Fill- A Furry Situation 4/?
anonymous
February 22 2013, 04:33:35 UTC
Bruce Banner did not know he had a guest on his floor for some time. Why? Well for one he could get nearly as distracted as Tony, and two he didn't have as much of a problem with Loki as the others did so he didn't keep as sharp an eye out for him.
Oh he would be one of the first to hunt the evil villain down should he hurt someone, but that was the thing, he was pretty sure Loki wasn't so much evil villain as overpowered kid throwing a tantrum.
Bruce was a bit of an oddity when it came to the Avengers, he was Bruce Banner, timid, genius, small build; but get him angry and you got the Hulk, huge, green, full of power, with little intelligence with which to use that power. He was one of the few who not only heard Thor's stories about Loki, he actually listened to them.
He liked the stories of the young mischief making god, the pranks that while a touch cruel, were usually done in the vein of teaching some kind of lesson. Thor even admitting the final one that sent him into banishment might have started out as a way of helping him grow up. He could even understand the exact point in Thor's stories where Loki stopped being the mischief maker and started being the villain, and as the member of the team with the most understanding of anger, Bruce could honestly say he felt an unsettling kinship with Loki.
Now though when he was walking out of his lab into the more comfortable (for the normal members of humanity if you aren't Bruce or Tony) portions of his quarters in search of a shower and maybe a cup of coffee, he found a black cat curled up on his couch. Not near it, or under it, on it. "Now what would you do if I were allergic to cats?"
A twitch of an ear and a languid stretch.
"That's what I thought, might be a cat, still Loki," Bruce commented, finishing the journey to his coffee maker, pouring himself a mug. Decaff of course, but he could fool himself into thinking he was just like Tony a couple of floors away drinking gallons of the real stuff. "Luckily enough I'm not allergic to much of anything anymore." Could an emotion be considered an allergy?
He wasn't sure what made him do it, a mix of curiosity, loneliness, and boredom probably. It was his living room and couch Loki had taken over after all, Bruce took his mug over and sat down next to the feline, causing the cat to immediately curl up in a ball. He didn't run though, even with the Hulk not a foot away from him. "I'm not going to hurt you." Bruce affirmed. "No point, you are a ward of SHIELD right now, until you get loose or cause trouble, you won't be harmed. Some of us might try to get around those orders, I wouldn't get too friendly with Hawkeye right away, but I won't do anything to you unless you give me a reason." The ball 'o cat uncurled a bit, Loki was listening at least.
"I don't know how the others feel, but I can not judge you, look at the destruction and chaos that follows me when the Other Guy gets out. I know you cannot speak, but someone as clever as you can probably answer, is that why you are here in plain sight? You know I am safe, where the others might not be until you are capable of defending your actions verbally?" Bruce knew if someone who didn't know the story walked in and saw him having a serious conversation with a cat, they would think he had spent too long in his lab again. Hey at least he talked to living creatures, Tony talked to robots.
Well look at that, a cat nodding, at least he was right in that Loki would answer when he wanted to. Bruce's eyes strayed to Loki's puffed out middle, "I'm not much of a vet, but I've been a doctor in some poor conditions for a long time. You don't have a lot of reasons to trust me I know, but I hope you realize if you thought something might be going wrong you would find a way to let me know. I wouldn't let them suffer, they are innocent."
This nod was a lot slower, not one of agreement, just showing he understood the offer.
Fill- A Furry Situation 5/?
anonymous
February 26 2013, 16:19:19 UTC
Bruce and Tony were an odd but surprisingly good pair of friends. Ever since that first meeting, and the incident with the pointy stick and Tony's almost childlike enthusiasm for new puzzles, they had been spending more time with each other. New projects and prototypes were shared and unveiled for debate and critiques from someone who might just be smart enough to understand them for once.
In other words, they were showing off. This time it wasn't about money for Tony, or anger for Bruce, just the pure adrenaline rush of new knowledge and fresh ideas, with a partner capable of keeping up.
