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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 27

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter’s Note: Beta by @zaria-04

Chapter 27: Old Wounds

You hum softly to yourself as you stand in your garden and pick berries. Normally you wouldn't bother with it and float magically to reach the high branches. But since the witch hunters attacked Gabriel, you've become wary of showing your magic in public. Even if it's in the safety of your own garden and you have no direct neighbors. You never know who may be watching.

The harvest of berries is unfortunately meager. You missed the right time and most of them have been eaten by birds or are already starting to mold. There won't be enough for jam, but maybe you'll bake a pie with them.

Since you spend so much time in New York, you've neglected your garden. The pumpkins and zucchini are doing well and promise to grow big again this year. They also need less care than berries.

You've already weeded to give your important plants more room. Because of your absence, everything is a bit more overgrown than usual.

After you’ve raided the bushes, you go into the house with the bowl and put it in the kitchen. Eloise has placed an order for potions, but you decide that it can wait a few more days and that the pie is more important. With a flick of your hand the berries start to wash themselves in the sink and fly back into the bowl. In parallel, you open a book where you collect your recipes and flip through until you find what you're looking for.

You have two of these books, one for regular recipes and one for magical ones. It's important to keep the two strictly separate, otherwise you may have some unpleasant mishaps, as you've learned.

Your phone rings with a message that you ignore for now. Only when a second and a third message arrive shortly afterwards you do pick it up.

It's Tony, there are a lot of exclamation points and it sounds urgent.

"Alarm! Code: Dangerous Jazz Hands"

You have no idea what that means, but you put your work aside and touch a rune on your doorframe before stepping through.

"Jarvis, what happened?" you ask, after barely setting foot in the compound.

"Thor has returned from Asgard. He and Loki are currently on the thirty-fifth floor."

You hear a loud crash that sends a vibration through the building.

"On the thirty-fourth floor,” the A.I. corrects.

Cursing softly, you run. The elevator takes you up and as the doors open, you hear loud yelling and more crashing.

"...he never cared! It does not matter what I do! I could die and he wouldn't even bat his eye."

That is Loki's voice – furious, hurt – and you rush in that direction.

"You know that is not true." Thor is more collected and firm. He tries to reason with his brother.

"Really? Did he even ask about me? How I am doing? If I'm fine?"

The pause that follows speaks for itself and you hear another crash as something is thrown against a wall and breaks. You turn around a corner and see a hole gaping in the ceiling with metal struts peeking out. The path in front of you is blocked with rubble, which you climb over. You are now very close to the voices and hear the brizzle of raw magic. Shit, that's not good.

"That's what I thought." Loki's words are cold with venom. "I am just an unpleasant thorn in his foot and he has finally found the perfect way to get rid of me."

"Brother, please!... Stand back, Rogers. It's fine. I handle him."

"I do not need to be handled!"

You meet Tony, who is in his Iron Man suit, but faceplate open. "Good, you're here," he greets you, "Tell him the sun is getting low or whatever helps to calm him down."

You nod, but otherwise acknowledge him no further, instead pushing past Steve into a room. It's one of the lounges, but half the furnishings are destroyed. Pictures have crumbled from the walls, a table lies in pieces and the couch is overturned.

Loki's hands glow with magic, his whole body seems to be radiating it. He glares angrily at his brother. Thor has Mjolnir in his hands and the cracks on the wall testify that he has already used his weapon.

Thor puts a hand on Loki's shoulder to calm his brother, but Loki shakes him off and a hand to hand combat fight breaks out between the two. It doesn't look like they truly want to hurt each other, but the two Asgardians are inhumanly strong. A normal person's bones would break over this.

"Loki."

He pauses at the sound of your voice. Thor too, waiting to see what his brother would do, how he would react. Loki doesn't turn to face you. "Leave."

As if! You don't move an inch, not wanting to risk getting too close to him, because you don't know how much control he has over himself right now. But you don't back down, either. "No. This is about Odin, right? Screw him! You deserve better."

