True Nature

Before Loki can process anything, Tony is kissing him. His body sags in relief, ecstatic he didn’t push things too far too soon. The "L-Word" had been uttered in the throes of passion the previous night, but they were high on lust and each other; tongues were loose and uninhibited by the overwhelming orgasmic pleasure.

Loki grips Tony as they kiss, present is the very real fear that he will disappear, that this isn't real and he hasn't finally found what he’s spent his whole life searching for, whether he realised it or not. Tony pulls back and pecks his lips once seeing the apprehension in the green eyes staring at him.

“Lo', don't look so worried," he smiles, making the Omega feel slightly more at ease, “I love you, l know we haven’t been a together long, and l wish we could have been romantic before we mated — wow, I really do have a lot of dinners and expensive gifts to lavish on you, I’m going to romance you like you’ve never been romanced before — but,” he pauses, stops himself blabbering on into nothingness, “l don’t regret anything. I will never regret you.”

“Thank you, Anthony,” He murmurs, smiling, head dropping onto Tony's shoulder and the tension ebbs away slowly but surely.

They lay in each other’s arms, the softness of their breathing soothing them both, well Loki at least. He’s content enough to be held, warm and comfortable and totally in love. Tony's mind however, is going wild with other things he wants to talk about. He hesitates. He wants to know what Loki was thinking when he mentioned getting pregnant, but is unsure whether to bring it up in such a peaceful moment.

Tony fights it — he really does — but he has to ask, his nature is to be infuriatingly curious, and more than once that has got him into all shades of trouble.

“Hon, do you remember what you said last night before you fell asleep?” Loki raises an eyebrow quizzically, genuinely bewildered, unsure of what he said. He doesn't remember saying anything at all. “That eyebrow tells me you don't... Right, okay. Um. You said that you can get pregnant during your next heat. Is this something we need to talk about?”

He blushes furiously, his face disappearing into the crook of Tony's neck and his voice muffled, “That was what I wanted to discuss in my mother's chambers... My tongue was loose with exhaustion, why must it get me in trouble so?”

“Don't think of it like that,” Tony mumbles, caressing Loki’s hair, “It’s an important and life-changing subject and something we do need to talk about.”

Loki nods, agreeing begrudgingly. Huffing, he peels himself away from Tony. He sits up and slumps over his legs, rubbing his hands over his face. Tony remains flat on the bed, his fingers dancing along Loki’s lower back. He lets Loki gather his thoughts, watching how his ribs move when he breathes.

It takes Loki a few moments to steady his mind, to decide how to approach the subject with the finesse he forwent the previous night. He thinks back to his conversation with Frigga, what they discussed and how to explain how he feels to the Alpha. “The simple fact is: my body is now able to carry a child, your child, Anthony. But, l, I’m sorry,” his voice shakes, “I don’t know if I am ready for such a thing. Or if I ever will be—”

“Loki—” Tony hastily interrupts, but both are startled by a loud knock on the main door to Loki’s chambers. A palpable tension hangs in the air, thick and jilted as Loki is most grateful for the distraction. He sighs more for effect than anything else and kicks the last of the furs away from his legs. Before his feet touch the floor, Tony’s hand is on his shoulder, eyes showing his desperation to continue this conversation, to not leave it unfinished. Loki kisses his fingers, but still moves from the bed. He opens the large wardrobe in the corner of the room and pulls out his favourite robe that he’s glad is still there. Securing the tie around his waist, he slips from the room, guilt bubbling in his stomach for abandoning Tony and the seriousness of their conversation. He knows they will have to continue, but it’s just too much too soon for the overwhelmed Omega.

Do not push him away because you feel scared, his mother said. Easier said than done, he thinks sourly.

He reaches the heavy set doors that allow entrance to his chambers, and cracks one open. His body stands shielded by the door, still weary of those in the palace. He has to look down to see a servant girl stood before him with her head bowed. From the sheepish look on her face and distinctive blonde hair, he knows that she was the one who witnessed the newly mated couple the night before.

“What is your name, child?” He asks, and he has the same elegance to his voice that she has only heard from the Queen herself.

“Dagnyr, my Lord,” she stutters, overwhelmed being in the presence of the once fallen prince.

A gentle smile graces Loki’s lips. She is so unlike the rest. Pure and innocent and uncorrupted by the harsh reality he remembers. She doesn’t look upon him with thinly veiled disgust like the majority of servants and workers of Asgard’s golden halls. She may be nervous, most are in the presence of royalty, especially after their first brief meeting. However, there is a respect that he hasn’t felt that in a very long time from Asgard’s people and it is refreshing to say the least.

“Beautiful name. What is it you needed, Dagnyr?” He asks moving to open the door wider.

Upon seeing the god in his robe, she ducks her head even further. Loki laughs inwardly to avoid embarrassing her even further; the poor girl has a permanent blush on her face.

“The Queen requests your presence for breakfast in her chambers,” she squeaks, just barely getting the words into a complete sentence.

Loki ponders, he should really finish his talk with Tony, but they will be returning to Midgard soon and he has missed his mother dearly. He smiles and nods, "We will be on our way shortly. Thank you, Dagnyr."

She curtseys and bows her head in respect, then hurries off down the corridor, obviously back to his mother’s chambers. With the smile still on his face, Loki closes the door and returns back to his bedchamber.




“Good news?” Tony asks upon seeing the smile on the Omega’s face.

“Oh,” He startles, shrugging but still smiling, “It is just that we have been invited to join the Queen for our morning meal and I have missed being able to do so.”