This time they were meeting on Bruce's floor, his idea under inspection, a plan for a more efficient and cost effective method of making contaminated water safe to drink. Many of the infections and diseases he was working on treating when SHIELD picked him up were passed through dirty water. They needed a way to clean the water, that could be widely distributed to the people, and was easily stored without refrigeration or electricity.
"Tablet form is still probably the best way to store and distribute any formula we do come up with, unless it is a shelf stable liquid of some type." Tony commented, eyes tracking the complicated equations like they were bed time reading.
Bruce thought about it, "The tablets we have now do work, but there are flaws, if we can improve on them maybe we can get them to work better. I like the potential of a liquid. A few drops in a pitcher of water to neutralize contaminates. We may even be able to get the formula more concentrated in a liquid state."
Suddenly Tony broke off from the discussion, "Hey Bruce, I know you are excited about this water thing, but you don't have to play footsie with me."
"I'm not!" Bruce protested,not able to stop the reflexive protest to Iron Man's goading.
Looking down, "What the? Loki!" Tony found the cat rubbing up against his leg. At hearing his name, he looked up at both the men and meowed.
"Is something wrong?" Bruce found himself asking, before nearly kicking himself at remembering Loki couldn't answer him even if he wanted to.
Tony laughed, "Yeah, is Timmy in the well?"
Loki glared at Tony, before looking back at Bruce, and turning to deliberately nudge his stomach. "Oh, okay, something to do with the kittens." Bruce realized, voice softening. Even Tony's posture started looking more serious as Bruce knelt down and carefully picked up Loki, somewhat surprised the Asgardian turned cat allowed the Hulk to handle him. "Tony, can you grab a couple blankets from the living room and meet me in the exam room?" He asked, needing to check Loki over, but wanting him to be comfortable too.
Loki was laying complacently in his arms, not fighting the hold on him. Bruce's floor was home to a mini-medical wing devoted exclusively to the Avengers. Bruce kept track of each member of the team, many of them had specialized bodies that didn't work like a typical humans, and he cared for them himself. Now he was grateful for the privacy as Tony spread out the blankets as a cushion and he gently set Loki down.
Tony watched Bruce work as he calmed Loki and ran soft hands over the feline. At first he almost left them to it, but before he went two steps, his inner good guy was biting at him, and he was back. Now he was here watching Bruce, and damn if he wasn't petting Loki. It was just stroking his head and ears, but the cat seemed to be enjoying it.
"Loki, are you in labor?" Bruce inquired after a few minutes.
Tony felt the ears twitch under his hand, and they both saw him nod slowly.
Bruce stroked his hand soothingly along Loki's back, "Do you need help, is that why you came to us?"
This time a shake of the head.
"I think I know why, you just didn't want to be alone did you?" Tony observed.
This response took a lot longer, and it was a nod, proving sometimes the Iron Man did know what he was talking about. Which was how him and Bruce became friends in the first place actually.
Fill- A Furry Situation 6/?tattooedfantasyFebruary 27 2013, 00:20:57 UTC
A/N This is the same person that was writing the story before, I decided to go ahead and make an account. I'm proud of my writing, so I don't really see the point of going Anon, even if I do decide to fill a few prompts that aren't exactly vanilla.
A Furry Situation
Loki really didn't quite know what made him do it. All he did know was when he realized what was happening the thought of spending another moment by himself was unbearable. The mortal, the doctor with the soft voice and haunted eyes, he sought him out. Only, when he did find the man, he wasn't alone.
He spied on the pair for a bit, to determine how safe it would be to approach, but time was not on his side and mother nature was getting in the way. He would need to make a choice soon, or risk not having enough time to find himself a good place to deliver.
So of course when he finally did decide maybe the midgardians deserved a chance, what did the Man of Iron do? Make a joke of his situation. The specifics were lost on him, but he had no doubt there was a jest in the words.
The comfort he found from Bruce Banner almost made up for the indignity, almost.
The petting during the simple exam had nothing to do with Loki's forgiveness either, though if Starrk would just get a little more to the left, ah yes, right there.
Then came the question, "Loki, are you in labor?" And everything became real as he nodded, especially as Tony figured out he hadn't needed help, he just didn't want to be alone anymore.