That makes him look at you. He sees you standing in his corner, even though you have nothing to do with this. But he also sees Tony standing in the doorway in his suit and Steve on your other side, without his shield but ready to step in if necessary. He feels Thor's gaze on him behind him. The men look at him with a mixture of waiting, wary and pity. Loki hates it. This is exactly what he wanted to avoid. He doesn't need to be handled.

You notice the shift in his aura, similar to when Felix died in the hospital. With your next words you get his attention back on you. "You want to smash things? Sure, I understand that. There are canyons we can go to. Just let's go together, okay? You promised me." Grasping at any straw, you reach out your hand for him to take.

Loki remembers and hesitates only for a brief moment. He prefers to be with you alone over being with these oafs of Avengers. The glow of his hands goes out and he slowly steps toward you. No one else dares to move, but the tension in the room is almost palpable. Only Thor suddenly looks much more relaxed and smiles.

Loki grabs your hand and the next moment you're both gone.

Tony breathes a sigh of relief. The witch still got it. "Jarvis, where did they go?"

"They are currently on the roof-deck," chimes the A.I.'s voice.

Thor steps up to him, his hammer leaning casually over his shoulder. "Stark, I take full responsibility. This has nothing to do with my brother's rehabilitation." He gestures to the resulting mess, but Tony waves it off while retracting his suit.

"I get it, Thor. I've never thought I'd say this but I understand Loki. Your father is really a dick, huh? I know that feeling all too well."

"Howard wasn't-...," Steve starts, but falls silent when he notices Tony's look.

"Let's not open that bottle, Cap, shall we? And don't worry, Manowar," he adds, turning back to Thor. "My insurance got that covered. But for the sake of my beloved tower, next time you want to talk about family with him, please go to that canyon."

He leaves the room to call construction and orders Jarvis to inform him in case Loki did something funny.

Meanwhile Loki and you are standing on the roof terrace, still hand in hand. It's a beautiful day, sunny, but not too hot. Just the right amount of clouds in the sky and with a light breeze in your hair. And of course the noise of the city below you.

You're surprised that Loki transported you up here, but you don't ask about it. Instead, you turn to him and look up at him.

His face is turned away and he is looking at a point in the distance. You know what it looks like when old wounds cut open, relieving the same old fights.

You press a kiss on his cheek. "Hey, you with me?" It's a cautiously, gently question and he snaps out of his spiral of thoughts.

"Yes." His answer is as short as it is cold and he takes a step away from you. He's still angry, a mess of emotions. Loki was expecting it. He knew what Thor would tell him when he returned. Still, he would have liked to be taught better, had still had hope. After all, he is still the little boy who wants his father's approval. A snort escapes Loki. The recognition of his surrogate father. His biological father had abandoned him to die.

You give Loki his space, but squeeze his hand as a sign that you are there for him. "Family can be tough," you offer.

"You have no idea what it's like to be an outcast from your family. To not belong, no matter what you do. No matter how hard you try to please or get even a little attention." Loki's voice is venomous, his eyes narrowed like a snake's, ready to bite. It's defensive, you know he doesn't mean it. Or maybe he means it, but he'd be sorry for his tone later.

"You're right," you relent, looking at your intertwined fingers. "I'm glad that no matter what, at least I could always count on my family. On my siblings. But you have Thor. No matter what might have come between you two in the past, he's there for you now, supporting you."

"That's not the same thing. You don't understand. Your humans' lives are too short to understand some things. You are just too dull."

You inhale sharply by his rude words and your tone gets somewhat colder. "I'm not just a simple human," you remind him, but he laughs tonelessly.

"Of course you are. You just live a bit longer than the average human. But you're still one of them." Loki realizes he's derailing, but there's nothing he can do about it. It's like an out-of-control steam engine hurtling at high speed toward an abyss. And he's not only sitting in the front row, but shoveling coals into the fire to speed it up. It's absurd. He knows better. But he can't help it.

