a cloud of sparkling dust.

"I can't lie to your boss about you guys' whereabouts. I'd be considered a traitor to this nation or whatever. And I needed to tell him why I'm making him go to Ella's ballet class and sit there with the horny divorced moms," Klara explained before rolling her eyes at what he said next. "You know, even if Raf doesn't babble; even though Tony is not going to notice however many millions this apartment costs, gone from his bank account, he is definitely going to notice his bambino leaving his nest," she countered with a hum and pressed a kiss to Thora's head. "Shall we go, darlings, or are we going to be standing here like idiots?"

Johnny narrowed his eyes. “Okay, first of all, I didn't ask for a Rafael and horny divorced moms visual at 10 am on a Saturday morning. Also, he’s going to come back with five numbers and at least one shitty banana bread.” He shifted Lovie on his hip and gave Klara a pointed look. “Second, you absolutely could’ve lied. You just didn’t want to. Which is worse. That’s worse." Johnny pulled his hair out of Lovie's grasp, not missing a beat. "And I’m well aware of the fallout, thanks. I’m already planning for the calls. One from Tony, one from Dad, and then an in person follow-up from Tony in the Iron Man suit, threatening death on my boyfriend if he fucks up." Then, with one final eye roll, Johnny pulled Loki up with his free hand. “Let’s go, Your Majesty. Before Klara threatens to drive.” He turned to the door. “Which you're not. I'm not dying between you three in that Barbie death trap."

Klara rolled her eyes at her best friend's words and just held Javi a bit closer, rocking him gently in her arms. "Speaking of Johnny," she mused. "How sure are we that he cannot get pregnant? At this point you never know with these brothers," she wondered and looked at Loki. "You will have a chance to put on some normal clothes and leave this house, get some fresh, crisp New York air -- he asked me to accompany him at apartment viewings on Saturday," Klara suggested and gently placed Javi next to his sister in their crib. She watched them for a moment, smiling at how cute they looked together. "Do you need anything from me? Apart from earplugs and baby melatonin?"

“They’re lucky they’re cute,” he muttered, but the sarcasm softened as he glanced back toward the crib. Then, Loki let out a snort. "If baby Stark ends up pregnant, I'll move to another timeline. There are enough magical anomalies in this family and we don't need his reckless ass being pregnant to add to the list." Loki looked over at her and smirked, before shaking his head. "I'm fine, darling. I didn't think I would be, but I am." He walked out with her. "So, does Tony know he's moving out or is he springing this on him? I want to be there when his head explodes."

"Deal," Klara chuckled as she leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll handle your mother while you hide behind your five-foot-nothing girlfriend," she teased, running her hand through Rafael's curls. Her expression softened as he continued talking, and when he finished, she leaned in to kiss him again. "I know, kærasti. We will get married... eventually. I already have at least three dresses planned in my head for the day," she said with a smirk. "We're already a family, we'll just wait a little longer to make it official with God. I want to marry you because it also is important to me, I just want to wait a little bit," Klara explained and looked into the living room, smiling as she watched Ella help Lovie take wobbly steps towards her toys. "Your mum is going to be too busy planning the twins' baptisms anyway."

“Mm. I like the sound of eventually,” he mused, his voice softer now. “I don’t care if it’s in a church, on a beach, or in the living room. As long as it’s you, querida.” Rafael smiled and kissed the side of her head, then glanced to the living room where Ella was clapping as Lovie waddled around. "Giving birth to Ella was the only thing my ex did right," he commented, wrapping ins arms around Klara and bringing her back against his chest. "She really has become the best big sister."

"Well, she would have demanded a bunny sooner or later. So it really isn't my fault," Mateo countered with a smirk. When Johnny pulled him in, his own arms wrapped around his boyfriend's waist and he smiled against his lips. "We'd see each other every day if we weren't long distance, babe," he chuckled at his question. "Completely unrelated to you, but a second restaurant in New York has been going in my mind for a couple years anyway," he shrugged. "Maybe a bit related to you," he added with a smirk.