"Well, we aren't going to kick you out," Bruce told him, and for some reason the simple humor in the statement had Loki relaxing.
"Still getting used to the whole male god, girl cat thing," Tony muttered. Loki nipped his hand, which considering the amount of blood he had drawn from Thor not too long ago, Tony considered that a warning. "Okay, okay, touchy subject."
Loki just shook his head incredulously, it would be so much nicer when he could talk again. These two might just be fun to play with.
"Aren't you supposed to be riddled with pain or something?" Tony responded, Bruce carefully not mentioning he was arguing with a cat.
How in the heck was Loki supposed to say it did hurt, but it wasn't like he hadn't been through this before, and he'd had worse?
Bruce had to hold back a laugh, "Did he just try to shrug?"
"I think so," Tony agreed.
Loki set his head down on the blanket Tony had brought on Bruce's order, and couldn't help but think maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. When the hand was back petting his ears, and another stroking his back, well, the qualifiers may have left his sentence, but he wasn't about to let them know about it.
Fill- A Furry Situation 7/?tattooedfantasyFebruary 27 2013, 04:13:47 UTC
"Here Loki, you should try to drink something," Bruce had a small dish of water for him, and was helping him reach it easier.
Both men could tell Loki was getting closer to the end, his breathing had changed, and he had laid his body out to better accommodate the kittens exit.
"This is kind of cool, death I have seen a lot of, first time I've been around to see a birth; animal or otherwise." Tony admitted. Hey he was a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist; nowhere on that list was midwife located.
Bruce was setting the empty water dish out of the way, "I have attended a few before," This was said for both Loki and Tony's benefit. "I much prefer this side of the life cycle."
They were distracted as Loki bumped his head into Tony's hand, he had gotten used to having to give physical ques to get their attention, another bump to make sure he had achieved his goal and he gave a mewl of warning before burying his nose into his fur covered side. Every muscle in the feline's body pulled tight with the strain of what was undeniably a push.
Loki felt his first kitten come, an explosion of pain and effort resulting in a wet, warm, tiny, wriggling, perfect little creature. A female. Coal black like him. He barely had time to get her to his belly and warm milk before the next one was demanding his attention.
This one was bigger, the head harder to pass, pain more intense, but in the end the same perfection. A male, mottled and dappled with black and grey like his sire. He was louder than his sister, protesting the loss of the warm watery world he had always known. A chance at supper helped calm him down, seems like food was a universal calming agent for all children no matter the species.
A short break gave Loki, and a very cautious Bruce, a few moments to get the first two dried off a little better, before Loki's third kitten joined the world. A female, with a calico coat that lived up to Loki's title as god of chaos. The kitten was almost worryingly small though, once settled next to her brother it was hard to believe they were from the same litter at all. Loki put her the closest to him, so he could lick and fuss over her.
Bruce saw it, "We will take care of her Loki, anything we can do for her will be done, I promise." Loki knew he meant it.
As worried as he was, he couldn't drop everything though, because he wasn't finished yet. He was pushing again, hoping this one wouldn't be another small kitten. Okay it wasn't small, but it didn't feel right, what the, oh backwards. Happened with animals, he needed to calm down, just breathe and push. There it was. Another male. What was it with his sons giving him trouble? He had black fur like the oldest kitten, but his was longer then the girl's.
"Do you think that's all of them?" Tony asked, an odd note in his voice looking at the kittens. Even Bruce couldn't place it.
Loki was about to nod, he'd been guessing four all along, when he quickly had to shake his head, no he wasn't done. A fifth kitten had been hiding from him. A few more pushes and a pretty little female tabby was added to his family. Bigger than the third, but smaller than the others, she would also need some extra watching to make sure she grew properly.
A/N no severe angst, but tell me what wouldn't melt an Avenger's heart quicker than a mama Loki looking after a tiny kitty?
Re: Fill- A Furry Situation 7/?
anonymous
February 27 2013, 10:28:34 UTC
I worship at your feet. This is just such wonderful fluff. When I don't want heavy angst, this is just the sort of story I seek out to relax and enjoy.
