Supervision
Kitty!
Late one night, once Peter, now eight-months-old, is safely tucked up in his crib with his guardian angel supervising the door, Tony and Loki retire to their own room. Going about his nightly routine — Asgardian customs that have stuck with him over the years — Loki stops in front of the floor to ceiling mirror with his moisturiser in hand (Tony refuses to not chuckle to himself each night) and an open phone line through Jarvis from above.
Tony doesn’t have to question who he is speaking too: Thor is incapable of using Earth technology, despite how much time Tony has taken out of his hectic schedule to try and teach the imbecile, and Frigga is too far away to be reached by conventional methods. Conversing with Asgard (and therefore Heimdall and Odin) takes a lot out of Loki’s magic stores, so he refuses to waste it on things he deems unnecessary — which is mostly everything to do with Asgard that isn't his mother. Through his deductions and the stereotypically girly gossiping, he knows Natasha is on the other end of the line.
The evening’s events were far too "hilarious" for Loki to keep to himself. He needed to tell someone and of course that someone was his trusty redheaded, assassin sidekick. She was always up for a good laugh, especially at Tony’s expense. Most of the time, he didn't know whether to laugh with her, or get his own back by messing with her hair dye.
“Natasha, oh my, you should have been here to witness it! Anthony’s face was a picture, I’ve had Jarvis save the security footage. I’ll get him to send it to you!”
“Recording has been sent, Sir.”
The line is silent for a few moments, whilst she checks her messages, before a jovial cackle rings through the air. Tony groans and pulls the duvet over his head, hating on Jarvis for being so obesity and his lover for being such a little shit.
Earlier that evening…
“Anthony, will you stop messing around and clean up Peter!”
"Is the big, bad Iron Man jealous of the little kitty?" Loki drawls as he climbs under the covers beside his lover.
"No..." Tony grumbles from under a pillow. He groans as he throws the pillow from his head, "Peter loves him more than me!"
"Oh darling," he coos, kissing sweetly to Tony's temple, sad that he thinks this way, "Don't be silly, Peter most certainly loves you. He positively beams when you're in the room!"
"Really?" He looks up through his eyelashes, still unconvinced.
"Of course he does, you are his father, and a better father than any of ours!" Loki takes Tony's role very seriously, and he couldn't wish for anyone more dedicated to be his partner in raising a child.
"Come now, Sourpuss, how about I, lighten the mood?" Loki leans forward, his lips playing at the base of Tony's neck.
Leaning his head backwards, his neck extended as Loki moves towards his hairline, "And how do you plan on doing that?"
"By lightening the amount of clothes we are both wearing..."
Grinning wildly, a single eyebrow raising as Loki climbs off the bed, his hands moving to the top of the buttons on his green, silk nightshirt, "Tell me more!"