He sat down on the arm of the couch, brow raised as Mateo spoke. "Second restaurant in New York, huh? That sounds suspiciously like you’re trying to stalk me full-time.” Johnny grinned and tugged him even closer, legs bracketing Mateo’s hips now. “Not that I’m complaining,” he added, kissing him again. After a moment, Johnny dropped his hands to rest against his boyfriend's chest, knowing what Mateo was really saying, and pulled back to look at him. "Are you sure?"

“I would like to think so. But knowing us, they will end up being spoiled as f-u-c-k,” Edward whispered into his husband’s ear and looked at him with a smirk. He gently started rocking Thora when she started getting unsettled, and eventually she drifted off back to sleep. He smiled when Eisa asked her question and nodded in agreement. “And they couldn’t have asked for a better big sister,” he added and ran his hand through Eisa’s blonde curls. He shifted ever so slightly when Loki leaned back against his chest, making sure everyone was still comfortable. “You’ve done your job, mi amor. Now you just rest, and I will take care of everything. The Avengers will have to survive having to follow the law for once while I’m gone.”

Loki huffed a quiet laugh, the sound more fond than mocking. “Spoiled beyond reason, no doubt,” he agreed, tilting his head back to catch Edward’s smirk with one of his own. “Mm. Let them tremble in your absence, love,” he murmured, reaching up lazily to brush his fingers over Edward’s jawline. “If they’re lucky, there won't be any earth-shattering lawsuits while you're away. I'll be gone too, so that helps," Loki teased, his expression softening when Eisa giggled again, letting Javi wrap his little hand around her finger. “We have built something ridiculously perfect,” he said, eventually, just watching them. "I intend to blame you entirely for it. Also, fairly usre I'm never doing that again."

"I don't think we'll be getting any sleep. At least not when this one is concerned,'' Edward chuckled as he nodded at their daughter, who was finally asleep after her little concert. He smiled against Loki's lips and pressed another kiss to the top of his head. His smile widened when Eisa walked into the room. Initially unsure what to do or think, she quickly made herself comfortable against her dad. "Hola princesa," he smiled and leaned forward to kiss her cheek before handing Javi to Loki, just so he could help Eisa hold the baby. "Say hello to your baby brother," Edward mused and adjusted the hold he had on Thora to ensure she wouldn't wake up and start screaming again.

Loki smiled, watching the way Eisa cradled Javi. “She’s a natural,” he murmured as Javi’s little fingers twitched against Eisa’s hand. He shifted Thora just slightly. “Mm. I think she approves,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of Edward’s ear as he spoke. “We might survive this after all.” Then Thora stirred, a sigh escaping her, and Loki froze—but thankfully, she settled just as quickly. Eisa giggled again, tracing the faint blue shimmer on Javi’s cheek. 'Are they magic, too?' She asked, looking up at her fathers. Loki nodded, "They are," he said. "That's why they'll need their big sister." He pressed a kiss to the top of their oldest's head, leaning back against Edward's chest. Despite the cute scene unfolding before them, he still pouted, "I really do feel like someone threw a planet at me, though."

Bucky merely rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's reaction to his words. But truly there was nothing else but pure fondness behind his gaze. "Keep being a smirky asshole and I will take that back, doll," he hummed matching his smirk to Sam's. He smiled against his lips but pulled back after a bit. "Well, I am not hearing anything back though, am I?”

Sam let out a quiet laugh and kept Bucky close. "Mm, is that right?” he drawled. Sam kept one hand hooked lazily at Bucky’s waist, thumb brushing underneath the hem of his shirt. "Is that a threat or a promise, baby?” He leaned in again, noses brushing, voice low and smug. “You would be hearing something back if you'd let me. You’re too busy making threats with that pretty mouth to notice.” Sam met his his gaze and smirked, pulling him in to kiss him again. "I love you too, Sergeant."

At this point, Mateo was beginning to think it's time to get a place in New York. Or at least a lifetime voucher with American Airlines. "Hi cariño," he smiled against Johnny's lips before walking into his boyfriend's apartment. He raised his brow when he saw Eisa laying there face flat on the floor, making weird ass noises. But Johnny's explanation quickly cleared up any confusion he had. "Well," he said, as he took Eisa into his arms and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "As someone who was around your age when my parents gave me my brothers, I can absolutely see your point. He really doesn't get it, does he?" Mateo teased and booped her nose, making her giggle and agree with him. "I wanted a bunny and they gave me your Papi," he whispered theatrically and let out a laugh when Eisa now said she wanted a bunny. "Well, fuck. He's going to kill me," he rolled his eyes playfully when they were left alone as the little blonde ran to her new room to grab her toys.

