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Not Him (7)

So here’s your next Loki chapter. I didn’t intend on getting so deep with this one but it unfolded a lot more than I had expected but I hope you like a soft trickster. This is during the mission Bucky went on in part 6 so it’s backtracking in a sense but yada yada, the next part will go forward. Please, I’d appreciate any comments and if you could reblog this too :)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Loki POV

Loki waited with arms crossed. His leg shook with impatience as he sat on the metal bench inside the Midgardian aircraft. He sighed, quelling his nerves, and looked over at his brother who was half asleep already. Thor opened one sparkling eye and his mouth slanted in crooked grin.

“You really must learn to be patient, brother,” He chided, “Besides, you did insist on being about half an hour early.”

“The sooner we’re gone, the sooner this is over with,” Loki grumbled.

His lips curled as he tried not to yawn, Thor’s show of his own fatigue reminded Loki of his own. His night had been restless as he dreaded the days to come. When Stark had briefed them on their mission, a knot had formed in his stomach and had yet to untangle. A week, even two, stuck with that super soldier. Two of them actually. Not to mention his dope of a brother. He sighed and caught his toe tapping on the floor, forcing it to still.

Loki hadn’t truly planned on being so early. He would have rather kept the soldiers waiting than to be the one sitting in expectation. It wasn’t until he had seen her kissing him. Holding his hand as they walked merrily down the hall. He had hidden himself as they passed, the rage and jealousy boiling until he felt a stabbing in his chest. It wasn’t the first time he had stumbled on the pair and he was certain it wouldn’t be the last. He had been hoping a mission would be time spent away from the reminder of what he had done to Y/N; of how he had sabotaged himself yet again.

Fate had never favoured Loki.

Finally, voices neared the open door and footsteps clanked up the metal ramp. Rogers entered first followed by his right hand, Barnes. They dropped their bags in the hold as they chattered and Loki kept his head down trying not to hear them. He was a trickster, but he couldn’t truly make himself disappear.

“So, was it Y/N who kept you so long?” Steve asked with a chuckle.

Bucky shushed him but confirmed his suspicion. “We’re still feeling things out, Steve.”

“I’m sure you are,” Steve nudged him as they neared the metal bench, “Thor,” The golden Asgardian rose to clap the super soldier’s shoulder, and then the other, as they shared quite the jovial greeting. “Loki,” Steve said stiffly to the odd fourth and the second-born prince merely nodded and prayed for his existence to end.

Steve sat beside Thor and Loki was further irritated when Bucky chose to sit beside him. The man was a plague on his person. “Hey,” He said quietly, his voice disappointingly friendly. How was Loki to despise this man when he gave him little reason to. “Ready to get into it?” Loki merely gave the super soldier the side-eye before leaning his head back against the wall of the jet. The ramp receded and the door closed automatically, signalling their imminent departure. “I’m not a big fan of heights either,” Bucky commented, “I’ve had a rough track record, you know?”

“I’m not afraid,” Loki adjusted his collar, “In Asgard, our aircraft were much more advanced.”

“Oh,” Bucky clapped his hands together, interweaving his fingers as he leaned forward on his knees, “Pre-mission jitters?”

“Annoyance. Mourning for my previous solace,” Loki answered and he felt his brother’s gaze upon him. He looked over at Thor who had ceased his own conversation and saw in him a startling resemblance to Odin. He had always been so skilled in provoking his father, too.

“Loki,” Thor said, “Try to be nice.”

“Yes, Mother,” Loki hissed.

“Cut it out,” Thor reproached, “Why are you being such an ass?”

The super soldiers looked at each other in confusion. Steve shrugged and mumbled, “Siblings,” as he leaned back. Loki huffed, his eyes flared at his brother but he quickly pressed his lips together. He didn’t need to further demean himself in front of these Asgardian mutants. He shook his head, tucking his chin against his collar as he closed his eyes.

