Supervision
It's your turn!
After what Tony can only describe as an eventful, yet emotionally draining day, he finally finds himself and his lover curled up in bed; his arms sit tightly around the green-eyed God's waist, long, black hair flowing over his shoulder. Both sigh contentedly, happy with the day's outcome. Relaxing into the soft mattress, Tony stretches his legs, meeting no resistance. He raises his torso to look down at his feet, and sees nothing. Strange, he thinks, something's missing.
"Loki, where did Mischief go?" Tony asks remembering what was most certainly missing.
"Hmm…" Loki's eyes open slowly, looking up at Tony, "Natasha refused to let him sleep on their bed—"
"Smart lady!" The genius interrupts.
"Quiet, Tony," the God snaps, already unhappy to being woken up. "So, since he is not yet used to being home, I suspect he is still in the living room."
Looking at the empty bed, it feels odd since the cat is somewhere in the tower, "Do you want me to get him?"
"He will be fine, my love. Now sleep." Loki breathes and pulls his partner back against the bed. He takes his advantage and throws half his body over the other man's and snuggles in close. Not being able to do much pinned under his God, Tony settles in for the night, still relishing in the closeness of their two bodies, even after all this time.
It feels like he has only just closed his eyes, before Tony has to open them again. The shrill shriek through the fancy Stark Baby Monitor, jolts both parents awake. Patting Tony on the chest, Loki yawns tiredly, "It's your turn! You can feed him."
Before Tony has time to complain, Loki has already rolled over and buried his face in the pillows. His shallow breathing returns not moments later, asleep already. Sighing loudly, he pulls the covers off himself and trips out of the bedroom. His first port of call is fetching the milk for his hungry son from the kitchen. On his way there, he has Jarvis warm up the pre-made formula. Thanks to hisdarling Jarvis, everything is ready upon his arrival. Checking the temperature of the milk on his wrist, and being sufficiently satisfied, Tony starts his journey back to Peter's room.
Stumbling along, still bleary-eyed due to the dim lighting and sleep, Tony eventually gets to his destination. Opening the door, he steps forward. Now Tony is a smart man, a genius, and he knows, even when half-asleep, his foot should have found carpet. Not fur. He is certainly not expecting to feel 10 claws and a couple of teeth latching onto his foot. Swearing loudly and diving forward, he thanks the lord (or the God in his bedroom) that the searing pain has left his foot, just the sting of his wounds remaining.
"Jarvis, lights 40%!" Tony whisper shouts, already painfully aware he has startled Peter with his swearing. He stares back at the door to see Mischief curled up peacefully like nothing has happened. Bloody cat. "Be a dear and call Loki for me, I'm bleeding all over the carpet…"
A few minutes later, sheets wrapped around him like a glorified cape, Loki appears in the doorway, Mischief clearing out of the way. "Tony, what on Midgard is going on here?"
"Ask your damn cat and look at my foot!" Tony whines from the carpet.
Seeing that there is a considerable amount of blood pouring from various cat inflicted wounds on his lover's foot, Loki decides not to mock. He crouches down and within seconds, his magic has healed the lacerations leaving no scars or any sign of blood — not even on the carpet. "Please refrain from stepping on the cat again, love."
"I will actively try to avoid any such thing, it hurt like a bitch!" He looks behind him, closer to the crib and notices the empty bottle milk. "Not even the milk survived!"
Smiling gently to himself, Loki stands up and moves to the crib. With his magic he cleans the milk and materialises a new bottle of the perfect temperature. Glaring at the other's ease, Tony folds his arms and crosses his legs, sulking like an infant. Loki scoops Peter up from his crib and carefully sits in front of Tony on the carpet to feed their son his bottle.
As Peter is halfway through his bottle, Mischief appears next to Tony, much to the engineer's displeasure. As he glares down at the creature, Loki can't help but chuckle at his partner. When Mischief starts to rub his face against his knee, Tony eventually sighs exasperatedly and gives up, knowing his attempts at sulking are futile. Sharing his last glares between lover and cat, he rubs his finger between Mischief's eyes that he knows he likes.
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The next morning, Loki rises before Tony. After a few moments of admiring the tanned skin nestled amongst the pillows and sheets, he slips out of bed and into the shower. Once clean and refreshed, Loki dresses himself casually, and goes to take care of his son. When he gets to Peter's room, Mischief is in the same place he left him the previous night, curled up in front of the bedroom door.
"Have you been here all night, little one?" Loki smiles, crouching down to pet the feline, spending a few precious moments before Peter finally wakes.
Every night since his return, supervising the goings on outside his room, Mischief has protected Peter throughout his sleep. Not even Tony can complain about that.