Re: Fill- A Furry Situation 7/?tattooedfantasyFebruary 28 2013, 01:45:29 UTC
I could tell you, but what would be the fun in that? :) I have some plans, kitty cuddles are in store for all the Avengers at some point; including Uncle Thor.
Fill- A Furry Situation 8/?tattooedfantasyMay 24 2013, 03:40:22 UTC
Loki was curled tightly around his five kittens, sleeping off the exhaustion from their birth, and unknowingly to him he was being observed.
They had been carefully moved from the uncomfortable lab into one of the spare rooms on Bruce's floor while he was still awake, so he wouldn't panic if he awoke in unfamiliar territory. Unfortunately once the new family was settled in Tony and Bruce were obligated to report the kittens' arrival as all the Avengers were instructed when Loki was given permission to stay at the tower.
That lead to the current situation with an observer in Loki's room, that the occupant was unaware of.
Loki was far too paranoid for that to last long, no matter how exhausted he was, and he was soon waking and finally having access to his magic again, switched back into his true Asgardian self, albeit a bit bedraggled from the recent experience. "Get away from them!" You might have though he was still partially a cat with how much hiss there was to his words. He made sure to gather their tiny forms against his much larger body carefully, so that they would be safe should he need to move if Thor provoked him.
"Calm yourself my brother, I simply wanted to congratulate you, and see the new members of the family." Thor spoke quickly, seeing the defensive moves for what they were.
Too tired to fight him on it, and too proud to admit it, Loki had to think fast. "If I allow you to see them, you must carry the news to mother." A bargain, something to cover his tiredness that wouldn't hurt his pride, and it would be nice to let Frigga know about his newest litter.
"I would have done so without your deals," Thor smiled blindingly at getting the opportunity to see the kittens.
Loki shifted his arm, and let Thor approach the warm ball of fuzz that was his litter clinging to each other for comfort. "You've always borne striking children, and these are no different." Thor complimented, and for a moment Loki allowed himself to feel the warmth of it. "This little one, I bet she will prove to be a true daughter of chaos." The tiny calico caught Thor's attention both for her size and her riotous coloring.
"She will need watching." Loki agreed, and if it were anyone else they would have thought he meant the statement, but this was his brother.
Thor looked at the kitten again, "When we were boys, it was difficult to get you to come to the training yard with the rest of us. The others picked on you for being a good bit smaller then the rest of us, and for most of our youth it proved disastrous for you. Until that is, you found your own way, standing against us using your slender build, honing agility over strength to win pride of place in many sparring matches. You've bested me when your head isn't so full of shadows and darkness. She is small now and will need your care, but she will grow to find her own kind of strength just as you did."
Loki Silvertongue was struck speechless, and Thor added to his inability to think by not jumping on the opportunity to tease him.
"I will tell Mother and Father about your litter, and when you've named them, I will pass those along as well." Thor restated, leaving Loki to his thoughts and kittens.
The main thing running through Loki's head at that moment, what the heck happened to his moron of a brother?
Oh he would be one of the first to hunt the evil villain down should he hurt someone, but that was the thing, he was pretty sure Loki wasn't so much evil villain as overpowered kid throwing a tantrum.
Bruce was a bit of an oddity when it came to the Avengers, he was Bruce Banner, timid, genius, small build; but get him angry and you got the Hulk, huge, green, full of power, with little intelligence with which to use that power. He was one of the few who not only heard Thor's stories about Loki, he actually listened to them.
He liked the stories of the young mischief making god, the pranks that while a touch cruel, were usually done in the vein of teaching some kind of lesson. Thor even admitting the final one that sent him into banishment might have started out as a way of helping him grow up. He could even understand the exact point in Thor's stories where Loki stopped being the mischief maker and started being the villain, and as the member of the team with the most understanding of anger, Bruce could honestly say he felt an unsettling kinship with Loki.
Now though when he was walking out of his lab into the more comfortable (for the normal members of humanity if you aren't Bruce or Tony) portions of his quarters in search of a shower and maybe a cup of coffee, he found a black cat curled up on his couch. Not near it, or under it, on it. "Now what would you do if I were allergic to cats?"
