Adopted By Frostiron
Fourth Part From This Fic Inspired By The Gorgeous Fanart Made By murdermuffinloki:
Here is the fourth part! A Frostiron Story of Loki and Tony adopting little Sylvie ❤
"Sylvie! We're going to get into trouble!"
"Relax, Peter. I know what I'm doing."
"You've said that before and look what happened then."
It had been years now since Sylvie had been adopted. She'd changed her name so as not to cause confusion between her and her Mom, picking out the name Sylvie. Nobody really knew why she had chosen the name but in the face of her excitement at choosing the name, nobody ended up questioning it.
Sylvie huffed, clicking her fingers at Peter who gave her an unimpressed look. "Scissors, Peter."
Peter, now nearly fourteen, sighed in exasperation but handed them over. "If mom or dad finds out—"
"They're going to find out eventually, Peter," Sylvie told him, turning to look in the bathroom mirror so she could see what she was doing. "But not before I'm done."
Peter groaned, bouncing on the balls of his feet, constantly glancing back at the bathroom door.
"Stop it. You're going to make me nervous," Sylvie berated him. "Just go stand guard and keep watch."
Peter grumbled under his breath, something about pushy little sisters but did as told.
Sylvie rolled her eyes. She was thirteen now, aging normally in Midgardian years to save other mortals confusion. She would live longer than any other mortals though.
Sylvie stared with a frown on her face at her reflection. It wasn't that she didn't like how she looked. She was pretty for her age as mom always told her but she wanted...something. Just a change.
Sylvie chewed at her lip, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. She knew cutting off her hair herself wasn't a great idea but she could do it. It couldn't be that hard.
Taking a deep breath, she straightened out a length of hair that reached past her shoulders and raised the scissors up.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Sylvie yelped in alarm, the scissors slipping from her hands but they never hit the floor, hovering in the air.
Loki kept his hand up as he walked over with a raised eyebrow, plucking the scissors out of the air when he was close enough. Sylvie caught Peter's guilty looking face peeking around the doorframe, an apologetic look in his cinnamon brown eyes.
Sylvie swallowed. "N-nothing."
Loki was definitely not fooled in the slightest. "Is that so? Because to me, it looked as if you were about to cut your hair."
"Um..." Sylvie looked down at the floor. "I...might have been."
"Why?" Loki inquired. He didn't sound angry or upset. Just curious.
"I just..." Sylvie waved a hand vaguely. "Wanted something...different."
"I see," Loki murmured, looking Sylvie over one before nodding. "Turn around."
"What? Why?" Sylvie asked, always one to question everything first before doing as told. She was rather defiant like that.
"I'm going to cut your hair for you unless you wish to make a mess of it by doing it yourself," Loki stated simply, making Sylvie flush in embarrassment.
She would have argued that Loki wouldn't know if she would have done a bad job or not herself but decided against it as she turned to face the mirror, glancing at Loki's reflection who was looking over Sylvie's hair, humming thoughtfully.
"Did you simply want it shorter?" Loki asked, grabbing the brush on the counter and began brushing Sylvie's hair straight.
"Yes?" Sylvie said unsurely. She had wanted her hair shorter.
"Is that all you want?" Loki asked gently.
Sylvie chewed at her lip. "Maybe...a different color?"
Loki raised an eyebrow. "Which color would that be?"
"Um..." Sylvie hadn't really thought up to this point. She really had only planned up to cutting her hair shorter. Changing her hair color had been a distant thought but now that she was being given the choice. "Blond?"
"Blond," Loki repeated, placing aside the brush in favor of the scissors. "How short am I going to cut to? Ear length, shoulder length?"
"Maybe...maybe just above my shoulders?" She suggested, receiving a nod.
Sylvie stayed stock still as Loki cut her hair, holding her breath each time her hair was snipped off and fell to the floor at her feet.
"I want you to know," Loki spoke up as he set down the scissors and grabbed the brush, Sylvie staring wide at her short hair. "That you can always come to me about anything you want, do you understand? I will not tell you no if what you want doesn't harm you or anyone else."
Sylvie nodded slightly before gasping when her hair went suddenly from her normal black to a golden blond like water was running over her head. "How—?"
"One day I'll teach you how to do that for yourself," Loki promised as Sylvie turned to hug tight.
"Thank you," she mumbled, making Loki chuckle as he reached down and picked her up in his arms.
"Let's go show your father, hm?" Loki suggested, getting an eager nod as Loki carried her from the bathroom.
Sylvie knew she was getting too old to be carried around everywhere but she couldn't care less as she wrapped her arms around Loki's neck, hugging him tightly. "You're the best mum in the world."
Loki smiled. "I doubt that but thank you. I try my best."
Sylvie wrinkled her nose. "Who else could be a better mum than you?"
"Plenty of people, I'm sure," Loki said, kissing her forehead. "But I'm glad you think I'm good enough for that title."
Sylvie only pressed a kiss to Loki's cheek and rested her head on her shoulder. "The best."
Loki only smiled. Everyday he was more and more glad he had Sylvie for a daughter. He would never change the day he saved that scared little girl from the TVA.
@murdermuffinloki This chapter was shorter but I didn't know what else to write so this is the end for this fic. Hope you enjoyed it though! 😅❤
Tagging @mashumaru @kymera219 @just-inside-her until you tell me otherwise ❤
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