Chapter 15- Tony
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"What?" The team asked. Loki laughed as I set him down. The team was just finding out we were having a kid, now they had to wrap their minds around us having twins. I laughed to myself. That's what they get for pretending to be dead.
"We're having twins." Loki repeated, calmer than how I announced. He wrapped his arm around my waist. Natasha walked up to him and put her hands on both sides of his growing stomach, her eyes narrowed and lips pressed thin. "Natalia?" She looked up.
"One's gotta be named after me." She stated before walking away. Loki looked over to me, his eyebrow raised. We both laughed at the redhead.
"We'll try, Natasha." I told her. Natasha gave a thumbs up before disappearing. I rolled my eyes. Once a spy, always a spy. Loki smiled, kissed my cheek, then sat down on the couch. I walked over to the kitchen to make his hot cocoa.
"So I shall have two nephews?" Thor asked. I looked up, glancing at Loki. "They will be warriors and die an honorable death in Ragnarok!" Thor boomed. Loki pressed his lips together.
"Or nieces, Thor, or nieces." He corrected. "And they don't have to be warriors. They're certainly not fighting in Ragnarok!" I smirked to myself, continuing making the cocoa. "As long as they fight for what they believe in and know right from wrong. No matter what, I'll still love them."
"We could always have one of both." I stated. Loki nodded.
"Huzzah!" Thor bellowed. We rolled our eyes. It didn't matter to me what gender they were, as long as they were healthy. I handed Loki the mugging, sitting down beside him. Bruce walked up and looked around.
"Tony, you've never been this quick to put away Christmas decorations." He pointed out. Loki took a sip, a slight smirk on his face. I looked away. "Unless. . ." Bruce shot me a pointed look. "Did you not celebrate Christmas?" Loki nor I answered. Bruce sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Loki, did you guys celebrate Christmas?" Loki set the mug down and looked to Bruce.
"No, we did not, Bruce." He answered before elbowing me. I scoffed, crossing my arms. "My husband here could barely eat, let alone celebrate a big holiday." He shot everyone a look. They shrunk back. "I was looking forward to it it too." He admitted. I frowned. "It would've been our first Christmas as a married couple." I gave him a hug.
"'M sorry." I mumbled. Loki patted my back.
"We can help." Steve offered. I pulled away, looking to the blonde. "We can have a Christmas in January, just the seven of us. Maybe Bucky too." He suggested. "And we'll help set up. All of us." I smiled.
"Really?" Everyone nodded. Loki smiled. "Maybe we'll put up a small tree then. But we're only inviting Bucky! No party. I don't want a party this year." Loki picked up the mug again, trying to hide his smirk. "Just family. And Bucky is family."
"Alright." Steve agreed. "We should get to planning." I smiled, resting my head on Loki's shoulder.
Natasha appeared out of nowhere. "Do you know the due date?" She asked.
"Nope." I immediately responded. I could tell Loki rolled his eyes.
"I'm guessing somewhere in July if I'm doing the math correctly." Loki stated, flicking my head. I playfully rolled my eyes. Natasha nodded.
"Hm, summer babies." She mumbled. I raised an eyebrow at her before she disappeared again. My brows furrowed. Loki chuckled softly and rested his head on mine, drinking his hot cocoa.
"You guys are too cute." Clint commented.
"You say that whenever we do something romantic. When can I start saying you and Natasha are 'too cute'?" Clint looked shocked and got all flustered.
"I'll. . . I'll shut up now." He stuttered. I smirked.
"Thank you."
"What about you, Steve? When can we start calling you and Bucky a couple?" Loki asked, smirking into his cocoa cup. Steve's cheeks and ears turned a bright red. My smirk widened.
"Yeah." I joined in. "We saw you two at our wedding. You guys couldn't keep your hands off of each other."
"Well, uh. . . um. . ." Steve attempted but fell short. Loki nodded.
"I see." He said, peering over the cup. "Captain America doesn't have the balls to ask out his best friend." The whole room erupted into fits of laughter.
"I-I do to!" Steve argued.
Loki set the cup down and leaned over his knees, closer to Steve. "Steven, I say this out of love but, you don't have the balls to hold his hand let alone ask him out."
"Is that a challenge?" He asked. I peeked up, getting intrigued. Loki smirked.
"Only if you make it one." I watched as the two stared at each other. "I say Bucky'll make the first move." Steve pressed his lips together. "When I win, hm. . ." He trailed off, thinking of what he wanted. "Apple pie made by Captain America sounds good." Steve nodded.
"And if I win?" Loki laughed as he picked up the mug again, crossed his legs, leaned back, and took a sip.
"Sweetie, you won't win." I laughed, high-fiving my husband. Loki smiled.
"Alright, Tony, stop picking on everyone." Bruce scolded.
"Yeah Anthony." Loki repeated. I kissed the top of his head and started playing with his raven black hair that he had cut shorter. I wrapped my other arm around his waist and looked into his beautiful emerald green eyes.
"Six months." I whispered. "Can you believe that? Six months before we get to carry them in our arms, our sons or daughters." Loki kissed my forehead.
"Technically, I'm already carrying them." He pointed out. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh shush."
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