"You're adopted and that's bad, it complicates your life. But if you would just look out of your little shell of sulking, you would find that there are people who love you. Even within your family. And as for the rest: you are a prince. After all, they have to respect you for that. They don't hunt you down and kill you," you say more harshly than you intended, thinking about what just happened to Gabriel.

"I'm sure that they would just love to do that," growls the Asgardian.

"But they don't!" you exclaim and something snaps inside you. Loki seems a little surprised, you have never raised your voice to him like this. His expression darkens a bit more, a reflex whenever someone uses a tone towards him he doesn't like. But before he can even open his mouth, you continue speaking, angrily. "In the past, it wasn't just witch hunters we had to watch out for. I couldn’t stand out and I had to be careful who I trusted. So I know what it's like to live in a world where you're not wanted. They got me once and I pray I don't have to go through that again!" Your fingers slip from his and point accusingly at him.

"These witch hunters don't look like much of a threat to me," Loki says dismissively. "After all, here you are, standing before me, alive."

You stare at him. This is not the Loki you know. This one is cold, heartless with a total lack of empathy. Nothing suggests the kind and charming Asgardian you've become so familiar with. You don't know which of the two is the real one, how much of both is him.

You want to yell at him, you want to shake him, to get him back to his senses. But would that do any good? You're no longer responsible for him, you've quit and you're only by his side as a friend, as a lover. And this part of you is deeply hurt, and it shuts down. You don't feel like dealing with him at the moment. If he really wants to be an asshole, he can do it without your presence.

You open your mouth, but you don't know what you want to say.

A cruel smile creeps onto Loki's face, barely preparing you for his next, devastating words. "Cat caught your tongue? I thought you were so quick-witted. Or did those witch hunters damage your brain in the long run?"

You clench your hands into fists to stop yourself from smacking him. "Do you think your mother would be proud of you right now?" It may be a low blow, but you don't care. You don't even wait for an answer, you wouldn’t get it anyway. Instead, you turn around and swallow your tears as you walk away.

Loki's eyes follow you, the shock of your words bringing him back down to earth and leaving a sour taste in his mouth. He is aware that he has made a mistake. He just doesn't understand why he let this happen.

For quite a while he just stands there, shoulders slumped. The anger is gone from him - he gave it space, unfortunately against the wrong person.

With slow steps he starts to move, his eyes silently fixed on the floor, and returns to the prince's suite.

Thor is there. He is sitting on the couch with the television on. Nothing about his demeanor suggests that just twenty minutes ago he was destroying half a floor of the tower by fighting his brother. Next to him is a bowl of popcorn he made. In the microwave, of course. He wouldn't be stupid enough to use his lightning powers inside the tower for that. There wouldn't be much left of the corn afterwards.

He hears the door and Loki's footsteps. "Did you get it out of your system?" Thor looks up from the TV, but then sees his brother's expression and his face falls. "Oh no, Loki..."

"I made a mistake," the younger Asgardian mutters and drops down on the couch next to Thor.

Thor turns off the TV and turns to his brother. Loki has his head buried in his hands and Thor waits silently until he begins to speak. There is a pause, but Thor knows to be patient with his brother.

"How does mother put up with father? With everything he has done and is still doing?"

The question surprises the elder, but he thinks about it. "I guess she loves him and understands him, even if she doesn't approve of everything."

Another pause.

"How is she?"

"Good." Thor smiles gently. "She misses you, but she said you found something more dear to you since you don't write as often as you used to."

That is true. Since the Lunar Convergence, Loki has taken to pen and ink only sporadically. He has spent most of his time with you. A fact that makes him sigh. "I said some horrible things to her."

Thor frowns. "To mother?" Finally Loki looks at him and it clicks with Thor. "... Oh, I understand. Your Witchling." He says the word with a smile because it's Loki's nickname for you and he talks about you a lot. "So...?" he asks.