A twitch of an ear and a languid stretch.
"That's what I thought, might be a cat, still Loki," Bruce commented, finishing the journey to his coffee maker, pouring himself a mug. Decaff of course, but he could fool himself into thinking he was just like Tony a couple of floors away drinking gallons of the real stuff. "Luckily enough I'm not allergic to much of anything anymore." Could an emotion be considered an allergy?
He wasn't sure what made him do it, a mix of curiosity, loneliness, and boredom probably. It was his living room and couch Loki had taken over after all, Bruce took his mug over and sat down next to the feline, causing the cat to immediately curl up in a ball. He didn't run though, even with the Hulk not a foot away from him. "I'm not going to hurt you." Bruce affirmed. "No point, you are a ward of SHIELD right now, until you get loose or cause trouble, you won't be harmed. Some of us might try to get around those orders, I wouldn't get too friendly with Hawkeye right away, but I won't do anything to you unless you give me a reason." The ball 'o cat uncurled a bit, Loki was listening at least.
"I don't know how the others feel, but I can not judge you, look at the destruction and chaos that follows me when the Other Guy gets out. I know you cannot speak, but someone as clever as you can probably answer, is that why you are here in plain sight? You know I am safe, where the others might not be until you are capable of defending your actions verbally?" Bruce knew if someone who didn't know the story walked in and saw him having a serious conversation with a cat, they would think he had spent too long in his lab again. Hey at least he talked to living creatures, Tony talked to robots.
Well look at that, a cat nodding, at least he was right in that Loki would answer when he wanted to. Bruce's eyes strayed to Loki's puffed out middle, "I'm not much of a vet, but I've been a doctor in some poor conditions for a long time. You don't have a lot of reasons to trust me I know, but I hope you realize if you thought something might be going wrong you would find a way to let me know. I wouldn't let them suffer, they are innocent."
This nod was a lot slower, not one of agreement, just showing he understood the offer.
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In other words, they were showing off. This time it wasn't about money for Tony, or anger for Bruce, just the pure adrenaline rush of new knowledge and fresh ideas, with a partner capable of keeping up.
This time they were meeting on Bruce's floor, his idea under inspection, a plan for a more efficient and cost effective method of making contaminated water safe to drink. Many of the infections and diseases he was working on treating when SHIELD picked him up were passed through dirty water. They needed a way to clean the water, that could be widely distributed to the people, and was easily stored without refrigeration or electricity.
"Tablet form is still probably the best way to store and distribute any formula we do come up with, unless it is a shelf stable liquid of some type." Tony commented, eyes tracking the complicated equations like they were bed time reading.
Bruce thought about it, "The tablets we have now do work, but there are flaws, if we can improve on them maybe we can get them to work better. I like the potential of a liquid. A few drops in a pitcher of water to neutralize contaminates. We may even be able to get the formula more concentrated in a liquid state."
Suddenly Tony broke off from the discussion, "Hey Bruce, I know you are excited about this water thing, but you don't have to play footsie with me."
"I'm not!" Bruce protested,not able to stop the reflexive protest to Iron Man's goading.
Looking down, "What the? Loki!" Tony found the cat rubbing up against his leg. At hearing his name, he looked up at both the men and meowed.
"Is something wrong?" Bruce found himself asking, before nearly kicking himself at remembering Loki couldn't answer him even if he wanted to.
Tony laughed, "Yeah, is Timmy in the well?"
Loki glared at Tony, before looking back at Bruce, and turning to deliberately nudge his stomach. "Oh, okay, something to do with the kittens." Bruce realized, voice softening. Even Tony's posture started looking more serious as Bruce knelt down and carefully picked up Loki, somewhat surprised the Asgardian turned cat allowed the Hulk to handle him. "Tony, can you grab a couple blankets from the living room and meet me in the exam room?" He asked, needing to check Loki over, but wanting him to be comfortable too.
Loki was laying complacently in his arms, not fighting the hold on him. Bruce's floor was home to a mini-medical wing devoted exclusively to the Avengers. Bruce kept track of each member of the team, many of them had specialized bodies that didn't work like a typical humans, and he cared for them himself. Now he was grateful for the privacy as Tony spread out the blankets as a cushion and he gently set Loki down.
