Thank you Thor, that's all I ask.” Thor shook his head as he watched his brother exit his room, still unable to wrap his mind around Loki wanting to change. A few days later found the brothers in the Avengers Tower with Loki pacing outside one of the conference rooms while Thor spoke with his team of do gooders inside. Finally, the do gooders left the room, each giving him a skeptical look as they did. Thor came to the door and beckoned him. As he walked by Thor whispered, “Good luck brother” and closed the door as he left. Loki faced Bruce who sat at the head of the table, leg crossed, eyebrow raised.
“Your brother spoke to me, so what do you want?”
Loki, for the first time in his life, was acutely nervous knowing that his future depended on the man sitting in front of him. Bruce raised an eyebrow at the man in front of him, unaccustomed to the God of Mischief being silent, “Well are you going to speak or can I leave?”
Loki sighed and began to speak. He started at the beginning of his life with Odin taking the child he had orphaned by killing Laufey, the Frost Giant King, and his childhood resenting his treatment by both his father and citizens of Asgard. His father for treating him less than his own son Thor, the citizens of Asgard for seeing him only as the son of a slain adversary and less than worthy to live among them. He spoke of his role as the God of Mischief and how he had gladly played the role for two millennia but was now bone tired of being forced into this role, and he wanted to change. He spoke about how he had watched Thor and his do-gooder group of friends in order to make fun of Thor but by the end he watched Banner and grew jealous of the balance the man had seemed to find. He paused before continuing, “What I am asking Mr. Banner, is for your help. For your guidance. You’ve made peace with the green man and I want to find peace with my own demons. I’m asking for your help.”
Bruce’s mouth dropped open in amazement. He quickly snapped his mouth shut and gave Loki a doubtful gaze. “Why, in God’s name should I fucking trust you?
Loki shrugged, responding, “You have no reason to trust me. However, I have a proposition for you ... .and no it's not sexual, although that is in the cards if you play it right.” At this Loki winked at Bruce who huffed out a small laugh before raising his eyebrow, as if to say, “I’m listening.”
“It was suggested by someone very close to me, and before you speak no it was not my oaf of a brother -- he’s not that smart, that to prove my sincerity that I give up my powers for a time to learn what it means to be mortal.”
Bruce’s eyebrows had risen so much they disappeared into his hairline and he was stunned into silence for so long it began to scare the God of Mischief. “I’ll save myself the embarrassment and say that your answer is no. Thanks for listening and I’ll see myself out before the playboy egomaniac has me thrown out.” Loki turned on his heels and with as much dignity as he could muster, which was quite a bit considering the situation, he began to walk out the door and towards the elevator. He had just pressed the button when he heard Banner quietly say, “You’ll give up your powers huh?”
Loki turned to him, smirked and said, “I’ll take that as a yes?”
“God help me,” Bruce responded, “The scientist won out over common sense, I want to test the hypothesis to see if you can actually change. So how will this actually work? We have our research topic and hypothesis but what will our steps be? How will we see if the God of Mischief and Lies can actually change?”
Loki arched an eyebrow before responding, “Well, clearly the first step will have to be me giving up my powers for a determined period of time. So, Mr. Scientist, how long should that time be?”
Bruce contemplated for a moment before speaking, “How about we take this conversation somewhere a bit more private and comfortable? There is a space I use quite often to keep the hulk at bay - it's a beautiful floor that is an aquarium. Let's go there.”
For the next several hours they planned what life would be like for the two of them for the next year. “Anyone can do anything for three months,” Bruce had said after Loki had suggested that timeframe, “Just ask any New Year's goal - the real trick will be to see if you can last 12 months.” It was determined that Loki would move into Bruce’s apartment for two reasons, according to Bruce. First, Loki could be kept under constant surveillance by Bruce and as a scientist he would want to keep constant data on him. Secondly, Bruce would be able to keep Loki safe from the Avengers and other higher ups who were still pissed at the God of Mischief and Lies for the chaos he had caused. Bruce also told him that there would be a routine set in place for him to be able to gain balance and peace in his life without having to resort to chaos and murder. At the end of th e tête-à-tête Bruce stood, saying, “At the end of one standard earth week you will be at my apartment bags in hand, powers gone to begin our experiment of reforming the God of Mischief - is this understood?”
Loki nodded solemnly, making his hand into a three-fingered salute, “On my honor as a Boy Scout I will be there.” Bruce rolled his eyes and started to walk away, leaving Loki to stare after him, a warmth in his belly that he couldn’t place and slightly turned on at Bruce's domineering nature.
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Loki stood outside of Bruce’s door with a small suitcase and a duffle, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door. As he waited he felt a shiver go down his spine, and he realized that for the first time in his life he was scared and nervous. If this is what it meant to be mortal then he would go back to Hel, get his powers back and be done. Just as he was about to turn and leave Bruce opened the door, with an eyebrow raised. “So, the God of Mischief actually had the balls to show up!” As he spoke he opened his door to allow Loki access.
As he entered he quickly took in Banner's apartment - a small one bedroom, one bathroom with a den that looked out onto Central Park. As he looked at his new home, he felt something brush against his leg and he looked down to see a Westie sniffing about his legs before wagging his tale. Bruce came to stand beside Loki, “You should feel honored, Steven doesn’t accept everyone so easily -- there is good in you yet.” Loki glared at Bruce but found the man to be completely sincere. Bruce pointed toward the den saying, “This will be your room for the next year, sorry we will have to share the bathroom.” Loki slowly entered the room, quickly taking in the bifold bookcase that hid his bed, as well as a desk. He slowly sat down at the desk, before murmuring a quiet thank you to Bruce.
The rest of the evening passed quickly as they set Loki up in his new home. That night, as he lay in bed with Steven at the bottom of the bed, he wondered just what in Valhalla's name he had gotten himself into.
The next morning found Loki waking to the smell of bacon, eggs and coffee. He slowly got out of bed, shuffling into the kitchen. “Good Morning sleeping beauty, sleep well?” Loki glared at Banner before grabbing a cup of coffee. “Ah, I should've known the God of Mischief wasn’t a morning person.” As Loki slowly woke up, he spoke in a low voice, “So what is on the agenda for today?”
“Well, I have to go to work at Mt Sinai so today you’ll be taking care of Steven and then going to your first Yoga class.”
“What the fuck Bruce! You’re leaving me to dog sit and sit cross legged on the floor? I could have done that at home with my powers.”
Bruce glared at the man before saying firmly, “Remember you came to me for help. It took me years to figure out what worked, but I know what does. So, you are going to do as I say or this ‘experiment’ of yours,” Loki could feel the air quotes and it took everything within him not to throw his cup at Bruce's head, “will be over before you can say ‘ Ergi’. Understood?”
“You would dare call me a coward, mortal?” Loki spat out.
Banner stood, and towered over the sitting Loki, “Do you understand?”
Loki, for the first time in his life was in awe of someone else, silently nodded his head before muttering, “Fine.”
Bruce nodded, sat down and asked, “Are you not even curious as to why I am having you be a ‘dog sitter’?”
Loki just raised an eyebrow not even dignifying the question with an answer. “Well, there are several health benefits to owning a dog, one of them being reducing depression. Let’s face it, many of the things you have done have been out of selfishness and a spiraling depression. Helping to take care of Steven is the first step, of many, to help those things. Besides the physical benefits, yoga will also help you build community so you learn how to work with others without the need to dominate, or use them for ulterior motives.” Loki, knowing he was beaten, asked, “Why the fuck did you name him Steven anyway?” Bruce smirked before responding, “Well, have you ever heard of a show called ‘Dynasty?”
The first few weeks passed quickly as Loki settled into a routine of yoga, mindfulness and taking care of Steven. While Bruce was at work, Loki began to binge watch “Dynasty” and began to have more questions about the scientist's personal life. One night, after dinner while they were enjoying coffee on the fire escape, Loki asked, “Why Steven? Why not Alexis or Fallon? Blake is kind of an ass but handsome.”
Bruce raised an eyebrow, “Been watching ‘Dynasty’ have we?”
“Well, I had to have something to do while you abandoned me!”
Bruce was quiet for a moment, gathering his thoughts before answering. “Growing up, not only was my father an alcoholic but a severely abusive one. He beat my mother regularly and as I grew older me as well. I was very intelligent, even as a child, and my father hated me for it. His loathing intensified, if possible, when he found out I was gay - quite by accident I assure you. So my severe beatings began when I was 13, the only positive thing was the beatings of my mother almost stopped. Well, Dynasty had just started and Steven was one of the first openly gay men on television—which in the early 80s was revolutionary. Seeing his struggles that seemed to mirror so many of my own, including a homophobic father, gave me hope - hope that maybe one day I could have a normal life but until then I had the Hulk. If I couldn’t have an ally like Steven did in Crystal then the Hulk did it until I found my own peace and purpose.”
Loki, unsure of what to say, said nothing. “Really, nothing? No mocking?” Loki shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know what to say, so I thought nothing would be better.” Bruce shook his head in disbelief, “If taking care of Steven and yoga brings this kind of progress, I cannot wait to see what the next steps will bring.”
Loki smirked at Bruce, saying, “Okay Mr. Scientist, what's next?” Bruce shook his head before replying, “My secret oh God of Mischief. I wouldn’t want to ruin the experiment for you.” The two finished their coffee then headed back inside.
Bruce was unsure how to proceed with the next stage of his plan. The first part of the had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams but how to get Loki to volunteer and to possibly see a therapist? It was a problem that sat with Bruce for the next couple of weeks, and was distracting enough for even Loki to notice. The pair had begun daily walks with Stephen around Central Park shortly after Loki’s arrival, and though neither would admit it - the walk had become the favorite part of their day. Bruce had gotten to know the God of Mischief and quickly realized how much of his bravado was an act as a result of the centuries of abuse at the hands of Odin, and inadvertently by his adoptive mother and brother. Although, Bruce was sure that Thor would be devastated to know he had contributed to his brother's pain and torment.
As the two sat on a bench, drinking coffee and throwing a ball for Steven, Loki sighed and said, “Banner, something is clearly distressing you. What is it?” A slight blush appeared on the scientist's face at having been so easily read, and cleared his throat before responding. “Loki, I am unsure how to proceed in the next stage of our experiment. Clearly, mediation, yoga and taking care of Stepehen has done wonders for you; however, I believe you are coming to a plateau and I am worried about how you will respond to the next part of your…our…journey.”
Loki turned to face Bruce, “Banner I came to you for a reason. I watched you for over a year. I saw the balance you had managed to achieve with the big green man and the life you chose to lead with the Avengers and being a scientist. I have never said this to another living being, human or otherwise, but I trust you Bruce. You and that big green man you have come to terms with. What you want me to do, I will do.”
Bruce stared at Loki, mind blank, stunned at the admission made by this prankster. Loki gave him a side eye as he threw the ball, “Bruce, are you having a stroke? Do I need to call your place of work?”
Bruce shook his head as if to wake himself up, “No, you just surprised me with your admission, our experiment seems to be working so far and I am surprised at how quickly you’ve made progress.” He bit his lip for a moment before proceeding, “The next step for you is counseling. Now, before you interrupt I know a mere mortal would never do so I talked to Thor, who turned me to your mother who gave me the advice to talk to Eir. Eir has agreed to come here twice a month to talk therapy.”
Loki eyed Bruce for a brief moment before nodding, “ I am surprised she agreed to come to Midgard but thank you for taking the time to arrange it. When is the first meeting?”
As the weeks passed, Bruce began to notice subtle shifts in Loki. He was more open and caring with the people he trusted (mainly Bruce, Natashia, and Bucky), and began to form solid relationships with each. Loki could often be found with one of the three at his favorite local coffee shop or bookstore.
When not at his favorite local haunts, the God of Mischief had also begun volunteering at local homeless and animal shelters. Occasionally, Bruce volunteered as well and was astounded at the gentler side of the man who, just two and a half years earlier, had tried to conquer earth. Loki, at Eir’s request, had also joined a therapy group for people from abusive families and relationships. Loki, who had spent centuries thinking that he alone was the cruelest man who walked the universe, was surprised at man’s ability to hurt the vulnerable and innocent to hold up their fragile ego. Loki spent many sessions dissecting that with Eir, and coming to terms with how he had been a pawn for so long in Odin’s twisted game and how he actually had the freedom to be who he wanted to be.
One evening, Bruce came home to the smell of freshly made palak paneer and naan. Quietly entering the kitchen, he found the God of Mischief contently placing the finishing touches on the meals while listening to a podcast about anxiety and mental health.
“Smells wonderful Loki,” Bruce said softly, “This is my favorite you know.”
Loki responded, “I know, Eir and I had a hard conversation today that involved you so I thought I would make your favorite meal.”
Bruce raised an eyebrow, and for some inexplicable reason a knot began forming in the pit of his stomach as he went to shower and clean up before sitting down to dinner. Bruce entered the kitchen and sat down as Loki was plating their meal, pouring each man a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. The men sat in silence as the began to eat and despite the nerves Bruce let out a quiet moan as he took his first bite of the palak paneer causing the God of Mischief to blush slightly (although he would deny ever doing so) at the sound, “I take it the meal meets with your approval?”
“God Loki I don’t know what you plan to do but being a chef should definitely be a serious consideration.”
Loki stared at Bruce for a moment, seeming to lose all thought before responding, “Thank you Bruce.” He simply nodded as they continued to eat; however, after a few minutes Bruce could no longer take the suspense and broached the subject. “So, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?”
Loki put down his fork, thought for a moment and began to speak. “Today while talking with Eir I had a breakthrough. I spent a majority of my life blaming myself for Odin not loving me, for the fact that I was never seen as an equal to Thor and as a result lashing out in often extreme ways. Eir helped me to realize and accept that most of my actions came as a result of my neglect and abuse. It was easier to blame my actions on others than to accept responsibility. I have slowly begun to repair my relationship with Thor, but honestly that big oaf and I will never really be close. My fuckwad of an adopted father will never change so I am not even going to attempt that.” Bruce tried to interject at the last statement but Loki held up his hand, silencing him, “Even Eir agreed with my assessment about my father. However, the reading recommendations given to me by my therapist have shown that families come in all shapes and sizes which is a comfort to me. I believe in the time that I have been here you and Steven have become my family. I have also come to trust Natashia and Bucky as well - it has been eye opening to have a support system.”
“Oh…” was all Bruce could muster out before the two sat in silence for a moment. “Loki, I truly don’t know how to respond to that except to say that I am honored that you would consider me family. I have come to see you in a different light as well after living with you for the past several months. It will be difficult to see you leave as our time here is coming to a close.”
“That is one of the things I wanted to talk to you about Bruce. I realized I have come to depend on you, Natashia and Bucky in a way I didn’t think was possible before. I want to continue to live here, on Asgard, to continue to become better. Although, I believe I would want my powers back and we would have to move into a bigger apartment. I refuse to sleep on that mattress anymore.”
“Hey! That's a damn good mattress thank you very much!”
Loki snorted, responding “Fine then you can have it in our next apartment. I’ve done research and there is a two bedroom, two bathroom apartment opening up at the end of this month and I have already put our names on a list….” He stopped when he saw the look on Bruce’s face. “Fuck, you don’t want that do you? Dammit, when I talked to Hel she said it was a good idea. I should have talked to you first…” Before he could continue on his nervous rambling Bruce gently placed a hand on top of Loki’s, “No, you mistake me Loki. I was also dreading the end of our experiment, I would very much like that. Thank you.” For a beat longer Bruce’s hand remained on Loki’s as they stared at each other before Bruce coughed and continued to eat his dinner. A subtle shift had occurred between the two men, leaving both to wonder what would happen next.
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Loki had become a foodie. He had taken Bruce’s comment to heart about becoming a chef . He began to experiment with cooking and different regions of Midgard - especially the Nordic region where he had been worshiped eons ago. He spent more time with Natashia as well - both of them attending various cooking classes, as well as Natasha sharing recipes from her homeland and the subtle nuances in cooking them that couldn’t be found in a recipe book. The God of Mischief and Mayhem has found comfort, and perhaps purpose, in all things food.
The two men had moved into their new apartment and had fallen into a new routine. Loki had begun making breakfast for his roommate before he left for work and dinner when he came home and Bruce was the very willing tester for Loki’s food. They would also try new restaurants, and food trucks at least twice a week to break the routine of cooking and to inspire new ideas for Loki. Although neither would admit it, it had become almost domestic.
A few weeks later, Bruce and Loki sat on the balcony of their apartment watching the sun set. Loki let out a sigh and turned to Bruce. He stared at Bruce for a moment realizing that at some point over the last year he had fallen in love with Bruce but knew deep down that Bruce could never love him. A part of him died realizing that but he also knew he would do anything to keep him as a friend. Bruce gave Loki the side eye and said, “You’re scaring me Loki, is there something on my face? Are you plotting to take over New York again?” Loki snorted and then began to talk.
“ I was thinking after my last session with Eir that I need to be doing more with my life here on Asgard. While working with various animal and homeless shelters, therapy, cooking classes and so on has been fulfilling I feel like I need to contribute more. After talking with Natasha and Bucky, I realized I would love to work with food - maybe even one day owning a restaurant. However, after talking with Natalie I realized how impractical owning a restaurant would be right now so with her encouragement and help I’ve decided to open a food stall at the local farmers market. Get my toe in…see what happens.”
By the time Loki had finished Bruce had grabbed Loki’s hand in excitement, “Loki that’s fantastic! I’m so proud of you! I cannot express how much it means to me to hear you say that and the progress it means you’ve made.” Loki looked down at their joined hands blushing at Bruce’s words and the physical contact. The men had touched before but after Loki’s realization that he loved the man sitting across from him, it felt different. Bruce seemed to realize he was holding onto Loki’s hand for longer than was necessary and let go, although it seemed to Loki reluctantly. A slight awkwardness continued for a moment before Bruce stood and abruptly left, leaving Loki to wonder what would happen next.
The first farmers market was a raving success, with Loki’s booth running out of food within the first hour and a half of the market opening. He came home exhausted yet exhilarated at the thought that for once something he did was not only successful but successful for the right reasons. He spent the next few days cooking up a storm with Natahsia and Bucky making quite a bit more than they had the first week. The second week proved to be just as popular as the first, making Loki double the size of his booth and roping in his two friends to help. Over the course of the summer, Loki came to realize two things. First, that he had perhaps found his calling as a chef . His realization was proven correct when the New York Times food critic Pete Wells, right before his retirement, had written that it was the best Nordic and Russian food he had ever eaten. The second thing he had realized was that he needed to make a move on Bruce - he could no longer wait in this no man's land of not knowing if Bruce loved him back or simply saw him as a friend.
He decided he would roll the dice that Friday, after all he was the damned God of Mischief and Mayhem! He had been in battle, was the father of the guardian of hell and had stood up to the All Father ... .but why then, did this Friday feel like the biggest battle he would ever face?
Friday evening came faster than Loki thought possible, and he anxiously awaited for Bruce to come home from the hospital. He hadn’t realized that Bruce had signed up to work a double shift so would be beyond exhausted when he came home but Loki could not delay another day - he simply had to know if the man would reciprocate his feelings. If he didn’t, well Loki would cross that bridge when he came to it.
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Loki was putting the finishing touches on the dinner he had prepared when he heard the front door open and Stephen dashed to meet him with all of his exuberance, causing Bruce to smile despite the exhaustion. Dropping his bag, he knelt down to scratch the dog behind the ears and accept the slobbery kisses that came with the excitement. Loki came to the hallway watching the two with a small smile, “Good evening Bruce. You look exhausted.”
“Aw thanks, is that a polite way of telling me I look like utter shit?”
Loki smirked, “Well you said it, love, not me.”
Bruce’s head snapped at the term of endearment and Loki blushed a furious red when he realized what he had said. Clearing his throat he murmured, “Sorry about that but, uh, I’ve made dinner if you would like some.”
Bruce slowly stood, while at the same time trying to work some of the kinks out from work, responded, “That sounds lovely Loki, thanks. I’m starving.” The two men sat down to dinner, Bruce looking appreciatively at the meal before him. “This looks divine Loki, what’s the occasion?” he asked while taking a fork full and putting it into his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned as the food made contact with his taste buds. Loki had been about to respond when Bruce had eaten the food, causing the God of Mischief to go a bright red.
Bruce, realizing the sound he had made, blushed a bright scarlett before responding, “I am going to blame the double shift for the sound I just made. I am so sorry. Clearly I appreciate the food you make. No wonder your farmers market stall was so popular. Have you thought about what your next step would be in your chef career?” Bruce continued to eat as he waited for Loki to respond. Loki took a moment before responding, “Well, yes I have. There is a small shop that is up for lease that I thought of taking over. It became available yesterday, so I went in today to begin the process.”
“Loki! That's wonderful! This is a meal to celebrate then! I am so glad I get to be the guinea pig for your restaurant!! Will Bucky and Natasha be helping as well?”
“Well, Bucky more than Natasha since she helps so much with the Avengers adventures but she will help as well. But that is not why I made this meal.”
Bruce slowly put down his fork, “Loki, what's going on?”
Loki looked down at his hands which were now interlaced and twisting in his lap, “I want to be more than your roommate, or your project” he murmured.
Bruce looked at the man sitting across from him, unsure how to respond. “What do you mean Loki? I am not a mind reader. Help me.”
Loki looked back up at Bruce, “I am unsure of how to express what I am experiencing. My feelings for you have developed over time, since I first started watching you from the Bifrost.”
Bruce, seeing Loki floundering, said, “What, you have a crush on me?”
Loki shook his head, “No, Bruce, my feelings are stronger than that. They have been developing into something more, you are someone I trust wholly with my life. Which I have never done in the entirety of my existence. My adopted mother is the only other person I trust but even with her I would not be without my powers. I find myself missing you when you are gone for long shifts or on some world saving adventure with the Avengers. I find myself worrying if you will make it back whole when you are with them. I wish to be by your side more often than not. I find that I desire your presence. When I wake in the morning, I crave your closeness. I care for you Bruce.” By the end of his little speech, Loki was again looking down at his hands, this was the best he could do and he could only hope it made sense to the man sitting across from him. He couldn’t bear the thought that Bruce didn’t or couldn’t reciprocate his feelings.
Loki lifted his eyes to look at Bruce again, unsure of what to expect but he did not expect what he saw. Rather than a thoughtful or perhaps even a disturbed reaction (which in all honestly a small part of Loki expected Bruce to be utterly repulsed by the feelings he held for him) he was met with a bright shine in those chocolate brown eyes and a grin on the scientist's face. There was a bashful expression on Bruce’s face like he had never been spoken to like this before, which Loki knew to be false because Bruce had dated and been in a couple serious relationships before - with women. Which was why Loki had been somewhat hesitant to bring up his own feelings and the terrifying idea of being rejected. How could Loki know if Bruce felt that way about men at all? However, it seemed as though he wasn’t entirely repulsed or bothered by the idea that another man felt that way about him.
“Loki, beautiful Loki, I believe I know what you are trying to say” Bruce said, that grin still stretched across his face. He looked divine, and Loki was the expert on divinity. He reached across to grab Loki’s hand. “There is a made up word we mere mortals have used here on Midgard for thousands of years. It’s called love, Loki, and I feel the same way about you.”
Loki’s eyes widened as he started directly into Bruce’s face, trying to read the emotion there. He was having a hard time believing he had heard those three words. Bruce felt the same? Loki was not alone in these emotions and desires? He was weak with relief and disbelief that this man could possibly love him.
Bruce stared back, with a slightly worried expression coming over his face, “Loki, I just told you I loved you, are you going to say something?” Letting go of Loki’s hand, he brought both of his to his lap, saying sadly “Loki, I am sorry. I just thought -- never mind, let's just finish dinner and forget I ever said anything.”
Loki got up from his place and came around the table and dropped to his knees by Bruce’s side. “Please don’t shut me out,” Loki pleaded, “You are right Bruce, I feel the same way about you. I love you. More than I thought possible. I just feel so unworthy of your love.”
Bruce brought his hands to Loki’s upper arms and slowly brought him up. He then took his hand, interlaced his fingers and led him to the couch. Cupping his face with his free hand, Bruce murumed, “Oh my beautiful love, you are worthy of every good thing that comes your way. You are worthy, beyond worthy, of the love I hold for you. I will spend the rest of my life cherishing you and showing you just how much you are loved.”
Sitting for a moment in silence, Bruce murmured, “May I kiss you?” Loki, for once, was incapable of speech so merely nodded his consent. Bruce leaned forward, moved toward him, an invitation, and then patiently, carefully, waited for Loki to move as well. “A little closer, love," Bruce teased with an encouraging tug of their hands. “Don't make me do all of the work.” He gave Loki a sly wink, causing Loki to smile and sway forward, angling his face so that their noses wouldn’t collide.