"So?..." Loki retorts.

Thor looks at his brother waiting, but nothing more comes. Loki has no further retort, but merely stares sadly at a point somewhere between the wall and the floor. Thor knows this look all too well, knows that a lot is going on in Loki’s head right now. It's a look that is often followed by a long self-isolation, because the younger Asgardian has never learned any other way to deal with the emotional chaos inside him. One would think that Asgardians would be wise and clever due to their long life, but the truth is that they are stubborn and take much longer to learn a lesson.

Thor is willing to nudge his brother in the right direction. By force, if necessary. "You said you made a mistake. So go, fix it." He reaches for the remote again, turns back on the TV, and grabs the bowl of snacks. Leaning back, he puts his feet up on the table.

Loki gives him a sour look. "It's not that easy."

"Good. Then it’s a challenge for once. You're always complaining that everything is so boringly easy here on Midgard," Thor replies nonchalantly. He has averted his eyes from his brother and watches the animated characters on the screen as if they were more interesting than what Loki is telling him.

Loki is gobsmacked by his brother's behavior, not used to him being so dismissive. "You seem to misjudge the situation."

"And you seem to be forgetting something important." He says this like it's something pretty obvious and throws a handful of popcorn in his mouth. "You're Loki, Prince of Asgard, worshiped as a god by Midgardians for centuries. Use your magic, use your silvertongue. Or don't. Maybe it's not worth it. You can watch the time of adventures with me." Thor gestures to the yellow dog on the screen.

Furious, Loki jumps up and glares at his brother. "There's nothing more worth it! I'll show you what I-..." He notices Thor's smirk and realizes that he stepped right into his brother's little trap. That sneaky bastard. He learned a lot from Loki. "Fine," the younger prince sighs, "You are right. There, I said it. Are you happy now?"

"I was happy to see you blossom at her side in these past weeks." Finally Thor is looking at his brother, his face nothing but honest. "It would sadden me if our family quarrel drove a permanent wedge between you. So, I mean it: fix it."

His brother's nod is enough for him as answer. "Do you want some of my popcorn? It's buffalo wing flavored." Thor holds the bowl out to him, but Loki makes a face in disgust when he sees the sticky brown texture. "Absolutely not."

"Your loss." Shrugging his shoulders, Thor shoves another handful into his mouth.

Loki steps up to the large panorama window, hands clasped behind his back, and ponders what he can do. He realizes he has gone too far. Normally he is a master of words, and knows how to use them in his favor. He made a mistake, but he'll be damned if he can't make things right again.

It's a sensitive subject for you, and Loki feels that it's not just the attack on your brother that's the reason. It must be something else. Something older.

Loki thinks about who he could talk to, who could tell him more about it. Because he is sure that you are not interested in talking to him or even seeing him at the moment. He has no contact with your siblings. Loki knows that he can get to your sister through the door portal in your room, but he doesn't want to use it. The risk of him stumbling over you is too high.

He can only think of one other person who might know something, and he doesn't like the prospect of that. Loki straightens his shoulders. It doesn't matter. If it will help him, he will do it. With renewed determination, he turns and strides with a "Thank you, brother" as he passes Thor, out of the room.

Thor smiles softly. "Anytime."

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(Please don't hate me. Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better. It's the last time Loki and the Witchling fight. I swear!)

Loki: „I hurt the Witchling with the greatest weapon I know.“Thor gasps „You stabbed her?“Loki: „No!“Thor: „Did you attack her with magic again?“Loki: „No, I meant words. I hurt her with my words.“Thor: „Ooooh….“

Code: Dangerous Jazz Hands = Loki’s hands glow with magic and not in a fun way

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Hey there lovely! 🖤 First of all, your blog and your headcanons/fan fictions are amazing and I enjoy reading every new one every time! I don't know if you still take requests, but how about the main 6 with an MC who's water suddenly broke. Like, how would they react? How would the MC react (this one sounds stupid I know and I'm sorry. ;-;) Well, hope you're gonna have a lovely day/night! ❤🖤

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Main 6 with MC whose Water Suddenly Breaks

Asra

The two of you are at Selasi’s, buying some bread and talking about your pregnancy. You’re due at any time.