Tony watched Bruce work as he calmed Loki and ran soft hands over the feline. At first he almost left them to it, but before he went two steps, his inner good guy was biting at him, and he was back. Now he was here watching Bruce, and damn if he wasn't petting Loki. It was just stroking his head and ears, but the cat seemed to be enjoying it.
"Loki, are you in labor?" Bruce inquired after a few minutes.
Tony felt the ears twitch under his hand, and they both saw him nod slowly.
Bruce stroked his hand soothingly along Loki's back, "Do you need help, is that why you came to us?"
This time a shake of the head.
"I think I know why, you just didn't want to be alone did you?" Tony observed.
This response took a lot longer, and it was a nod, proving sometimes the Iron Man did know what he was talking about. Which was how him and Bruce became friends in the first place actually.
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A Furry Situation
Loki really didn't quite know what made him do it. All he did know was when he realized what was happening the thought of spending another moment by himself was unbearable. The mortal, the doctor with the soft voice and haunted eyes, he sought him out. Only, when he did find the man, he wasn't alone.
He spied on the pair for a bit, to determine how safe it would be to approach, but time was not on his side and mother nature was getting in the way. He would need to make a choice soon, or risk not having enough time to find himself a good place to deliver.
So of course when he finally did decide maybe the midgardians deserved a chance, what did the Man of Iron do? Make a joke of his situation. The specifics were lost on him, but he had no doubt there was a jest in the words.
The comfort he found from Bruce Banner almost made up for the indignity, almost.
The petting during the simple exam had nothing to do with Loki's forgiveness either, though if Starrk would just get a little more to the left, ah yes, right there.
Then came the question, "Loki, are you in labor?" And everything became real as he nodded, especially as Tony figured out he hadn't needed help, he just didn't want to be alone anymore.
"Well, we aren't going to kick you out," Bruce told him, and for some reason the simple humor in the statement had Loki relaxing.
"Still getting used to the whole male god, girl cat thing," Tony muttered. Loki nipped his hand, which considering the amount of blood he had drawn from Thor not too long ago, Tony considered that a warning. "Okay, okay, touchy subject."
Loki just shook his head incredulously, it would be so much nicer when he could talk again. These two might just be fun to play with.
"Aren't you supposed to be riddled with pain or something?" Tony responded, Bruce carefully not mentioning he was arguing with a cat.
How in the heck was Loki supposed to say it did hurt, but it wasn't like he hadn't been through this before, and he'd had worse?
Bruce had to hold back a laugh, "Did he just try to shrug?"
"I think so," Tony agreed.
Loki set his head down on the blanket Tony had brought on Bruce's order, and couldn't help but think maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. When the hand was back petting his ears, and another stroking his back, well, the qualifiers may have left his sentence, but he wasn't about to let them know about it.
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Both men could tell Loki was getting closer to the end, his breathing had changed, and he had laid his body out to better accommodate the kittens exit.
"This is kind of cool, death I have seen a lot of, first time I've been around to see a birth; animal or otherwise." Tony admitted. Hey he was a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist; nowhere on that list was midwife located.
Bruce was setting the empty water dish out of the way, "I have attended a few before," This was said for both Loki and Tony's benefit. "I much prefer this side of the life cycle."
They were distracted as Loki bumped his head into Tony's hand, he had gotten used to having to give physical ques to get their attention, another bump to make sure he had achieved his goal and he gave a mewl of warning before burying his nose into his fur covered side. Every muscle in the feline's body pulled tight with the strain of what was undeniably a push.
Loki felt his first kitten come, an explosion of pain and effort resulting in a wet, warm, tiny, wriggling, perfect little creature. A female. Coal black like him. He barely had time to get her to his belly and warm milk before the next one was demanding his attention.
This one was bigger, the head harder to pass, pain more intense, but in the end the same perfection. A male, mottled and dappled with black and grey like his sire. He was louder than his sister, protesting the loss of the warm watery world he had always known. A chance at supper helped calm him down, seems like food was a universal calming agent for all children no matter the species.