“There you go baby,” Bruce murmured, then brought his mouth close enough for Loki to feel the warmth of his breath. Bruce’s eyes drifted closed, his fingers twitched around Loki’s and then gently pressed forward. Loki drew in a sharp breath, his mouth opening just slightly under Bruce’s first, tentative touch as his own eyes fell shut. The kiss was so incredibly soft. Loki was no shrinking violet but this felt so very different. Bruce made a small, pleased moan before moving to adjust and refit them together so that his mouth closed ever so gently over Loki’s lower lip in a soft, fleeting kiss before pulling back to repeat the action with sweet tenderness on his upper lip.
Loki had forgotten how to breathe and had to take a shuddering little breath. They had only touched in two places - their hands and mouth but his entire body seemed to be on fire, waking up from a hibernation he hadn’t known he’d been in.
Bruce pulled back again, just enough for both of them to catch their breaths. He was seeming to wait again for Loki to make up his mind, as if he was scared of chasing the God of Mischief away. Loki smirked, as if that would ever happen, he had found love and was not letting go. “Bruce,” he panted, “You’re mine and I am yours. I love you.” While he spoke, his hands had somehow wandered to Bruce’s chest and he could feel the change in Bruce’s breathing pattern, could feel the effect of the kisses, small as they were on Bruce’s body. This gave him courage, even though his hands shook from nerves. Experimentally, even as his hand shook ever so gently, Loki allowed his mouth to fall open before leaning back in. When their lips met, his tongue brushed against Bruce’s lower lip, just briefly, and Bruce sighed, slipping one hand away from Loki’s hip to wrap around the back of Loki’s neck. Bruce pulled him gently closer, this time tasting Loki’s tongue with his own. Loki groaned, but the sound was muffled as he opened his mouth a little more, allowing Bruce greater access.
Their kiss deepened, tipping into something hotter and wetter than before. Bruce’s tongue stroked against Loki’s, his hand wandering up into the hair at the back of his neck. The other hand found its way to and gripped Loki’s thigh, kneading at it before sliding down to his knee and back up in long, soothing strokes. Somewhere in his kiss induced haze, Loki realized he had taken fistfuls of Bruce’s shirt, gripping him tightly below the shoulders as if he wanted to bring the man into his lap. Loki groaned then, at the thought of Bruce in his lap, grinding down on him until they both came from the pleasure of it. Bruce, after hearing the moan, kissed him harder, his body shuddering in pleasure as he sucked Loki’s tongue and nipped at his lips.
Loki let out a small whimper as Bruce’s arms wrapped tightly around him and trapped his clenched fists between their heaving chests. Bruce mirrored the sound as his arms squeezed Loki tightly, once, before he softened his hold, gentling the kiss and pulling away.
Loki pressed his forehead against Bruce’s before muruming, “Thank you Bruce, for loving me. For taking me on. I cannot imagine life without you now.” Bruce began to stroke Loki’s upper arm in comfort and responded “You are worth everything Loki, I love you.” Loki, whose hands had been shaking now began to have full body trembles, Bruce looked at him with concern in his eyes before starting to sooth the man, “Hey now. It’s alright love.” His hands tightened around the bits of Loki they touched. “ Are you alright? You’re shaking baby.”
“Yes,” Loki managed to say, “I’ve just never done this with someone I’ve actually loved. It’s all so new and overwhelming.”
At that Bruce’s eyes filled with tears as he leaned in to show Loki with actions how much he loved him. Bruce began kissing him gently and slowly. Loki reciprocated and began to tug at Burce’s shirt. Understanding his meaning, he hummed into the kiss, tipping Loki back against the sofa cushions and covering the man's body with his own. He didn’t break the kiss but, for a brief time, gave smaller kisses while he arranged their bodies and adjusted his weight so that he pressed Loki into the sofa but did not crush him, allowing Loki’s thighs to bracket his hips.
Loki shuddered realizing that the hard line of pressure against his own hardening cock was Burce’s own erection. He whimpered into the next kiss and pressed past the seam of Bruce’s lips with his tongue, desperate to taste him again. Kisses melted, one into the next and Loki found himself taking in every tiny detail of Bruce when they would briefly break apart for air. Loki was aware that their hips were coming together in a disjointed rhythm, that if either one were to focus it would lead to a fully clothed orgasm. However, Loki didn’t feel the need to do anything about it - he knew they would have the rest of their lives to have tender filled nights like this one. Tonight, their first night of many, the kisses and touches were more than good enough and overwhelming enough.
“Loki,” Bruce murumed, “I could do this all night.” Pressing a gentle kiss to Bruce’s forehead, Loki responded, “I want you to.”
They kissed until it was overwhelming. They kissed until it led to long moments of just touching each other and enjoying the contented silence. Eventually, Bruce shifted his weight to the side, wedging Loki up against the back of the couch so he could settle half beside him, tangled with him from the hip down. Loki, for the first time in his long life, felt safe, protected and content. He told Bruce so, and as he softly cupped Loki’s cheek stated, “God I could kill Odin for all the things he’s done to you.”
Loki smiled and chuckled softly, “I would like to see you try! But don’t you see Bruce? None of that matters now! I will always have to deal with the residual effects of the emotional abuse I dealt with at the hands of my asshat of a father and how neither my mother or brother would defend me or come to my aid but this past year has taught me so much Bruce. I have seen what genuine love and compassion is as I’ve served the people I once sought to destroy and enslave. I have learned, with Eir, how to cope in a healthy way with those feelings of inadequacy. I chose to learn and live with you Bruce because your ray of goodness has everyone naturally drawing themselves to you. I love you because you have risen above the horrific childhood you were placed in and given back to the world to make it better. I love you with my entire soul.”
Bruce’s eyes filled with tears as he snuggled closer into Loki, and gently kissed his head, words escaping him. They lay there entwined in each other's arms for several minutes in contented silence before Bruce quietly spoke, “I don’t know about you but this sofa is starting to feel small, how about we move this to my bed? Not for anything we haven’t already done, I don’t want to sound presumptuous …”
Bruce could feel Loki smiling into his neck, “Ah you guessed my wicked plan - I’m after you for your bigger bathroom and bed.” Bruce laughed as he untangled himself from Loki and held out his hand. “So, does that mean you’re moving into my bedroom and yours becomes the guest room?”
Loki took his hand, and snuggled into his side as they began to walk towards the bedroom. “Yes,” he murmured as they entered the room and he came around to Bruce’s front embracing the man before blurting out, “I don’t think we should have sex tonight.” His fingers dug into Bruce’s back, almost painfully, as if he was worried that Bruce would somehow reject him for not wanting sex right away.
Bruce smiled as he gently brushed Loki’s cheek, “I agree.”
Loki broke out into a face splitting grin, relief flooding his system. He couldn’t explain why but wanted this night to be special, just about them discovering the love they had for each other. For the first time in his long life he wanted to take it slow, to make Bruce feel like the god he was. “However,” Loki said with a smirk, “ I really would kiss you all night if you’d let me.” Bruce placed a gentle kiss on his lips before saying, “Of course love.” He untangled himself from Loki to turn on a tableside lamp and set it to the lowest setting, “So we don't kill ourselves by tripping over something,” Bruce explained.
Bruce came back to Loki, giving him a sweet kiss as his fingers brushed against the hem of Loki’s shirt. “Can I take this off of you?” he asked as his fingertips skated along the edge of the shirt. “I meant what I said. Just to get a little more comfortable.” Loki nodded and lifted his arms to allow Bruce to slip the shirt up and off. Circling one of Loki’s bared wrists he brought it up to his mouth, pressing his lips to Loki’s pulse point gently.
“Oh” Loki gasped, as Bruce stepped forward to press kisses along Loki’s decolletage. “My god Loki, you're flawless, and all mine.” He nipped at Loki’s neck, his fingers making contact with the bare skin at Loki’s sides, both men moaning as their tongues met. Bruce walked them towards the bed and guided Loki to sit on the edge. Pausing, he took Loki’s face in his hands before bending down and giving him several chaste kisses. He then dropped to his feet and Loki's breath hitched. Bruce looked up with a smirk on his face, “Naughty naughty boy. Not tonight love. Just going to remove your shoes.”
“Banner, you’re going to give me a heart attack at this rate.”
Bruce chuckled, having already unlaced one shoe and starting on the other, “I hope not. I have so many wicked things I want to do with you.”
Loki blushed and looked down. Bruce placed a gentle kiss on his knee before standing and making quick work of his own shirt. Loki sighed and slipped his hands over the expanse of the man before him. Bruce was fit, the muscle was firm and to the sides a bit of softness. With a mischievous grin, Loki squeezed causing Bruce to laugh and covering Loki’s hands with his own. “Middle age,” Bruce said wryly, “We don’t all have the bodies of Norse Gods.” Loki looked up at Burce, “I think your body is wonderful.”
Smiling, Bruce placed a kiss on the top of Loki’s head. “Covers?” Bruce asked and Loki shook his head. Soon the men were lying on top with Loki wrapped in Bruce's arms, kissing again. Bruce made a move to roll Loki on his back but Loki quickly turned the tables and soon Bruce found himself on his back with Loki hovering over him on his elbows dropping kisses on his face and neck. Eventually, he made his way along Bruce’s jaw to his mouth, and their tongues met and slipped together while hands wandered over small patches of exposed skin.
Bruce gently flipped Loki onto his back, straddling his hips. The room was quiet except for the quiet moans and harsh breaths as they continued to explore each other's bodies. Bruce stroked his hand down Loki’s chest, pausing just over the waistband of Loki's pants, hooking two fingers under the jeans, against Loki’s skin. Loki’s hips jerked and he attempted to swallow the desperate whimper spilling out of him, if only Bruce would slip his fingers down a little further….
With an evil grin Bruce slipped his fingers out of the scant space between pants and skin and traced them feather light down the hard line of Loki’s clothed erection. Then, leaning forward, weight on his palms, he brushed his mouth against Loki’s. By the time he pulled back, Loki’s breath had quickened to the point of almost hyperventilation. Bruce’s hips ground gently down and his body shuddered.
“My god this is torture” Loki gasped, his hands tightening around Bruces hips. “You realize that? I should call the Avengers on you for crimes against sex.”
“You’re wrong Loki, torture isn’t fun,” Bruce corrected. “Isn't this fun?”
Loki gasped out a “Gods yes” making Bruce chuckle before he leaned down to kiss the beautiful man below him. His hands roved over Loki’s torso and simultaneously brushed both of Loki’s tightened nipples. His entire body reacted to the unexpected stimulus, tightening and jerking under Bruce so hard that he nearly bucked Bruce off his lap. “Please,” Loki moaned, “Please don’t make me come in my pants.”
Bruce raised an eyebrow, “Do you think you might?”
“If you keep doing that,” Loki moaned, indicating the slow circling motions of Bruce’s hands with his chin. “Ahhhh” he moaned, louder this time, “Please Bruce…”
Bruce retreated, with no resentment on his face as his hands slid back down. “Shhhh,” Bruce soothed, “I won’t do anything you don’t like...”
Loki grabbed his hand and said, “I loved it, but tonight it’s just too much. I am no blushing virgin but I have never done this with a person I loved before…”
Bruce’s eyes softened as he said, “It makes you nervous, doesn’t it?”
Loki averted his eyes, unwilling and embarrassed to admit it.
“Loki, look at me please.” Loki slowly turned his head, and Bruce held up a hand that was trembling, “Me too baby. Don’t ever hold anything back from me, please.” Loki caught the trembling hand in his and brought it to his mouth. He brushed his lips over Bruce’s knuckles and took a moment to just breathe. He then started to taste the skin of Bruce’s fingers with the tip of his tongue, unaware of what he was doing and only realizing it when Bruce’s lashes fluttered. Loki watched his face as he traced his tongue along the web of skin between thumb and forefinger. The image of Bruce’s mouth falling open in pleasure burned itself into Loki’s memory and he knew that he would replay this moment countless times in the years to come. He kissed Bruce’s palm and counted his breaths with his lips pressed there. After about a dozen breaths or so, Bruce swung his leg back over and sat beside Loki. He gently brushed Loki’s hair out of his eyes and asked, “Before you tempt me much more, I need to ask tonight do you want to be held or do the holding?”
In a small voice Loki responded, “Held please.”
Bruce settled them between the sheets, gathered Loki in his arms, and within a few minutes both men had fallen into a deep sleep.
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When Loki slowly came to consciousness the next morning, he didn’t even bother to open his eyes. Instead he stayed on his stomach and languidly stretched with a quiet hum. He could feel the sun warming his face. He slowly opened his eyes and realized that at some point during the night Bruce and he had shifted apart. He softly and slowly moved his body so as to not wake Bruce and took a moment to admire his sleeping form. As he stared at Bruce, his heart swelled with love while his mind could hardly believe that this brilliant man who could have anyone in the world chose him. He would spend the rest of their lives proving to Bruce that he had made the right choice with him.
As if sensing he was being watched, Bruce opened his eyes bringing his hands up to wipe the sleep away. “Mornin’ Loki,” he rasped out before holding out his arms, “Come here baby, it’s cold over here.” Loki crawled over to Bruce, snuggling against his side, their bodies naturally slotting together. Bruce placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, and started to stroke his arm. “Tell me love, what’s got that beautiful brain of yours going so fast this early.”
“Nothing,” Loki replied, unwilling to break the mood in the room. Bruce gave his arm a gentle slap, “Wrong answer, tell me.” Snuggling closer, if possible, Loki put his arm over Bruce’s abdomen and his face into his neck, “Just cannot believe you are mine. That after all this time of being alone and unloved you are here, loving me.”
Bruce gently moved Loki’s body so he was on top of him before cupping his face, “Loki, you are worthy of love and I love you with my whole being. I am yours as long as you will have me.”
Loki smirked, even as tears filled his eyes, “Well, then I guess you’re stuck with me forever.” He dipped his head and caught Bruce’s mouth for a slow, wet kiss. There was no rush, no jobs to go to, just each other at this moment. They broke apart for a moment to catch their breath, and then Bruce leaned up to begin kissing him again briefly, before he let his mouth wander to Loki’s cheek, then down to his jaw. “Gods above Loki I love you so much,” he murmured. Loki made a pleased sound that made Bruce shiver all over and it turned into a gasp when Bruce’s teeth scraped over Loki’s throat, making Loki's hands grip him tighter. Bruce, not wanting to overstimulate Loki so soon, began to mouth at the soft skin of Loki’s neck.
Loki cupped Bruce’s jaw and tiled his head up, and they began to kiss again, deep, slow and surprisingly soft. Bruce ran his hands over Loki’s back, which made Loki press closer still despite being chest to chest already. He gasped into Bruce’s mouth and Bruce could feel that Loki was rock hard and straining against the boxers he was wearing. Bruce was in a similar state, liquid heat pooling low in his belly. A soft growl escaped Bruce’s mouth as Loki started rocking his hips, ever so carefully at first. Loki’s hands found purchase in Bruce’s hair, while Bruce wrapped his arms around Loki and began to kiss him again. Gasping for air Loki drew back panting for breath, his eyes wide and dark with want and desire. As he looked down at the man beneath him, he saw the same desire reflected back at him. Loki brought his lips, wet and hot, back against Bruce’s.
“Oh God,” Bruce moaned as he realized that Loki had somehow managed to squeeze his hand between their bodies to pull Bruce’s aching length through the fly of his underwear. Loki’s slim fingers were wrapped around his length. Loki moaned as Bruce's lips were over his again, Bruce’s tongue brushing past his own. He echoed Bruce’s moan, then whimpered into his mouth when Bruce put his hands on Loki’s ass, squeezing him through his boxers. Loki’s hips stuttered, seeking friction before breaking their kiss, letting his head fall back letting out a low guttural moan as he came to a shuddering climax before his forehead fell against Bruce’s painting heavily. Loki’s blushed scarlet before burying his face into Bruce’s neck.
“What did you say sweetheart? I couldn’t hear you.” Bruce murmured as he stroked Loki’s mussed hair.
“I said I am fucking embarresed that I came so soon like some teenager without bringing my partner to completion too.”
Bruce moved his hand to Loki’s chin, and gently forced Loki to look at him, “Love that is totally normal, especially for our first time doing anything besides kissing.”
Loki looked at him, the vulnerable look in his eyes heartbreaking to Bruce, “I just wanted our first time together to be better for you. This feels so different .. I didn’t know that love could change things so much.”
Bruce gently stroked his face, muruming, “Oh baby, our love is a beautiful thing and I don’t care how quickly you came…we have all day. There is nowhere else we have to be.”
Loki leaned forward, his forehead touching Bruce’s, taking a shuddering breath. “You know just the right things to say my love. Although I do actually have to meet up with the bank and a couple other appointments this afternoon for my shop.”
“Well then mister, we better make the best use of this morning that we can,” Bruce responded with a smirk. Loki kissed Burce again and Bruce responded eagerly, his arousal flaring up again. Loki cupped Bruce’s face, making him tilt his head a little more. He groaned when Bruce let him take control of the kiss without any protest. Loki placed Bruce’s hands on his ass, and Bruce was content to keep them there, whatever Loki needed to feel comfortable in this moment. Loki started to rock his hips again, pushing back against Bruce’s hands and growled quietly. Bruce began running his hands over Loki’s ass, his hands sliding between his checks, fingers ghosting over his hole.
The exploration pulled a moan from Loki and made him break the kiss. He turned his face but stayed close, pressing his cheek against Bruce’s and let out a gasp when Bruce kept stroking. “Sensitive are we?” Bruce murmured as he placed a gentle kiss to Loki’s ear. He saw Loki flush more, if possible, at Bruce’s observation. “What did I tell you? There is nothing to be ashamed of Loki.” Bruce said, with a hint of steel as gave a light slap to Loki’s ass. Loki moaned at the sensation and Bruce filed this away for later exploration.
“How about we take our boxer shorts off, okay love?” Moments later their pants were off and Loki was soon back in Bruce’s lap. Loki had a fleeting thought - when had they moved to a sitting position? Loki’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt as Bruce grabbed his ass and pulled him forward, closer. Both men groaned as their hard lengths came into contact, Loki began to rock his hips more forcefully, trying to rub their erections together. He cried out when Bruce’s fingers found his entrance and started to tease the puckered skin. Bruce began kissing his way from the shell of Loki’s ear to his throat, Loki instantly bearing his neck to give Bruce better access. Bruce was so distracted by exploring Loki's neck and clavicle that he didn’t even notice when Loki’s hands slowly made their way towards their joined erections. He stopped breathing however, when Loki’s skilful fingers wrapped around their cocks, pressing them together. Bruce moaned, then stopped breathing as his own fingers stopped their own exploration as Loki started stroking, his touch firm, warm and slick. Loki growled into Bruce’s ear, “Bruce…” and then moaned a “ please .”
Bruce knew what he wanted, and blindly grabbed for the lube that was in his nightstand drawer. Liberally applying it to his fingers he carefully (he didn’t want to frighten or startle the gorgeous man writhing on top of him) pushed a single digit into Loki. Caution was blown to the wind when Loki immediately pushed back against his hand. Loki moaned, his forehead falling against Bruce’s shoulder, his hand moving faster around their cocks. A second finger slipped into Loki all too easily, Loki letting out a filthy moan as he did so. Loki had never felt this way before, Bruce knew just how to move them, how to make him fall apart with nothing more than his fingers.
As Bruce looked up at the beautiful man on top of him, making the most lewd noises imaginable was what made Bruce finally lose control. Bruce added a third finger while burying his other hand into Loki’s hair, tugging to make the man bare his throat. Loki moaned as his glassy, lust blown eyes fixed on Bruce’s. Bruce kissed him, teeth and tongues clashing, and then Bruce broke the kiss and bent down to bite into the junction of Loki’s neck and shoulder. Loki cursed as his hand sped up once again on their cocks, panting Bruce’s name as his hips thrust forward a few more times - moving back against Bruce’s fingers then forward into his own hand at the same time, coating both of their chests with copious amounts of cum. Bruce followed seconds later. Loki collapsed onto Bruce, barely having enough energy to give a soft kiss to Bruce’s jaw and murmuring a quiet, “ I love you” before both men fell into a light doze.
Loki was unsure of how much time had passed before he was woken by Bruce cupping his bottom and placing gentle kisses on his forehead. “Come love we have to shower before this cum fully dries in our chest hair and then we will have a real mess on our hands.” Loki scowled before cuddling deeper into Bruce’s side. Bruce chuckled softly before getting up and picking Loki up in his arms, causing Loki to squeak (he would always deny he had) in surprise and amazement at Bruce’s strength. “Come on love, there is a seat in the shower let me clean you off.”
After the shower, that remained surprisingly free of anything sexual (despite Loki’s best attempts), the men sat at the kitchen island eating breakfast and discussing their plans for the rest of the day. It was decided that after Loki met with the appropriate people to finalize the deal for his small cafe, they would meet up at Argosy Book Store, a place they had been wanting to go for months.
A few hours later Loki was walking toward the bookstore feeling lighter than air - he had found purpose, and love. He had become a different man and it was all thanks to Bruce. As he continued to walk he felt as though he were being watched and that was confirmed when he felt a hand land on his shoulder. “Well father, it seems that living in Midgard agrees with you or is it a certain brown haired, brown eyed scientist that has something to do with it?”
With a face splitting grin, Loki turned and brought his daughter into a crushing hug before letting her go. “Hel! What brought you here?”
Hel instwined her arm with her fathers, “Before I answer that question, where are you headed?”
Loki smirked, “I am guessing you know exactly where I was going you smartass, now what brought you here?”
Hel rolled her eyes as she started them back on the path towards the bookshop. “Well, I genuinely wanted to check in with you but to also have a heart to heart with you since your relationship status has changed.”
Loki briefly paled, “Oh my god my daughter has been watching me.”
Hel made a face before speaking, “Ew, gross no. No matter how old I get, I will never ever want to know or see that. Much like you had watched Bruce, I was watching the progress you and he have made over the past year. When Odin found out, don’t ask me how, he was determined to watch you. I knew the bastard would want to interfere and do something dimwitted to mess this up for you, so I convinced him to let me watch you and report back.”
Loki raised an eyebrow, “How did you manage that?”
“Well, I simply told him that if he refused I would no longer rule Hel or be the Goddess of Death and good luck with that. Odin saw sense and allowed me to watch.”
“Clever girl.”
Hel grinned. “I know. Of course I gave him the very abridged version of events. I knew that as soon as he knew you were happy he would fuck it up.”
Loki rolled his eyes, only too aware of his father and what he was able to do. As they approached the bookstore, Hel took her arm out of her fathers and began to back away. Loki gave her a questioning look. “I just came to check in on you. I’ve got to go back now.” Loki grabbed her hand. “Stay,” he responded. “Meet Bruce. Stay here for a few days - we have an extra room now,” he said with a grin. She allowed herself to be pulled forward to meet the man who had finally made the God of Lies, Tricks and Mischief content and more importantly loved.
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Hel had only meant to stay for a few days but ended up staying for several weeks as she helped Loki set up his cafe. She was amazed at the small support group he had found in not only Bruce but Natashia and Bucky as well. Natashia would come as often as she could when she wasn’t with the Avengers to help Bruce with the cafe that he had named “Ottalauss” or fearless. Bucky was there frequently as well, so often in fact she was amazed Bruce wasn’t jealous. She brought her observation to Loki as they were placing the finishing touches on the cafe before it opened the next day.
He snorted before talking, “First of all, Bruce knows I am all his - mind, body and soul.” Hel let out a soft “Awww” but quickly stopped as her father gave her a deadly stare. “Second, if Bruce was worried or jealous we would have a discussion about it (and probably great makeup sex afterward)...” At this Hel made a face and shook her head as if to rid herself of an unwanted mental image. Loki raised an eyebrow and let out an amused chuckle before continuing, “I know we are in the beginning stages of our romantic relationship but I know I will stay with Bruce forever or at least another hundred years.”
“Human life spans aren’t that long…what magic are you going to use to make that happen?
Loki shook his head, “Since Bruce was involved in the radiation accident he has better immunity, healing factors and the advances in tech it will help expand how long Bruce can live.” Hel grabbed his hand, giving comfort for the words left unspoken. Loki cleared his throat before continuing, “Finally, Bucky is head over heels in love with Steve Rodgers although neither one of them have made a fuckin move.”
Hel nodded her head in understanding. “I thought Steve was supposed to be in love with that code breaker slash spy Peggy?”
Loki gave Hel a look, “My my you have been doing your homework.” Hel gave a small shrug, “I run a tight ship in hell and I wanted to see the sorts of people my father was involved with.”
Loki stood there for a moment stunned at his daughter's response, before he responded, “Ms. Carter was a cover and a damn good one. She allowed it because in the 1940s if anyone had found out Steve was gay, he would have been thrown in prison so quickly his head would have spun plus how would it have looked if America’s golden boy liked it up his ass?”
“A bit crude baby, but true.” Loki spun around as he heard Bruce speak, rushing over to him giving him a kiss that quickly became heated. “Okay you two enough!” Hel said, swatting her father on the shoulder. “Gods, your kisses could start this place on fire with their heat.” Loki blushed scarlet, something that Bruce loved - that this man with all his life trauma and experience could still blush like an innocent.