You’re munching on your pumpkin bread with Asra rubbing your achy back when you suddenly feel a warm trickle between your legs. For a moment you think you accidentally wet yourself (hey, it’s common during pregnancy), but quickly realize that isn’t the case.

“Um…Asra? I think my water just broke.”

Asra and Selasi explode in chatter. Selasi tells Asra to get you home immediately, and he will go and fetch Julian.

Asra gets you situated on the bed with a ton of pillows at your back. He is gathering together everything you need for delivery.

He contacts Aisha and Salim through water, and you can hear them talking excitedly.

Much sooner than you expected, you hear the door to the shop open and lots of voices fill the air. Julian comes up to the loft followed by Aisha and Salim.

Aisha sits next to you and coaches you through the contractions. Julian examines you periodically for when you’re ready to give birth.

When the time comes, Asra is right next to you holding your hand. It’s rough going, but Julian withdraws a healthy beautiful baby.

Aisha and Salim clean the baby off before handing it to you. You and Asra gaze down upon your new child with love and pride.

Nadia

Your pregnancy has been well monitored and your every need tended to. It hasn’t been all that rough.

You’re in the garden taking a nice stroll when you feel a sudden weight followed by wetness.

Oh no.

You start to shuffle back towards the palace, and you call out for help. Almost instantly a palace guard appears.

“Tell the Countess that my water just broke!!”

The guard goes pale. He shouts out for another guard to escort you back while he dashes off to find Nadia.

The guard at your side doesn’t leave you. As you are taken to your room, he calls for the midwife to be summoned.

Only when the midwife dismisses him and Nadia sweeps into the room does the guard finally leave. But he stations himself outside your door.

Your room becomes a bustle of activity as servants bring all the supplies the midwife calls for.

Nadia remains by your side and holds your hand. She makes sure you are comfortable and that you have everything you need.

The midwife delivers your baby with expert precision and speed. You and Nadia gaze upon your baby with great joy and the guard who refused to leave you receives a special commendation from Nadia.

Julian

You two are enjoying a quiet night at home.

Julian made dinner for you, insisting that you stay off of your feet. You’re due any day now, and he wants to make sure that his beloved and their child are comfy and safe.

He’s sitting behind you on the bed, rubbing your back and shoulders.

You suddenly feel the urge to go to the bathroom. Julian helps you up, but as soon as you are erect, you feel a sudden splash.

The two of you look at each other, and your eyes grow wide.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit shit shit!!

Julian takes off like a rocket, gathering towels and heating water on the stove. You contact Mazelinka through water and tell her that it’s happening.

With astonishing speed, both she and Portia arrive at your home.

Julian had thought he was going to deliver his own baby. Mazelinka isn’t having that. His job is to stay next to you and keep you focused and calm.

He sucks at it. He’s so nervous his hand is trembling in yours.

Portia and Mazelinka are like a well-oiled machine. When you start to give birth, they calmly talk you through it.

When your baby arrives, Julian breaks down crying (even more than the baby). It takes both Mazelinka and Portia to keep him from bursting out into the street right then to show it off.

Muriel

He’s been a nervous wreck throughout your entire pregnancy. He knows precisely dick about pregnancy and babies.

If he wasn’t glued to your side, Inanna was.

While you were pouring yourself some water, you spilled some on the floor. You swear to yourself, but when you catch Muriel’s suddenly terrified gaze you realize that you actually hadn’t spilled a drop.

He scoops you up and puts you on the bed, his hands gripping his hair in fright. He has absolutely no idea what to do.

He sends Inanna to go get Asra.