Johnny sat back on the arm of the couch. He smiled at their interaction, watching the little girl run down the hall towards the room she already designated as her own. He snorted at his boyfriend's comment and turned to look at him. "Mhm. But if he did, in his defense, with newborn twins, I don't think her bitching about a bunny would be a welcome addition." Johnny reached out for Mateo, pulling him against him. He leaned up and kissed him again. "I have a question, though." Johnny tilted his head to the side, "Do we even count as long distance if I see you very weekend?" He pressed one more kiss to his lips. Johnny smirked and leaned back a little. "I didn't even get to finish unpacking."

She knew what it would look like if the trio arrived anywhere with the twins and Lovisa in tow, especially at a house viewing. But playing a little prank on Johnny was her and Loki's plan all along, plus he needed to get out of the house if they wanted to avoid another pissed-off alien invasion. "He's on paternity leave you dumbass," Klara mused before handing Lovie to the blond. "Well, year he does we tell each other everything," she responded to his question knowing very well he was being sarcastic about it. "So, are you ready to go, or are you going to keep bitching at us?" she asked before leaning down to pick Thora out of the pram when she started wiggling, wanting to avoid yet another meltdown.

"There's a best friend code you've violated. I know it." Johnny glared at Klara, but then Lovisa started waving her little arms at him and that was enough to melt him. For the ten seconds it took him pick Lovie up, but then his look was back on Klara. "Because Rafael is going to tell my dad. Who will tell my other dad. And Tony is barely surviving at this point." He swung his niece onto his hip and booped her nose, looking between his two friends. Loki was still smirking and Johnny rolled his eyes. "You know we're going to look like a weird polygamy relationship."

"You know, maybe if you stop calling her an "it", she will stop crying," Klara hummed as she walked into the nursery. She got there as soon as she could after her best friend sent her a dramatic text. She took Javi in her arms, adjusting him slightly just so he was more comfortable. "Hello, my little prince," she pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Where's your husband?" Klara asked as she glanced at Thora. "She might be super colicky much like Lovie used to be. Honestly, I'd just used a silencing spell to avoid a mental breakdown and to make sure Raf could get some sleep before work,” she murmured and focused her gaze on Loki. “Let’s try some white noise first, okay? Maybe some earplugs, too.”

"I'll revoke the it when she stops being an it." Thora blinked up at her with her big blue eyes and he rolled his. "He's picking Eisa up from Johnny's," he continued, "I told him to take her to lunch. Make an afternoon of it. Take his time." He paused to look at Thora as she finally settled down in his arms. Loki's expression softened a fraction, before he turned his gaze back up to meet Klara's. "I had to, Klara. I love him so much and he's pissing me off. He's hovering and asking if I'm okay every ten minutes and breathing in my close proximity. And he's so beautiful but he will not look so beautiful splattered all over our walls—oh, thank god," he breathed when he saw Thora had drifted off to sleep. He walked her over to her crib. "We're putting a pin in the fact death threats relaxed her enough to put her to sleep."

“Watch it or you're going to ruin it," Bucky rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's teasing but the fond expression did not disappear from his face. He took the glass from Sam, leaning slightly against the taller man’s side. "Thank you," he replied as he looked up at Sam. "And thank you for not making a spectacle out of my birthday. But I do have to ask- what kind of issues do you have to be going after a 108 year old man?" he asked teasingly.

Sam snorted, wrapping an arm around Bucky’s waist and pulling him in closer. “Oh, I got plenty of issues, baby, but dating your old ass ain’t one of them. Besides, you’ve still got the serum going for you. Keeps you all young and broody." He smirked and tilted his head down to kiss him. “But if you really wanna analyze my issues,” Sam started after pulling back. He set his glass down and turned fully toward Bucky, his hands settling on his hips. “Let’s see… I’m clearly a sucker for blue eyes, big arms, I can get weird with the metal arm if you want me to. And an attitude problem. Plus, you act grumpy about it, but you let me get away with shit, and I find that real attractive.” His expression softened a little before pressing another kiss to Bucky’s temple. “But you’re welcome. I figured you wouldn’t wanna deal with a bunch of people making a fuss about it."