“I can’t help it,” Bruce responded, “Loki makes me feral.” Hel gagged as Loki buried his face into Bruce’s neck. Bruce kissed the top of Loki’s head as he brought Loki, with Hel close behind to a corner table. Bruce continued, “Your father is right though, Bucky and Steve are in love with each other but because of when and how they were raised there might be some internalized self loathing for the feelings they have. Plus, Bucky was made to do things that will compound his feelings of unworthiness.”
Hel shook her head sadly, “I’ve been the mistress of Death and hell for two millennia now and I am still surprised at the curility that mankind can inflict on one another. These two people love each other, who gives a damn if they are both male? How can they experiment on each other and turn people into empty weapons?”
Bruce shrugged his shoulders, “I can’t explain it Hel but hopefully they will find each other. Both your father and I have been the victims of abuse but somehow have come out the other end and found each other. There is hope yet that cycles can be broken and love can be found.”
Loki softly added, with emotion making his voice horse, “Bruce is the better example of that. It took me several hundred years and almost conquering earth before I realized what I was truly doing.” For a moment the three of them sat there not knowing what to say before Bruce cleared his throat, taking Loki’s hand and entwining their fingers, “The important part, baby, is that you got here. It just took you a little longer than me.” Loki gave a self deprecating chuckle and kissed Bruce’s cheek. “Perhaps you two could help them realize that what they feel is more than alright and that they belong together?” Hel asked.
Loki’s eyes lit up, “Ohhh a project! I’m going to need one after I get this cafe up and running.” Bruce shook his head and chuckled, “Of course, can’t keep my baby down for long. Hel is right though, those two need a push in the right direction.”
“Spill the tea, who are we pushing together and how can I help?” Natasha asked as she sauntered through the cafe to their table.
“Bucky and Steve,” Loki said with a glint in his eye.
“Oh god yes. Those two have been mooning over each other for years. They just need to bone each other and get it over with,” Natashia said. “We will work on our master plan after the cafe opens and things settle down but I am here to pick up Hel, since this is her last free night before the cafe opens tomorrow and she returns to her life of responsibilities.”
“You two behave yourselves,” Hel mock commanded the two men in front of her. Both of them gave a salute, chuckling as the two women left heads together planning on how to bring the two oblivious men together. Loki snuggled into Bruce, letting out a contented sigh and said, “I’m glad Hel could spend time with us and make a few friends while she was here. I know running hell has been lonely for her.”
Bruce kissed the top of Loki’s head, “Baby, you know that you are breaking the cycle right? You saw that you were headed down the same road with Hel that Odin went with you and you stopped it. You are fixing it now.” Loki nodded, logically knowing that Bruce was right but it still broke his heart. Loki was unaware of how long they sat there, in silence, thinking about their lives and how they had made it to this moment. Loki murmured, “It is getting too heavy in here, especially with an opening tomorrow…I think I need to fix that…” Bruce gave a questioning look down at his partner before letting out a yelp as Loki extended his arm around Bruce’s waist and manhandled him onto his lap. “Now I have you right where I want you…”Loki said with a grin.
Loki positioned Bruce’s legs so they were straddling his lap, both of Loki's hands had made their way underneath Bruce’s shirt, and were running up and down Bruce’s back and chest, occasionally tweaking his nipples, until eventually, mercifully, their mouths met. Bruce moaned into the kiss, swiping his tongue along Loki’s bottom lip, gaining access to his mouth and battling for dominance. Loki groaned in pleasure, pulling Bruce’s hips down to rub his erection against Bruce’s hardness.
Bruce cupped Loki’s cheek, running his tongue along the roof of the other's mouth before breaking the kiss. “Time for me to take control baby,” he murmured as he pressed gentle kisses to Loki’s cheeks, forehead and finally a chaste kiss on the man's lips. He shifted in Loki’s lap, causing both men to groan and then pressed his hips down, the crease of his ass dragging along Loki’s cock through the fabric. Bruce drew himself up, cheeks rubbing against Loki’s hot member and slid, ever so slowly back down. Loki let out a filthy moan as Bruce writhed on top of him before grabbing the man's face and dragging him down for another searing kiss. The wet sounds of their mouths, tongues tangling together, were almost drowned out by the rubbing of their clothes as Loki began meeting Bruce thrust for thrust pushing and pulling at Bruce’s hips. Bruce whimpered into Loki’s mouth, feeling Loki’s cock rub against his with almost every thrust.
Loki reached up to cup Bruce’s cheek, breaking the kiss to look into the man's eyes which had blissed out as he gave into the heat of the moment, his lips swollen with kissing. Despite breaking the kiss Loki still ground up into Burce, causing the man to shiver before looking right into Loki’s eyes. “Loki,” he moaned, pressing his hips down harder. Loki’s hand drifted from Bruce’s cheek to his hair, he grasped it tightly as he forced Bruce’s head to the side while his teeth drew a gentle line down the tendon before lightly biting down at the base of the man's neck. A moan escaped Bruce’s mouth as Loki did the same to the other side of Bruce’s neck, causing Bruce’s face to turn red as he rasped out “Loki.” His hips continued to grind down, his cock pulsing in his pants.
Loki thrust against him faster, rubbing them together as he let out another moan, his head falling towards Bruce’s shoulder. Both men hurtled toward completion. Loki looked up at the man riding his cock and happened to see out of the corner of his eye that they had an audience. As Loki’s eyes focused, a wicked grin spread across his face as he realized their audience was Bucky. This made Loki almost feral, staring at Bucky, he grasped Bruce’s ass, bringing him closer, and in a harsh voice growled out “Mine! Mine!” Bruce, unaware of the audience panted back, “Yours! God, only yours Loki!” Bruce let out a choked yell, his body tensed as his balls tightened and he finally came, his eyes screwed shut as his cum drenched the front of his pants. Loki, staring at Bucky, moaned as he quickened the pace and chased his own release.
Bruce was a limp noodle in Loki’s arms as he drifted between the land of sleep and consciousness. Loki pressed a gentle kiss on the side of Bruce’s head, as he stared straight at Bucky whose mouth was agape, his cock rock hard in his pants, and his eyes wide at the scene in front of him. “Bruce,” Loki whispered, “I think we have a guest, and he seemed to quite enjoy our show .” Bruce quickly sat up in Loki’s lap, causing both men to groan as their overstimulated cocks rubbed against each other. He turned his head to verify Loki’s statement before burying his face in Loki’s neck, muttering an “Oh my god how mortifying.” Loki ran a hand through Bruce’s hair murmuring, “It’s okay baby, don’t be ashamed of what we’ve done ever.”
Bruce looked over his shoulder at Bucky, told him to sit down in the booth seat across from them and then stared at Loki gobsmacked. “You think I’m ashamed of having sex with you? Of bonding with you through pleasure? Never! I’m just embarrassed we had a fucking audience for what I consider a private act.”
Bucky stuttered out, “I w-w-won’t t-t-tell, I promise.” Bruce quickly untangled himself from Loki, sitting right next to him while grabbing one of Bucky’s hands and said “Bucky, it was never about trust. I trust you. Unlike Loki who has a more voyeuristic streak to him, I tend to like sex in the privacy of our own home.” Bucky gave him a confused look, as if to say “Then why the hell were you humping like rabbits in an empty cafe?”
Bruce sighed, “Loki go grab everyone a drink we are going to need it.” Loki got up and sauntered away, swaying his hips and throwing a wink at Bruce. Bruce rolled his eyes, sighed and turned to Bucky. “I realize now that doing that in the cafe was a really dumb idea but I didn’t think anyone was going to walk in to be honest since it’s not officially open. Don’t think it Bucky — you did NOTHING wrong by coming here tonight. I know you came to help with last minute arrangements before the opening tomorrow.”
Just as Burce finished speaking, Loki sat with three glasses and a bottle of whiskey. “Part of my secret stash in the office,” Loki announced as he poured each man a drink, “don’t tell the staff.” Loki winked, causing Bucky to blush and quickly take a drink in an attempt to hide it.
All three men stared at each other for a moment before Loki spoke, “Bucky, do you trust us?”
Bucky thought for a moment and then nodded. “I trust Bruce but I have heard stories from Thor, Steve and others about you Loki. They’ve shown me what you’ve done but in all honesty I’ve done some horrific things so who am I to judge? Plus after working with you for the past several months I’ve seen who you are.” Bruce and Loki shared a knowing glance. “Bucky, earlier you said that after working with me you’ve seen who I really am…well Bruce and I have both suffered different kinds of severe abuse. We both dealt with it in different ways but both of us have changed, done some soul searching and hard work to get there and that is understatement. We want to tell you how we got here, if you’ll let us.” Bucky nodded. Loki sighed, “We are going to need some food before we start this discussion. Let's whip up some pyttipanna and mimosas and then we can start.” Twenty five minutes later the three men were back at the booth with food on the table. Then Bruce and Loki began to talk.
A few hours later, plates stacked in the middle of the table and the mimosa pitcher empty, had Bruce and Loki looking at Bucky wondering if they had broken him. Bucky was staring at his entwined hands in silence, seeming to try and process what he had been told. Bruce gently placed his hand on top of Bucky’s entwined ones, “Bucky, can you talk please? You have us worried. You’ve been sitting here for 15 minutes without saying a word.” He took a deep sigh and quietly said, “Honestly, it’s a lot to take in and I’m not sure what to do or say. I feel so lost. I want what you two have - peace, tranquility….love.” Here Bucky’s voice cracked, “But I’m not sure I am worthy of it or that Steve will want me.”
“Bucky,” Loki said quietly, “Please understand that I felt the same way about Bruce.” Bucky gave an unbelieving huff as he quickly wiped a tear from his eye. Loki grabbed his hand and squeezed, “No, really, I did. I thought I was unlovable. That I could perhaps fix myself but no one in their right mind would want me but look Bucky. I took a huge leap of faith and now I am with Bruce. I can’t tell you it will be easy…it took a lot of work and soul searching to get here. This next bit is going to sound like a Hobby Lobby placard but it is worth it Bucky. All of it.” With a smirk Loki added, “I would bet all my godly powers that Steve is in love with you too.” Bucky’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with hope and a touch of fear, “Really?”
“Really,” Bruce confirmed, “Anyone with eyes can see it. Here’s what I am going to do. I have a couple of amazing colleagues who specialize in PTSD and abuse specifically with Veterans. I will have them get in contact with you. You have to make that first step Bucky but you have me and Loki behind you all the way.”
“I would also venture to say that Natashia has your back as well,” Loki added, “Have you thought about talking to her about this? She has also suffered abuse and trauma at the hands of the Russians.” He let that sink in before he continued, “I know this is a lot to take in Bucky so why don’t you head home, get a couple hours of sleep so you can be ready for our opening okay?” Bucky nodded, cleared the plates then headed home.
Bruce took Loki’s hand, kissed his knuckles, before tugging him toward the door, “Come on baby you need your rest too.”
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As the couple lay entwined in their bed the next morning, Bruce broke the silence by quietly asking, “It breaks my heart that you thought you were unworthy of my love, Loki. That I ever gave that impression.”
Loki sighed, his hand running soothing patterns on Bruce’s arm. “Bruce, it wasn’t you…it was me. I understand how Bucky feels and why he feels unworthy of the wonder boys love. I was so terrified the night I confessed my feelings for you. I thought I was going to lose you. I had been in battle, suffered at the hands of my father but the thought of losing you as a friend and not having you return my affection terrified me.”
Bruce nuzzled Loki’s hair “Oh baby you are worthy of my love, now and forever.” Bruce changed his position so he sat against the headboard and commanded Loki to undress himself. Loki raised his eyebrow not sure where this sudden change came from. “Do it baby, I want to show you how much you deserve my love; however, we can stop at any time just say the word.” A faint dusting of red creeped across Loki’s face and desire began to pool in his belly. Loki had always wanted to be dominated but they hadn’t fully explored that part of their relationship. He shivered in excitement and expectation and quickly undressed.
“Lay down for me, baby,” Bruce said, patting his lap. Loki did as he was told, laying across Bruce’s lap; he had a vague idea of what was going to come and his cock started to swell in anticipation against Bruce’s thigh. “I am thinking…twenty? For doubting yourself?”
Loki nodded. Bruce gave a light slap on Loki's thighs, causing him to shiver. “Vocalize baby, give me your permission.”
“Yes, sir”
The first slap against his ass shocked Loki but he felt more prepared for the next two - one spank against each check of his ass; he could only imagine how red they were starting to turn and groaned. On instinct alone, Loki found himself counting the slaps, each one somehow harder than the last and exactly what he needed. When they finally reached twenty, Loki was sobbing from pain and desire and relief from the guilt he had been carrying. “Oh my god, more Bruce, please more! I need it.”
“Shhh,” Bruce soothed, running a gentle, soothing hand on Loki’s ass and running up and down the man’s back. “I think you’ve had quite enough already.”
“But--”
“But nothing Loki,” Bruce commanded in a soft tone, causing Loki to buck a little against Bruce’s thigh. “We did the first part your way, now this next part will be my way.” Loki found himself being turned over, lying supine on the bed with Bruce staring down at him adoringly. “Oh my beautiful baby, whatever shall I do with you? Besides love you of course,” he said with a wink
Loki blushed, “A small part of me still thinks this is just a dream, and that I’ll wake up back in that cave with the snake hovering over me. That I am unworthy of this love.”
“Oh Loki, baby, you are worthy of the love that I bear for you. I will always love you,” Bruce said, leaning in to press gentle kisses to Loki’s stomach and chest. “ You are such a good baby for me, Loki. Sweet and caring, always willing to lift me up when I’m tired or discouraged. Always willing to lend an ear and listen. Plus you’re a brilliant cook.” Bruce smirked, “And you’re all mine.” Bruce crawled over Loki, planting a sweet kiss on his lips. “You are always worthy of the love you receive. If anything, it is I who amazed that someone as perfect as you could love me”
“How can you say that?” Loki words barely more than a whisper.
“Because it’s true, baby,” Bruce soothed. “You and I have both suffered at the hands of monsters. We have moved mountains to become the men we are. Yet, deep in our sub consciousness we can still hear our bastard fathers whispering that we aren’t worthy. But we are Loki, we are.” Each sentence was punctuated with another kiss– to his forehead and his cheeks and the space right above his heart, ending with a kiss to his lips like a promise. “You've taken your punishment and you took it well baby. Now let me take care of you.”
Loki couldn’t find the words to protest - all coherent thoughts and words leaving his brain as Bruce wrapped his hand around Loki’s cock. He stroked it slowly, lovingly, as if he were in awe that Loki was in his bed at all, which hardly seemed right, if anyone had the right to be awed, it was Loki. His eyes slipped shut in pleasure as Bruce picked up his speed, the soft click of the lube bottle opening the only warning Loki had before the cold gel joined the sensation of Bruce’s hand.
Loki couldn’t stop the soft moans that left his lips, not until Bruce kissed him again. “That’s it, baby,” Bruce purred, “You’re so good for me.”
“Bruce-” Loki started to protest only for Bruce to squeeze his cock, sending sparks of pleasure through him. “Please…”
“Shh, baby, just be patient. I am almost there.” Loki was unsure what Bruce meant, not until he felt Bruce lift off his lap before settling himself onto Loki’s cock. A guttural, almost feral moan erupted from Loki as his hands immediately bracketed Bruce’s hips.
“That’s it, baby,” Bruce moaned, “just like that.”
Loki’s hips bucked up instinctively to meet Bruce’s pace as he rode Loki. The pace was slow, almost meditative, and seeping with care and affection. Loki couldn't help but think of their first night together, after they had confessed their feelings and had spent the night in each other's arms gently kissing and exploring each other's bodies. Gods above Bruce had such a natural, instinctive way of making Loki’s life brighter. He never expected to have someone like Bruce in his life, in all honestly he never felt worthy of it but now here they were, Bruce riding Loki like he was something precious. Loki let the insecurities wash away like the tide.
“You’re so good for me, baby,” Bruce panted out, picking up the pace ever so slightly. “You let me take care of you, even when you thought you weren’t worth it. Trusting me to know how to take care of you, because we do, baby. We know how to take care of each other.”
Without permission, Loki found himself cumming, moans echoing through the room as he painted Bruce’s insides white. He expected Bruce to scold him, since he was the one in control today, instead Bruce praised him. “Oh, baby, look at you. So beautiful when you cum especially when it’s my words that make you lose control.” Bruce stayed seated on Loki’s cock and he could feel his cock twitch in interest.
Carefully and slowly, Bruce removed one of Loki’s hands from his hips, bringing it instead to his cock. Bruce made for quite a sight about him, head thrown back in pleasure as he warmed Loki’s cock and let Loki jerk him off. This moment was seared in Loki’s mind, and he wanted so badly to be painted in Bruce’s cum. With that mental image, Loki quickened his pace, drawing louder moans and praises from Bruce’s lips until finally - beautifully - he came, cum splattering over Loki’s chest as he leaned close, letting the cum hit his chin and cheeks.
“You wanted to make a mess, didn’t you baby?” Bruce panted. “You did so good for me, Loki. My baby, my most trusted friend, my love.” Bruce leaned down and kissed again, uncaring of the cum being smeared into his skin and on his lips.
Eventually (and far too soon if you asked Loki) Bruce eased himself off Loki’s cock and dragged him into the shower (“After all, your cafe opens a few hours and we can’t be covered in cum!”). With the same love and care as when he was riding Loki, Bruce cleaned him up, pressing kisses to every part of Loki’s skin as he went. Bruce washed Loki’s hair reveling in the contented noises Loki made as he did. When they finished, they went back into the bedroom where they stripped the sheets and quickly replaced them. When they were both clean, they sat back on the bed cuddling once again.
“I love you so much baby,” Bruce breathed, “That’s why it hurt so badly last night when you said that about yourself in front of Bucky. Please never forget that I love you.”
Loki pressed a gentle kiss to Bruce’s jaw, “I know Bruce. I know. Sometimes I just have to be reminded.” Loki could feel the smirk as Bruce responded, “Well it’s a good thing I’ll be here to remind you of that - as often as you need.” Loki snuggled in closer and let out a contented sigh. They laid there for a few minutes before Bruce gave a light smack causing Loki to twitch as Bruce’s hand made contact with his sore ass, “Sadist,” Loki muttered.
“You love me for it though,” Bruce replied, “Come on it’s time to get over to Ottalauss. I know that Bucky, Hel and Natasha are already there and I would prefer not to be tortured for not getting you there on time.”
The soft opening of Ottalauss was a raving success. Loki had managed to invite many influential food and restaurant critics, with their spouses, to the event as well as world renowned chefs. As word spread, and the reviews poured in Ottalauss became a staple in the top 10 restaurants to visit in New York City for years to come. Loki, while incredibly proud of his accomplishments, kept on his toes by improving his recipes as well as looking for new dishes to put on the menu. He even started to write a cookbook with Natasha that would eventually be sold in the cafe.
While rocketing to success with Ottalauss, Loki told himself that he had to maintain a personal life as well. He would be damned if he lost the love of his life simply because his ego was stroked by the adulation he received. He knew it would be all too easy to give into the old Loki who thrived on glory, praise and worship.
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“Bucky, if you don’t leave now for your group session, I swear to God I will have Bruce channel Hulk and carry you over there. You are more important than your day job -- now get out!” Bucky threw his hands up in mock surrender as he threw his rag in a bin, and clocked out. As Loki began his end of day routine to close up the cafe, Natasha came to sit next to him having finished the last bit of her routine.
“Is there something on my face? Or can you not get enough of my beauty? Need I remind you that I am madly in love with a scientist who also happens to be an Avenger? Unless you're offering me world domination, I’m taken.”
Natasha snorted, the most undignified thing Loki had ever seen or heard her do, “No, I was just thinking how good you are for Bruce. Well, how good you are for each other.”
Loki blushed and then cocked his head, “Weren’t you two a couple for a while? What happened?”
“Simply, it just wasn’t the right time. We loved each other but wanted different things and had different goals.”
“I am sorry,” Loki said quietly, before taking her hand. “He’s told me a very little bit about that time but mostly how much you took care of him. Thank you for that.”
Natasha gave his hand a gentle squeeze, “Honestly, Loki I don’t think we would have been good for each other in the long run. It’s clear to anyone who has seen you two together that you are meant to be. You two make me believe in soulmates, which is saying something considering my life experience.”
Loki hummed, “You know you deserve love as well right? It was like I told Bucky a couple weeks ago I thought I was unlovable. I thought I could fix myself but that no one would want a damaged person like me. You’ve done the work Natasha, I’m sure someone is out there for you.” Loki gave a gasp as if a brilliant idea had just struck him, “Bruce and I can play matchmaker! I’m sure he knows some attractive doctors he can put in your path!”
“Nope! Thanks though! I just started a relationship and don’t want to jinx it.” Loki merely raised an eyebrow. “Well, it’s with your daughter Hel….”
Loki leaned forward, narrowed his eyes, saying, “If you hurt my daughter in any way, including so much as a papercut, you will disappear so quickly not even Nick Fury and all his minions would be able to find you. Understand?”
Natahsa nodded solemnly, held up three fingers in a scouts honor, saying “On my honor as a boy scout I will treat your daughter with the love and respect she deserves.”
“Reindeer Games, I don’t appreciate you threatening a member of my team.” Loki stiffened as he saw Tony Stark slouching against the doorframe. “How can I help you Tony?” Loki replied calmly, refusing to give Tony any reason to escalate the situation.
Tony quickly crossed the room and corned Loki against the wall. “Listen, you pile of shit. I don’t know what spell you have put over Bruce but you are done here you understand? I allowed this experiment to happen with Bruce, I thought why not? You deserve to be experimented on. Hell after the ‘experiment’ ended I thought you would be some side piece until Bruce tired of you and he found someone that's actually worth his time. You are a maniac who can’t change, you will get out of Bruce’s life…”
“Or what?” Loki sneered. Loki was seething but refused to use magic, refused to lower himself to Tony’s level or give him what he wanted. Instead he lashed out verbally, “Seriously Tony? You are the biggest slut in the nine realms! You wouldn’t know a real relationship or love if hit you in the fuckin face! You’re lucky Ms. Potts chooses to stay! If anyone in this scenario deserves better it's her!”
If possible, Tony got even closer to Loki putting his hand around his neck and started to squeeze. Hard. “You keep her name out of your filthy mouth. You stay away from Bruce, and Natasha. You are no longer welcome here, Reindeer Games, head back to the miserable pile of shit you were born on and leave earth alone.”
As Loki was struggling for breath, he looked over Tony’s shoulder to see that Bruce had walked in and his eyes had turned green. “No, Bruce,” Loki gasped out, “Don’t! Not worth…” he couldn’t finish as his vision had started to tunnel.
“Tony Stark get your hands off my boyfriend now, before I release Hulk. I will not be held accountable for the things that he does.” Tony let go and spun around as Loki gasped for air and slid down the wall, Natasha putting her arms around him as a cool towel was brought to his throat.
“How dare you pick this thing over us? Over our friendship? Over the Avengers? What in God's name is wrong with you?
Burce stared at the man in front of him, a man who he thought was his friend. “I’m not sure what you mean Tony, but if you so much as look at Loki the wrong way, not only will I leave the Avengers but I will release the camera footage of you threatening a man who didn’t fight back or do anything to you.” Tony paled as he realized the implications and cursed himself for forgetting about the security cameras.
“I’ll leave too,” Natasha said quietly, still sitting beside Loki. “I refuse to work with someone who thinks violence is the way to accomplish what he wants. I saw enough of that in my former life and will not be part of that abuse.”
Tony, his eyes bulging, sputtered before turning on his heels and slamming the door as he left. Loki sagged into Natasha’s side and let out a sigh of relief that his tormentor was gone. Bruce came and knelt down by Loki, taking his chin in his fingers and gently lifting to see the damage done. Hissing, Loki tried to turn away at the pain caused by Bruce’s actions, no matter how gentle. Bruce paled, “The absolute bastard. Based on the swelling he could have done serious damage if I hadn’t come sooner.” Bruce shifted before quickly and easily picking Loki off of the ground, giving him a gentle kiss to the head, “Come on baby, let's get you home so I can fix this.” Loki snaked his hands around Bruce’s neck and snuggled in as far as he could without putting further strain on his neck. He rasped out a thank you to Natasha who placed a gentle kiss on his temple. “Call me if you need anything,” she murmured to the both of them as she held the door open and locked it behind the three of them as they left.
A short time later found the two men snuggled on the couch after Bruce had made Loki take pain medicine and placed an ice wrap around his neck. They sat in silence with blankets tucked in around them while jazz music played quietly, happy to be in each other’s presence and recovering from the adrenaline that had run through both their systems after their encounter with Tony. After a while, Bruce removed the ice pack, kissed Loki's head before murmuring, “We’ll put these back on in a bit to help reduce swelling.” He turned to place the ice packs on the sofa table and as he turned back around he saw that Loki had started to cry. He carefully moved Loki onto his lap, cradling him, as Loki placed his face in the curve of Bruce’s neck. Carding Loki’s hair, Bruce whispered, “Baby, talk to me. What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”
Through the tears, Loki responded, “Maybe Tony was right. I don’t deserve to be your partner, to be loved by you. I should just be your side piece that you discard when you find the person that is actually worthy of you and your love. I’ve done such horrible things, like he said. How can you love me?” Loki started to weep harder and then tried to untangle himself from Bruce’s arms.