Tony's face softens, because despite wanting to continue the conversation, he wants to see Loki smile like that more. He jumps out of bed, finally, and bounds over to Loki, up on his tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss. Stepping back down, he looks over himself and only then realises he is still stark naked.

“Hon, I don’t know the customs of an Asgardian breakfast with the Queen, but I am assuming that my nakedness would not be appreciated,” he snickers, spinning around to show himself off.

“As much as I want to never see you in clothes again, I have to suggest wearing some when around the palace. And—” Loki stops to think, “It would be for the best if you wore something Asgardian during our stay.”

“But I don’t have anything Asgardian…” He trails off seeing Loki already in his wardrobe. He rummages around for a few minutes, moving between that and the chest of drawers next to it.

Tony stands back admiring how the shape of Loki's robe compliments his lean figure, how it floats around his calves as he sashays back and forth. His pale skin glows against the black material and Tony is intrigued by the green and gold stitching embellishing the silk. Loki finally turns back to Tony with an armful of clothes, cocking an eyebrow with a pointed look when he realises Tony has been staring. Tony raises his hands in surrender, both smiling and giggling and light, soft kisses being shared.

“Tony, we have to stop, my mother is expecting us,” Loki breathes against the Alpha.

“But you look so ravishing in this robe, I can’t keep my hands off you!” He bites at Loki's lips, licking and teasing for more. Still smiling, unable to stop, he pushes Tony away so he falls back onto the bed.

“No,” Loki warns. “We have places to go and my mother to see, meaning you will be dressed appropriately. Now put these on.”

Loki throws the garments onto the bed beside Tony and stands back with a pointed glare, cementing the idea that the Alpha really does have to put them on. As if it wasn’t already obvious. Tony stares at the pile in bewilderment, never before feeling under such scrutiny. Withlittle experience, he’s removed Asgardian clothes before, never put them on. He supposes he should be glad, there seems to be more leather than metal and he certainlyhopes he won’t be forced into any armour.

With one last sigh, he gets to it.

Tony stands, combing through the different materials trying to find the most logical place to start. He finds a cotton-like, light grey tunic and pulls it over his head, feeling ridiculous when the neck line hangs lower than comfortable and how the overly long sleeves fall over his hands. Huffing, he rolls the sleeves up to his elbows, only to groan when they slip back down as he picks up the black leather trousers.

He bends down to pull the unforgiving leather over his feet. From between his ankles, he watches a distinctive green shimmer cascading over Loki's bare legs. Tony tugs up the breeches, the size baggy and loose around his waist. As he straightens his back, he turns to see the Omega magically stood in his casual finery.

Tony glares at the ease and the perfect fit of Loki's clothing. He looks down at himself, the too long sleeves and sagging material around his waist. “Hey Lo’, can’t you, I don’t know, magic me up something that actually fits?!” He hollers, but quickly pauses, cringing to himself, “Oh shit, sorry, I haven’t asked. Um, how is your magic today? Back to normal yet?”

Loki is a little surprised by Tony remembering such a trivial thing and admires his consideration. “Almost. Though I have neither the power nor the patience to create you a whole outfit, I can alter those you stand in. Once you are fully dressed.”

Tony knows a command over a request when he hears one and turns to continue dressing himself. He picks up the stiff leather vest; its navy blue in colour instead of green or black which surprises him.

“Tuck in the tunic and lace the breeches first,” Loki disciplines like a child. Tony salutes cheekily before doing as he’s told.

“Want to help me with this?” Tony asks, playfully wiggling is hips and unlaced trousers towards Loki.

With a wave of his finger and a smirk on his face, Loki laces and ties the chord; Tony grumbles about that not being what he meant as he slips the sleeveless vest over his head. Finishing off the outfit with a black belt around his hips, Tony stands there expectantly in clothes much too large for him. With a smile, Loki’s hands flitter over his body, the material shrinking to the perfect size. He steps back and regards Tony in the newly fitted clothes of his adolescence and his people, and he doesn’t know how to respond.

With wide, almost teary eyes, Loki hands over the shoes from the floor beside him. Tony looks at him sceptically, “Do not fret, they will be a perfect fit.”

Finally, Tony is ready. Dressed from head to toe, looking ever so much the Prince he now technically is, being mated to Loki. Loki pulls Tony to his chest, his arms tightly around his neck and shoulders. Unsure of what is happening, Tony can do little but return the embrace. He waits a few moments before realising that Loki isn't letting go any time soon.

"Loki," he speaks into the crook of his elbow, "Um, mind telling me what's up?"

He can feel the movement of Loki's head shaking rather than see it, but is quite clear that whatever’s going through his head, he doesn’t want to discuss it. Another thing to add to that list. Taking control, Tony extracts himself from Loki's grip and holds him at arm’s length. His smile is warm and reassuring and Loki feels secure. Getting better at reading all his conflicting emotions, Tony knows to just let it all go, for now at least, and take a deep breath.

“Breakfast?” He offers graciously, and Loki all but melts in relief.

“I’d like that,” he beams.

Tony holds out his arm, bent at the elbow, and Loki links his through with a kiss to the Alphas temple. With a light tug, Tony steps forward with Loki following, “Lead the way, because I am starving.”

Notes

Not Beta'd so I apologise for mistakes, let me know if there is so I can sort it!
I am basically winging it, I have a plan, a detailed plan. But when it comes to writing it, the planned chapters end up getting split, partly because I want to get a chapter out, and partly because it works the way I'm doing it.
So currently the chapter count is 14, but who knows what will happen...If anyone has anything they want to see in future sequels, let me know and I'll see if it works with my visions ;)