Narrator's POV

Loki was sitting on the same couch as Peter and Oliver, peacefully reading as the children watched television.

Peter sighed in boredom. He looked over at Loki. "Hey Uncle Loki, can we go out?" He asked.

"I'm afraid not Peter. Your parents said that you're not allowed to go out after nine thirty." Loki said, flipping a page of the book.

Oliver sat up. "Uncle Loki, I'm hungry." He said.

Loki picked his head up for a little, staring at the wall in front of him for a short while. He looked over at Peter. "What does your little brother usually consume?" He asked.

"Dinosaur chicken nuggets and tater tots." Peter answered.

"Oh good. They should be in the freezer, right?" Loki got up, walking over to the kitchen.

"Yeah, they should be." Peter said, slouched on the couch.

Loki opened the freezer door. "Peter there's nothing-"

"Buuuuuuuuut we ran out about a week ago." Peter finished. "So." Peter sat up and walked over to kitchen wit Loki. "I guess we have to go to the grocery store."

"Yes. It seems that way." Loki said.

"Great! I'll get Oliver ready." Peter ran back to the couch and picked up his little brother. "Let's get your jams jams on and go out." Peter said, taking his little brother up stairs.

Loki smiled.

///0///0

"Okay, does everyone have their seatbelts on?" Loki asked. He looked at Peter in the passenger seat, then looked back at Oliver through the rearview mirror. He was all strapped in his car seat, carrying a small teddy with him.

"Yup." Peter said.

"Are you sure Oliver is strapped in correctly?" Loki asked.

"Yes. I read the instructions on the side." Peter said.

"I don't know Peter. I would feel better if you sat back there with him. You're making me a little nervous sitting in the front with me." Loki said.

"Fine. I'll go to the back." Peer said, unstrapping and sitting in the back with Oliver. "Now off to the store!"

"Peter, seatbelt." Loki said.

Peter put his seatbelt on. "There."

"Alright. Let's go." Loki smiled at his two passengers in the back.

///0///0

Loki was looking at two dinosaur chicken nugget boxes in the freezer section. Oliver was peacefully taking a nap in the shopping cart.

Peter was running about the store with another cart, just putting stuff in it. He occasionally bumped into stuff and almost ran over a few people, but he managed. He raced past Loki, who was still looking at the two boxes.

He came to a stop in his tracks.

"Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Crassshhh." He said, as he backed up to Loki and stopped beside him with his cart. "You've been staring at two identical boxes of chicken nuggets for fifteen minutes. You good?" He asked.

"I'm deciding which of these are better." Loki said.

"They're both the same. I'm sure it doesn't matter." Peter said, starting to walk away.

"But Peter." Loki began. Peter stopped in his tracks. "These have a bigger collection of dinosaurs. And this one has more nuggets." He said.

"Just get one. It doesn't matter. Oliver doesn't care as long as they're dinosaurs." Peter said.

"But look. These are organic. Zero antibiotics used. And the food they feed their chickens doesn't contain any pesticides." Loki said.

"Then get those." Peter said.

"But this one says they use free range chickens and no artificial flavors. And they don't feed their chickens hormones."

"It doesn't matter, like I said." Peter said.

"Peter. I don't want Oliver eating things that aren't good for him. He's a growing child and he needs-"

"OmG uNcLE LoKi. My IcE cReAm Is GoInG tO mElT." Peter paused once he realized what he said. "Wait. You didn't-"

"Peter, you're not suppose to be having dairy." Loki said. "Stephen has enforced that rule." Loki dug the ice cream out of Peter's cart.

"Noooooo. Uncle Loooookiiiiiii." Peter whined. "Don't be a boring uncleeeeeeee."

"Sorry Peter, but I can't let you have it. I'd get in lots of trouble with your parents." He said.

"Hmph." Peter slouched over his cart.

"But I can get you these." Loki said, picking out a box of "Zebra Cakes" out of the cart Oliver was sleeping in.

"No way. I looked all around the store and couldn't find them." Peter took the box in his hands.