Bruce held on tighter, giving two quick and hard slaps to Loki’s ass before talking, his voice rough with emotions, “ Loki Laufeyson, god of Mischief and Prince of Asgard, has this past year and a half meant nothing to you? A year and a half of friendship and now love? You are everything to me Loki. First off, Tony has no right to moralize. He’s fucking sold war weapons and as a result millions have died because of what his company has made. Don’t you dare let Tony worm his way between us. Yes, you’ve done horrible things but so has Bucky. So has Natasha. By your logic, Bucky and Natasha are unworthy of love. Do you agree with that?”
Loki quickly shook his head.
“You’re right Loki, they are deserving of love despite their past. They were pawns, much like you. You are mine and I am yours. You are the King of my Heart. If you were to leave I would never recover. Do you understand?” At this last question he sat Loki on his lap so he could look into his eyes, gently wiping away the tears and snot from Loki’s face. “I love you, Loki.”
He leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his lips, then placed his forehead on Loki’s. Both men sat in silence for a moment, before Loki whispered, “Take me to bed…please?”
As he carried Loki into their bedroom, Bruce murmured, “What do you want baby?”
Loki responded, “Be gentle with me but help me forget. Help me forget what Tony said, what he did.”
As he gently put Loki down in their bedroom, he cupped Loki’s face in his hands, caressing his cheeks. “Are you sure, Loki?”
Loki nodded and Bruce dipped his head pressing his lips firmly against Loki’s, heart clenching painfully at the thought of what Loki had gone through and was determined no one would hurt him again. Loki moaned when Bruce trailed kisses along his lips, teasing him. Loki’s arms wrapped themselves around Bruce’s neck, writhing and jerking against Bruce. Bruce knew it was that last bit of adrenaline that hadn’t worked itself out of Loki’s system. He leaned down, still kissing Loki, scooped him back up into his arms and carried him to bed.
Bruce undressed himself first, letting Loki calm himself a little before he knelt astride him on the bed. Ever so slowly and gently, Bruce began to unbutton Loki’s shirt. “What do you want Loki?” he asked as he pressed tiny butterfly kisses to Loki’s chest every time he undid a button. Loki moaned and gasped below him, his cock already tenting his thin gray sweats. There was a small damp patch at the tip, Bruce leaned over and placed a gentle kiss, loving Loki’s hiss of pleasure.
Grasping Bruce’s hand, Loki panted, “Anything gentle, please Bruce, anything gentle.”
“Of course baby,” Burce murmured as he leaned over and gave him a soft kiss while he tugged the sweatpants down and off, and helped to completely remove his top. He kissed his way down Loki’s chest, tweaking the nipples with his fingers until they were standing up in pink points. “Such a good baby,” Bruce murmured, then swirled his tongue around each nipple and gave each of them a gentle bite, causing Loki to moan and buck his hips.
When he reached Loki’s twitching cock, Bruce glanced up at Loki’s form displayed so wantonly before him and tried his best to ignore his own arousal. Loki’s knees were bent, his chest heaving, letting out small mewls and groans. “I love you so much baby,” he whispered before bending down to take Loki’s firm length in his mouth. He sucked and licked, loving the taste of him.
“I love you too, Burce,” Loki moaned as his hands found purchase in Bruce’s hair and he began to buck into his mouth.
Burce laid down between Loki’s legs, so that he could rub against the bed while he brought Loki to completion, his own cock aching with want, precome pearling on his tip. It was an awkward angle for his neck, but the sounds Loki was making was worth it. Each moan and lewd groan went straight to his dick. He sucked Loki and thrust himself down on the mattress, sensing that Loki was close he brought his mouth to the tip of Loki’s dick, swirled his tongue around the head, then opened his throat and took Loki all the way to the hilt. “Ohhhhh! Bruce! Bruce!” Loki rasped out as the orgasm ripped through his body, and Bruce’s mouth was flooded with Loki’s cum. He swallowed each drop, not wanting any to go to waste. Even before Loki’s body had gone limp from his own orgasm , Bruce followed close behind and he groaned around Loki’s cock as his ejaculate pulsed onto the mattress beneath him. After he licked Loki clean, the cock in his mouth began to soften, but Bruce suckled on it a bit longer, unwilling to let Loki go quite yet. He didn’t do it for long, knowing that Loki would be a bit sensitive after such an orgasm .
Releasing Loki’s cock with a soft pop, Bruce scotted up the bed, next to Loki. He gathered the man in his arms and brought the covers up over them. Bruce’s arms began to trace comforting patterns on Loki’s back as he gave gentle kisses to any spot he could reach. Loki brought himself up to lean in and languidly kiss Bruce. “Thank you,” he whispered, “For loving me. For reminding me of how gentle and good love is. For reminding me that I am worthy of it. I love you Bruce Banner with all of my heart.” Loki laid back down, placing his head in the crock of Bruce’s neck and the two fell asleep in each other's arms.
Loki woke the next morning and found himself in the same position he had been the night before with the addition of Bruce gently carding his hair while texting. Loki nuzzled Bruce’s neck, before rasping out, “Who are you texting at this god forsaken hour?” Bruce dropped a kiss on Loki’s head before responding, “Natasha and Bucky. They are in charge of Ottalauss for the next couple days. You need to recover from what happened last night and those two are more than capable of running the cafe.” Loki struggled to get up and started to protest the way Bruce had gone over his head to have his cafe run for him when a crack rang through the room. Loki’s jaw dropped as he realized that Bruce had hit his ass. Hard. “Now listen baby,” Bruce said, “You need to recover and you know I’m right.” Another crack as Bruce hit his other cheek. Tears filled Loki’s eyes at the shock of it and then he burrowed down next to Burce, knowing he was right.
Bruce caressed his ass, while kissing his forehead. “I’m sorry baby, I lost control. That won’t happen again.”
Loki turned his face up, and with his best puppy dog eyes replied, “Don’t say never. That's a long time.”
Bruce laughed softly before pressing a tender kiss to his lips, murmuring, “Next time I’ll warn you alright? It will be with your permission.” For several minutes they laid in a contented silence, when Bruce gave a gentle nudge to Loki. “Alright baby, it's time to get up and take a shower. It has to be cold so as not to make your bruising worse, okay?” Loki nodded as they made their way towards the shower.
As they were washing their breakfast dishes, Bruce brought up the idea of doing hybrid work. He had been thinking of it for a while but since the solidification of their relationship he decided he wanted to spend more time with Loki and his other close friends. Bruce gave Loki the side eye, as if worried that he would absolutely hate the idea. Loki threw the dish towel over his shoulder and brought Bruce in for a big kiss, a smile almost breaking his face. “I love that idea Bruce!”
When they had finished cleaning, they brought their coffee out to their balcony. “I have another idea,” Loki said, “Bucky has really been progressing with his therapy and as a result is gaining more confidence. I encouraged him to ask Steve on a date; however, the only way he would ask Steve is if they go on a double date with us. I thought we could have it at the cafe so we could avoid the public and having media there or some stupid assholes posting pictures of us on social media. What do you think?” Loki continued to stare straight ahead when he asked the question, not having the courage to look Bruce in the eyes. Bruce sat his cup of coffee down and plopped himself, ever so gently, into Loki’s lap. Putting his hands on Loki’s cheeks, he forced him to make eye contact. “I love that idea. Why don’t you text Bucky and give him the green light?” Loki nodded, reaching for his phone. Bruce took his turn at being the little spoon and cuddled himself against his God of Mischief.
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Loki decided to take the rest of the week off, allowing time for the bruise to heal around his throat. It was easier to stay at home then to try and cover it up with high collared shirts or make up. Only on the morning of their double date with Bucky and Steve did Loki think about how the event between him and Tony, with the resulting bruises, might have affected Bruce. He wandered into their bathroom and sat on the counter, watching while Bruce got ready, he had lab work to do that day and so was going into the hospital. As he walked by Loki, he patted him on the knee asking, “What's on your mind baby? You seem worried. Is it about the date tonight? I think it's going to be a raving success and will be the start of a long and beautiful relationship. Do you think they’ll let us be groomsmen?”
Bruce, now fully dressed, came to stand in front of Loki. He put his hands on Loki’s cheeks, forcing him to look him in the eyes. “Baby, you’re worrying me. What is it?”
Loki wrapped his hand around one of Bruce’s wrists, took a steadying breath and said, “I feel so selfish not even asking you till now but how are you feeling? About the whole thing that happened with Tony and my bruises? That must have brought back such awful memories for you.”
Bruce stood a moment, looking into Loki’s eyes, seeming to gather his thoughts. He sighed, brought his hands down to Loki’s and twined their fingers together. “You saw me when I looked at you with Tony’s hands around your throat. You saw my eyes turning green, even with you struggling against Tony. In that split second, I relived all my childhood trauma and all the horror that accompanied it. Loki, the Hulk was a nanosecond from appearing…he wanted to protect me from a perceived threat. All the hard work I’d spent over the past few years almost flew out the window until I heard your voice. Then it all came flooding back, everything I had worked so hard to achieve came back; because of you Loki. So yes, it brought back horrific memories. For the first time in a few years I had to attend abuse counseling. It was horrible.”
Loki deflated with every word that came out of Bruce’s mouth, and placed his head on Bruce’s shoulder. “My god, Bruce, I feel like such a twat for not thinking of this sooner and being there to support you. I’m sorry. I will do better, I promise!”
Bruce shrugged the shoulder that Loki was on so Loki was forced to look up. “Baby, no one is perfect. The important part is you realized and you asked - that is a huge help. That I can talk to you and express the horror I felt. I’m going to go on a limb though, and say that what happened earlier this week was a one in a billion chance okay? The old Loki, the one that came to talk to me in the Avengers Tower or the one that tried to take over the world would have never asked me that. We both have come so far, so don’t beat yourself up over one trip up. Okay?”
Loki nodded, hopped off the counter and leaned in to give Bruce a kiss, his hands wandering to Bruce’s ass giving a gentle squeeze. Bruce bucked forward with a small gasp, “Stop it baby, if you start now I’ll never leave for work!” Loki gave him a gentle slap, pushed him away, saying “Okay go save the world Mr Banner. I’m heading into Ottalauss to make sure Natashia and Bucky didn’t destroy anything and to peel Bucky off the ceiling…I’m sure his nerves are on edge.”
Loki’s day ran smoothly, and as the end of the day approached he couldn’t help but glance at the door, expecting Tony to be there to finish what he had started at the start of the week. Natasha came beside him and cleared her throat before placing her hand on top of his. “He isn’t coming you know.”
Loki gave her a look, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Really? I have lost count of how many times you’ve looked at that door. Tony isn’t here, he isn’t coming back. Did you know that Steve and Thor gave Tony a huge dressing down at our last meeting? They both said they would leave the Avengers if he ever came near you or touched you again. I really thought Thor was going to kill him. It took Steve and Bruce to hold him back and I could tell Bruce had to let out his inner Hulk a little to do so.”
Loki’s eyes filled with tears that began to spill over and Natahsa brought him into a tight hug, whispering in his ear, “Loki, people love you and support you. You are protected okay?” They came apart as they heard the door open. Loki turned, still wiping away tears to see Bruce coming towards them. “Baby, what happened?”
“Natashia told me about what happened at your last meeting. I didn’t realize how many people were willing to defend me.”
Bruce sat down and brought Loki onto his lap, rocking him gently. “Oh baby, you are loved more than you know. By me, by Natahsa and by Bucky.” Natahsa gave a gentle squeeze to Loki’s shoulder, said her goodbyes and quietly left.
Loki murmured, “I'm just surprised that the golden boy stood up for me as well.”
“Well, he doesn’t trust you completely but he isn’t the poster boy for goodness for nothing. He knows that Tony’s actions were completely unjustified. He’s seen what you’ve done for Bucky and that has earned his deep gratitude.” They sat in silence for a while longer, so that Loki could collect himself before asking, “Baby, as much as I would love to just sit here with you in my arms, Steve and Bucky will be here in about an hour and a half. I am guessing we need to get a few things done before they show up?”
By the time Steve and Bucky appeared a table in the back had been set up with candles, flowers and a beautiful meal. They were all dressed to the hilt and Loki had to admit if big and blond were his type he would have climbed Steve like a tree, no wonder Bucky was in love with him.
After exchanging pleasantries, they began to eat in silence. Loki broke it, saying “Steve, I wanted to thank you for yesterday. Natasha told me how you stood up to Stark and I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”
Steve leaned back, “What Tony did was inexcusable. Violence is never the answer to anything. He deserved what was coming to him. He’s never been told no and it was about time he was.”
Loki gave him a small smile, “Then I can’t imagine what you think I must deserve.”
Steve stared at him for a moment, collecting his thoughts. “Well, if you would have asked me that a couple years ago I would have given a completely different answer. However, after having lengthy discussions with both Bruce and Bucky, I came to understand why you did what you did. It doesn’t excuse it but I understand it. Tony’s violence and arrogance come from somewhere different, he has no excuse for it.” Loki nodded in understanding and wanting to steer the conversation off this and onto the men who had been denying their feelings for far too long he asked when the two had met and become friends.
They talked about how they first met when Steve was fighting in an alley trying to defend someone's honor but since he was so scrawny he was getting his ass kicked. Bucky happened to see him and jumped in to help fight. They became fast friends and were inseparable since then and when the war came he wanted to join but because of health he couldn’t and he hated that he couldn’t help his country. Instead he had to watch Bucky go off, become the hero and bring home the ladies. Bucky quietly interjected, “You know I never slept with them right?” Steve froze before swallowing loudly and staring at Bucky. “Really?” he rasped out. “Really,” he replied. They all sat in silence not wanting to break the moment.
Loki quietly asked, “Steve, when did you first know you were in love with Bucky?” Steve turned to look at Loki, “No, Steve don’t tell me tell Bucky.”
“We had been friends for a while before I realized what I felt for you went beyond just friendship but I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to lose our friendship. Every time you were deployed I was sick with worry not knowing if you were coming home to me,” he gave a self-deprecating laugh, “even though I couldn’t have you the way I wanted, just knowing you were home safe was enough. Everyone thinks I did that damn experiment because of some sense of patriotic duty and wanting to help my country. That was part of it but a small part of it, I really did it so I could be worthy of Bucky. To be able to fight off those who would attack us, to defend the man I love.” Here his voice broke, unsure of how to proceed, “When you fell off that train Bucky, I died inside. I didn’t want to live….I tried so hard not to.” Bucky moved over to sit as close to Steve as he could, wiped the tears off his face, grabbing his hand and interlacing their fingers, whispering, “You’re doing so well sweetheart, keep going.”
Steve stared at Bucky for a moment before proceeding. “I was put in a hospital for a few days so they could watch me before I was given to Peggy so she could be in charge. I lived with her for a time before I crashed the plane into the ice. People just assumed we were together. It was easier that way. Even when I came back from my ice hibernation it was easier to keep that myth going of Peggy being my lost love. How could I tell anyone that I had already lost the love of my life and that it was my fault? Then when you came back…” his voice thick with tears, “and didn’t know me, it was like I lost you all over again.” He looked at Bucky, “Tell me I haven’t lost you, Buck, please.”
Bucky leaned forward and gave the man a gentle, chaste kiss, squeezing their hands, “Steve, it wasn’t your fault please you need to let that go. I am here Steve, and I am never leaving. I love you. I have loved you since almost the first day we met.” Steve let out a sob of relief as he surged forward to kiss Bucky. A kiss that quickly became heated as the two fought for dominance.
Loki cleared his throat, and the two men quickly broke apart, panting with their hands still entwined. “As much as I would love to watch the two of you,” causing the men across from him to flush scarlett, “I believe that the two of you should go somewhere more private?”
Bucky laughed, “Yea, I’ve seen that voyeuristic streak in you haven’t I?” Loki preened at Bucky’s words while Bruce blushed a scarlet red and Steve looked confused.
Loki helped to end the confusion saying “Bucky walked in on Burce and I while we were humping and frotting like bunnies here in the cafe. Gave him quite a show.”
Steve looked confused, asking “What is frotting?” Loki laughed so hard that tears started to roll down his cheeks. Steve humphed, “I don’t know what’s so funny.” Bucky kissed his temple, “He’s not laughing at you, love, promise.”
It took a minute for Loki to calm down and look at Steve. “Bucky is right, I honestly am not laughing at you. Just the thought of wonder boy being so deliciously innocent is somewhat amusing. But more than that it's honestly refreshing. Both of you are so refreshing in your innocence despite the hell the both of you have gone through.” Loki’s eyes lit up and he gave a devious grin, “Maybe I could give you both lessons…”
Bruce looked at Loki with a glare, “Baby don’t you fucking dare. Let them discover each other. That's part of the fun.” Loki thought for a moment then nodded in agreement, leaning in to kiss Bruce before whispering in his ear so the other men couldn’t hear, “Are you going to punish me later Bruce? For being so wonton and disrespectful?” Bruce gave him a wicked grin and nodded.
“Well, gentlemen, I would say this evening has been a raving success! Let's end with some dessert shall we? Natahsa taught me how to make delicious A pple Sharlotka and I refuse to let it go to waste. ”
After the meal, Steve and Bucky had wanted to stay to help clean but Loki told them to head home to continue their discussion, both men blushing at the implications, Bruce saving them from their embarrassment by saying “Just take it slow you two. There’s no rush.” They had left, hand in hand, happiness radiating from them.
As Loki and Bruce were cleaning, Bruce asked, “What are you thinking about, baby? You’ve been awfully quiet.”
“Just thinking about Steve and Bucky. They deserve to be happy after all that they have been through. I just hope they can make it.” They finished the dishes and Bruce brought Loki into his arms. “They will. We did. They both know to take it slow, especially Bucky after all the therapy he’s been through. We’ll be there to help too, baby. “
“Yes, we will. Those two deserve all the happiness they can get.”
Bruce hugs Loki tighter, “They do, baby and so do you.”
Loki looked sweetly up at him, “So, now that the date is over and we are all cleaned up, do I get my punishment now? For being so wonton and disrespectful?” At that he ground against Bruce’s thigh and leaned in for a kiss. Bruce bucked underneath him and met him open mouthed as their tongues began to battle for dominance. Bruce pulled back, his eyes almost black with desire and with great force smacked Loki’s ass. “Yes, baby, you’ve earned your punishment.” Loki had never closed up the shop so quickly.
They entered their dark apartment, and headed toward their bedroom. Bruce turned the floor lamp on the lowest setting while Loki stood in the middle of the room, unsure of how to proceed. “Take off your clothes,” Bruce commanded, “fold them, and neatly place them on the ottoman, then stand in the middle of the room.” Bruce waited, with his hands behind his back as he watched Loki do as he commanded. When he was back in the middle of the room, he took a moment to admire the mans body - thin, lithe, with just the right amount of muscle and his cock standing straight up. Bruce licked his lips, “Are you ready for me baby?” Loki nodded.
Bruce sauntered over to their oversized chair in the corner of the room, and sat like he was a king sitting on a throne, his legs spread wide. “Come, and lay face down on my lap.” Loki eagerly obeyed, his hard cock starting to leak onto Bruce’s pants.
Bruce brought his hand down hard on Loki’s ass, two slaps on each cheek, making red marks immediately bloom on Loki’s skin. Loki’s breath hitches, and he squirms trying to find release but Bruce leans down to whisper in his ear, “You’re going to be still and you're going to take it.”
“Yes,” Loki manages to gasp. Two more strikes against the soft skin, Loki fighting every instinct not to rock against Bruce’s thigh. Bruce brings his hand down, again and again, always on the same spot on each rounded cheek, watching as the skin turns to a dark red. Slowly, he relaxes, only tensing for a fraction of a second when Bruce smacks his ass or the back of his thighs.
For a bit the only sound in the room was the sound of sharp slaps, Loki’s strangled gasps and Bruce’s heaving breathing.
“You’re never,” Slap
“Going to embarrass Steve and Bucky.” Slap
“Again.” Slap
“You understand, baby?” Slap.
“Yes!” Loki gasps and Bruce rewards him with another slap against his right cheek and Loki rocks forward with the blow, rubbing against Bruce’s painfully hard dick.
“Good baby, you’ve taken your punishment so well.” Bruce murmured. “You look so beautiful like this,” as he gently rubs Loki’s ass.
“Only for you Bruce,” Loki moaned. It is only then that Bruce becomes aware of the small wet spot on his thigh. Moaning he looks down at Loki and commands him to stand. He takes a sharp breath as he sees Loki’s hard cock, standing up straight, head slick with pre-come. Bruce stands, his legs weak with desire, pulling Loki in against his chest. One arm goes around his waist while the other tips up his chin.
“It’s alright baby,” Bruce says, his voice rough with desire and pupils blown wide as he forces Loki to look at him. “I’m going to take care of you baby.” Bruce leans in and kisses Loki gently, lips brushing softly as his tongue licks along the seam of Loki’s lips asking to be let in and Loki complies. Bruce’s hands roam over Loki’s back, following his spine towards his ass. Bruce caresses the abused flesh oh so softly and reveals in the needy moan he draws from Loki, gently nipping his throat when Loki’s head falls back. One of his hands slides up over Loki’s hip to his crotch, closes his hand around Loki’s cock and tugs, his thumb brushing over the head.
“Bruce,” Loki moans as Bruce gently eases him onto their bed and onto his stomach.
“Going to fuck you so good, baby,” Bruce growls as his eyes take in Loki’s beautiful body and eventually down to his perfect ass that showed off Bruce’s handprints like a brand, a claim. Bruce’s cock twitches as his clothes quickly come off and are carelessly discarded as he climbs onto the bed between Loki’s thighs. He leans in, supporting his weight on one arm while his free hand takes a hold of his cock to rub it over Loki’s red ass cheeks. He lets out a low rumble as he feels the hot skin against the sensitive head of his dick, causing Loki to shudder.
“Going to make you feel so good baby,” Bruce promises as he takes lube out of the nightstand drawer. Loki wiggles his hips causing his cock to grind down against the sheets in search of friction. Loki moans a needy and delicious “Bruce please,” as he hears the snap of the lube being opened. The moan goes straight to Bruce’s cock and it takes all of his self control to not just take Loki then and there without prepping him.
“Shhhh, baby,” Bruce whispers as he slicks up his fingers and discards the lube. He pulls at Loki’s hip so that the man is up on his knees with his head buried in the sheets and presenting his perfect ass to Bruce. He’s careful when he pushes one finger into Loki, knowing that he is sore from his punishment. He waits for Loki to relax before he starts moving it, slowly in and out. When he feels that Loki is ready he pushes in a second finger. Loki groans and pushes back against the fingers, begging for more and to be faster. Bruce shushes him, free hand rubbing soothing circles into the small of Loki’s back.
“Only a little bit more baby. You're doing so good baby,” Bruce moans. He begins to scissor his fingers before pushing deeper and curling them to brush over Loki’s prostate as a reward. Loki lets out a filthy moan as he pushes back against Bruce's fingers. Only when Loki is all slicked up and loose does Bruce withdraw his fingers, watching as Loki’s hole flutters around nothing. Bruce sits up on his knees and aligns his cock, spreading Loki’s cheeks with one hand and slips his dick into Loki’s waiting hole.
Bruce pushes in slowly, allowing for Loki to adjust and only when he’s fully seated inside, Loki’s ass cheeks pressing against his hips, does Bruce take the time to take a proper look. The sight is marvelous… perfection personified. Loki’s perfect tight hole stretched around his cock, his ass cheeks red with Bruce’s hand prints.
“God, Loki,” he whispers, rough and breathless, “you have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look right now. Fucking perfect baby.”
Loki moans and clenches around Bruce, as his hands fist the sheets next to his head. Bruce starts to move, slowly, as he draws out and pushes back in. Speeding up a bit with each thrust until he’s reached an even rhythm that makes Loki squirm and press back, meeting him halfway.
“Harder,” Loki begs and Bruce complies, making Loki’s breath hitch on each thrust when the still tender flesh of his ass meets Bruce’s hips. Bruce reaches around Loki’s waist and pulls him up, sitting back on his haunches with Loki in his lap, Loki’s head falling back onto his shoulder so that his moans and little cries aren’t muffled by the sheets anymore.
Bruce’s hand is around Loki’s cock and with each thrust, he drives Loki forward into his fist, his hips digging into Loki’s ass cheeks, a perfect balance of pleasure and pain if the noises Loki is making is anything to go by.