He’s standing at the end of the bed, wondering if he should get ready to catch or something. He keeps peering in between your legs, expecting something really scary to happen.

When Asra finally arrives, Muriel is sitting on the floor at your feet, rocking back and forth. Asra comforts him briefly, explaining that this is going to take some time. Babies don’t just jump out when the water breaks.

Asra lights some calming incense and gets everything set up. He actually made the effort to learn how to midwife for his two best friends in the entire world.

Inanna curls up at your side, protective and comforting as always. You pet her as your contractions get stronger. Muriel is trying to keep calm.

You suddenly feel strong pressure. Asra takes position between your legs and tells you what to do. Muriel looks like he is about to pass out.

Before you know it, the baby is here. Asra cleans it off and hands it to you. Muriel approaches the two of you and for the first time in his life feels amazed and proud of something he did. When you hand the baby to him, he stares at it in absolute wonder.

Portia

She has been so freaking excited to be a mom! She’s been checking up on you every five minutes for nine long months and has been having Mazelinka instruct her on what she will need to do when you give birth.

She’s been very strict with your diet, but she’s also been really good with your cravings. She’s not going to deny you ice cream when THE BABY WANTS ICE CREAM, PASHA!!!

You were knitting booties and she was working in her garden one lovely day when suddenly you felt the wetness and your face went beet red.

Portia’s spade clatters to the ground. Her time has come!!!

She sets you up with some pain relief tea and sends a courier to fetch Julian and Mazelinka.

When they arrive, Julian is already coming up with lame uncle jokes. Mazelinka gives him a list of things to get from the palace, mainly to shut him up.

Maz gives you some of her famous soup to keep you calm and ease the pain some more. Portia rubs your legs and feet, and the two of you chatter excitedly about what the baby’s name will be.

When Julian returns, the entire kitchen staff is with him. They wanted to give their support and see the baby.

You’re not thrilled about being a spectacle, but these are your friends. And it’s not like they will all be in the cottage getting a full view of the event.

When it’s time, Portia is at your knees cheering you on and encouraging you. You damn well bet she wants to deliver her own baby!!

When the baby is born, she is struck mute. She washes it off and coos at it adoringly. When she places the child in your arms, she is giving you all the praise in the world for doing such an amazing job.

Lucio

He’s been so PROUD that he’s going to be a father. He’s been telling every foreign dignitary and every royal that has passed through the palace that the two of you are expecting.

If you thought he spoiled you rotten before, you were not prepared for the spoiling of upcoming father Lucio. And he has been so supportive of you and your needs; you have wanted for nothing (and he thinks you’re the sexiest you’ve ever been).

Secretly, he’s been a nervous mess. He doesn’t know if he’ll be a good dad and Morga has not been very supportive of him. She’s been blatant about how she hopes his child will turn out better than he.

One evening, the two of you sat at the organ in the parlor; he was enthusiastically listening to you practice. Suddenly, you stopped.

“Umm…Lucio?” You look between your legs and see that the bench is soaked.

Lucio is on his feet, his face pale as death. "Is it time? Oh shit, it’s time, isn’t it!!“ He’s bolting into the hallway bellowing “THE BABY’S COMING! FUCK SHIT, THE BABY IS COMING!”

The midwives have been awaiting this moment for weeks now, so they are in the parlor with you in an instant. You are gently ushered into your room where you are made comfortable. Lucio is pacing back and forth, practically knawing dents into his golden hand.

He gets to be rather irritating to those who are trying to tend to you. The head midwife sternly tells him to calm down or leave the room. He isn’t helping you right now.

He sits down in a chair on the other side of the room, tapping his feet anxiously. His knuckles go white when you really go into labor.

He stands up to watch his child be born…and promptly passes out on the floor.

Some fanning and smelling salts later, he is sitting next to you, staring at his newborn child. Forgetting everything his mother ever said to him, he takes the baby’s hand and swears that they will grow up happy and loved.

Ko-Fi ☕

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