“Do try to keep it down,” He slithered. He could at least pretend he wasn’t there.

As expected, Loki did not manage to doze on their way to the rendezvous. In fact he was tormented by the man who sat beside him. It wasn’t that Bucky said or did anything. Not to him, at least. He just reminded Loki of Y/N. Of the way he longed for her to look at him, to think of him, to touch him the way she did this damned super soldier. They were the same thoughts which had been running around in his head for the last few weeks.

He followed his brother down the ramp like a sulking adolescent. Sometimes that was how Thor made him feel. He couldn’t help but still get those twangs of resent deep down whenever he was with his brother, especially around these Midgardians known as the Avengers. They were just like him; perfect. They got anything they wanted and what did he get? Nothing, because he just couldn’t be like them. He couldn’t be...normal.

From the jet, the four of them squeezed into a small car, Loki relieved to be sat beside Thor. Well, mentally but not physically. That oaf of a god took up more than half the seat, leaving Loki to press himself against the door. It was fine, it gave him a reason to look out the window, watching the flash of random headlights and stark outlines of trees as they sped down the dark highway.

He didn’t know why he had been asked along. He rarely went along on any of these triflesome missions with anyone but his brother. They surely didn’t need all four of them. Loki supposed they needed a level-head to balance out the three brutes. Really, he was more subtle in his style, whereas the others tended towards destruction over deception. Maybe Stark just didn’t trust him without his sibling nearby to reel him in. He didn’t need to be leashed like a dog, he did just fine on his own. Why couldn’t everyone just understand that it hadn’t been him those years ago? Not truly...had it?

Thinking back on it, Loki was finding it hard to deny his autonomy in the invasion. Perhaps something deep inside of his was demented. Just look what he had done to Y/N. He could no longer blame it on his insecurity, what he had done had been entirely selfish, cowardly, and beyond all, cruel. Yet, he still couldn’t find another explanation.

The touch of her fingertips on his skin, her lips against his, her body pressed close...that was why. He wanted her. He wanted every bit of her and now he would never have it and all because of this stupid super soldier. No...all because of himself.

Loki was suddenly overwhelmed. The car felt suffocating as he felt the weight settle on his chest. That longing which never truly left him intensified and he missed his mother terribly. He wished she was here with him. He wished he was home. He needed her to tell him what to do. If she had been there, he never would have pulled such a repulsive trick. He would have known exactly how to endear himself to this Midgardian. Would have if the world had shown him any ounce of mercy in his life.

He no longer felt crowded but rather alone. Loki glanced over at Thor, his own blue eyes stared distant through his window. He should be happy he was there. They were the only family they had left. He supposed, for once in their lives, the two brothers were in much the same boat. Set adrift in the universe; refugees without a home. Perhaps Thor could help him, he had loved a Midgardian too.

Love? No, that’s not what this was. Infatuation. That was all. How foolish of him to even think of that word. Loki twiddled his fingers as he thought, a green aura rising from them in swirls. He was anxious. Thor’s eye was drawn my the magick. He knew what it meant.

“Brother,” He whispered and smiled at Loki. Loki snuffed out the lights around his hands and looked away guiltily. He clasped his hands together and leaned over just a little, so that Thor could hear him.

“Thank you, Thor,” He whispered back. He didn’t need to say what for, they both knew. Thor had always been there and always would despite all Loki’s pitfalls. He was the only one who understood that the trickster was not so smooth as he pretended to be.

“Tell me what has gotten you so down?” Thor sat beside Loki, the tight space uncomfortable for both of them. They were doing surveillance and were forced to hide in cramped bell tower of a local church. Who would ever think a cathedral would be spying on you?

“I’m not...down,” Loki protested.

“You cannot fool me, brother,” Thor tilted his head, his eyes betrayed his thoughts as they whirled, “What did the super soldier do to you?”

“Nothing,” Loki shrugged.