"I know. I took the last one." Loki smiled.

"I take back what I said. You're the best uncle." Peter said.

Loki laughed. "I know."

After Loki had finally picked a box of chicken nuggets and a bag of tater tots, they headed to the check out line.

///0///0

"Here you go Oliver." Loki said, placing a plate with four chicken nuggets and a few tater tots in it in front of Oliver. Oliver reached for a dinosaur nugget and bit the head off first.

"You've gotta bite the head off first so they don't suffer." Oliver said.

"Yeah." Peter said, sitting across from Oliver, eating some nuggets as well.

"I got you some fruit punch." Loki said, going over to the counter.

"Oh. He won't drink anything unless it's in hi-"

"His sippy cup. I know Peter." Loki said, turning around with a purple sippy cup in his right hand and glass full of the red fruit punch in his left. He handed Peter the glass and Oliver the sippy cup. He sat down with the two and watched them enjoy their food.

///0///0

"Shut up!" Oliver shouted in tears as he threw a small LEGO structure at Peter.

"Oliver calm down. I didn't do anything." Peter said, dodging another object Oliver threw.

"Oliver are you tired?" Loki asked. "We can all go to bed if you're tired." Loki said, trying to calm the angry small child.

"You're not my Papa or my Daddy!" Oliver cried. He looked around for more things to throw. He spotted Peter's 10,188 piece LEGO Death Star. Peter noticed.

"Oliver stop. Oliver no. Oliver!" Peter shouted as Oliver threw it at Loki. "Noooooooooooo." Peter went over to it, to mourned its loss. "Uncle Loki avenge my creation." Peter said.

Oliver poured big crocodile tears and gasped for air.

Loki approached him carefully. "Hey bud, I know I'm not your Papa or Daddy; but do you want a hug?" Loki asked.

Oliver looked at him and sniffled, a few tears fell down his cheeks. "Uh-huh." He nodded.

Loki hugged Oliver and picked him up, holding his little head close to him as Oliver hugged him back.

///0///0

Loki sat down on the couch, holding a bottle in his hand. Peter sat next to him, exhausted, slouching on the couch holding his destroyed LEGO master piece in his lap.

Suddenly the front door opened.

"We're-" Tony stopped once he saw the mess around the house. He saw Peter and Loki on the couch, looking completely exhausted. "What happened here?" He asked.

"Oliver happened." Peter said.

"What do you mean by "Oliver"?" Stephen asked.

Loki stood up from the couch and went over to Stephen, holding up a bottle of fruit punch.

"Your son is allergic to Red 40." He said.

Stephen took the bottle in his hands. "Oh man." Stephen looked around at the mess.

"Peter, go on up stairs. You can finish that tomorrow." Tony dismissed him.

"Goodnight." Peter said, going up stairs.

"I'm so sorry you had to deal with this Loki." Stephen apologized.

"It's fine, really. This is nothing compared to Thor." Loki laughed a little.

That made Stephen smile a little. "You look exhausted. Why don't you make yourself at home and stay for the night? Rest up in one of the guest rooms."

Tony's head perked up.

"Oh no. I couldn't." Loki sad.

"Yeah, he can't." Tony said, joining the conversation.

"Oh please. Go on." Stephen said. "I insist."

"I don't-" Stephen covered Tony's mouth.

"Are you sure?" Loki asked.

"Of course." Stephen smiled.

"Well thank you very much Stephen." Loki smiled at Stephen, earning a smile back from Stephen. Loki went over to the staircase. "Good night."

"Good night." Stephen said.

Loki walked up stairs.

"Are you crazy?" Tony asked Stephen.

"Hey calm down. He's had a rough day. He's tired. The least we could do is let him rest." Stephen said.

"You know how I feel about him." Tony said.

"It's one night. He'll be gone in the morning." Stephen said.

"Fine, but I don't like it." Tony said.

"You don't have to. Now come to bed with me, I'm tired." Stephen said, taking Tony by the hand and kissing his cheek.

"Me too." Tony followed his husband.