“I’m so close Bruce,” Loki chokes out, causing Bruce to speed up his thrusts. Bruce snaps his hips, his thumb brushing over the head of Loki’s cock and pressing slightly into the slit. Loki goes taunt, back arching, as he clenches around Bruce’s cock as he comes with a shout. Bruce fucks him thorugh his orgasm, come-slicked hand not letting go of Loki’s dick until he feels it going flaccid and Loki is slumped against him, loose limbed and fucked out.
“You were so good for me baby,” Bruce says as he nips at Loki’s shoulder. His hands take hold of Loki’s hips as he begins driving his dick in hard and fast. It only takes a few more thrusts until his rhythm turns erratic and he’s coming himself, biting down hard on Loki’s shoulder and groaning his release into Loki.
Loki makes a small noise as Bruce pulls out of him and Bruce leans in to kiss his forehead. “So good for me baby,” he murmurs as lies down and helps Loki to lie on top of him. “Did I do good Bruce?” Loki asked, his speech was slightly slurred as he was almost asleep. Bruce’s heart swelled with love for the man on top of him. He gives Loki a gentle kiss, replying “Of course baby. Did you learn your lesson?” Loki gives one nod before he falls blissfully asleep, Bruce following soon after.
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Time passed blissfully for Loki, he could not remember a time he had been so happy and content. His cafe was a raving success, he was in a stable and committed relationship and had two people that he could call his best friends - which was two more than he had had his entire life. After being with Bruce for two years (a year as friends and a year in a romantic relationship), Loki decided it was time for them to get married. So, on their year anniversary as an official couple Loki and Bruce tied the knot with Natasha, Hel and Bucky as their only witnesses. When Bruce attended the next Avenger meeting, he had shocked everyone in attendance announcing he had finally tied the knot with Loki and wiggled his left hand to show off the ring. Thor and Steve each gave Bruce a bone crushing hug while Tony stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him, still in disbelief that his friend had been hoodwinked by Loki. Clint sat in stunned silence, while Natasha just grinned.
Bruce had made a habit of working in Loki’s office at the cafe more often than their guest room/office at home so that Bruce was never truly far away from Loki. It was on one of those days, that Loki sauntered back into the office and plopped down onto the couch content to watch Bruce work. He trusted Natasha and Bucky to grab him if they needed him. As he sat, his mind wandered to six months ago when they had gone on the double date with Bucky and Steve. Since then their relationship had progressed perfectly. Bucky and Steve’s relationship was progressing perfectly, and they would often go on double dates with Loki and Bruce.
About a month previously, Bucky had come to Loki wanting some advice. He wanted to take the relationship to the next level. He wanted to move in with Steve, and, here Bucky blushed, “I want to fuck him Loki. We’ve done nothing but hold hands and kiss. Which is fine but I am going to burst.” Loki smiled at his friend and nodded sympathetically but before he could speak Bucky spoke again, so quietly that Loki couldn’t hear him. “I don’t want to lose him though.”
“James Buchanan Barnes,” at the use of his full name Bucky's head snapped up, “Remember your first date? Remember what I said to you? I was also terrified that Bruce would reject me, not love me but here I am happily married to the man I love. Bucky, I’ve seen you and Steve together. He’s head over heels in love with you. You two were basically childhood sweethearts. Get out of your head, down on one knee and marry the fuckin man!” Bucky nodded his head and the two men began to plan how he was going to propose.
Loki was shaken out of his thoughts as he found a hand had been wandering up his leg, and palming his dick through his pants, causing his dick to swell in desire. “I tried to call your name but you were in the zone.”
“I was thinking of ahhhh,” he moaned as he bucked into Bruce’s hand which was still stroking him through his pants, “Steve and Bucky.”
Burce leaned back on his haunches, giving Loki a skeptical look, “What about them?”
Loki moaned at the loss of contact and attempted to grab Bruce’s hand, “No, baby, not till you tell me.”
Loki huffed in frustration, “Fine! Bucky is going to propose to Steve tonight at dinner and I was just thinking about when I helped him pick out the ring. Happy? Now please finish me off!”
Bruce’s jaw dropped and he giggled causing Loki to scowl at him. “What’s so fucking funny?”
“Steve is going to propose to Bucky tonight!” Loki’s eyes lit up and he started to laugh, “This is going to be one memorable night!” Bruce agreed as got up to lock the door to the office before he walked back and sat himself in Loki’s lap. Bruce began by giving Loki a quick and filthy kiss before starting to kiss down his chest as he opened each button on Loki’s shirt, eventually revealing the fine hairs beneath. Bruce decided to focus on Loki’s nipples, sucking them until they were puffy and sensitive; then nibbled as Loki made the sweetest noises. Bruce descended down his chest, to his navel, following a thicker trail of hair as his fingers nimbly unzipped Loki’s pants, gently pulling out his cock. As he knelt between Loki’s legs, he paused and looked up at Loki, “I want to make you weak with pleasure and scream until your throat is hoarse. Will you let me Loki?”
“Please Bruce!” rasped Loki, “Just suck me please!” Bruce pulled away, panting hard and left Loki looking at Bruce with pupils blown wide and wild. “Bruce! Please! Don’t leave me like this!” Bruce smirked at the words and once again kneeled, looking up at Loki from his position near his throbbing cock, leaking precum. “Loki, what do you want to do?”
“Fuck your face Bruce! I want to fuck your face! Please!”
With that encouragement, he licked a line up Loki’s thick cock and swallowed it in one single gulp. Loki cried out in joy. Bruce allowed himself to enjoy Loki’s length, his thickness, as he bobbed up and down his husband's length. Loki plunged his cock further into his spouse’s mouth, pushing it as far as it would go, sucking in air as he dove deep. Bruce moaned at the feeling of the hot and heavy member filling his mouth. As he looked into his husband's eyes, he saw the love and lust there, and hoped his eyes reflected the same.
“Oh Bruce,” Loki sighed as his penis slid out of Bruce’s mouth so the head was nestled between his husband's lips. Loki thrust forward again, a deep moan escaping him. Slowly, he fucked Bruce’s mouth. Bruce closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of Loki’s weight on his tongue, the taste of him, letting the sounds his husband was making carry him off. Looking back, Bruce could never understand how Loki had been coherent enough to do this but Loki reached down, unzipped Bruce’s pants and took Bruce’s hardened cock in hand. Bruce jumped, moaned, and started thrusting into his spouse's hand.
Loki purred, “Does this feel good Brue? Are you enjoying the fact that I am fucking your face?” Bruce almost blew his load at Loki’s comment but attempted to nod an answer but Loki wouldn’t let him, instead he began to thrust harder into his husband's mouth while matching the pace of his fist on Bruce’s cock. Loki threw his head back, and ground out “I am going to cum soon, and I expect you to swallow my seed, every drop.” He dropped his head and settled his gaze on his husband who answered with a mewl, closing his eyes. Loki tightened his grip on Bruce’s hair and shook him. “No, open your eyes - I want you to look at me.”
Bruce did and his eyes locked onto Loki’s - the moment he did his mouth began to fill with the bitter salty tang of Loki’s cum. He worked his throat open, slurping and gulping down Loki’s release. He made sure that his eyes never left Loki’s face, and melted at the look of pure joy and love found in his husband's eyes. With one final thrust, Loki came to completion and pulled his cock from his husband's mouth. He began to pump Bruce’s cock faster. Bruce’s eyes opened wide as he threw his head back and let out a loud, unabashed moan. Loki leaned forward and whispered harshly in his ear, “Come for me, Bruce.”
“Yes Loki,” Bruce hissed as he started to climax. He fought to keep his eyes open but in the end his eyes screwed shut as he started to climax. His body arched, his head tilted back and hot seamen shot out onto Loki’s hand and across his stomach. When it was over, Loki let go of Bruce’s softening member, and Bruce collapsed against Loki’s leg. Loki brought his cum covered fingers to Bruce’s mouth, rolling his head up, he sucked each finger clean causing Loki’s cock to twitch and let out a filthy moan. After his hand was clean, Loki gently grabbed his husband by his upper arms and brought him into his lap. Giving him one final kiss before he zipped both of them up.
They snuggled on the couch, fighting the urge to sleep when a knock came on the door before Nathasia unlocked it saying, “For the love of God can you two please keep it down in here? I will not have us shut down by the city because my boss is a horny teenager who can’t keep it in his pants!”
Loki smirked, “You’re just jealous.”
Natasha rolled her eyes, “I am most assuredly not. Now, you two can leave since we’re almost closed and besides you’re worthless to me anyhow being as blissed out as you are. I heard from Bucky that he is proposing tonight at your house during your double date. So get your asses home and make the best damned romantic dinner possible for those two lovebirds.” Loki gave her a mock salute while Bruce buried his head in Loki’s neck, mortified at once again being caught having sex with Loki in the cafe. Natasha closed the door, allowing Bruce to let out a dismayed groan, “My god Loki, what is it about this cafe that makes me so goddamn horny?”
“I don’t know,” Loki replied, “But I love reaping all the benefits.” With a final, firm squeeze to Bruce’s ass, Loki began to button up his shirt. A couple hours later, found the two placing the final touches to the meal and the table. As Loki placed the main dish in the oven to stay warm, he turned to hop up and sit on the counter, watching Bruce as he finished setting the table. “Did I screw it up?” Bruce asked, turning his head over his shoulder to look at Loki.
“No,” Loki murmured, “I just wanted to ask you something and I am unsure how.”
Bruce, with his eyebrows drawn together in concern, walked over to Loki and stood between his legs. “What is it, baby? You know you don’t ever have to be afraid to speak your mind.”
Loki smiled, as he brought his hand up to Bruce’s cheek and began to stroke it. Bruce leaned into the affection while one eyebrow went up, “Well?”
“I want to have a baby Bruce.”
Bruce’s body went rigid as he backed away. “Why Loki? You already have Hel. Why do you want another baby?”
Loki gave a bitter laugh, “Do you want to hear the story of how Hel became my daughter?” Bruce slowly nodded his head, unsure of where this was going. Loki continued, “A couple millennia ago my father wanted to conquer a neighboring planet but he decided it wasn’t worth wasting the millions of men in his army to do so. Instead he offered as a sacrificial lamb his adopted son to marry the emperor of the planet’s daughter. He couldn’t waste Thor on her since they were a smaller planet but it didn’t matter to the emperor - I was a prince and none of his people would have to die. So, I married her in a grand ceremony where almost a thousand people attended and billions watched on huge screens across the planet. That night, in order for the marriage to be made official we had to consummate the wedding and three witnesses had to be in attendance. Odin was one, the religious man who married us, and the Emperor. As we were in the midst of consummation, I happened to see my father.” At this point in the story, Loki shuddered. Bruce couldn’t help himself, he went back to stand between Loki’s legs and took his hand to give comfort.
“Bruce, I have never been attracted to women but I was gentle because I knew if we didn’t proceed she would be punished more harshly than I was. But as I looked at my father, he was rubbing himself through his pants. Then took himself out and started to stroke himself to completion as we ourselves completed the act. The other two men had the decency to stay by the door and didn't even look at us. They were ashamed to be there. Unbeknownst to either of us she conceived that night. My father, not content with his own wife, took mine against her will multiple times. I tried to protect her but Odin threatened he would kill her and the child she bore as well as her entire planet if I tried to intercede.”
Loki broke down and started to sob uncontrollably. Bruce picked him up and carried him to their bed where they laid down until Loki could control himself. “What happened next baby?” Bruce asked quietly as he rubbed soothing patterns on Loki’s back.
“Nine months later she bore a child. I was forced to stay outside the room and couldn’t offer any help or support to her as she screamed in agony. She died Bruce, she died in childbirth. The AllFather let her die. She was my friend, Bruce. I loved her like a friend and mourned her loss. For the next two years I was allowed to be with and raise my daughter. But, at two years my father took her from me and no longer allowed me to raise her or be near her. He threatened to kill her if I tried to take her away. It was only in the last millennia or so that we had any sort of contact or relationship as fucked up as that was until recently. It was hard, at first, to look at Hel because each time I did I saw her mother and was reminded of my absolute failure. ”
Bruce continued to comfort his husband, while he processed what he had said. He gave a gentle kiss to Loki’s forehead, and put two fingers gently under his chin to force Bruce to look at him. “Loki, I am at a loss for words. I truly don’t know what to say at the absolute horror and trauma that you experienced at the hands of your father. Having said that, that is no reason to bring a child into the world. To try and fix a trauma - that isn’t healthy or right for you or the child, nor is it fair.”
Loki took a deep breath, and sat up. “I need a moment to compose myself before I can complete this conversation.” Loki went to take a cold shower and placed various lotions on to help reduce the swelling that came with tears. He came back to their bedroom to find Bruce sitting on their large chair. Lok sat down at his feet, resting his head against Brue’s knee. Bruce’s hand automatically went to Loki’s hair and began to caress him. “I’ve thought about this for months now Bruce, I don’t want a child to replace Hel or to make up for what I couldn’t have with her. I want a child with you Bruce, honestly the thought of not having a miniature version of you in the world breaks my heart. Not to have your genius and compassion passed on would be a loss to the world Bruce.”
“Oh Loki, I could never be selfish enough to bring a child into the world. I would only pass on the fucked up part of my self. What would happen if I were to pass on Hulk? Or what if I were to become like my father? No Loki I can’t.”
At that Loki stood, with fury in his eyes and anger tensing every muscle in his body, he raged at Bruce. “How fucking dare you?” he hissed, “What right do you have to think so little of yourself? The Hulk protected you for years! He would never hurt a child of yours! Bruce you are not your fucking father.” Loki’s face was red with fury and he was trembling with rage. “I can’t even vocalize how fucked up what you just said was or how wrong you are. Now, Bucky and Steve are coming here in about 20 minutes. Stay out of my sight till then so I can calm down.”
Twenty five minutes later the doorbell rang and Loki was the epitome of a perfect host. Bruce smiled but remained quiet as he stewed over the story Loki had told him and the ensuing conversation. He was brought back out of his thoughts when he heard Loki say, “Why don’t you two bring your glasses of wine outside and I’ll prepare dessert?” The two men agreed and Bruce said softly, “Very smooth baby.” Loki gave him a small, tense smile as he cleared the dishes. A few minutes later he brought out baklava and placed it on the table. Bruce looked confused for a brief moment, “I thought you had to prepare dessert?”
Loki rolled his eyes, “That was an excuse to give our two lovebirds a moment to be alone and hopefully pop the question. They don’t need us out there to be an audience. For a man who holds seven P.h.Ds you aren’t very bright.” There was no heat behind the words and Loki gave a gentle kiss before continuing, “It looks like they are still trying to gain courage so while we wait I decided we need to go to couples therapy,” at this Bruce began to speak but Loki held up his hand. “It isn’t because you disagreed with me, in fact it was because you did. I realized we both have some deep rooted trauma around the idea of parenthood that we need to process. So, tomorrow I will contact Eir for us to go to couples therapy. No, it is not to convince you to have a child. I refuse to manipulate you like my father did to everyone around him. We need to fix this - together.” Loki leaned in to give him a chaste kiss before he looked out at the two men outside who were both getting down on their knees at the same time. “Showtime!” Loki giggled.
Of course both men said yes and Loki brought out the champagne to celebrate. “Of course I am going to cater the wedding,” Loki stated. Bucky and Steve gave each other a look before Bucky started to talk. “We really don’t want a wedding, in fact we will probably elope and get married in Southern California then we will hop over the border for a honeymoon in Mexico. We both have been in the public eye for so long we don’t need paparazzi showing up or our love life dissected by social media and the news. We want it quiet but we would love for you two and Natashia to be witnesses.”
“We would be honored,” Bruce responded, then Loki started to laugh and with tears rolling down his eyes said, “Oh my God can you imagine Tony’s reaction?! He’s going to fucking loose it!”
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For several months, Loki and Bruce went to couples counseling, as well as individual sessions to work through the trauma that life had seen fit to give them. As Loki sat at his desk at Ottalauss, he paused and turned to look at Bruce, reflecting on how his life had changed for the better because of the man sitting next to him. While continuing to look at the document in front of him, Bruce reached out and took Loki’s hand. “What are you thinking about, baby?”
Loki squeezed his hand before responding, “How much I love you, and how much you’ve helped me. When I think about who I was when I came to Midgard to ask for your help, I could never have imagined this life for me. A life with the love of a wonderful man, work that I am proud of and two people who I consider best friends. ” Loki paused for a moment, “God Bruce you’ve turned me into a fucking Hallmark card. Are you proud of yourself?”
Bruce snorted, turned to face Loki and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “I love you so much Loki that it hurts. You are not the same man who Hulk tried to smash all those years ago. I didn’t realize it, but I was so tired of being strong for everyone. So tired of coming home to an empty house every night. I was so lonely. I had a fulfilling career but no personal life. No one cared if I got injured or sick. I was simply a brain that fixed a problem or a big green mass of muscles that could destroy at will. No one cared about me. ” Bruce stopped talking as overcome by emotions as tears came to his eyes. Loki placed a gentle kiss over each eye before bringing both men to the couch where he gathered Bruce into his arms and started rocking gently, waiting for Bruce to begin speaking again. Bruce placed a gentle kiss on the underside of Loki’s jaw before nuzzling into his neck. His voice broken and raw with emotion, Bruce continued quietly. “After our conversation all those months ago, I had to rediscover that I am not my father, that I may have darkness but it’s not his. I am a better man than he ever was because I refuse to give into that darkness. I choose to help and make the world around me better through my work in science and with the Avengers. I refuse to give into the darkness like my father did.” Looking up at Loki, he placed a hand on his cheek so that he was looking down at him, “But Loki you brought light to my life. You gave it new meaning that I never had before. You brought depth where I had none. If you ever left me I don’t know what I’d do.”
Loki gave him a deep, passionate kiss and they lost themselves for a moment before Loki pulled back. “Bruce, you will never lose me. I know you’re scared that if we decide not to have children that I will drop everything and leave you. That is categorically untrue. You are more than enough on your own. Please believe that darling. Our relationship is enough to make me perfectly happy until the end of time. I love you with a depth that words cannot adequately express. You are mine and I am yours.”
Bruce began to sob and bury himself closer into Loki. Loki gently tipped Bruce back against the sofa cushions and covered the man's body with his own. He arranged their bodies and adjusted his weight so that he pressed Bruce into the sofa but did not crush him, allowing Bruce’s thighs to bracket his hips. Loki brought his hands up to draw comforting patterns on his back, while occasionally kissing his head, allowing Bruce to calm himself and his tears to dry. When Bruce had calmed himself, Loki quietly asked, “Should we head home darling? Have a quiet night in, dinner and maybe a movie while we cuddle?”
Bruce gently untangled himself, brought both of them to the sitting position and turned so they faced each other fully. “That sounds lovely baby but before that, there was a purpose for what I said earlier, before the tears.”
Loki caressed Bruce’s face and responded, “There is no shame in tears, Bruce, there is no shame in emotion. You taught me that.”
Bruce brought his hand up to cover Loki’s, “I did, baby, and you are correct. I was thinking about the conversation we had months ago that led to our therapy. Deep down I knew this but I was too scared to admit it. I do want a child Loki. I do want to raise them in a happy home that knows nothing of abuse or cruelty. I know I am not my father but I merely used that as an excuse to turn you away and shut you down. It took talking about it with Eir to help me realize and admit this. I want your child Loki. I want to raise your child.”
Now it was Loki who shed tears as he leaned forward to give his husband a kiss, “You are sure about this Bruce? I am not pressuring you too much?” Bruce kissed his tears away before responding, “No, baby, you’re not. I want us to have a child.” The men snuggled together and sat for a time soaking in their life changing decision in the quiet of Loki’s office. Their silence was disturbed when a knock came at the door, “Hey boss?” Bucky asked through the door, “Everything is closed up out here, is it okay if I come in or are you two at it again?”
“Come on in Bucky! Don’t worry you won’t get a show.” Bucky came in with a smile as brought the till to put into the safe, causing the two men on the coach to get up and begin to pack up for home. As Bucky was about to walk back out the door, he turned to face the pair, “Is everything okay with you two?” The men nodded, and Loki said, “We decided to have a child.” Bucky’s face lit up with a smile that nearly split his face in two as he came over to bring the two men into a bone crushing hug. As he pulled back, he congratulated them before turning to leave, promising to keep it a secret until they wanted it made public. Loki, with a smile of his own, turned to Bruce, “Let's go home and celebrate shall we?”
That night, as they lay in bed with Loki’s head resting on Bruce’s chest, Bruce asked, “So, how do we want to go about this? Who do we want to be our surrogate? When do we want to start?”
Loki took a deep breath before he sat up to face Bruce. He opened and shut his mouth several times but couldn't seem to find the words. Eventually, he took a hold of Bruce’s hand, interlocked their fingers, took a deep breath and began to speak. “Although I’ve had full use of my powers here on Midgard for close to two years I don’t use them to the full extent possible, not nearly.” Here he looked down, terrified that what he said next might destroy their relationship. Still not making eye contact, Loki continued, “What I am trying to say is, I can change form, I can become female.”
Bruce tugged at his hand forcing Loki to look at him. And with a voice filled with wonder said, “Baby, that's the most beautiful and wonderful thing! I will get to see you swell with our child. Your body will change in order to grow and feed them. Oh my God Loki!” At this Bruce pulled Loki into a bone crushing hug, “You are so beautiful my love!”
“You're not repulsed at me changing form? Having to have sex with a female?” Loki asked, his voice muffled as he was still in Bruce’s embrace.
Bruce sat back so he could look Loki in the eye. “Baby, I love you for you! For your heart, soul and mind. The fact that you can change your body to grow our child amazes me! I will be having sex with my husband, Loki, the person I love with all my being. The fact that you changed your body does not change who I’m making love to.” Loki let out a small sob as he buried his face into Bruce’s neck, the relief at not being rejected turning his body weak with relief.
“Oh my baby. My gentle, gentle Loki. I will always love you No matter the form.”
Loki let out a muffled laugh as he said, “I’ll hold you to that when I am swollen like a whale from carrying our child!”
The couple decided to start trying right away but before Loki changed his form, they thought it would be wise to inform Natashia and Bucky of their plans, as well as Loki’s impending change. They knew that Bucky would tell Steve but they trusted the three of them to keep this information to themselves until Bruce would announce it to the Avengers. A few nights later, Natasha and Bucky were at Bruce and Loki’s apartment for dinner so they could make the announcement. They two sat gobsmacked for a moment before they began to speak. “First of all,” Natasha said, “I’m pissed that metal arm over here found out about baby Banner before I did. Second, do the two of us get to be godparents?”
Bruce and Loki looked at each other, before Loki turned and said “We would be honored if the two of you would be godparents. Although at the rate you and Hel are going you’ll be Auntie Natashia.” Natasha blushed a furious red, causing Loki to giggle.
“Bucky, are you sure Steve won’t mind?” Bucky thought for a moment before responding, “I don’t see why he would but I’ll discuss it with him tonight.”
Loki nodded, and bit his lip before asking, “It doesn’t freak you out that I can change form at will?” Both Natasha and Bucky shook their heads before vocalizing their support of Loki, and how it wouldn’t change their perspective of him in the least.
“Considering your ability to change form, I’m surprised Tony Stark didn’t bring you into the Avengers fold,” Bucky said.
Loki snorted, “He still thinks I’ve bewitched Bruce somehow and I am not to be trusted. If it were up to him, he would ship me back to Asgard to be put in prison from now until Ragnarok.”
Natahsa shook her head slowly, “I don’t get Tony. I don’t get his aversion and refusal to accept your relationship. The only thing I can think of is that he expected Bruce to be at his beck and call forever, and I think in his own way he loved Bruce.”
Bruce’s mouth hung open in shock at this revelation, “Do you really think so? No, I can’t believe it!”
Loki took Bruce’s hand, nodding. “Actually, what Natahsa says makes a lot of sense Bruce. It explains his hostility and what happened the night he came to Ottalauss. Now that I look back on it as well I can see that he could absolutely be in love with you and refuse to admit it.” Bruce shook his head in disbelief.
“Enough of that douche,” Bucky declared. “When are you two going to start trying for baby Banner?” he asked with a wicked glint to his eye.
Loki, pretending to be offended, “Bucky! I didn’t know you had it in you! Having the golden boy in you seems to have loosened you up a bit.”
Bruce smacked Loki on his arm, “What have I told you about embarrassing Bucky?!” Loki laughed while Bucky shook his head, no longer surprised at what came out of the boss's mouth.
“In all seriousness,” Loki responded, “We were thinking of starting right away.”
Natahsa wiggled her eyebrows, “Okay then, we know when we’re not wanted!” She got up to clear her dishes, grabbing Bucky’s along the way.
Now it was Bruce’s turn to have his face turn a furious shade of red, “Oh my god Natasha, you’re just as bad as Loki! Get back over here, I absolutely refuse to eat the delectable dessert he made all by myself.”
