#i honestly made the mistake of comparing my writting to others while writing this

[rose-petal-spam]

Gift

Children were not an option with schlatt, but life likes laughing in the face of her plaything's plans.

A Dark figure stood outside Schlatts front door holding a sleeping baby boy. They gently placed a kiss on his head, setting him down in a basket of soft chubby flesh with curly blonde hair contrasting to the red blanket and white envelope setting in his lap. Soft sweet words and melodies kept the child's mind at ease as the figure rang the doorbell scurrying away from the scene of the crime leaving soft coos and cries on the doorstep of Schlatts house.

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Who the fuck could be up at 12 o’clock in the fucking night? Ughh if it Connor or ty I swear I’m going to skin their asses.

I can’t see shit in this fucking pitch-black house!

the hallway should be around here somewhere, oh great here it is.

fuck! the peephole is too tall, all I can see is the street which of course is empty.

Probably just the neighborhood kids playing a prank but I was supposed to get a package today with a schlattcoin in it.

The door squeaked slightly open summers lingering warmth invading the perfectly cool house.

the porch looked empty at least-

A small child sat in a basket slept soundly under the porch light golden fizz crowning him like a halo.

“What the fuck??”

Did someone just fucking leave a baby on my doorstep?

I glanced down the still vacant block, nothing had changed. No slow cars or anything, just a baby in a basket with a letter sitting on my fucking front door.

What do I do?

I-

I could just walk away from this definitely is not my problem in the slightest.

God damnit I can't just leave a baby on my doorstep-

fuck!

fuck Shit ass just FUCK! WHAT THE HELL DO I DO WITH THIS?

"Hey um did someone leave their baby on my porch?"

,,,

fuck. welp I just take him in and then drop him off at the orphanage in the morning

yeah they'll be able to take care of him, he'll be in good care.

yeah, then this whole weird dream can be over.

okay, kid let's get you inside whoever left you on my doorstep must be really upset.

ugh, fuck, it's too fucking dark in here to see anything.

Where was the floor lamp again?

Fucking! where is the stupid twisty thing

ah there!

the lamp flickered to life illuminating the dim living room, soft black second-hand couches with mismatched coffee tables, and a flat-screen TV. Half of the stains on the couch had been made by Connor at this point, and Ty always insisted on using a cozy on the coffee tables to not leave a watermark despite the countless others already there.

okay um, he'll just sleep in the basket tonight.

wait aren't babies supposed to sleep a certain way?

Maybe I should let him sleep in the bed with me?

fuck what if I accidentally move and sleep on him though-

yeah, let's just keep him in the basket what's the worst that can happen-

I'll just sit on the couch and yeah

I’ll just sit here and make sure he's' okay.

Then in the morning we can drop him off and find his mom and dad.

yeah,, just um sit here and make sure he's okay

,,,

Oh fuck- the letter

how the hell did I forget- and why the hell haven't I read it yet it literally had my name on it

,,,,

,,,

,,

fuck.

'I'm sorry to drop him off on your front door but I can no longer support him'. 'He is your son'. 'His name is Tommy after my grandfather Thomas'. 'please take good care of him'.

that bitch-

she just- after having the kid can't even go and support him!

I mean I would have-

I would have fucking helped out if I knew!

How haven't I heard anything about this?

fucking hell, I have a kid- I'm a dad now I guess? how the fuck-

I don't know the first fucking thing to being a dad

wait fuck am I ready to be a dad?

would I even make a good dad- I run a fucking scam business

how am i-

Small sounds came next to me, the small wiggling infant was stretching himself out kicking the blanket away. His bright blue eyes glanced at the world around him before falling shut again. I don't know why, but everything in me just swole with pride looking at his stupid ravioli sized fist and beautiful blue eyes

i-

I can't drop him off at the orphanage tomorrow

fuck

I can't just leave him.

I um

I guess I am a dad now? fuck I'm not prepared at all for this.

A small tight squeal erupted next to me as Tommy wiggled upset by something.

Fuck-

"fuck um- wait- shit no-no"

fuck I don't want to hurt him-

"shh shh it's okay little guy I got you it's okay"

his soft body fit in my arms as I gently cradled him, rocking him back and forth as he softly fell back into a deep sleep.

Okay yeah, yeah I um.

I can do this.

I'll be a good dad for you toms.

