A/N: Time frame wise, this is set 8 years after Burning Curve, for reference. :)

So updates might be a little slow as I deal with some big personal stuff. If you're interested you can read about it at my Tumblr. megaranoelle . tumblr . com

The Avengers, Loki, Iron Man, or anything of the like. Just the thoughts inside my head. And taking some personal freedoms with mythology and lore.

"Oi!" Tony's eyes widened a little and there was a little giggle. "There are Several things wrong with this scene."

Tony turned his head to look at Tomas who was standing in the doorway of the lab. There was some clapping and he looked back down at the little girl sitting on the table in front of him, holding onto one of his screwdrivers in one hand. "Don't encourage your brother." She giggled and put her hands over her nose.

"I got yelled at for building a telescope when I was 13, but she gets to chill in the lab with you, While you work?" Tomas walked over to the two of them. At 22, Tomas was three inches taller than Tony, his hair dark brown and short and spiked. He was working on his Master's in Astronomy and getting ready to start a study abroad in the Canary Islands at one of the world's top Planetarium's.

"You were using tools without supervision, including a welding torch," Tony pointed at him, the little girl mirroring his movements. "You could have lost a limb. You had that coming. Now this adorable little cupcake," Tony turned and picked her up, making her squeal in his hands. "She's obviously being supervised while she waves this incredible fake screwdriver around."

"You spoil her so much," Tomas shook his head a little. He suddenly darted forward and stole the toddler from Tony's arms and took off running, cackling.

"Hey! That's mine!" Tony took off running after him. The little girl with pigtails just laughed as she was cradled in her older brothers arms as they ran.

Tomas almost stumbled through the door to Tony and Loki's floor and suddenly face planted when someone tripped him, taking the toddler from his arms at the same time. Tony ran through the door and tripped over Tomas, unable to stop before running into him.

"Hello Melli!" Sander grinned as he held onto the little girl.

She pat his cheeks and smiled. "San! San!" Sander settled her into his arms and turned away from the two on the floor, heading back for the living room. Sander had the same dark hair as Tomas, but his was longer, held back loosely with a hair tie.

"I found Melisande!" Sander announced when he walked back into the living room. Loki looked up and the little girls smile brightened when she saw him.

Tony pushed himself up first, kicking Tomas's shoulder, and headed for the living room. Sander was setting his 15 month old daughter on the floor, holding onto her hands. Tony took a breath as his eye lids fluttered suddenly, his eyes rolling up slightly. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second before opening them again. He had seen this moment before, seen it quite clearly from the time he was visited by one of the Fates.

Melisande started to walk towards Loki, laughing when Sander lifted her up in the air, kicking her legs out. "So you are the one that we can blame," Loki looked at his son, eyebrow raised. Melisande hopped slowly over to Loki and he reached out his hands to take hers before she flopped back on her butt. "Whenever we walk now, she insists that we swing her." Sander started to cackle much like his brother did a minute ago.

Tony blinked, snapping out of his mind when Tomas walked past him into the room. "I'll have you know, that I found her first, he just took the credit for it."

"She's just over a year old," Loki said he picked up his daughter into his arms. "You'll both have plenty of time to find her from where ever he Dad decides to hide her." Melisande cooed when she bumped her little nose against Loki's.

"If I can figure out how, she'll never grow up and she'll never leave the house," Tony said as he walked in, passing the twins.

"You never spoiled us like that," Tomas said, putting on a over exaggerated pout. Loki snorted loudly.

"I got both of you dogs when you were five," Tony reminded them, dropping to sit on the back of the couch.

Loki shook his head a little and hefted the girl in one arm, grabbing her favorite stuffed animal with the other arm and headed out of the living room. "Your Dad is a very special man," he told the Melisande as she took the stuffed polar bear, laying her head on Loki's shoulder. Loki wiggled his fingers, letting little green swirls pass around her face, making her smile as she became sleepy. "One day, you'll grow older, you'll meet someone and tell your Dad that you want to marry them. That will be one of the hardest days for him, because he is special." He walked into her room as she yawned. "Sleep little bear." He kissed her forehead as he put her down in her bed for a nap.

Tony glanced over when Loki walked back into the living and a shiver ran down his back. He frowned a little but shook it off. "Munchkin fall asleep already?" Loki nodded, tugging on a chunk of Tony's hair gently as he walked behind him. "Alright, that means the alcoholic content can come out."

"You don't let dad drink when Meli is awake?" Sander asked as Tony got up, heading to the kitchen.

"He limits himself," Loki told them. "He's done that since Kaia was born."

"Until each kids hits the age of 16!" Tony called out from the kitchen. They could hear the tinks of ice cubes hitting a glass. "I'm perfectly capable of limiting my alcohol intake."

"You're adorable, Dad." Tomas grinned as Tony walked back out, rolling his eyes.

"I need more alcohol when you two are around." Tony toasted them with a glass of scotch.

"I do so love it when the whole family is together," Loki commented dryly.

"When are you two going back out to Malibu?" Sander asked, trying to ignore the faces that Tomas and Tony were making at each other.

"Most likely after your brother leaves for his flight," Loki told him. "Your Dad doesn't want to spent another winter freezing, so he'll subject us all to the possible balmy weather of Malibu."

"With my luck, it'll be March, winter will be ending, and then we'll have to go to Jotunheim, and I'll end up still cold," Tony argued. "I'm banking all of my warm weather days." Loki and Sander looked at each other, internally sighing. "Just to remind you all, I am the only one not graced with the Jotun genes to tolerate extreme cold."

"Sounds like a whiny mortal thing to me." Tomas grinned, making sure that there was a couch between him and Tony. He did not anticipate Tony downing his drink in one and jumping over the couch to tackle him.