“Right.” He narrowed his eyes, “I’d never describe you as an overly personable individual, Loki, but I do know you do not expend the energy to hate someone unless they gave you reason.”

Loki sighed, scratching his chin as he stared out the window. One of them had to pay attention. He chewed on the inside of his lip, trying to conjure up a lie but nothing came. He just sat there in telling silence.

“Okay, if it wasn’t Bucky, what did you do, Loki?” Thor asked. Loki winced. Sometimes his brother was smarter than he let on.

“I…” Loki’s voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “If I tell you, do you promise not to say anything to anyone?”

“On my honour, brother.” Thor vowed.

“Thor,” Loki elbowed him, “I’m serious. And you can’t get mad at me, either. I’m already mad enough for the both of us.”

“Well, now you have to tell me,” Thor struggled to keep his voice down, “Look, I swear I won’t say a word and I’ll listen with an open mind.”

Loki nodded, willing himself to confess. Perhaps he would feel better if he did. He inhaled and steadied his hands on his knees. “I lied to Y/N. More than that I…” The guilt made his skin burn, “I pretended to be that super soldier and I-I-I tricked her.” He dared to look over at Thor but did not receive the glare he expected. He saw the empathy in his brother’s face as he listened. “I don’t know why I did it. Well, I know now why I did but I didn’t really think about it at the time. I didn’t think about how stupid it was or how hurtful it was and...I’ve tossed away my only chance with her.”

“Oh, Loki,” Thor’s hand was on his shoulder. It was a surprisingly comforting gesture and Loki hung his head. “Have you apologized?”

“Well...no, not really. I tried but I was interrupted and…” He frowned as he raised his head, “I don’t think she wanted to hear it. She doesn’t want anything to do with me and I can’t blame her.” He shook his head, pushing back his hair, “What is wrong with me?”

“Hmm,” Thor breathed, the cool night air brushing across Loki’s face as he leaned his chin in his hands. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you. I just think you need to give yourself a chance and then you’ll see that others will do the same.”

Those were his mother’s words. Loki knew it. She wasn’t truly gone, she lived on through them. They each had a part of her within them and it was these rare time that Thor astounded him. He always knew what to say, just like Frigga. Loki just needed to find that piece of her hiding inside of him.

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Find Your Way Back Home

Summary: Loki and Ingrid (OC) were childhood friends, glued to each other’s side for years, causing mischief together of course, until she became an adult and Asgard was in danger. And in order to keep her safe, he sends her to Midgard. It’s been five years since then... What will she do when he shows up at her door? After all this time?

Word Count: 4,311 words (I’m not even sorry ;))

Author’s Note: I just really freaking love Loki, so I decided to do a little two part story for my fellow Loki lovers. @drakesfiance @mischiefunmanagedus

Pairing: Loki X OC (Ingrid)

Warnings: Extreme fluff, a bit of angst, and so much love <3

Part 2 coming soon

Loki remembered the day perfectly, the memory of it has been the only thing that’s kept him sane all these years away from her. 

It was a fateful, spring day in Asgard, flowers were just beginning to bloom and kids squealed happily and played, then there was Loki. All alone in the corner of the courtyard, watching wistfully as everyone played, wishing he were as liked as his brother, Thor. They were only six at the time, but already Thor Odinson was the most popular boy at the school, he had everyone wrapped around his finger from such a young age. 

Loki, however, was cast aside by the other students, he was deemed different and not like his brother, so the kids stayed away from him, they were afraid of him. He didn’t let them show it hurt him, because even at that age, he had to learn to hide his emotions and be strong, despite the perils he faced and would face later in life.

That was until Ingrid arrived at the school, brunette, braided pigtails, blue eyes, bright smile. Loki knew immediately that she was the prettiest creature he had ever seen.

She had seen him sitting all alone and skipped merrily over to him, still smiling and not the least bit afraid, in fact, she was intrigued by the little boy, his raven hair and equally, mischievous blue eyes that she shared as well.