A short break gave Loki, and a very cautious Bruce, a few moments to get the first two dried off a little better, before Loki's third kitten joined the world. A female, with a calico coat that lived up to Loki's title as god of chaos. The kitten was almost worryingly small though, once settled next to her brother it was hard to believe they were from the same litter at all. Loki put her the closest to him, so he could lick and fuss over her.
Bruce saw it, "We will take care of her Loki, anything we can do for her will be done, I promise." Loki knew he meant it.
As worried as he was, he couldn't drop everything though, because he wasn't finished yet. He was pushing again, hoping this one wouldn't be another small kitten. Okay it wasn't small, but it didn't feel right, what the, oh backwards. Happened with animals, he needed to calm down, just breathe and push. There it was. Another male. What was it with his sons giving him trouble? He had black fur like the oldest kitten, but his was longer then the girl's.
"Do you think that's all of them?" Tony asked, an odd note in his voice looking at the kittens. Even Bruce couldn't place it.
Loki was about to nod, he'd been guessing four all along, when he quickly had to shake his head, no he wasn't done. A fifth kitten had been hiding from him. A few more pushes and a pretty little female tabby was added to his family. Bigger than the third, but smaller than the others, she would also need some extra watching to make sure she grew properly.
A/N no severe angst, but tell me what wouldn't melt an Avenger's heart quicker than a mama Loki looking after a tiny kitty?
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They had been carefully moved from the uncomfortable lab into one of the spare rooms on Bruce's floor while he was still awake, so he wouldn't panic if he awoke in unfamiliar territory. Unfortunately once the new family was settled in Tony and Bruce were obligated to report the kittens' arrival as all the Avengers were instructed when Loki was given permission to stay at the tower.
That lead to the current situation with an observer in Loki's room, that the occupant was unaware of.
Loki was far too paranoid for that to last long, no matter how exhausted he was, and he was soon waking and finally having access to his magic again, switched back into his true Asgardian self, albeit a bit bedraggled from the recent experience. "Get away from them!" You might have though he was still partially a cat with how much hiss there was to his words. He made sure to gather their tiny forms against his much larger body carefully, so that they would be safe should he need to move if Thor provoked him.
"Calm yourself my brother, I simply wanted to congratulate you, and see the new members of the family." Thor spoke quickly, seeing the defensive moves for what they were.
Too tired to fight him on it, and too proud to admit it, Loki had to think fast. "If I allow you to see them, you must carry the news to mother." A bargain, something to cover his tiredness that wouldn't hurt his pride, and it would be nice to let Frigga know about his newest litter.
"I would have done so without your deals," Thor smiled blindingly at getting the opportunity to see the kittens.
Loki shifted his arm, and let Thor approach the warm ball of fuzz that was his litter clinging to each other for comfort. "You've always borne striking children, and these are no different." Thor complimented, and for a moment Loki allowed himself to feel the warmth of it. "This little one, I bet she will prove to be a true daughter of chaos." The tiny calico caught Thor's attention both for her size and her riotous coloring.
"She will need watching." Loki agreed, and if it were anyone else they would have thought he meant the statement, but this was his brother.
Thor looked at the kitten again, "When we were boys, it was difficult to get you to come to the training yard with the rest of us. The others picked on you for being a good bit smaller then the rest of us, and for most of our youth it proved disastrous for you. Until that is, you found your own way, standing against us using your slender build, honing agility over strength to win pride of place in many sparring matches. You've bested me when your head isn't so full of shadows and darkness. She is small now and will need your care, but she will grow to find her own kind of strength just as you did."
Loki Silvertongue was struck speechless, and Thor added to his inability to think by not jumping on the opportunity to tease him.
"I will tell Mother and Father about your litter, and when you've named them, I will pass those along as well." Thor restated, leaving Loki to his thoughts and kittens.
The main thing running through Loki's head at that moment, what the heck happened to his moron of a brother?
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An update! I've been so worried!
Good on Thor for being all understanding and not an arse.
And Loki can speak again. Goooooood.
I love this, just so you know.
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