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Loki was jittering with nervous energy as people chattered around him, sharing festive greetings, and generally having a good time. Due to the fact that Wanda and Steve had hosted in the two years previous, he and Anthony had volunteered to hold the squad Christmas party on the 20th of December, with the addition of Angie, Amora, Sylvie, and Mobius.
While this had been a good idea in hindsight, Loki was beginning to regret his other decision. The one where on a whim and after too many tequila shots on Sylvie’s birthday he had decided to finally get his act together and propose in front of all of their friends, while simultaneously hosting the party and ensuring everything was accounted for.
He was exhausted.
He slumped over the bowls of meticulously scooped chocolate mousse, cursing his past self for buying a raspberry and mint to garnish each bloody one, all 29 of them (Pepper and Natasha’s little one was only 2, Thor & Jane’s spawn was just a year old and little Rosie Rogers-Barnes was just 3, so they didn’t need their own dessert just yet) (Although with the way Pepper was eating with baby Luke or Lucy in her stomach he might need another one for her). He started as he felt a hand on his shoulder awaken him from where he had been about to collapse.
‘Fetter, I might be shit in the kitchen, but I think I can put a few raspberries on a dessert, so why don’t you grab the older kids and tell them to start taking out the ones that are done and I’ll finish up here. Go have a glass of wine or something.’
Loki groaned in appreciation. ‘Jeg elsker deg Sylvie. So, fucking much.’ As he left to go back to the living room and round up Hela, Jormun, Cooper and Lila, he hit himself on the head as he remembered the main part of the dessert. ‘Oh, Sylvie, the one right on the end there with two raspberries is Anthony’s. Don’t bring it out, I’ll bring it out last.’
Sylvie gave a small gasp. ‘Is this…are you proposing?!’
Loki raised an incredulous brow. ‘Sylvie, I already told you I was proposing. You helped pick out our rings.’
She waved her hand. ‘Yeah, but you can get so in your head sometimes that I thought you would just be holding onto the rings for years until he finally proposed.’
Loki rolled his eyes. ‘I appreciate your faith in me. But yes, I am proposing, so I’ll get the kids to bring dessert out except that one, and I’ll bring it out last.’
Sylvie high fived him and brought him in for a quick hug. ‘Sounds like a plan. Love you Loki.’
He left the kitchen and found the kids settled on the bed in front of the television in the guest room, ‘The Grinch’ in the background whilst the kids vaguely chattered or raptly watched the screen. He nudged the oldest 4 and gestured for them to follow him.
‘Alright, can you guys be really helpful and grab the dessert bowls from the kitchen where Aunty Sylvie is and start bringing them out to everyone except, and listen very closely, do not bring one to Tony. There should be one for each of you plus Fenrir, Nate, and Ollie’s in a plastic bowl, so bring those out last, and there’s one right on the end with two raspberries instead of one, don’t touch that one, just leave it. You got all that?’
Cooper and Hela nodded confidently whilst Lila and Jormun looked mildly confused, and Loki had to laugh despite the exhaustion. ‘Just do what Cooper tells you, he’s the oldest. Go, go, go!’
As the four of them went away, Loki felt himself being tugged on the hand by Natasha, who kissed his cheek. ‘You look exhausted Loki, come sit down and keep Pepper and sprog company.’
Loki grinned and allowed himself to be dragged along to the sofa where Pepper was sitting with Anthony, Harold, and Jim.
‘How are you two doing?’ he said, kissing Pepper’s cheek and perching on the arm of the sofa as his partner made an affronted noise behind him. ‘Oh, shush you, I kiss you constantly.’
‘Hmph.’ Anthony said, pouting adorably.
Pepper just laughed, well used to Anthony’s antics. ‘We are extremely hungry and extremely kicky, thanks Loki. I think I’ve got a soccer player rattling around in here, they just want more food to have more energy to kick me.’
Loki grimaced sympathetically. ‘Oh, you poor thing. God, I can’t imagine having an actual living, breathing person inside me.’
Whatever Pepper was going to say was interrupted by Lila Barton precariously holding each of their desserts, except for Anthony’s. She grinned ‘One for Pepper and baby, one for Happy, one for Rhodey, one for Auntie Natasha and one for Loki.’
Everyone grinned and thanked the smiling girl, whilst Anthony spluttered with mock offense. ‘The cheek! The gall! I always said you were nothing like your father little Barton and now you go pull something like this! How could you?!’
Lila just caught Loki’s eye and laughed before running off. Anthony pretended to sob into Loki’s shoulder as he patted his lover’s head. ‘There, there kjæreste, I will go fetch your dessert, as I doubt the little miscreant is coming back.’
Anthony cooed. ‘Thank you darling, I love you, and if you see that little monster, trip her up on behalf of me.’
Loki laughed before heading to the kitchen, passing Sylvie on his way. ‘Grab the kids in the guest room from in front of that god awful movie and pass them to their respective parents; everyone else is already in the lounge so everyone should be able to see.’