She smiled, and he looked up, awestruck that someone like her would come up to someone like him.

“I’m Ingrid,” she said, voice sweet and showing no sign of ill will, but he could tell from the look in her eyes she was, like him, a troublemaker. “What’s your name?”

“Loki.”

She moves to sit down next to him, so open and kind to him, he’d never experienced it before her. She grinned, “Let’s be friends.”

“Really?” he had to ask.

“Yes, really,” she said with a giggle and he couldn’t help but smile back. “I have an idea, and I need your help.”

“What is it?”

She pulled out something from her skirt pocket, revealing Odin’s eye patch, “I snatched it from him when he set it down, I was over there with my mother.”

Loki grinned, “Why did you do that?”

She shrugged, putting it back in her pocket, like it was the most normal thing in the world to steal the King of Asgard’s eye patch, one of his most prized possessions.

“Because it was fun,” she said simply then smiled. “Let’s go hide it somewhere.”

In that moment, they both knew, that this would the start of a wonderful and beautiful friendship.

From that day forward the two of them started trouble wherever they went, so much so, teachers wouldn’t let them be together in class for fear of them creating chaos. Which always ensued because they’d find their way back to each other, they always did.

They were both sixteen when they both were learning to fight with the King’s guard, both getting the special treatment because Loki was Odin’s song after all. 

Ingrid was a quick learner and before long she was an excellent fighter, on top of the magic that ran through her own veins, she could control the air around her and manipulate it to her liking, which came in handy for the many shenanigans the two of them would go on. 

She lunged for him, arm wrapped around his neck before flipping him over her shoulder with all her strength and might. She was a warrior, Loki knew this, and it helped how skinny he was, not have hitting puberty just yet, even if he is a god.

She was on top of him by then. She grinned wickedly, brown hair cascading down her shoulders. She had grown a lot, become more beautiful everyday, Loki thought, he didn’t think it was possible for someone to be this cunning yet so kind.

“You’ll have to do better than that, love,” he says, flipping them over so he was above her now. 

She laughed, breathing heavily, “Touche.” She reached up and kissed his cheek, distracting him long enough to flip them back over.

“You tricky minx,” he breathed out, grinning impishly.

She laughed, “You love it.”

He smiled and got up on his feet, holding out his hand to her, she takes it but not before pulling him down, back to the ground. They were chest to chest now, and she erupted with laughter.

“Tsk, tsk, Loki, you should know better than that, my friend,” she continued to grin. “And here I thought you were the god of mischief.”

He smirked, raven hair falling over his eyes. She reached up and pushed a strand of hair behind his ear.

“I like your hair a little longer,” she muses, and looked him in the eyes. “You should grow it out, you’d look very handsome,” she teased him and he blushed at the compliment.

“As you wish, Ingrid,” he smiled, pulling her up with him, chest to chest again, just as Thor walked into the room, eyeing the two of them suspiciously.

“How cute, you two,” Thor pointed pointed between them. “I could feel the tension in here all the way from the grand hall.” Ingrid smiled at the comment, noticing the blush on Loki’s cheeks.

“Shut up, brother,” Loki all but growled. “Ingrid and I were only training, unlike you, going out at all hours of the night instead of doing something productive with your time.”

“One of us should have a social life, wouldn’t you think, dear brother?” Thor smiled smugly, looking at Ingrid for a moment.

Thor was always kind, yes, but for a long time he was what Midgardian’s call a “player”, but who could blame him, he was irresistible and charming, but he hadn’t found his way just yet. In time, he would, Ingrid knew. She cared for Thor like her own brother because he was Loki’s family, and most of the time, she would enjoy his company, but never as much as she did Loki’s.

“I hope to see you again, Ingrid,” he had winked at her. “And hopefully, alone.”

Loki’s heart roared with jealousy, even if he knew she didn’t feel that way about Thor, he always felt his own insecurities get the best of him.