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A tale like any other filled the room: big happy balloons and birthday cake sitting on a table with a now 8-year-old Tommy sitting across from Jschlatt. The candles had long since lost their wish powers and gifts already opened and played with. Connor and Ty were sipping on their drinks listening to the story of how we got here with frosting-covered silverware and a now 9-year-old boy casually adding their comments on how Jschlatt didn't even know how to change a diaper before ty stepped in. Jschlatt had just finished his story of the now happiest day of his life.

"-and that Toms is the story of how I became your dad"

Tommy looked amazed and confused, his brows furrowed in thought.

god, he looks so much like me when he does that.

his horns should start sprouting soon too if I am correct.

"So I was your gift," he finally responded, "like from the Easter bunny?"

Conor snickered, remembering the panicked phone call he got that night at 1 am with Tommy crying in the background while I pleaded for him to come over and help. It was far from a gift at the time, more like being shoved into a car going 40 miles an hour with no clue what to do.

But I gotta bite. I would never trade it for anything in the world ever.

"Yeah, and to this day it's the best thing he ever got me way better than chocolate in my humble opinion"

yeah, the best gift I could have ever been given.

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This took a lot longer then the first fic ill admit but its also twice as long so i hope you guys injoy it just as much.

also again thank you gheysnakelady or @dadschlatt-tommyau for this amazing au i really like it.

[imagine-loki]

Wedded Bliss

TITLE: Wedded Bliss CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 28 AUTHOR: MaliceManaged ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Odin determined to find Loki a wife in a misguided, though somewhat well-intentioned attempt to ‘mellow him’. … RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: For those of you not following me: My laptop has decided, after roughly ten years, that it no longer wishes to live. It froze to hel and back while I was writting a thing and barely responded to anything I did. I had backed up my writing on my tablet recently, thankfully, and after a brief scare of (so far) one corrupted file among the lot, I got this chapter to open. Now, to get to the point; much as love my tablet and it has been a godsent, the screen doesn’t compare to a full size monitor and it strains my eyes to write on it more than a couple hours, so until I get a new computer updates will likely be pretty slow in coming (y'know, more than usual XD). Sorry about that. Anyway, here, have some silly shenanigans.

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    “Man, if I’d have known you were going to be this fascinated by the subway; I’d have brought you here sooner,” Edith giggled as she watched Loki examine pretty much everything in sight like an excited child, unheeding of the odd looks they were receiving, her phone in her hand recording it all for posterity.

    He turned back to her, faintly embarrassed, but it only lasted for a few moments before something else caught his attention. It was the first time he’d been out in the city since the invasion, now that much of it had been repaired, and he seemed utterly fascinated by everything they encountered, often commenting on how it all differed from Asgard and wanting to know how everything worked. In truth, the trip to the subway was unnecessary - after all, it wasn’t as though the Avengers, especially Tony, had a shortage of vehicle options - but Edith had been curious to see what Loki would make of it, and so far she was not disappointed.

    She did shut him down firmly when he expressed a wish to take the train apart to figure out what made it run, though, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him onto the nearest car with a threat to withhold the potstickers he liked so much for a month if he resisted, which he grumbled about but ultimately went along with her. The actual train ride, as she���d predicted, he liked significantly less, particularly when he noticed how a man at the other end of the car was staring at Edith, but she drew his attention and began showing him cellophane prank videos on her phone to prevent any incidents.

    Once out aboveground again, Edith laced her fingers with Loki’s and dragged him along to every store she could think to go, both of them getting a kick out of the startled and amazed faces of people around them whenever Loki sent their shopping back to the tower with a flick of his hand. After a stop for lunch, she took him to the habour, where they sat looking out at the water enjoying cups of ice-cream.

    “So, are you ever going to tell me what the heck you and Tony are planning?” she asked after a long but comfortable silence.

    Loki pretended to give it some thought. “Hmm… no.”

    “Aw, come on!”

    “It’s a private matter, Edith.”

    “The hell it is; everybody seems to know but me,” she pouted.

    He breathed a laugh. “Patience, dyrr min; I will tell you soon enough.”

    She narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t know that I believe you…”

    “Well… I might tell you a bit sooner, for a price.”

    “I’m not telling you what the Rules are.”

    “Then you’ll just have to wait.”

    “I want a divorce.”

    “We’re not married.”

    “So?”

    Loki rolled his eyes and turned back to his ice-cream. After he was done, he turned to regard Edith to find her trying to get a smudge of ice-cream off the tip of her nose with her tongue with marginal success and choked on a laugh. She stuck her tongue out at him and he chuckled and wiped the smudge off her nose with his thumb before leaning down to kiss her.