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Loki stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes roaming over the body he had inhabited for the past two weeks. A body with curves and softness where there had been hard flatness and angles. His eyes focused on the laced covered breasts and downward to his cunt as he pulled up his black lacy panties. He felt well acclimated to his female form, although there were moments when he missed his male form. What was most concerning to him was Bruce’s seeming lack of interest in him sexually. Sure they had been a few times where they had made out like randy teenagers or Bruce had affectionately slapped him on the ass but nothing more…did Bruce not find him attractive as a female? Did Bruce not want children anymore? If Bruce didn’t touch him, how would he conceive? His mind was swirling with self doubt as he pulled on his navy blue wrap around dress that accentuates his curves. Loki was so lost in thought that he failed to notice Bruce coming up behind him, sliding his arms around Loki’s waist and nuzzling his neck and kissing up to and behind Loki’s ear. “What's the matter baby?” he murmured.
Loki turned around so he was facing Bruce and put his arms around his neck. “Do I repulse you Bruce? Besides kissing, you haven’t touched me in two weeks. Do you not want a baby anymore?”
Bruce pulled back, a shocked look on his face, “Is that really what you think baby?” Loki nodded, ashamed and kept his eyes on the floor. Bruce gently placed three fingers underneath Loki’s chin, forcing him to look into Bruce’s eyes. “Do you know how hard it has been to not fuck you into the matress? My God Loki, I have failed you spectacularly if that is what you truly think. I was trying to give you space so you could adjust to your new body.”
At this, tears started to roll down Loki’s face as he tremblingly said, “Really? I thought you hated my body.”
Bruce gently kissed Loki’s tear away, as he murmured, “We don’t have too much time before we need to leave for our double date but can I show you just a little bit of how much I love you and your body?” Loki nodded. Bruce took Loki’s hand and gently led him to the large chair in the corner of their room. Before they sat, he commanded Loki to strip. When he had done so, Bruce sat and pulled Loki on top of him, “Kiss me baby” he rasped. Loki straddled his lap, while Bruce’s hands automatically went to Loki’s hips as he looked up into Loki’s eyes filled with lust and love for him. Loki leaned over and began to kiss his lips with all the passion he could not speak, his tongue going along the seam of Bruce’s mouth begging for entrance, he complied, moaning as their tongues began to do a slow dance of passion.
Bruce’s hands explored Loki’s body, starting with the pert globes of his ass which he squeezed gently, Loki sighed in appreciation and started to slowly rotate his hips. Bruce’s hands continued their journey upwards, pausing at his curvy hips as he helped Loki to grind against his growing erection. Loki tipped his head back as he moaned Bruce’s name. As Bruce watched Loki grind against him, moaning and whimpering, his hands continued their journey northward towards Loki’s full breasts and as he felt his husbands soaking folds through his pants he began to lose control. Bruce sat up straighter, adjusting the angle of his upward thrusts and Loki’s grinding, he bent forward. While his hands massaged Loki’s breasts, he began to lather his collar bones in kisses, slowly making his way down to Loki’s right nipple, which he took into his mouth and began to gently suck, while his left hand rolled and played with Loki’s left nipple. Loki let out a small gasp then a filthy moan as he began to ride Bruce harder. Bruce came off his nipple with a pop, and in a husky voice said, “I can’t leave your other breast unattended, now can I?” In a strained voice Loki begged, “Please,Bruce, please I am so close!”
“Not yet baby, not yet.” Bruce stood up, causing Loki’s legs to wrap around Bruce’s waist. “I am going to make you cum so hard with my tongue and fingers you will be seeing stars,” Bruce growled as he placed Loki on their bed. Loki moaned as his hips bucked trying to gain some friction, Bruce could see Loki’s glistening folds, wet with anticipation. With a predatory smile, he knelt down so he was level with Loki's dripping pussy and then licked a stripe up his cunt. Bruce hummed in appreciation at how good he tasted. He then proceed to enclose the bundle of nerves with his lips and applying the tiniest amount of suction, he switched between licking and sucking in a constant pattern, smiling as he heard his husbands moan and felt him buck against his face, begging for more both with his body and breathy moans. Bruce grinned, as he continued his work on his husband's clit he slowly inserted his fingers into Loki’s wet and willing pussy loving the sounds his husband was making. As he continued to pleasure his husband, he found himself unable to ignore his throbbing erection and like some horny teenager he found himself grinding against the mattress seeking his release. Loki’s walls began to flutter around his fingers and he knew his husband was close. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth, and as he drank in Loki’s cum, he chased his own release. Bruce sat back on his haunches, grinning like a cat that got the cream,wiping his mouth as he climbed up onto the bed by his husband. “That’s just the beginning, baby,” Bruce growled into Loki’s ear as he gathered him in his arms. They two men lay there for several minutes before Bruce smacked Loki’s ass, “Time to get dressed baby but no underwear, I want to be able to finger you while we’re at dinner.” Loki moaned as he leaned in to give Bruce a final, filthy kiss before getting up to get redressed.
By the middle of dinner with Steve and Bucky, Loki had started to shift in his seat. Unfortunately, he had let his mind wander to the pre-dinner activities he and Burce had engaged in and it had started to make his pussy wet. Suddenly, Loki felt Bruce’s hand on his thigh, and Loki looked at him. Bruce was talking to Steve about their last mission but his hand crept up Loki’s thigh and snuck under Loki's dress. Loki tried to hold Bruce back by placing his hand on top of Bruce’s and giving it a tug but Bruce was having none of it. Loki concentrated on breathing evenly and on the delicious food in front of him while trying to push his bottom back a bit, his bare skin scraping against the chair.
Loki cleared his throat and took a sip of wine, almost coughing it out when Bruce’s fingertips brushed over Loki’s folds. “You okay?” Bucky asked. “Fine,” Loki replied horsley, “Just swallowed wrong.” Bucky gave him a skeptical look before rejoining the conversation. Loki looked over to Bruce again but he kept the conversation going. Loki narrowed his eyes at his husband who maintained an innocent facade. Bruce increased the pressure on Loki’s thigh, wanting Loki to part them for him. Loki refused to comply, causing Bruce to pinch him and Loki to almost cry out. Knowing when he was beaten, Loki parted his legs a little - just enough for Bruce to explore his aching cunt. Bruce’s fingers trailed along the center of his folds and rubbed against Loki’s clit, all the while talking and eating with Steve and Bucky, as if nothing was happening.
Bruce massaged Loki’s clit, his fingers ghosting over Loki’s heat. Bruce didn’t rush but Loki began to feel his orgasm building. Gripping at Bruce’s arm under the table, he dug his fingers into Bruce’s flesh while he continued to draw circles on Loki’s clit, ever so lightly. Loki decided to rest his head on Bruce’s shoulder, causing Bruce to look at him.
“You okay, baby? Headache?” Bruce asked before placing a kiss on Loki’s head.
“Just feeling a bit flushed,” Loki responded quietly. Bruce cupped Loki’s face with his freehand while his oher was still drawing steady circles on Loki’s clit, spreading slick around for greater pleasure. He leaned in, his mouth ghosting at Loki’s ear. “Now,” he murmured. Loki came hard but remained silent, biting down on his lips so hard he almost drew blood as he drenched Bruce’s fingers in his juice. “We’ll get some fresh air after dinner baby, can’t be rude,” Bruce said, as he kissed Loki’s temple.
“You two are cloyingly sweet,” Bucky said, “Knock it off.” Steve gave Bucky a look before saying, “I hope we can stay that cute.” Bucky softened immediately and gave his husband a kiss.
“Now look who’s being cute?” Loki said, a smirk on his face causing both Steve and Bucky to blush. When the conversation returned to normal, Bruce rubbed his hand in Loki’s juice and straightened his dress into place. Bruce discreetly cleaned his fingers while looking Loki straight in the eye before continuing with his food.
The rest of the dinner went off without a hitch and as they parted ways Bruce leaned down, whispering, “You’ve been so good baby, you deserve a reward.” As soon as the front door closed, Bruce pressed Loki against the wall and bent down to kiss Loki to which Loki responded with the same hunger , his tongue bumping against Bruce’s teeth as he explored Loki’s mouth. Bruce abruptly stopped kissing Loki, panting harshly as his lips began to travel down Loki’s jaw and came to nibble at his ear. Loki could feel Bruce grinding his erection against his stomach and let out a moan.
“I think it’s time for my dessert,” Bruce panted in Loki’s ear. Loki knew if he wasn’t careful, he would be standing in a pool of his own slick. Bruce grabbed Loki by the back of his neck and pulled him in for an open mouth kiss before turning Loki around and bending him over the entryway table one hand holding him down while the other tugged away at his belt and he began to pull out his cock.
“Bruce,” Loki whined, “I’ve been waiting for your cock all night! Hurry damnit!”
“Don’t need to tell me twice, baby. I’ve been wanting you all night,” Bruce growled, his fingers wrapping around his shaft as he pumped and lined up at Loki’s entrance. Instead of sliding in, he toyed with it, coating the tip of his cock with Loki’s slick and rubbing it against his pussy, drawing soft mewls from Loki.
“You are such a fucking tease Bruce! I don’t know how long I can take this!” Bruce chuckled as he continued his ministrations.
“BRUCE GOD DAMMIT!” Loki shouted.
“Baby, tell me what you want.”
“You, Bruce! I want you!”
“What do you want me to do baby?”
“Fuck me Bruce! I want you to fill me so much I can’t move! Fill my pussy with your cum! Please Bruce!” Bruce didn’t need to be asked twice, and slid home, bottoming out in one move.
“You like that baby? My big cock filling you up?” Burce grunted as he started to pump inside of Loki, one hand on his neck holding a handful of Loki’s hair and pulled his face up to look at him through the mirror over the table. The other hand slapping down on Loki’s ass. Hard. “Look at me!” Bruce commanded, “Look at me filling you up so you can carry our child!”
Loki moaned and stuttered, “Y-yes B-Bruce. S-o g-good,”
“You feel so good baby, so fucking good,” Bruce panted.
“I'm so full Bruce, so full!” Loki moaned, not sure how much more he could take.
“Love how your pussy takes my cock so well. So. Fucking. Tight.” Bruce moaned between thrusts. As soon as he had hit the next stroke he moved out of Loki, turning and lifting him up, pushing him against the wall, his hands firmly gripping Loki’s thighs to hold him up. In one swift motion, he was back inside of Loki, filling him up to the hilt. He kissed Loki’s jawline and neck while thrusting into Loki. “Look in the mirror,” Bruce growled. Loki quickly shook his head, “No Bruce.”
Burce gave a quick slap to Loki’s ass before stating, “You will or I’ll stop.” Loki looked at Bruce with panic in his eyes before he looked in the mirror and Bruce slammed back into him. Watching himself in the mirror, he finally saw what Bruce saw every time they made love. His face was flushed all shades of pink, his eyes beginning to glaze over as he nails began to dig into Bruce’s back, as his own back arched as his orgasim started to roll over his body.
Feeling Loki’s walls tighten around him, Bruce let himself go, burying his head in the crock of Loki’s neck and breathing heavily. After a moment, Bruce looked up at Loki and smirked, “Ready for round two?” Loki simply nodded as Burce carried him into their bedroom.
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“You’re glowing,” Natasha stated, “Are you pregnant?” Loki blushed, “I honestly don’t know. Burce and I have been going at it like bunnies but I’ve been too scared to check.”
Natasha raised an eyebrow, “Seriously, the man who tried to conquer New York, the God of Mischief and Mayhem, the man who completely turned his life around because he was tired of who he was, is scared of an itty bitty test? Coward.”
He blanched at the accusation, “You sound an awful lot like my daughter and you really think I am a coward?”
Natahsa finished the order she was working on and handed it over to the customer before coming to stand by Loki’s side nudging his shoulder, “Well your daughter has rubbed off on me quite a bit.” Loki shuddered at this and put his hands up, in a silent plea begging not to hear about his daughter's sex life. Natasha giggled before continuing, “I’m sorry Loki, I don’t think you're a coward I was just trying to nudge you to take the test.”
“I do seem to be a bit more sensitive lately, maybe that’s an indicator of something?”
Natasha shrugged, “Let's go buy a pregnancy test and find out.”
Loki simply stared at her, “Seriously, Natasha? You think I can’t simply do a test on myself? The person who changed their sex at will so they could carry their husband's baby? I would never degrade myself to pee on a stick.”
“Well excuse me! It’s good enough for the several billion women on this planet, I thought it would be good enough for you.”
“You were wrong,” Loki stated, “and while you were blathering on I did the test.” Natsha stared at him, waiting. He whispered, as if he couldn’t quite believe it, “I’m pregnant Natasha.”
Natasha let out a squeal of delight that startled several patrons and brought Loki into a bone crushing hug, “Oh my god Loki, congratulations. You are going to be a wonderful parent!”
“Do you really think so?” Loki asked, all his insecurities rushing to the forefront.
Natasha nodded vigorously, “You and Bruce will be beyond wonderful! You two are so ready for this plus the little Banner will have one hell of an older sister,” Loki snorted at the pun, “and me as well as Bucky. They will be so loved!”
Loki took a deep steadying breath and wiped the tears away, “Thanks, would you mind if I left early? I want to prepare something special to tell Bruce.”
“As if you even had to ask. Go get ‘em boss and again congratulations!” Loki squeezed her hand in appreciation and then hurried home. He made Bruce’s favorite meal of palak paneer and naan with a bottle of chilled Sauvignon Blanc. He had put the finishing touches on the meal and was waiting anxiously for Bruce to come home. He was pacing the living room, with Steven close at his heels sensing his nerves, when the front door opened. Loki raced to the door and gave Bruce a hug and a kiss that quickly deepened into something more. Bruce pulled away panting, “Well, happy Monday to you too!” and gave Loki an affectionate slap on the ass before putting away his things.
Loki dragged him into the dinning area and led Bruce to his seat, then served him his meal before sitting down. Bruce began to eat and let out a sigh of contentment at the first bite. They ate in contented silence for a while before Bruce spoke, “Loki, why aren’t you having some of the wine? It’s delicious!”
He put down his fork and came to sit in Bruce’s lap. “Bruce, I’m pregnant. Natahsa made fun of me at work today saying I had a glow about me so I did a check …and I am about six weeks along.”
“My God,” Bruce responded in awe as his hand came to cover Loki’s abdominal area, “we’re going to be fathers. You are the most splendid being Loki.” He leaned in to give him a gentle kiss before pulling back.
“You won’t be able to feel anything until sixteen weeks and I probably won’t start showing for another six weeks.”
“Well, aren't you an expert ?” Bruce laughed.
Loki shrugged his shoulders, “I had some time to research before you got home.” Loki cuddled into Bruce, not caring that the meal was going cold and nuzzled into his neck. “Do you realize,” Loki asked, “that it means we conceived the night I was doubting my appeal to you as a woman, that I was doubting that you wanted to have a child with me.”
Bruce gently kissed him, murmuring, “Oh baby, I love you so and I am so ashamed that you felt so neglected.”
Loki gave a heated kiss in return, with tongues clashing for dominance before Loki pulled back to look into Bruce's face, gently stroking his cheeks. “I think you more than made up for it,” he grinned. In a more serious tone he continued, “It was a moment of doubt. You have always made me feel so loved.”
“I love you more than words can express, baby,” Bruce replied as he pulled Loki in for a more passionate kiss. Loki draped his arms around Bruce’s neck, returning his kiss, his breath hitching as he felt Bruce’s cock start to swell under his thigh. Loki took the chance to slip his tongue into Bruce's mouth, caressing him softly with his own and causing Bruce to moan into his mouth. Bruce was getting hard, and fast.
“Take me to bed,” Loki moaned. Bruce picked him up and swiftly made their way to the bedroom. Still holding Loki in his arms, he sat against the headboard and adjusted Loki on his lap so that his breasts were directly in Bruce’s face, just the right height for him to worship with his mouth. He helped Loki take off his shirt, while murmuring “Baby, tell me if you want me to stop.”
“Don’t you dare stop!” Loki demanded as he brought his hands to rest on his husbands shoulders. Bruce softly kisses Loki’s sternum, feeling his heart beating underneath, before trailing his mouth up and across Loki’s right breast, making sure to keep his kisses soft and wet. Loki shivered as Bruce’s breath skimmed across his skin and Loki bit his lip, trying to stay quiet. Bruce noticed and gave Loki two quick, hard slaps on his ass. “Don’t you dare hold back on me baby!”
Bruce was rewarded when a beautiful moan escaped Loki’s throat as Bruce’s hands moved to cup his breasts and Bruce’s thumbs brushed against his sensitive nipples, making them harder. Bruce gauged Loki’s reaction as he placed a soft kiss on each breast before snaking his tongue out to swirl around the nipple, while his thumb played with the other. Loki was no longer in control of the sounds he made as moans escaped him, increasing in intensity with each tweak of the nipple and swirl of the tongue. Bruce brought his right hand down to the small of Loki’s back, and pulled him closer as he wrapped his lips around the nipple and sucked softly causing Loki to whine in pleasure. Loki carded his fingers through Bruce’s hair, scratching his scalp and causing Bruce to hum against Loki’s skin. Bruce switched to give equal attention to the other breast, and Loki could feel himself becoming wet, his eager walls clenching around nothing, aching to be filled by him.
“Bruce,” he whined, “ I need you.”
“Patience, baby,” Bruce purred against his breast, “You need to be ready first.” Loki felt his body grow hotter as he was led to sit on the side of their bed. Bruce unzipped Loki’s jeans, pulling them and his underwear down in one swift motion and tossing them to the side. He quickly removed his own pants before he spread Loki’s legs and exposed his wet core to him. Bruce lightly trailed his fingers along the insides of Loki’s thighs, watching as he bit his lip in pleasure.
“Don’t be shy, baby,” Bruce said as he moved closer and lowered his mouth to his dripping folds. He chuckled as he felt Loki’s walls clench and placed a gentle kiss on his clit before licking a strip from entrance to clit, making him moan and throw his head back in pleasure. Bruce was now painfully hard, his cock straining against his thigh but he resisted the urge to touch himself. This was his very small way of thanking Loki for carrying their child.
“You taste divine baby,” he purred into Loki’s folds as continued to worship Loki’s cunt with his mouth. He savored every little gasp and moan Loki made. He could tell Loki was getting close when his legs began to shake and his knuckles began to turn white from gripping the sheets so hard. Soon, Loki was tipped over the edge, his hips bucking into Bruce’s face as he continued to lick and suck his clit while Loki rode out his climax. Bruce licked up every last drop of Loki’s cum, swallowing it all before diving in for more. Loki slid off the side of their bed and back into Bruce’s lap, immediately catching Bruce’s lips in his, tasting himself on Bruce’s mouth and grinding his core against Bruce’s hard cock. Bruce grasped Loki’s ass with both hands, kneading his soft flesh as Loki’s wet cunt glided across his cock, and moaned into his mouth.
“Oh baby, you’re so eager. Do you know how beautiful you are? Your body is creating our child. You are perfect.” Loki, with tears in his eyes kissed Bruce, before resting his forehead on his.
“Bruce,” he whispered, “I am so proud to be your husband and honored that you let me carry your child. I trust you with everything that I am.” With that Loki took Bruce’s hard cock in hand, stroking him a few times, causing Bruce to sigh in pleasure before guiding the tip of Bruce’s cock to his entrance and slowly sinking down. His warm core swallowed Bruce’s shaft with ease causing both men to moan. Once his ass rested on Bruce’s thighs his cock fully sheathed in his cunt, he rested his forehead on Bruce’s and started to move his hips, grinding slowly against Bruce.
“Bruce, you and this child are everything to me,” Loki breathed, “Everything.” Bruce, so overcome with pleasure and emotion, that all he could do was moan Loki’s name against his mouth before bringing Loki into a searing kiss. Loki’s hands were planted firmly on Bruce’s shoulders, and he set a steady pace, lifting himself up and down, Bruce’s cock sliding in and out of him. He watched Bruce’s face intently, a blush creeping over Bruce’s face and Bruce’s lips were slightly parted, his tongue darting out to wet them as he let out breathy moans. Loki’s breasts bounced dangerously close to Bruce’s face, just close enough for him to capture one of his nipples again in his warm mouth. Loki was getting close and began to feel himself clenching around Bruce’s hard, throbbing length, his movements faltering as his orgasim rapidly approached. He dropped his hips to meet Bruce’s and began to grind against him, mouth hanging open as ragged breaths flew out of his mouth.
“Are you going to cum, baby?” Bruce murmured as his fingers slid across Loki’s hips to his cunt, teasing his clit with tight little circles.
“Yesss,” Loki hissed, “Please, Bruce, make me cum!”
“You don’t have to beg, baby,” he purred as he thrust his hips up into Loki, making sure the head of his cock was hitting his sweet spot. Loki’s fingers dug into Bruce’s shoulders as his nerves wound tighter and finally threw his head back as he reached climax. His cunt squeezed around Bruce, triggering Bruce’s own climax. Bruce’s thrusts stuttered as his hot seed spilled deep inside Loki’s cunt, his vision going white from pleasure. Bruce hummed in contentment as he pulled both of them onto their bed, sweetly kissing Loki as he pulled the covers over them. Loki cradled his jaw and returned his kiss before lying down on Bruce’s chest to listen to the steady beat of his heart.
Bruce’s arms encircled Loki’s waist as they laid there in contented silence. “We’re going to be parents,” Loki whispered in awe. Then with a trace of fear, he asked, “What if I’m utter shit at it Bruce? What if I turn into my father?” Loki started to spin out of control as he thought of all the ways he had messed up with Hel and the abuse he suffered at the hands of the All Father.
Bruce gave four hard slaps to Loki’s ass to stop him from spiraling before he spoke. “Loki, remember when you first brought up having a baby and I was the one who thought I would become my asshole of an abusive father? It took your love and months of therapy to remind me that I am not my father. Loki, you are not your father. You broke that cycle when you came to me for help. I broke that cycle when I made peace with the Hulk who was a symbol of my abuse as well as my protector. Don’t you see, baby? We are better men then our fathers will ever be. This baby that you are creating within you will only know love and acceptance. They will never fear for their life or be abused in any way.”
By the time Bruce finished, Loki was sobbing, his tears soaking Bruce’s chest. Bruce placed several gentle kisses on Loki’s head. “Let it all out baby, everything is going to be just fine.” After Loki had calmed, both men fell into a contended sleep.
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Loki leaned back in his chair, taking a moment's break from revisions on his second cookbook and stared out the window, rubbing his belly as he did so. He was about twenty weeks along and couldn’t be happier. He smiled at the memory of about twelve weeks in when he had discovered that his chest had become very tender and started to leak a little. Loki had been embarrassed that he had leaked some onto a couple of his shirts. Loki's smile grew a little wider as he remembered Bruce taking him into their closet, in front of their full length mirror. Bruce had run his hands up Loki's sides, then to his chest to knead the tender flesh around his nipples, causing a little liquid to come forth and Loki had let out a quiet moan. “I know they are a little sore and that you are a little self conscious Loki that your chest is growing and swelling but can’t you see how beautiful that is? Your body is preparing itself to feed our child - to provide all the nourishment they will need to survive.” Bruce again traced Loki’s chest and ran his fingers around the edges of his areolae and tracing over the nipples before covering Loki’s breasts with his hands. “Doesn’t that empower you?” he asked, “can you not see the beauty of your form and the beauty of their intended purpose?” Loki turned around in Bruce’s arms, his eyes full of love, and tears, as he met his husband's gaze. “I love you Bruce, more than words can express.” Bruce smiled and slowly lowered his hands so they spread over Loki’s ass and gave a gentle squeeze.
“You’re welcome. You will need to start wearing absorbent pads so you won't leak, alright?” Loki nodded, and snuggled further into Bruce’s embrace. They stood there for several minutes before Loki’s stomach growled causing Bruce to laugh as both men went to eat lunch.
Loki smiled at the memory as he rubbed his hand over his abdomen - he was showing but could still pass it off as love handles if he wanted; however, he was proud of his pregnancy and was not ashamed of how his body was growing to accommodate his baby. As Loki pondered the last few years he had spent on earth, he realized (and was proud of) how far he had come as a man and as a husband. He was grateful for this period in his life - being a chef, an author and restaurant owner but was looking forward to the next phase of his life, being a father. As he quietly sat, his hand still splayed over his growing stomach, he felt a kick. His child was moving! He quickly looked at his husband who was at his desk, working intently and quietly said, “Burce, come here! Quick!” Bruce quickly made his way to his spouse, with a panicked look on his face, clearly worried that something was wrong with Loki and their child. When he got to Loki's side, Loki murmured “Don’t worry the baby and I are fine - in fact more than fine. I just felt the baby move for the first time and I wanted you to come and feel the movement.” Loki took his husband's hand and guided it to his stomach. Bruce’s eyes widened and filled with tears as he felt his child move inside his husband. Bruce quickly wiped away his tears, muruming, “Baby, this is one of the happiest moments of my life.”
Loki smiled as he stroked Bruce’s cheek. “Bruce,” he said softly, “I can do a quick test right now to know their gender. I know that often people in Midgard do not wish to know what their child is until it is born…would you like to wait?”
Bruce pondered for a moment, did he want to know the gender of the baby? “Do you want to know?” Bruce asked.