But she only scoffed, she never fell for his charms, her heart belonged elsewhere, even if she did not know it at the time. “I’m afraid the feeling isn’t mutual, Thor Odinson.”

Loki barked with laughter, it always did crack him up when she would resist Thor, unlike every girl in Asgard. Instead, you preferred his cool and mischievous yet soft, kindhearted brother. She loved the smile that made its way onto Loki’s face, her own heart swelling at the sight.

“You heard her, brother, you can leave,” Loki shooed him off with his hand and Ingrid shook her head, Thor going with an exasperated huff, but smiling when he knows they both couldn’t see. 

He knew of Loki’s affection long before Ingrid did, and loved to tease the two of them, knowing that his brother would indeed get jealous, perhaps he’ll end up pushing the two of them into each other’s arms soon enough, he thought before walking off.

But he would be wrong.

Even if the two of them felt something within them, both of them wanting the other to act on the feelings first because they were both too stubborn to make the first move. So he watched her be courted by other men, after she developed curves, longer hair, and a sinful smile. She watched other girls, ones that avoided him like the black plague all throughout grade school, after he hit puberty, growing into his looks, pale, ivory skin, wicked, blue eyes, strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, and became muscular after training with you, and still lean. But that smirk, the one she loved, was only for her, no one else.

He had once tried to go after her and tell her how he really felt, it had been Ingrid’s 20th birthday, and he had gotten her a locket to profess his love to her, so sincerely and beautifully.

But before he could, he saw her with another man, in his arms and happy without him, that he felt those insecurities creep back up again. He threw the locket into the sea that night, vowing to keep his feelings hidden, knowing he would never be good enough for her and that she would never feel the same.

She did, though. She desperately did, and she only let men court her to make him jealous, she always was the trickster. But after never getting the reaction she wanted, she dated other men because she wanted to get over her feelings, that they could never be more than friends.

The last time they saw each other bitter and left both heartbroken, when she was in an aircraft just as Asgard was burning to the ground, their home disintegrating before both of their eyes. 

“No, no,” tears had been sliding down her cheeks, gripping onto his armor sleeves, looking at his eyes that were glassy with tears as well. “No, I’m staying with you. Let me fight.”

“I cannot risk it,” he gulped, leaning his forehead against hers, one singular tear rolling down his face, clenching his eye shut. “I cannot risk you, my princess. Go to Midgard. Start a life of your own and be happy.”

“Dammit, Loki,” she slammed her fists into his chest, continuing to sob. “Let me stay, I’m not leaving you!” she looks into his eyes, both wanting to do the one thing that they’d been begging to do since the moment they laid eyes on each other.

But he turned from her. “Yes,” he paused to signal to the pilot after everyone was completely boarded on the ship. “You are.”

“No, Loki,” she whispered, pleading to him. “Don’t let me go, please.”

“I love you,” he said to her, looking her in the eye and she frowned, anger and sadness clawing at her heart. She didn’t want to leave, she wanted to fight with him and save her home.

Yes, they’ve said they loved each other, but as friends and only platonic, but the look in his eyes when he meets her gaze tells a different story. 

She met his gaze, “I love you too,” she said breathlessly, eyes searching his face.

He nodded, “Then you’ll forgive me,” he said in a pained voice, struggling to let you go, but if he let you stay, it would be selfish of him, to risk your life just to be with you. Besides, you’d be much happier without him.

“Loki!” she yelled after him as the ship closed and he watched her fly away from him, breathing deeply to contain the sobs of his own, knowing this was for the best if it meant you would be safe. 

It was now present day and Ingrid is working at Avengers headquarters, now standing in the kitchen with Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, arguing over who is more muscular when everyone around them knows the answer. But no one would ever tell them that.

“Steve’s on steroids, it doesn’t count!” Bucky gesticulates wildly and Natasha only grins and shakes her head, looking to Wanda who shares a smile as well. Ingrid can’t contain her laugh, and soon all three girls are doubled over in fits of giggles together.

