Loki observed the Little One and Stark, seeing the way the genius wiped her tears with his sweater sleeve. The brash human was actually very gentle and loving with the Little, very much a contrast from the last time he had seen Tony Stark.
"What do you want, Reindeer Games?" Tony gently pushed the Little girl behind him, glaring at the trickster.
"I merely came to see if the Little One was alright. Her Captain and Soldier are anxious." Loki raised one shaped eyebrow, looking at Tony with a carefully neutral expression.
"Is Daddy okay?" Kayla spoke, peering around Tony and locking her wide eyes on Loki.
"Your 'Daddy' is just fine." Loki spoke very gently, sensing she was teetering on the edge of her Little-Space.
"And Mama?" Kayla’s fingers were on her chin, very close to her mouth.
"He too is okay." Loki reassured her right as the Avengers Alarm went off and JARVIS informed Tony that it was a full team call.
"Sonovabitch!" Tony swore. He didn't have anyone to watch the Little because Peter was at his Aunt's for the day and Pepper and Happy were in Malibu.
"I can watch the Little one." Loki offered, seeing the look of worry on Tony's face.
"You harm a hair on her head and I'm gonna blow you the fuck up." Tony glared.
"Language, Uncle Tony." Kayla frowned.
"Sorry, Princess." Tony smiled and kissed her cheek, gave Loki a look and went off.
"M'not Little. I can watch myself." Kayla was very stubborn.
"Perhaps. But your Uncle has told me to stay." Loki looked at her. "Shall we go back to your floor?"
"Okay." She agreed, following Loki after grabbing a sweater that she knew was Peter's. She pulled it on over her pajamas that she had put on after climbing out of her crib. She was soaked though and had a rash beginning.
Loki made it look like he was not paying attention to her, gauging her headspace by how she reacted. She edged closer, not enough to be pressed against his side but enough he could touch her by raising his finger. He waited a bit longer, watching her reflection as she stuck her fingers on her left hand into her mouth and grabbed his hand with her right one.
Loki didn't make a big deal, simply smiled and led her to her nursery for a change. She squirmed slightly but he made his magic form dancing animals above her face. The distraction worked and he subtly healed the rash with his magic, tutting quietly that Stark hadn't changed her. He managed to get a white onesie with the feet onto her, pulling Peter's sweater back over her head after.
"There, Little One." Loki chuckled as she reached for him, lifting her into his arms and snagging a Stag patterned pacifier. Loki was softer, more gentle and kind when around children and Littles. He was a mother and he missed being needed like caregivers and parents so often were. His own children had been taken by Odin as punishment and to make him more obedient but it had made him bitter and angry. "Now for breakfast."
"Nanas?" The little sounded hopeful, she loved bananas a lot.
"Porridge with bananas, Little Dear. Bananas are not a whole breakfast." Loki explained, making his way to the kitchen and using his magic to make the food when it became apparent that she was not going to let herself be put in the highchair. He didn't find fault with her for that though. It had been a very rough morning so far so it made sense that she would want to be held.