Loki thought for a moment then nodded, “But I don’t mind waiting, if you don’t want to know.”
Bruce took a deep breath before whispering, “I want to know too.” Loki sat for a few moments, sitting in a trance like state as he reached to connect with the life growing within him. He slowly opened his eyes, and softly said, “We are having a baby girl, Burce.”
With tears in his eyes, Bruce put his hand over his child and said, “Hello little one! We are excited to see you and love you so much.” Loki placed his hand over Bruce’s and they sat contemplating the little girl that would soon join them.
“Bruce,” Loki said quietly, “I was thinking, what if we named our little girl after your mother?” Bruce, overcome with awe and wonder, simply nodded his head then nuzzled Loki’s abdominal region. “Hello Rebecca,” he murmured, “My beautiful daughter.” Loki carded Bruce’s hair as they sat for several minutes before Bucky and Natasha came through the door with the till and other paperwork for closing. They both stopped in their tracks as they looked at the picture of pure domesticity.
“Boss?” Bucky whispered, not wanting to disturb the scene in front of them. Loki slowly turned his head, his eyes blinking owlishly at the two standing in front of him, as if he were unwilling to leave the bubble that he and Bruce had created. “Boss,” Bucky repeated, “Is everything okay?”
Loki nodded, “More than okay. We were just meeting our daughter Rebecca Banner.”
Natasha gave a soft gasp, “A girl! How wonderful!”
“She’s moving, do you want to feel?” Natasha nodded and knelt down to feel as Bruce got up and stood behind Loki. Bucky stayed rooted to the spot, his eyes glazed over.
“You okay Bucky?” Bruce asked. Bucky nodded, “Just sad that Steve and I won’t have this chance to be pregnant and fathers.”
Natasha looked at him from her spot on the floor, “You know I would be honored to be a surrogate for you and the Captain if that's what you really want.”
“Really?” Bucky asked, voice thick with emotion. “Steve and I have been talking about it for a while but we just didn’t know who to talk to or trust.”
“You have me now,” Natasha said to Bucky while she stood and gave one final touch to Loki’s abdomen. “Congratulations you two, everything out front is locked up and put away. You two go home and enjoy tonight.” She leaned over and gave Loki a kiss on his forehead. She went to Bucky, linked arms with him, and began to walk away, bending his ear back about possibilities and timelines for Bucky and his husband.
Loki reached for Bruce’s hand, interlaced their fingers before looking up at him, “Shall we go home, Bruce?” Bruce nodded as he helped his husband up and they made their way home.
A couple months later found Loki sitting on an ottoman in their bathroom close to tears, as he gazed down at his swollen body. Bruce was in the other room reading one of the several books he had bought about becoming a first time parent. As the due date approached Loki had become more and more insecure about his body. His once slim belly was now swollen and had a web of stretch marks. Loki’s nipples were incredibly sore and had begun to leak as tears escaped from Loki’s eyes.
“Baby,” Bruce called with concern in his voice, “do you need help?”
Loki groaned as he stood with great effort, bracing himself on the counter as spots entered his vision. He took a deep breath before opening a bottle of salve to rub over his aching nipples with a sharp intake of breath. He groaned and let out a quiet curse as he heard Bruce approaching the bathroom. He hurriedly attempts to screw the led back on when the door opens abruptly. Loki gasps as his nipple leaked a bit of milk as it brushed against the jar.
Bruce came to stand in front of Loki, grasping his chin with his fingers and forcing him to look up. His face is filled with concern and worry. “Baby, why are you crying?” Bruce’s other arm slides along Loki’s belly, causing him to relax into Bruce’s arms. “Are you in pain?”
Tears fill Loki’s eyes again, “I am so sore Bruce.”
Bruce gently takes Loki’s hand and leads him to the bedroom, laying him against the headboard with pillows surrounding him. Bruce sits for several moments, just watching Loki sitting against the headboard while his hand rests gently on Loki’s swollen belly. “I’ll ask you once more, why were you crying?”
Loki shakes his head, lowering his head in shame. He couldn't tell Bruce, it would highlight his body and Loki’s vanity for caring about such a thing. Bruce’s fingers grasped Loki’s chin once more, harder than before. Bruce’s face is soft but his voice is stern. “Tell me baby,” Bruce commands.
Loki shivers, partly in arousal as he clenched his thighs tightly. “I look so horrible, Bruce,” he whispers, “Don’t try to deny it. I am so weak and fat.” Tears were now spilling down his cheeks.
Bruce seemed to break, his eyes filling with a fire that Loki had not seen in a while. “Baby,” he breathes, his voice filled with adoration. Bruce’s fingers dip down Loki’s stomach, tracing a line up the middle. “The swollen belly filled with my child, you mean? You think that doesn’t fill me with lust and desire every day?” His eyes darken as they rested on Loki’s leaking breasts. “The milk that fills your aching breasts? You don’t think I want to lay you on this bed and make you scream for hours?” Bruce lets out a shaky breath as Loki’s face burns and his core begins to throb. “If that's what you think, then you are a sorely mistaken baby.”
Loki gazed at Brue, amazement covering his face. “Really? I thought…I just….you seemed so distant. I know you love our child and me but I just…” Loki shrugs, not really forming a coherent thought.
Bruce smirks and crashes his lips to Loki’s neck, biting and sucking hungrily. Loki parts his lips with a gasp. “Should I take that as permission to continue?” Bruce asks as Loki threads his fingers into Bruce’s hair.
“Please, Bruce,” Loki moaned as he tightened the grip on his hair. Bruce kisses become sloppy along Loki’s neckline, groaning as he licks and sucks along his neckline. “God, you taste so divine. I will be devouring each part of you.”
Loki gasps as Bruce softly cusps his breasts, his eyes blown wide with lust as he stares at swollen breasts in his hands. “Oh baby,” he moans, “look at you.” Bruce leans down and licks a delicate line between Loki’s breasts, sealing the gesture with a tender kiss. “I cannot wait to see our child drinking from your breasts.” He runs the tip of his nose along Loki’s breasts, inhaling the scent. “Until then, I suppose it would be rather uncomfortable for it to just sit there, aching to be milked,” Bruce said, his voice rough and full of desire.
Bruce presses a cool kiss to Loki’s right breast, tracing a gentle line around the nipple. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gentle, just sit back and let me make you more comfortable.” Loki began to tremble at Bruce’s words…his breasts were aching and the baby wouldn’t need to drink from him for a couple months yet. Loki’s mouth goes dry as he parts his legs wider and sticks out his chest.
Bruce moves in on his husband like a predator, and Loki reflexively falls back against the pillows, his arms falling to his sides. Bruce moves his hands to his husbands shoulders, running them up to his neck then to his hair. Bruce’s lips connect with Loki, taking him into a hungry kiss. When Bruce is satisfied, he brings a finger to trace the curve of Loki's nose and under his eyes. His other curves around Loki’s elbow, moving slowly across his ribs and over his waist, taking in the curve of Loki's belly and around his knee. Bruce pauses there, his hand curling around Loki's calf as he suddenly pulls Loki’s leg around his hip.
His tongue crashes into Loki’s mouth as he greedily lifts his husbands hips up and against his erection, where he instantly begins to grind into Loki’s center, right against Loki’s clit. Bruce leans down to murmur in Loki’s ear, “Do you like that, baby?”
“Yesssss,” Loki moans. Bruce grins as he nips at Loki’s bottom lip, “Then let me give you something else, my darling baby.” Bruce latches onto Loki’s nipple, eagerly sucking and drinking his fill of Loki’s milk. While his mouth was occupied, his hand dips down to begin to tease Loki’s clit.
Loki met Bruce’s eyes which were full of lust and seemed to bore into his soul. “You're dripping, baby. You know, if you wanted me to do this, all you had to do was ask.” Loki's cheeks burn and he closes his eyes in embarrassment. Bruce chuckled, moving to seal his lips over the other nipple, repeating what he did to the first. Bruce slips one finger inside his husband's dripping pussy, drawing a soft moan from Loki as the two sensations flowed through him. Bruce slid a second finger , pulling in and out. Eventually, Bruce had four fingers sliding in and out, roughly hitting Loki’s G spot causing Loki to let out an incredibly loud moan.
Bruce pulls off of Loki’s breast to slam his lips onto Loki’s, taking away both Loki’s breath and restaurant. Loki tangled his arms around Bruce's neck, pulling him onto his body as much as his stomach would allow. Bruce sucks on Loki’s tongue, giving him a taste of the sweet liquid in his mouth. Bruce groaned into Loki’s mouth, cupping his husband's breasts and fondling his nipples as the other hand worked a thumb over Loki’s clit.
Loki threw his head back with a shout. He was so close. “Are you close, baby?” Bruce growled into his ear.
“So close, Bruce! Please make me cum!”
“Are you ready for me baby? Are you ready to take me?” Loki whines as he throws his arms around Bruce to bring him in. “I’ll take that as a yes baby”, as he presses as close to Loki as he can. He aligns himself with Loki and begins to grind against his clit, causing Loki to bite Bruce’s shoulder and pant.
“So eager for me baby. Look at you…completely at my mercy,” he murmurs into Loki’s ear. Bruce slides in further with a groan, while Loki leans up to bring Bruce into a searing kiss to distract from the ache. Bruce was on the larger side, and he hadn’t been touched in a while. Bruce moves inside Loki slowly, causing both to moan at the sensation.
“I love you,” Loki pants as Bruce begins to kiss down his shoulders. Bruce looks up and begins to thrust a bit faster. “I love you too baby, now let me show you much.”
Bruce slides out, before gliding back into Loki deeper than before, hitting a spot inside Loki that had him seeing stars. Bruce swallows the scream that comes from the back of Loki’s throat with a heated kiss. Bruce drinks down each whimper and moan that come as they move their lips in a fast dance of tongue and teeth. Bruce groans into Loki’s mouth before pulling back a small amount.
“You look so beautiful baby. Your skin,” he murmurs, squeezing lightly on Loki’s neck before running his fingers to the swell of your breasts, “it glows with life.” He dips his hands to Loki’s stomach. “You hold the thing that is most dear to me in the world. I couldn’t have a better mother for my child,” Bruce said possessively. He slams into Loki again, following a fast pace that was met by the rock of Loki’s hips. “I can’t wait until our child comes, to see you feed and nurture our child,” he said adoringly, cupping Loki’s breasts. Bruce shifts to kiss Loki’s jaw, reaching down to rub Loki’s clit as he pounds into him. “You’re mine. Both of you. I shall make sure everyone knows it,” Bruce murmurs before biting and sucking at the sensitive skin below Loki’s jaw. He nips harder, which makes Loki squirm a bit. Bruce grips Loki’s hips, hard enough to bruise and speeds up his movements and opens up Loki as far as he could. Loki throws his head back with a scream, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
“Bruce please!” Loki gasps, “I’m so close!!” Bruce moans loudly as Loki tightens around him. He begins to rub at Loki’s clit furiously, as Loki’s entrance begins to flutter. “I’m going to fill you up baby,” he whispers as he slams into Loki, “Come for me baby.” Loki is sent into a tailspin arching into Bruce, kissing his jaw as he completes his orgasim and Bruce comes as well spilling inside Loki with a groan.
Bruce pulls out with a sigh, falling to the bed and pulling Loki’s back to his chest. His hands land on Loki’s belly, one on each side, stroking it gently. Loki snuggles in closer with a contented sigh. Bruce leans over to pepper kisses on Loki’s exposed neck, pushing aside his long hair. “You are mine, baby, do not ever think you are short of exquisite. I love you so much baby.”
Loki slowly shifts his body to face Bruce, tears beginning to fill his eyes. “I’m sorry I’m so emotional. I love you so much and I thought that….well you’re so handsome and I know you’re my husband but I thought you wouldn’t want me like this,” he said while gesturing towards his body.
The tears spill over and down his cheeks as Bruce strokes his belly, kissing away the tears. “Do not be sorry, baby. It is not your fault in any form. It pains me to see you like this. I didn’t attempt intimacy because I was worried about hurting you or the baby but it seems I failed to realize what you truly needed. For that I am sorry. You are so beautiful, you carry our child inside of you. You are so strong and perfect. In fact,” his eyes roam over Loki hungerly, “ I am ready to claim you again but you need a rest baby.” Loki pouts causing Bruce to chuckle and press a soft kiss to his lips. “If you go to sleep now, I'll make it worth your while in the morning,” he says suggestively as his fingers ghost along Loki’s entrance. “Sleep baby, I’ll be here in the morning.” Loki smiles, snuggled into Bruce’s embrace as Bruce’s hands splayed across his belly, his eyes fluttering shut as he gives into the exhaustion.
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Loki had been restless all night and was pretty sure his tossing and turning would wake up Bruce, if it hadn’t already. He shifted again in bed, and felt another cramp hit him. He held back a moan of pain, not wanting to disturb his husband more than he had. He decided he needed to get up, so he rolled himself to the edge of their bed and, grasping the nightstand, was able to lift himself up and out. Deciding against the slippers, which would have been too much work, he decided to deal with the cold floor to get to his recliner which also, blessedly, was heated to help his lower back and now the cramps he was suffering from. He got as far as the doorway when another contraction hit him and he was forced to stop. This contraction was far sharper than the previous and he grasped the door frame as he tried to breathe his way through it.
When the contraction passed and he opened his eyes, he found Bruce standing in front of him. Loki attempted to smile at his husband and make a joke, “You always were the silent type Bruce.” Bruce raised an eyebrow at his husband, clearly seeing through his husband's forced joviality and put a hand up to his cheek and placed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
“Do you think you're in labor, Loki?” Bruce asked quietly. Loki nodded as another contraction hit
“Alright baby, let's get you to the hospital, it’s time to welcome our daughter into the world.”
They arrived at the hospital, were placed in a private suite and Loki was given an epidural. About an hour later Bruce gently took one of Loki’s hands and quietly asked, “How are you feeling baby?” Loki gave him a brief smile and said, “The epidural is doing wonders Bruce. All I feel is pressure - not pleasant but it’s not hurting like it was earlier.”
Bruce kissed his forehead and said, “Good, now get some rest while you can before the labor starts in earnest.” Before he drifted off, Loki murumed, “Love you Bruce.”
A few hours later found Loki in labor. “Okay Loki,” Bruce murmured into his husband's ear, “give it a few more moments and then I need you to push,” Loki adjusted himself so he could be in a better position to push.
“Alright, baby, on the count of three start pushing. One, two…” Loki wasn’t listening to Bruce anymore, he was exhausted and frustrated with the slow process of giving birth. He readjusted himself again while Bruce offered his strength to help him move. Loki gave his husband a smile and murmured, “Thanks Bruce.” He didn’t need anyone counting to know when to push - he wasn’t feeling pain exactly but an intense pressure that he could not ignore. Loki gathered his strength and bore down, tightening every muscle in his body to help bring his baby into the world.
“Keep going Loki, we’re almost there! The doctor can see Rebecca’s head! She is starting to crown, a few more pushes and she’ll be here!”
Loki felt the pressure building once more in his body and readied himself and bore down with everything in himself. He heard Bruce offering him words of encouragement but was so focused on his child that he had zoned his husband out. Slowly the pressure began to fade and he felt his body begin to relax again and he felt gentle hands helping to lay him down. He resisted the help, knowing he would have to push again soon and his instincts were correct. He felt his muscles tense once more and he bore down with what little strength he had left. He felt his daughter slide from his body and slumped over in utter exhaustion. He felt Bruce gently lay him down and he let it happen.
There was a small cry to the right of him and it broke Loki out of his tired haze as he looked to the right. Bruce had a face splitting smile with tears in his eyes as he whispered, “It’s our daughter, Loki. She is perfect! Ten fingers and ten toes, perfectly healthy.” He laid Rebecca across Loki’s chest. Loki instantly reached out to steady his daughter as he looked down into a face with chocolate brown eyes and dark hair.
“Bruce, she’s beautiful and so perfect!”
“I agree baby, she is perfect.”
A nurse came to Lok’s side, quietly saying, “I need to take Rebecca so I can take measurements and all that.”
Loki tensed a little, unwilling to let his daughter go, Bruce quietly murmured to his husband, “Loki, I know it's hard to give her to the nurse but she needs to be cleaned and weighed. The nurse is not like Odin, she will not take away our daughter. She will give Rebecca back, baby.” Loki reluctantly let his daughter go and drifted off to sleep hearing Rebecca’s cry on the edge of his consciousness.
Loki awoke some time later and it took him a brief moment before the past few hours came crashing back to him. He attempted to get up to go to his daughter but his body screamed in protest and he fell back against the pillows.
Bruce was next to him in an instant, cradling their infant daughter against his chest. Loki gingerly moved into a sitting position while Bruce fluffled the pillows behind him one handed. “Loki, you must rest, your body is exhausted,” Bruce said.
“May I hold our daughter?” Loki asked quietly, almost afraid he would break her if he did.
“Of course baby! Rebecca needs to bond with her mother.” Bruce carefully handed the small bundle to Loki who eagerly accepted him. Big, brown eyes stared up at Loki as he carefully pushed the blanket from around his child's head. Loki gently ran his fingers across the fuzzy scalp and again Loki marveled at her perfection.
As if reading Loki’s thoughts, Bruce gave him a gentle kiss before quietly saying “She is perfect Loki. She will be raised only knowing love, support and kindness.”
Loki put his daughter securely in his left arm while he reached out with his right towards Bruce, “I love you so much Bruce. You have overcome so much to be the beautiful tender man that you are. You are going to be the best father in all the nine realms. Do not let that little voice tell you anything else. Thank you for taking care of me, for allowing me to become the best version of myself.”
Bruce leaned forward and gave him a searing kiss, “You must remember the same baby. You are not your father, together we will break the cycle of abuse both physically and emotionally. You are perfect for me. You are my perfect mate. I would not want anyone else but you.” At this Rebecca gave a squawk and Loki chuckled, “I guess our little girl is hungry.” With that he latched his daughter onto his breast and the child began to feed. He gazed at Rebecca in wonder, whispering, “Bruce! This is beautiful, I had no idea it would feel like this.” He looked at his spouse with tears in his eyes, and Bruce leaned down to give him a gentle kiss. A few minutes later, Rebecca detached himself from Loki, let out a conentend yawn and stretched. Loki smiled lovingly at his daughter and the two fathers spent the rest of the day bonding with their infant daughter.
Loki would never deny that the birth of their daughter brought immense and indescribable joy into their lives but also exhaustion and hard work. Loki wouldn’t trade this life for anything. The middle of the night feedings were difficult but there was also something peaceful and grounding about those light night moments with his baby daughter. The room was quiet and still, except for Loki’s own soft words as he nursed and soothed Rebecca. The sleepy little faces she made as she was settled back into her crib never failed to bring a smile to Loki’s face. There was also no denying how sweet it was to be pulled into Bruce’s arms after he returned to bed, and to hear Bruce’s murmured sleepy praise for how well he had cared for their child.
What had surprised Loki was just how much Bruce liked watching him nurse the baby. Bruce had mentioned, a couple months into his pregnancy, how amazing he found it that Loki’s body, when his boobs were still on the smaller side, was developing a way to feed and care for their child. For some reason, Loki hadn’t realized that would mean that Bruce would enjoy watching him feed the baby. It stirred something, very deep, almost primal in him, to know how much his husband liked seeing him provide for their daughter’s needs. It also sparked an interest in something else as well.
After one such feeding, Loki sat in their bed with a book held in his hands but his mind a million miles away. Their daughter was two months old and he knew they had been cleared for sex by their doctor but he didn’t know how to express his needs to Bruce without sounding needy. Bruce walked into their room with a smile on his face only to see Loki put down his book and wince as he looked down at the robe he was wearing (a robe that was cut deep in the front, barely held together by a single tie) had dark patches spreading over the thin fabric. “Dammit! I just finished feeding a little while ago!”
Bruce came and sat next to his husband, kissed underneath his jaw and nibbled his way down Loki’s chest, coming to a stop at one milk heavy tit. He nuzzled it gently before he admitted, “I didn’t expect your tits to smell so good right after you nurse,” before placing a kiss on one nipple.
Loki snorted, “There is no way in hell you find this attractive Bruce.”
Burce looked at him in awe, “Loki, you are feeding and nourishing our child. Of course it’s attractive.” Here he went beat red and nuzzled at Loki’s breast again.
Loki bit his lip, wondering at Bruce’s behavior before he asked, “Would you like to try it? You did before I gave birth to Rebecca”
Bruce looked at him, his eyes full of hope, “Could I really?” before looking down, “It felt so different before our daughter was born. It would feel almost dirty if I did it now.”
Loki bought two fingers underneath Bruce’s chin and forced Bruce to look him in the eyes. “It is not filthy or dirty or wrong to desire this. In fact it is a common tradition on Asgard as a way to bond families together. I was hesitant to bring it up because I didn’t know how you would react.”
Groaning, Bruce buried his face in Loki’s chest. “Fuck,” he swore, “I’ve wanted that since I saw you first feeding our child but I thought you would find it repulsive so I didn’t ask.”
Loki began carding his fingers through Bruce’s hair. “Not put off at all,” he assured gently, “I want you to.”
Bruce adjusted himself so he was being held in Loki’s arms with Loki’s nipples right by his mouth. Gently, Loki raised Bruce up ever so slightly so he could attach on the nearest nipple. Bruce latched on and began to suck in earnest while a tingling sensation spread through Loki’s breast, and Loki knew that Bruce was successfully nursing from him. The milk that hit Bruce’s tongue was sweet and he moaned causing some of the milk to drip free from his lips before he realized he needed to swallow. He let go of the nipple, the break in suction making a wet sound that went right to his cock and causing some milk to leak from Loik’s breast. Once he had thoroughly licked up the spilt milk, he resumed his attention to the delicious, dusky nipple. Kissing the tip and the pale bead of milk there before taking it back in his mouth to settle into suckling. One of Bruce’s hands reached out to palm the ignored breast, kneading the firmness there before catching the distended nipple between forefinger and thumb and rolled it in time with the sucks to the nipple in his mouth.
“Ready to change sides?” Loki murmured a few minutes later, “or is my little boy too full?” Bruce detached himself, wiped his hand across his face and with a grin replied, “I’m never too full for you,” and gently switched to feed from the other side.
With his husband's mouth on him, suckling from him so intently, was vastly different from his baby doing it. Rebecca stirred feelings of contentment and peace. Bruce on the other hand, stirred intense desire. Loki hadn’t known it could feel so different. The differences only grew as one of Bruce’s hands stroked its way down his body and between his legs. Loki whimpered as Bruce slid two fingers into his already soaking wet cunt.
“Bruce!” he gasped as he rocked into those wonderful fingers. Smirking, Bruce gave a little twist of his fingers, making Loki moan. The unexpected dual sensations sent pleasure spiking and spiraling inside him. A third finger pressed inside him, causing Loki to moan and bucked into the touch. “More!” Loki begged.
Brucke suckled harder at his tit, working the three fingers inside of him mercilessly. Loki rocked his hips desperately, needing everything his husband was willing to give him. He came with a shout, his cunt clenching hard around Bruce’s fingers as he did. Releasing the tit he had been suckling from with a wet pop, Bruce looked up with wonder, “That was beautiful and wonderful, baby, thank you.” Loki looked down, his eyes full of love as his hand came to rest on top of Bruce’s swollen stomach. “You never have to thank me for that, I adored feeding you. It looks like you're all full of my milk and honestly I don’t think I have ever experienced anything sexier in my life than to see my husband take his fill from my body.” Bruce reached up and brought Loki down into a searing kiss.
He slowly sat up, and not breaking the kiss brought Loki down on his back. Without hesitation, Bruce sheathed himself in Loki’s waiting body. Loki moaned as his soaked cunt was filled to the brim. It didn’t matter that he had already come once, he would always want Bruce inside of him.
“My baby, always so sweet for me,” Bruce murmured as he began to thrust. The welcome warmth of Loki’s body never failed to amaze him. Loki’s body was always so eager to have him inside, and they fit together so perfectly. Loki wrapped his legs around Bruce, holding them together tightly. It didn’t leave Bruce much room to maneuver but it was alright, they had plenty of time. He rocked their hips together, rolling them every so often just because of how it made Loki gasp. Bruce brought one hand up to pinch one of Loki’s sensitive nipples and Loki mewled beautifully. Bruce snapped his hips forward as hard as he could just as he pinched Loki’s nipple again. It was enough to send the already sensitive Loki tumbling over the edge, his cunt clenched hard on Bruce’s cock as he came.
After his orgasm, Loki’s legs loosened their hold on Bruce’s waist and fell open on the bed. It gave Bruce more room to move and he took full advantage of it. He picked up the pace, fucking Loki hard and deep. He reveled in the little whimpers and mewls that fell from Loki’s mouth as his overstimulated body was used further.
“So beautiful,” Bruce panted, “taking it so nicely baby.”
Loki looked up at him with glassy, pleasure filled eyes and smiled. Bruce lost himself in those eyes as he thrust in hard and spilled deep inside his husband's waiting body. With a moan he pulled himself from Loki’s body and collapsed beside him, and they both fell into a deep sleep.
