Just Relax

Loki frowns at the TV, stretched out on the couch with a bowl of popcorn balanced on his chest. A Nightmare on Elm Street had just been interrupted by yet another commercial and he was growing tired of it. Tonight was definitely not how he'd planned to spend it, but he supposed it was better than going Trick or Treating with Natasha and Barton—they're little one dressed in a fully functioning Iron Man suit curtesy of Tony Stark. Instead of spending the night running to different houses in the cold, he and Sasha would be helping Pepper, Tony, Steve, and Bruce host a Halloween party here in Stark Tower with a few close friends, which with Tony meant a few dozen people that he would talk into buying a share in his company. To top the whole thing off, they were all required to wear costumes.

Now, Loki wasn't the type to be involved in such childish nonsense, but Sasha had used her puppy dog eyes and he'd never been able to refuse them. So here he was, the all-powerful God of Mischief dressed up as some man Sasha refers to simply as 'that hot Doctor with the amazing hair' or 'Ten' on rare occasions. The dark brown suit was perfectly tailored to his form, but he could do without the square-framed glasses she'd insisted he wore. Tony saunters into the room, weighed down with bags of food and a couple of last minute decorations that Pepper picked out. If Loki thought he had it bad, Toy had it even worse. He was forced into a Superman costume—complete with tights—and was attending a party with his very pregnant wife dressed as Lois Lane.

Steve had decided to go as the Tin Man and Bruce was dressed as Doctor Jeckel and Mister Hyde; half of his body looking normal and the other half that of a monster. The only person missing in their group is Sasha herself, no doubt picking from the many costumes she'd purchased a few weeks ago. Tony pushes Loki's feet off the couch, sitting the space they had vacated with a loud groan. "Do yourself a favor," Tony grunt, rubbing his neck," don't have more than two kids because it's so not worth the mood swings." His youngest daughter was with the Bartons, dressed as an undead fairy princess. "Speaking of kids, where's my oldest?"

"Upstairs," Loki answers, eyes glued to the TV screen," getting dressed or something." He didn't know, but he wished he were anywhere else but here.

"Actually, I'm right here." Loki and Tony turn at Sasha's voice, their jaws dropping when they see her costume. She was dressed in the red slave outfit that Jasmine had worn in Aladdin complete with her hair up in a high pony tail and a golden snake band around her upper arm. Tony makes a sort of strangled choking sound, his eyes growing wide and his face a bright shade of red. The outfit had Loki almost drooling, his attention no longer focused on Freddy, but on his beautiful wife. Her stomach is a small bump, their first child oblivious as to what was going on. "Close your mouths or you'll catch flies."

"You," Tony starts," y-you…But…" he trails off, mouth opening and closing as he stares at his daughter. "Change. Now." The rest of that night was spent with Tony finding creative ways of hiding Sasha from the guests, Sasha doing all she could to help Pepper eat the pickles, Steve and Bruce doing their best not to look too amused, and Loki staring at his wife with something akin to surprised admiration. Thus far, this is his favorite Halloween, but it would be made even better when they were upstairs and he could take the costume off of her.