Steve laughs along with them, “I’m not on steroids!” he says. “I was put into a machine and given superhero abilities, there’s a difference.”

“Can’t you too just call it a tie? It doesn’t really matter,” Ingrid smiles, looking at the two boys like a scolding mother would her misbehaving sons, her sweet, English accent calming both of them.

“Whatever you say, doll,” Bucky winks with a click of his tongue, being the charmer that he is. “But we all now who’s more muscular,” he flexes his arm to show off his muscles.

“It’s obviously Steve,” Natasha gestures to his arms and Steve beams.

“But I’m the one with the robot arm!” Bucky whines.

“No offense, cyborg,” Tony says, walking into the room. “But he is and Capsicle can thank the Starks for that,” Tony points finger guns at Captain. 

“Your father was a smart man, yes, but I would say that him procreating and having you was a horrible idea,” Natasha pats Tony hard on the back, walking out of the room.

“At least I’m not the one that’s a ballerina spy,” Tony grumbles under his breath. “How are you supposed to fight with a tutu anyway?” he asks himself out loud, walking out into the hallway.

“Okay,” Ingrid laughs, shaking her head and getting her things. “That’s my cue to get home, Frigga should be there from the bus in an hour or so and I need to be there to meet her.”

“That kid of yours sure is cute,” Steve smiles. 

She returns it, “Good genes, I guess.”

“If she’s anything like her momma...” Bucky grins.

“You’re a big flirt, you know that?” she tells him with a soft chuckle.

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“Momma!” Frigga runs up to Ingrid and envelopes her mother in a tight hug, wrapping her small arms around her neck as Ingrid lifts her off the ground, spinning her four year old in her arms.

“Hello, my little flower,” she coos in her wheat colored hair, looking into her daughter’s blue eyes that she got from her. “How was your day at school?”

“Really good,” she says, getting out of her mother’s arm as they walk hand in hand inside. “But Arthur and I did get in trouble again.”

Her heart clenches at the mention of her getting into trouble with a friend, but not because she’s disappointed in her daughter, but because it reminds her of her own childhood best friend that she gotten into trouble with as well. She misses him terribly, everyday, more and more she thinks about him, until he’s just a small, aching place in her chest.

“Frigga...” Ingrid scolds her daughter, kneeling down to her level. “You can’t get in trouble so much, it just sounds like this Loki is a bad influence on you.”

Her daughter furrows her brow adorably. “Who is Loki?”

Ingrid realizes she said the wrong name and shakes her head, not going to cry over him today. It’s been five years, get it together, she thinks to herself.

“Sorry, Frigga,” she apologizes with a small smile. “I mean Arthur. Why are two getting into trouble together?”

“Because he’s my best friend,” she grins. “And I love him,” she says sweetly.

God, she sounds so much like me right now.

There’s a knock on the door and it causes both Ingrid and Frigga to whip their head in its direction, the two of them share another look and Frigga raises her eyebrow. Another knock sounds from the door.

“Do I need to get the baseball bat?” Frigga punches her fist into her palm.

“No, dear,” Ingrid kisses the top of her daughter’s head. “I’ll go get it, you go get the television ready for us to watch your favorite movie.”

She nods eagerly and skips happily into the other room, Ingrid smiles fondly as she walks up to the door, pulling it open.

The smile soon fades from her face when she stands face to face with a familiar, raven haired prince. He smiles and it’s so soft and unlike him, it catches her off guard. All this time he finally decides to see her, and now he’s here, he’s really here. Five years of waiting for him to find her and hold her again, to cause trouble like they did when they were children and get back to who they were. She’s upset, frustrated, devastated, heartbroken, elated that he’s back, but... angry.

Ingrid shakes her head in disbelief, wiping at her teary eyes, a few stray ones falling, before looking him dead in the eye again. 