She grinned excitedly. ‘Aye, aye captain!’
As he grabbed the final dessert from the kitchen, he grinned with anticipation of Anthony’s reaction in finding the thin silver wire he had fashioned into a ring inside, his hope being that Anthony would notice it and start to wonder before Loki actually proposed (there was no way he was putting the expensive fucking ring in a bath of gooey chocolate mousse).
He stopped for a second, staring at the mousse in front of him, looking perfectly innocent. God, what was he doing? Would a man like Anthony really want to spend the rest of his life with a man like Loki. A nit-picky, fucked up mess who had woken them both with his nightmares more than once. Anthony probably was just waiting for the right day to dump him, he shouldn’t do this, it would just give Anthony an excuse to say no. He caught sight of the picture hanging in front of him; Loki with Jormun on his back as Anthony held his hand and looked at him with pure, unadulterated love. Loki took a breath. He could do this.
Once he was sure Sylvie had had enough time to subtly round everyone up, he brought out Anthony’s dessert, which the man eagerly reached out for.
‘Oh my god Lokes, this is so fucking amazing and oh my god there’s brandy. Fuck, that’s some orgasmic chocolate mousse right there.’
Loki laughed, high pitched and nervous through hopefully undetectable. ‘Little ears Anthony, much as I would love to see Thor’s reaction if Harold’s first word was “orgasm.”’
When he was met with no response from his partner, he turned his head to see him with the silver ring of wire balancing on the end of the spoon, looking as if in a trance. ‘Lokes? Is this…? What?’
Loki took a deep breath, before clearing his throat loudly to get everyone’s attention who hadn’t already noticed Anthony’s shock, before kneeling on one knee in front of his partner. ‘Anthony. Min Elskede. I have never been known for easily forming friendships, let alone relationships, yet from almost the moment you came into my life, I knew you were something special. And then as I got to know you, that bond grew into something I never imagined I would ever have. You are like a second parent to my children and the love of my life, and I want to keep loving you for the rest of my life. Hell, I’m even doing this in front of all our friends because that is the type of man you have caused me to become, a sappy mess. Anthony’ he said, getting the ring box out of his pocket and opening it as Anthony gasped seeing the ring ‘Will you marry me?'
Everyone waited with bated breath, as after what seemed like an age to Loki but was almost instantaneous, Anthony pulled him up and kissed him soundly amidst the cheers of their friends before pulling back, his cheeks wet with tears. ‘Yes, a hundred times yes Lokes.’
Loki smiled tearfully and pulled him into another short kiss, before he pulled out the ring from the ring box and slid it onto Anthony’s finger as their friends yelled their congratulations.
Anthony leant his head onto Loki’s shoulder. ‘Oh my god, you really act like you’re some cold, untouchable villain but you’re just a romantic, sappy bastard aren’t you? God, that was my dream proposal, asshole, how am I ever going to top that? Oh, hey, you need a ring too! I don’t want people to think they can flirt with you now that they have tangible proof you’re taken.’
Loki laughed, absolutely blissed out. ‘Sylvie?!’
She popped out, out of seemingly thin air, before handing Anthony a ring identical to the one he had just had placed on his finger, only with ruby red stones inlaid rather than the emerald green, to symbol their devotion to each other.
Anthony gave a breathy sigh as he slid the ring onto Loki’s finger. ‘Sweetheart, it’s perfect. I love you so much.’
Loki returned the sentiment as their exchange completed; their friends began to congregate round them. His three little ones were the first to reach them, jumping over furniture and Loki’s neatly arranged decorations to throw their arms around their soon-to-be official stepfather.
Anthony hugged each of them tightly, whirling the two boys up in the air, and kissed them each gently on the head. Next came Sylvie, Amora, Mobius, and Angie; Sylvie unsubtly threatening Anthony who nervously giggled whilst Angie and Mobius joked that this was the only one to stick. Pepper, Rhodes, Happy, Natasha and Thor followed soon after, all the first four offering their sympathy to Loki being stuck with Anthony who grinned good-naturedly, not even attempting to look offended, whilst Thor gave him some thinly veiled threats through the congratulations as Loki rolled his eyes.
And as the rest of their friends gathered round them and offered their congratulations, hugs, and a glass of champagne and elderflower cordial being pushed into each of their hands, Loki could do nothing but stare into the eyes of the man he loved; the man who had agreed to marry him, his husband to be.
---time skip---
Loki kissed Pepper and Natasha’s cheeks once more as their very last guests finally departed for the night. Sylvie and Amora were fast asleep up in the guest room and Peter and Harley were passed out on the sofa, given that Loki had deemed both of them far too inebriated for their age to try and get home and to just stay the night (‘Loki, we’re both adults!’) (‘No, you are children, stay here, rest and there will be breakfast come morning’) (‘…Ok’)
As Loki waved them out of the door, the moment he shut it he was tugged backwards and turned around, so he was right in front of Anthony.