Bucky signed when Sam pulled away but he understood that his was the nature of their job. "Alright, doll," he rolled his eyes playfully and stepped away before sitting on the bed. When his boyfriend came back to give him the bad news, he nodded his head and leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “Just don’t take too long,” he hummed. When Sam was gone, Bucky spent that time just hanging out and trying not to worry too much about his boyfriend’s whereabouts. "I have a staring problem that is scaring the trainees away. Loki is a hormonal bitch so I wouldn’t trust him with a bunch of idiots in his delicate, blessed condition," Bucky hummed as he walked up to Sam, standing between his legs. "Besides, you're the most patient out of the bunch which is one of the things that I love about you, darling," he smiled and learned forward to kiss him. "So what's for lunch?" he asked as he pulled back before Sam could get that cheesy took on his face.

Sam laughed as he hooked his fingers into Bucky’s belt loops, keeping him close to him. “You? Scaring trainees? Shocking.” He smirked. “And yeah, I wouldn’t trust him on a normal day. Last time, he threatened to turn one of them into a frog just for breathing too loud.” He gave Bucky’s hip a squeeze before tilting his head toward the food, but then Sam stopped, Bucky’s words sinking in. His brain short-circuited for a second and Sam looked at him, but then another smirk took over his face, bright and smug as hell. “Ohhh, no. Hold up. You love me, huh?” His grip on Bucky’s belt loops tightening. “Damn right, you love me,” he teased, though there was nothing but pure affection behind it. Before Bucky could react, Sam kissed him. "You better get used to hearing it back, sweetheart, ‘cause I’m not letting that slide.”

Everything happened so quickly even though some time had actually passed from when Loki told him that their babies decided to come early, and to the moment everyone left and they were alone with the twins. Basking in the radiance of the beautiful moment when it was just them and the chaos was over. Edward walked over to sit back on the bed, shifting Javi in his arms so he could wrap his other arm around his husband, making him lean against him. “It’s so weird they’re already here with us. They’re so perfect,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to the top of Loki’s head before moving his gaze to look at Thora who was sleeping peacefully in Loki’s arms. “You did so well, darling,” Edward said gently moved his husband even closer and rested his head against Loki’s. “What’s on your mind, mi rey?” @cosmiclvex

“That I want to sleep until the next millennium,” he teased. The last few hours had been a blur. Any lingering doubts disappeared the moment he heard their cries—well, Javi’s little cries. Thora had come into the world screaming. But now, she was asleep in his arms, her cheeks a rosy pink even against blue-tinted skin. Loki leaned into Edward, smiling, before kissing him. He was about to say something else when a knock at the door interrupted him. Frigga gave them a warm smile as she opened it just enough for their oldest to hesitantly step inside. “Hi, princess.” Eisa looked uncertain as she approached, and Loki gently handed Thora over to Edward so he could help her onto the bed. “Do you want to see your new brother and sister?” He carefully pulled her onto his lap, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. He knew this would be an adjustment for her. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t worried. “She’s asleep, but I think he was waiting to meet you.”

"Rafael, have I not just said I will make it work? Just calm down and breathe, Jesus,” Edward said, as he looked at his brother with an amused look on his face. "Everything is possible, it will just take slightly more time and paperwork, but it's for me to worry about and not you," he patted Raf's shoulder before laughing at his suggestion. "Yeah, no. As tempting as that sounds, this hormonal asshole would not stop at 81. I'd be 82 and you'd end up being 83, most likely," he shook his head but his expression soon softened as he looked at his brother. "Speaking of that, I hope you're not going to throw a hissy fit for stealing your name for one of the babies. I couldn't convince him to Jesús so Javi it is.”

Rafael blinked, his brain taking a second to catch up. "Oh," was all he said at first. His expression flickered between surprise and something softer, something undeniably touched. "I don't think any kid of Loki's could be named Jesús. Could turn out to be the anti-Christ." Rafael caught his older brother's gaze and smirked. Javi it is. Kid’s gonna have a great name.” He nodded at the paperwork, "And thank you for handling that. I know you have a lot going on."