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Rebecca sat contentedly on her blanket while Loki checked in on Okvidinn. He came in about once a week now, having taken a major step back after the birth of his daughter and placing Bucky in complete charge of the cafe. Bucky had really bloomed since his marriage to Steve and being entrusted with the cafe.
Loki sighed as he completed his work and sat down to play with his daughter for a while as he waited for his weekly meeting with Bucky, which after today would go to twice a month. Loki smiled to himself, if it were up to him they would have started with meeting twice a month but Bucky was so terrified of messing up he insisted on weekly meetings. Loki was looking forward to being a stay at home dad and by handing more responsibility over to Bucky he was able to do so. Loki was brought out of his thoughts as he heard his daughter lisp “Buck!” He looked at her to see her reaching toward Bucky who came and swept her up in his arms as she started babbling to him. They sat in the office chair as he talked back, taking her very seriously.
Loki smiled softly at the scene in front of him. “You’re going to be a great father Bucky.”
He looked up saying, “You really think so?”
“I know it! Just seeing you with Rebecca would tell me that but having known you like I have for the last few years — you have a gentle yet strong soul. You’ll be wonderful.”
“Thanks,” he whispered. His voice was full of emotion. He cleaned his throat, stating “Should we begin our meeting?”
An hour later Bruce and Steve walked in, causing Rebeca to lean forward and almost tumble out of Bucky's arms as she loudly said “Papa! Papa!” Bruce took her out of Bucky's arms and swung her around before cuddling her in his arms and giving her a big kiss. “How’s my baby girl today?” She began to talk with him, Bruce nodding seriously and giving responses to her.
Loki smiled, walked over to his small family to give a kiss to Bruce’s and Rebeccas cheek before starting to clean up her toys and his office. Bucky and Steve joined in so they could all leave quickly.
“How is Natasha doing?” Loki asked. She had gone on maternity leave earlier that month as she was the surrogate for Bucky and Steve.
Steve smiled, “We had a doctor's appointment yesterday - both Natasha and our baby boy are fine. It looks like our boy will be on time, so in two weeks we should be fathers.”
“Fatherhood is the best thing that will ever happen to you. It alters you in a way you never thought possible,” Bruce said as he squeezed Steve and Bucky’s shoulder.
“I thought I was the best thing to ever happen to you?” Loki asked, pretending to be hurt. Bruce came to give him a searing kiss and stepped back before it could progress, and rested his forehead against Loki’s, “You are always the best thing baby.” Rebecca brought her hand to touch Bruce’s then Loki’s cheek, “Mama, dadda!”
“I guess someone’s hungry!” Loki said as the four men and the baby left the cafe, while Steve and Bucky grilled their friends about what it was like to be fathers. A few hours later, after the dinner was cleaned and their daughter put to bed, Bruce and Loki sat on the couch sitting in contented silence. Loki, who had been laying on Bruce with his head resting in the crook of his neck, quietly said, “I’ve been thinking about changing back to my male form. Rebecca is nine months old now, she is past the time of needing me to breastfeed and I wanted my hormones time to return to normal which I think they have. While I will always love my female form that gave us our daughter, I have missed being male. Are you okay with that?”
Bruce looked down at his husband, put his fingers underneath Loki’s chin forcing him to look up, and made him look straight at him. “Loki, I told you when we were trying to get pregnant with Rebecca that I fell in love with what is inside you. Your heart, your mind and your soul. Of course I love your male form, and I too have missed it. I have also loved your female form and how it grew and adapted for our daughter. I can’t believe I have to say this to you Loki, but you don’t ever have to ask permission to change your form. I will love you whether you are female with breasts and a vangaina or a man with pecks and a penis. You are my Loki, and I love you. Although I will say, I will miss my breastfeeding sessions with you. Who knew it could be so fucking sexy?”
Loki sat up and straddled Bruce. “I agree, having you breastfeed brought us closer together and it was sexy as fuck. When we have a second child you will breastfeed again.” Bruce nodded with a hunger in his eyes at the thought. Loki leaned over and began to kiss Bruce’s lips with all the passion he could not speak, his tongue going along the seam of his husband's mouth begging for entrance, Bruce complied, moaning as their tongues began to do a slow dance of passion. Bruce’s hands gradually went from Loki’s firm ass towards his full breasts all the while Loki was rotating his hips against Bruce’s growing erection. Bruce watched as Loki ground against him, moaning and whimpering while his hands kneaded Loki’s breasts and teased his nipples with his fingers. Bruce felt Loki’s soaking folds through his pants and he began to lose control. He sat up straighter, adjusting the angle of his upward thrusts and Loki’s grinding, he bent forward and while his hands massaged Loki’s breasts, he began to lather his collar bones in kisses, slowly making his way down to Loki’s right nipple, which he took into his mouth and began to gently suck while his left hand rolled and played with the left nipple. Loki let out a small gasp then a filthy moan as he began to ride Bruce harder. Bruce came off his nipple with a pop, and in a husky voice said, “One last taste of your beautiful breasts, I can’t leave your other one not feeling loved now can I?” In a strained voice Loki begged, “Please, Bruce, please I am so close!” With a smirk, he attacked Loki’s left nipple and brought his fingers to his bundle of nerves, stroking it steadily and skillfully. Within a few moments Loki let out a cry of release and Bruce felt Loki’s cum soak his gray sweatpants. With a few last shudders, Loki collapsed onto Bruce’s chest while Bruce still ground up into him, searching for his own release. Loki gave a few whimpers of overstimulation before he started to ride him quickly. Bruce’s hips began to erratically move as he finally chased his release, his pants now a sticky mess inside and out. Bruce brought Loki’s face to his and gave him a gentle kiss, “Thank you baby, for everything.” He gently picked him up, and brought him to their bathroom where they shared a quick and chaste shower, then climbed into their bed.
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Loki stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes roaming over his body that he felt most comfortable in, the male form of hard angles and planes, his flaccid cock resting between his legs. He changed back a couple months ago but a small part of him misses his female form; however, he knows that in the next year or two he will go back so that he can carry their second child. He takes one final look in the mirror, and then proceeds to get dressed.
His daughter was playing contently with her toys and Stephen as he placed the final touches on the decorations for his daughter's first birthday party. He shook his head in disbelief, how was it possible that his daughter was that old? He went to play with his daughter as they waited for the guests to show up. The front door opened to reveal Bruce who had gone to pick up the birthday cake. Rebecca looked up and seeing Bruce decided to get up to waddle over to her father, her hands extended. Loki grinned as he saw Bruce sweep down to pick her up, cuddle her and wish her a happy birthday. Loki sauntered over, saying “Rebecca is definitely a daddy’s girl, and I can’t say that I blame her.”
Bruce rolled his eyes as he gave Loki a kiss, “She loves both of us equally Loki.”
Loki snuggled into Bruce’s side before responding, “Of course Bruce but she does favor you. Before you say anything, I think it's adorable and I am not in the least bit hurt if that's what you’re thinking. What normal parent would be jealous or hurt because of that?”
Bruce kissed his forehead, and murmured, “You’re right, of course.” Loki preened at the praise, “Of course I am!”
Bruce snorted and was about to respond when the doorbell rang. Bruce looked down at his daughter, “Looks like the guests are here! Should we answer the door?” Rebecca nodded her head solemnly. It was a small party with Bucky and Steve, with their newborn son, Natahsa, Hel, and Thor. Rebecca, who was normally a shy child, was delighted to be the center of attention among people she knew and trusted - except for Thor who she had not spent much time around. She delighted in ripping open presents with everyone “oohing” and “awing” as she showed the toy or book and then proceeded to play with them. This continued for a while as the group quietly chatted, ate and watched Rebecca. Soon, it was time for the birthday cake and the group sang “Happy Birthday” as Rebecca watched the candle entranced by the flame. She attempted twice to blow it out before Loki gently helped. He cut her a slice of the cake and placed it on her high chair as the group watched her demolish the slice. Loki, resting his head on Bruce’s shoulder, commented “I don’t know what it is about watching a child smash cake that is so enthralling but it is.”
“Well she comes by it naturally, since she’s related to the Hulk,” Bruce said with a sly grin.
“Holy shit, if you're making jokes, you really have come far with the Hulk!” Thor commented.
Loki glared at him, “Brother dear, as you remember that’s why I wanted to come to Misgard and learn from Bruce in the first place. Although you had just broken up with Jane, maybe that clouds your memories of the time.”
“Be nice!” Bruce glared at his husband and gave a slight slap to his ass, “I refuse to have any sort of petty fighting at my daughters birthday.” Loki had the decency to look chastened and murmured out a “Sorry” to the group. Thor came and squeezed his brother’s shoulder, his silent way of saying it was alright and that he was glad to be here. Thor leaned over and whispered in Loki’s ear, “It seems we have that in common brother, we both like to be punished by our partners.” This caused Loki to blush a furious shade of scarlett and Bruce to look at the two brothers in confusion.
Rebecca finished her cake and had managed to get it everywhere, so Loki picked her up to go clean her. After she was freshly bathed and put into her pajamas, he brought her out to say goodnight to the group. She gave a hug and kiss to each person there except for Thor who she gave a quiet “Night” from the safety of Loki’s arms. Loki put her to bed then came back to enjoy the rest of the night with their friends. Steve and Bucky, not wanting to leave yet but knowing their son needed sleep, put him to bed in Loki and Bruce’s room. As they came back out to sit with the group and enjoy a glass of wine the doorbell rang. Loki gave a confused look at Bruce who simply shrugged his shoulders, equally as confused as to who could be at the door.
Loki opened the door and went ashen. He tried to slam the door shut but Odin forced his way in. “I am here to see my granddaughter and take her back with me to Asgard.”
Loki stood firmly in front of the All Father, “The fuck you will! You are not taking another child away from me you bastard.”
Odin, with his one good eye, gave Loki a look of loathing and disgust. “You a filthy Jotun who does not deserve to reproduce but since you have, twice now, it is my job to see your children are properly raised.”
“As I recall the last time I was married it was to a woman you forced me to marry, and she carried my child,” Loki stated. “You might say it was your fault I ‘reproduced.’ You put me in a no win situation where I could not fight back but now I have support and strength to say no. You are not taking my child from me again.”
Hel stood, with tears in her eyes, and came to stand before her father, “What are you and Odin speaking of?” With tears filling his own eyes, Loki told her the story of her mother and their marriage. How Odin had repeatedly defiled her and threatened to kill the child within and billions more if Loki tried anything. “He took you away from me when you were two, Hel,” Loki continued his voice thick with emotion, “I fought so hard for you but he threatened to torture and kill you. I tried so hard…”
At this he broke down and was brought into a tight hug by his daughter who gently rocked him. “It all makes sense now,” she whispered into Loki’s hair, “None of it was your fault father. You are not at fault for what the All Father did, you are the good person in this story. You are fixing what you did not break.” With fury in her eyes and posture she turned to face the all father, “You are not going to take my sister. She is staying here with a family who loves and supports her.” At that the rest of the group came to stand around Hel and Loki, who still had silent tears running down his face, in support of what was being said.
Odin stood, and with power crackling around him boomed, “Oh daughter of the foul one, you will not command me.” Bruce, no longer able to control himself turned into the Hulk and grabbed the All Father by the neck, brought him up so he was almost touching the ceiling and began to squeeze. “No hurt Loki. No hurt Becca. They are family. You bad.” Odin struggled to breathe and Loki came to place his hand on the Hulk’s arm. “Hulk,” he whispered, “Stop please. Not for his sake but for yours. I know you’ll regret this.” Hulk dropped Odin with an unceremonious thump as the All Father rubbed his throat.
Hulk took his thumb and gently rubbed Loki’s cheek, “Hulk loves puny god.” Loki placed a gentle kiss on Hulk’s thumb, quietly saying, “I love you too Hulk.” Holding onto Hulk’s thumb, he turned to the All Father. Quietly he spoke, “If you ever come near my family again I will not hesitate to let the Hulk kill you.” Loki turned to Thor and Hel, “Take this bastard back to Asgard, in fact I believe it is time for Thor to rule. I believe All Father has lost his mind and needs to be put in the care of the Goddess of Death.”
A wicked grin spread across Hel’s face, “With pleasure father. I have the perfect place for him in my domain.” Loki also grinned as Thor and Hel each took one of the All Fathers arms and disappeared via the Bifrost.
Loki sagged against the Hulk for a brief moment before looking up at him and quietly saying, “Stay Hulk, okay? I want to talk with you in private. Is that okay with you and Bruce?” Hulk stayed quiet for a moment, and Loki knew he was talking with Bruce, before nodding. “Hulk stay, Bruce says it's okay.”
Loki nodded and then turned to the group that remained. “I am sorry for my fathers actions and for the story you had to hear. Before this only Bruce and Eir knew.” He bowed his head in shame before Bucky approached him and embraced him. “Like your daughter said, it isn’t your fault. None of this is.” He drew back and looked him in the eye, “Everyone of us here has suffered at the hands of someone else and been forced to do things we did not want. I speak for all of us when I say that we are here to support you and your family - just like you would support me and Steve.” Bucky gave him one final hug before going to get his son. Steve and Natasha both gave Loki a bone crushing hug, murmuring their agreement to what Bucky had said before the three of them left.
Loki turned to the Hulk, looked at him for a moment before walking toward him and grabbing his thumb leading him to Rebecca’s room. “I need to check in on Rebecca to see if she’s still sleeping. Do you want to look in on her?” he asked quietly.
Hulk nodded and peered in the room, as he was too big to go through the door. “She's beautiful,” Hulk said, “and still sleeping!”
Loki nodded as he stroked her hair and gave her a gentle kiss before leaving. “I’m glad that asshat Odin didn’t wake her.”
“Odin, asshat,” Hulk agreed. Loki smiled as he guided them to their room, opening the double doors so that Hulk could enter. “Sit down please and spread your legs apart,” Loki said. Hulk complied, as Loki walked toward him and was able to make direct eye contact with the Hulk because of his position. Loki placed his hands on the Hulk’s cheeks, staring into his eyes for the briefest of moments before speaking. “There aren’t enough words to say what I want to Hulk so I will simply say thank you. Thank you for protecting my daughter tonight, thank you for protecting Bruce when he was a child, thank you for everything. ” Loki began to cry as he spoke, causing the Hulk to gently wipe away his tears with his huge thumb. “Hulk, you protect those you love when no one else can.”
“Bruce love puny god, Puny god is good for Bruce and helps Bruce.”
“Bruce helps me too, and so did you,” Loki responded gently stroking Hulk's cheek.
The Hulk looks at Loki questioningly, not sure to believe what has just come out of the puny gods mouth. “It’s true, Hulk, I saw that you two had found peace with each other and I wanted it too.” Hulk smiles and draws Loki into a careful hug, after a few minutes Loki adjusts himself so he is straddling one of the Hulk’s huge thighs and put’s his hands on the Hulk’s cheeks, “Loki loves the Hulk, just like he loves Bruce. Hulk helps when no one else can.”
“Hulk loves you too.” Loki smiles, scoots closer and whispers, “Can I kiss you?” He nodded and Loki leaned in slowly, gently pressing his lips against Hulks. At first, he didn't respond- everything about him still but then Loki felt him kiss back. Loki pulled away to see how Hulk would react and saw the heat in his eyes. “Did you like that?” Loki asks gently.
Hulk shyly nodded, “Hulk never done this before.”
Loki smiled and kissed his cheek, “I trust you Hulk, trust you to be gentle with me okay? I know you share Bruce’s memories and you’ve seen how we are.” The Hulk nodded, not sure what was coming next. Loki turned around, bent over, spread his asscheeks and stroked his hole with his thumb. Hulk let out a moan that went straight to Loki’s cock. He teased and fingered himself until the only thing that mattered was the ach inside that could only be filled by being fucked, and hard. He looked over his shoulder at the Hulk who was paying rapt attention to Loki’s every movement, and he shuddered at the thick tongue poking out of his mouth and shuddered to think of it fucking his ass. He waited until the Hulk made eye contact with him before moaning, “Fuck me Hulk!”
Hulk’s jaw dropped for the briefest of moments before his eyes lit up and without hesitation, the Hulk’s huge tongue thrust inside of Loki’s waiting hole - so hot, so perfect and he arched his back for more but Hulk was already giving it to him. “Hulk,” Loki moaned as his cock spurted cum across the sheets as his first orgasm hit him. Loki reached for the lube in their bed stand and gave it to Hulk. “Hulk,” Loki commanded, “put some of this on your fingers and shove them up my ass! Get me ready for your huge cock!”
Hulk gently slapped Loki’s ass, causing the man to groan, “Bruce says to wait, your time will come.” Loki wiggled his ass in front of the Hulk, “I can’t wait anymore!” The Hulk slicked up his giant forefinger and plunged it into Loki’s waiting asshole, stretching him wide and causing his knees to buckle as the Hulk bent him over his arm. Loki hung limp, his cock slapping against his stomach as the Hulk’s finger thrust inside of him, hitting his prostate with every stroke. Loki moaned Hulk’s name but then was left with an empty hole as the Hulk pulled out only to shove back in again with a second, even thicker finger. “Fuck me,” Loki gasped but the Hulk wasn’t done yet. He pushed in his huge thumb, making Loki’s ass stretch more than it ever had before. Loki was ready for it, whimpering as the Hulk’s three thick digits fucked his asshole and slowly picked up speed. “Hulk!” he screamed, as another orgasim hit him, making his cock coat his stomach and sheets in thick rivulets of cum.
When he had come down from the high of the orgasm, Hulk pulled his fingers from Loki’s hole causing Loki’s gaping hole to clamp around the cool air. Excitement and a little fear caused Loki’s heart to race - if three fingers left him like this what would the Hulk’s cock do? “Ready?” the Hulk asked, gently placing his large hand on Loki’s lower back. Loki nodded, his ass arched up and ready for the Hulk’s cock. Loki could hear Hulk snapping open the lupe and pouring corpus amounts all over his dick before shoving some in and around Loki’s asshole. Then, gently placing his huge hands on Loki’s hips, he mounted him with the huge bulbous head of his cock pushing in ever so slowly. Loki saw stars as the cock slowly pushed past the ring of delicate muscle, hitting his prostate causing Loki to moan and cry out for more. He turned to look up at the Hulk, and commanded “Fuck me!”
That was all the big man needed to thrust deep inside of Loki - his girth stroking that sweet spot harder than it had ever been stroked as he fully impaled Loki. Loki’s face flushed scarlet, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and vision hazy with lust and bliss. He looked where their bodies joined, his huge green hips flattening the cleft of his ass, his stretched out asshole gripping the base of the Hulks shaft. “God, Hulk,” Loki moaned, “I can feel you everywhere!” This caused the Hulk to thrust deeper into Loki, making him feel like he would split in half. He was so full and felt so good he could almost cry.
Carefully, the Hulk’s hands came around Loki’s waist and he began to pull out, causing Loki to cry out in disappointment. “No Hulk! Fill me! Please fill me! Don’t leave me empty like this,” Loki begged. Loki had barely gotten his last word out when the Hulk thrust back in, filling him up as he hit Loki’s prostate - hard. Loki’s eyes rolled back in bliss and as he clenched down on the Hulks dick. “Hulk,” he mewled, I’m coming…”
Hulk rolled his hips causing Loki to beg “Harder Hulk! Fuck me harder!” Hulk gave Loki just what he needed as he cried out the Hulk's name as he came yet again. Hulk began to fuck him faster, causing Loki’s dick to harden again and to yell out “Yes! Pound my asshole! Make me cum!! Please!” Hulk continued to impale Loki but growled in Loki’s ear, “You come hard then Hulk turn!” Loki sobbed with pleasure and came so hard he didn’t make a sound. It was only when he shuddered through the last of his release did he realize the Hulk had meant - he was waiting for his permission. “Do it,” Loki commanded, “Fill me with your cum!”
The Hulk groaned and began to pound his asshole hard as he came, overflowing and spilling out of Loki’s stretched ass and onto the Hulk’s heavy ball sack. The Hulk’s load had ended up stretching Loki further, to the point where his belly rounded out slightly, as if he had been sucking in his stomach until now, making Loki look absolutely filled and bloating with the Hulk’s release.
“My god Hulk, I don’t think I’ll ever recover.” Loki was blissfully strung out, staring at the wall when his vision was filled with Hulk’s worried face.
“Hulk hurt puny god? Oh no, Bruce will be mad at Hulk.” Loki gingerly sat up and took the Hulk's face in his hands (as much as he could fit anyway) and kissed him on the lips. “Hulk made puny god feel wonderful. Loki thanks Hulk. I’m going to go clean up but will be right back to cuddle okay?” Loki slowly walked into the bathroom, his legs like jelly, to clean himself. When he came back out, he saw Hulk sitting criss crossed on the floor unsure of what to do with himself. Loki gently pushed him down so he was laying on the floor and put Bruce’s pillow under his head. Loki then came to lay next to him, and put his head on the Hulk’s chest. He slowly drew patterns on his chest, murmuring comforting words to the protector of his family and Hulk’s arm came around his waist, and they both fell asleep.
Loki woke up with a groan in his ear, as Bruce complained, “I am definitely too old to be falling asleep on the floor.”
“You weren’t complaining last night!” Loki retorted.
Bruce gathered Loki in his arms and murmured, “Thank you for taking care of Hulk. He needed it. He was so scared I was going to do something permanent to him when he lost his temper at the All Father.”
“It was my pleasure,” Loki smirked as Bruce groaned at the double entendre. Then Loki’s face became serious, “I meant what I said to Hulk last night. He is our protector Bruce. He saw that neither you or I could handle the All Father and so he did what he thought was right. In the end I’m sure Thor and I could have handled it but I like Hulk’s way better. Hulk had our best interest at heart.”
Bruce hummed his agreement. “Should we check in on our daughter or are you too sore to walk?” Loki slapped him on the chest before getting up and walking with a slight limp that Bruce wisely chose not to comment on.
Chapter 19: Epilogue
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Loki sat on a large blanket laid on the grass in Central Park. On the blanket, was a picnic basket, some plates and assorted fruits, cakes and sandwiches. Beside him sat his 18 month old son, picking slices of fruit from a plate and slowly and awkwardly bringing them to his mouth. Loki smiled and gently caressed the little boy’s curly black hair.
It was a bright and sunny day, very warm and proper for a picnic. The trees and grass were green, flowers blooming. He watched Bruce and Rebecca play on the swings, his daughter shrieking with laughter. That evening they would be celebrating her fifth birthday with their family friends but today her birthday was just for her family. Eventually, Rebecca got off the swing and came running up to him. “Daddy, Daddy!”
“Yes, Rebecca?”
She sat on his lap and hugged him, asking, “Will you read to me?”
He laughed, kissed her on the head and responded, “Gladly, birthday girl.”
She snuggled in his lap while he picked up a children’s book which sat on the blanket and began to read. Bruce came and sat next to his husband, their son sitting between them. He happily lifted a slice of fruit to his father and waved his arms, his dark brown eyes looking up to him.
“Good job, Robert! Take another bite!” As his son took a bite, Bruce leaned over to wipe the juice off his face. Loki stopped reading for a moment to smile at the scene before him, leaning over to kiss his son's head. Rebecca wiggled in his fathers lap, “Read daddy!” Loki smiled and continued to read until Steven started to bark at a bird and stole Rebecca’s attention. Seven began to go after the bird and Rebecca followed. Robert stood up and took hesitant steps to follow his sister.
“Rebecca, don’t go far!” Bruce called, “and pay attention to your brother - he’s not as fast as you yet.” Bruce smiled as Rebecca took her brother's hand and helped him to follow Steven. Loki stared at his children, hardly believing that this was his life now. Bruce moved so that he was sitting close to his husband and drew him into his lap, asking, “What are you thinking about, baby?”
Loki snuggled in closer to Bruce before responding. “I was thinking about how when I came here all those years ago to find that balance and to seek your advice how I never would have thought my life would have turned out like this. Two beautiful children and an adoring husband. It’s better than I could have ever imagined and more than I deserve.”
Bruce kissed the top of Loki’s head before responding. “Loki, you deserve all the love that the children and I have for you. You are a wonderful father, who helps and guides his children out of love and never in anger. You are the perfect husband for me and I will spend the rest of my life showing you in words and deeds how much you mean to me.” Loki adjusted himself so he was facing his husband and gave him a searing kiss that quickly escalated into more as he ground into his husband's growing erection. “Loki,” Bruce gasped, “We’re in public and our children are close by.” Loki sighed and stopped but not before kissing one more time before whispering, “Thank you Bruce. For everything. I love you more than words can express.”
Loki reluctantly climbed out of Bruce’s lap just before Robert tumbled back onto the blanket. “Up! Up!” Robert requested between giggles. Brue picked his son up, throwing him in the air, his laughs growing louder and sweeter the higher he went. Loki looked up at them smiling, love and contentment overflowing. He had the perfect life.
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