‘Oh, hello there.’
‘Hey yourself, Mr Smooth and Charming,’ Anthony said, smirking back as he trailed a finger just above the unbuttoned collar of Loki’s shirt. ‘You know, it’s past 1, the kids are definitely asleep, our guests aren’t going to wake up for a very long time and we have some celebrating to do.’
Loki hummed in delight, starting to slowly unbutton Anthony’s shirt one by one, ever so slowly, letting his fingers brush every tantalising new piece of skin he exposed. ‘And what do you propose?’
Anthony gave a small laugh before sucking a line of bruises into Loki’s exposed neck, shivering each time Loki reached another button. ‘Oh, I think you already proposed sweetheart, but I reckon I can give you something even sweeter.’
Loki smiled wickedly, finally sliding Anthony’s shirt off, exposing his deliciously toned body. ‘Is that so? Well, I don’t think I can take your word for it, I do believe I’ll need a practical demonstration to pass judgement.’
Anthony gave a faux gasp and started to give Loki’s shirt the same treatment he had been giving Anthony, walking him up to their bedroom as he did so before he finally pushed Loki onto the bed, straddling him as Loki gave a debauched grin.
Anthony gave a cheeky wink, before licking a long stripe down Loki’s chest as he groaned and squirmed. He slowly began to nip and suck at Loki, before biting down on his nipple, eliciting a shriek from Loki as Anthony toyed with it.
Anthony continued to play with him like this for a while, biting and swirling his tongue around Loki’s erect nipples, before finally getting to his pants and sliding them off.
Loki quickly shimmied out of his trousers and Anthony did the same, and Anthony groaned and began to attack Loki’s thighs with ferocity with his lips when he caught sight of what Loki was wearing underneath.
He had been coerced into a shopping trip with Natasha, Bucky, and Amora, and the two women had decided to liven up their wardrobes, and Loki had it on good authority that Steve had very much enjoyed Bucky’s choice, and it seemed Anthony approved of seeing Loki adorned in his colours in the form of bright red lace panties.
Anthony grinned wildly at him, before continuing his ministrations on Loki’s thighs and stomach, torturously avoiding where Loki needed him the most. Loki was at his lover’s mercy to simply squirm and groan until Anthony decided to pay attention to his cock, and he loved it. He gave a fully body shudder as finally, Anthony dipped a feather-light finger under the top of the undergarment and began to tease him, so lightly he was barely there, almost reverently sliding the quickly dampening undergarments off Loki and focusing on him with a single minded intent. Loki was quick to toss him the lube, groaning under his ministrations.
‘For goodness sake Anthony, hurry up!’ he groaned, unable to deal with the teasing any longer. Anthony, despite his debauched, rumpled state was still able to shoot him a mischievous smirk with no trace of discomposure before he began to prep himself, putting on a show for Loki, moaning and squirming on his fingers, blushing to his very extremities as Loki groaned with pleasure, managing to regain some composure without Anthony’s touch on him.
Despite being willing to watch Anthony all night long coming apart on his fingers, he would much prefer to be the one causing his lover’s completion. Some sort of control regained, he leaned forward, two fingers on the underside of Anthony’s chin.
‘Anthony. You will come undone untouched on my cock or not at all, do you understand?’
Anthony groaned, quickly sliding his fingers out. ‘Fuck, how are you so casually sexy while I’m this close to falling apart.’
Loki smirked. ‘Darling, it would do you good to hurry up or I’m sure we’ll both be most disappointed.’
Anthony grinned. ‘Sir, yes sir.’ After countless times getting to know each other’s most intimate places, Anthony was quick to position himself over Loki who grabbed his hips as he lowered himself, both of them moaning at the warmth and connection.
They just stayed still for a couple of seconds, relishing in the closeness, and breathing in each other’s familiar scents, each lost in their own thoughts. Then, Loki gave Anthony a small pinch on the hip, causing his lover to grin before sliding up and slamming himself down, both of them in ecstasy at the familiar feeling.
After Anthony had risen and met him a few times, Loki began to thrust his own hips, eliciting the most beautiful noises from Anthony as he hit the other man’s prostate their movements sped up and became sloppier. Anthony was the first to come undone, Loki slamming into his prostate as he spurted over them both and Anthony shrieking as he released triggering Loki’s own completion a few thrusts later as he finished in the other man.
Anthony rolled off of him, curling into Loki’s side, both of them taking deep breaths. Loki gently pinched Anthony’s side. ‘Kjæreste, we should probably clean up.’
Anthony just grumbled a little as Loki giggled softly. ‘M’comfy Lokes. Clean in the morning.’
Loki smiled gently, kissing the top of his head. ‘As you wish my love. Good night.’
Anthony pressed a small kiss to his chest. ‘Night Lokes. I love you so damn much.’
Loki ran his hand comfortingly down Anthony’s back. ‘And I you.’