    “How would you feel about seeing more of me?”

    “But I see you every day,” Edith replied with a slight laugh.

    “Not when you’re away on missions,” Loki corrected.

    “True…”

    “Stark and I have discussed my joining the team on a more or less permanent basis.”

    “Really?”

    He hummed in confirmation. “He asked a while ago, I simply had not decided until now. Our discussions are about how to bring that matter to my father in a way that he will accept my extended absence.”

    “And how’s that going?”

    “I believe we have a solid enough plan; we need only send word home to find out either way.”

    “And if Odin doesn’t agree?”

    “Then I stay anyway and he learns to live with it, provided he survives mother’s wrath for depriving her of my visiting every so often.”

    “Emotional blackmail; I like it!” That earned her a laugh that she grinned at. She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. “I definitely have no objections to you joining the team; I think you’d be a great addition. Plus if we get teamed up, your magick could be useful in bailing us out of trouble.”

    He scoffed. “You mean bail you out of trouble. Good to know where your interest lay.”

    “Hey, I was taught to take advantage of any and all available assets.”

    “Is that what I am, then? An asset?”

    “Well, you certainly some very impressive ones…” she replied, leaning back and shamelessly ogling him.

    Holding back a laugh he painted a scandalised expression on his face. “And you intend to take advantage of me?”

    “Oh, absolutely,” she replied with a perfectly serious expression. He laughed at that, causing her serious mask to crack as she giggled and leant against him again.

    “I hope you are aware I will hold you to that,” he spoke up after a moment, causing Edith to laugh again.

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    When they finally returned to the tower well into the evening, JARVIS informed them that they had a visitor waiting for them in the floor that had become Loki’s. Expecting it to be Thor, Loki prepared a playful jab about how the Thunderer couldn’t even go a year without him, only to be surprised to see his mother sitting on his couch instead, the picture of elegance as always.

    “Mother! I was not expecting you,” he greeted as they made their way to her as she stood, gladly returning the hug she enveloped him in as soon as he reached her.

    “Well, I wasn’t certain you would be here if I had sent word ahead,” Frigga replied as they parted, turning to Edith and pulling her into a hug as well, “And even then you were not.”

    “Edith was showing me around, is all. And why would you think that?”

    Frigga chuckled softly. “Darling, don’t you think I know when you are avoiding me?”

    “I am doing no such thing,” Loki defended indignantly.

    Frigga raised an eyebrow. “Yes, that must be why I had to learn of yours and Edith’s blossoming relationship from Heimdall apparently almost half a year after the fact.”

    Loki seemed to almost shrink under his mother’s stare, ducking his head sheepishly. “I… Well, I meant to tell you, I simply…”

    “You believed that I would demand you return home to be married at once,” Frigga finished for him then frowned, “Loki, do you truly think I would rush you both so, after I saw how upset you were when your father and I pushed you before?”

    “Honestly? Yes.”

    Frigga winced almost imperceptively. “I suppose that is fair,” she smiled and reached up to cup his cheek in her hand, “But I like to think I am capable of learning from my mistakes, and I will not make that one again.”

    “Well, that’s a relief!” Edith said with a relieved sigh, causing Frigga to laugh a bit, “So, if you’re not here to scold us…?”

    “I believe I am entitled to miss my son, and you. I had time to spare and wished to see you,” she turned to Loki “And also ask how long exactly you are planning to spend away from home this time.”

    Loki swallowed a bit nervously at that. “Well…”

    “… I see. I do hope you have prepared a very good argument to present to your father.”

    “I believe I have,” Loki replied assuredly, “He is always after Thor and I to take on more responsibilities; I intend to use that to my advantage.”

    Frigga tilted her head slightly in thought. “A liaison between our realms? It could work, in the wake of the invasion.”

    Loki smiled slightly, glad his mother approved. He would have proceeded regardless, but it was nice to have her on his side. “It would give him a way to save face; the Nine are supposed to be under Asgard’s protection and yet we did not learn of the chitauri threat until it was almost too late.”

    “Plus it means he gets to avoid dealing with our shenanigans for a good while at least,” Edith added amusedly, earning a laugh from the other two.

    “Yes; that, too.”

    “Alright; I will speak to him regarding it when I return,” Frigga assured, then took them each by a hand and pulled them to the couch before sitting, waving a hand at the coffee table and conjuring a tray of tea and biscuits for three, “Now come, tell me what I have missed.”