Then he smirks eyes raking over her, she’s so beautiful, if not more so than the last time he saw her. Her long, warm, brown locks fall down her shoulders in lazy curls, and he can tell her body is gorgeous, compliments wonderfully with a silk blouse and tight, pencil skirt, hugging her waist. She’s frowning at him, and it hurts him so to see her so angry at him, but he knows it is justified, she must be furious. But not only was she the most stunning woman he has ever seen, more than an goddess or maiden he’s ever laid eyes on, she’s also a warrior, a genius, a fighter. And that’s why he’s been in love with her since that day in courtyard, knowing he’d do anything, anything for this one girl, just to make her happy.

He’s sporting that wonderful green and gold suit she loved so much, and she can’t help but notice how her heart does a little flip at the sight of his infamous, little smirk, “Oh, how I’ve missed you, darling.”

Then she slaps him across the face.

He doesn’t even flinch, but clenches his eyes shut, frowning, “I suppose I deserve that.”

“You suppose?” she repeats. “You send me to Earth, don’t talk or reach out to me for five fucking years and forget about me. I thought we were friends, and you let me go like I meant nothing to you!”

Loki’s eyes blaze and he has to look away from her, avoiding the hurt evident in her cobalt blue eyes. “Believe me, love, I never forgot about you. I only thought that you wouldn’t want to see me after-”

“After what happened?” she finishes for him. “Well you wouldn’t know that I’ve missed you everyday for the last five years, wondering if you were ever going to come back to me, thinking that I wasn’t good enough for you to find me because you never asked. Did I really mean that little to you? Little enough for you to-”

His arms are wrapped around her in an instant, pulling her flush to his chest, head resting on her shoulder. She struggles against him for a moment, but he holds her tighter, just before she lets a sob escape and wraps her own arms tightly around him, crying into his chest, inhaling his familiar aroma of lemongrass and cedar-wood.

“You mean everything to me, Ingrid,” he whispers into her hair, hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. “I never came because of my own self doubt and insecurities, and for that I am truly sorry.”

She looks back up at him and grins, causing his heart to flutter, a feeling he’s only ever gotten around her. He’s missed this, her being in his arms, inhaling her scent, still loving her after all this time. His desire for her has only grown with the passing years, and standing in front of her now, he can hardly contain himself.

“Then why now?” she asks.

“Thank my dear brother, Thor, for that,” he whispers in her ear, a breath of laughter escaping him making her giggle. “He’s visiting Jane and made me come along.”

“How long will you be here?”

“As long as I need to be,” he whispers into her hair, kissing the top of her head.

“Don’t give me any ideas,” she holds his face in her hand and he leans into her touch. “I just might keep you here with me forever.”

“I can think of far worse punishments,” his eyes glaze over her.

“Are you flirting with me, Loki Lafeuyson?” she asks, laughing softly at how much she enjoys it.

“Oh, darling, if I am, you’ll know it,” he whispers, meeting her eyes with an wolfish smile, worried he just might take her here and now.

She matches his mischief filled smirk, “Well-”

“Mommy!” Frigga yells from inside and Ingrid unlatches herself from Loki’s grip, looking to her daughter before scooping her up in her arms.

Frigga looks at Loki, perplexed and curious to who this strange man is, “Who is this mommy? Is this Loki? The man you talked about earlier?”

“It most certainly is, my flower,” she looks at Loki who appears to be very nervous, looking at the daughter with bewildered eyes.

“She’s...”

“Yes,” Ingrid gulps nervously, looking to Loki.

“Well, she...” he looks at her with soft eyes. “Shares your beauty, the same blue eyes as well.”

Ingrid blushes, setting her daughter down, “Well, her father gave her the blonde hair, not me.”

Loki makes an “oh” face, and nods, licking his lips. The thought of Ingrid being with another man, her bearing his child, makes his heart burn with jealousy. He wishes to be that man for her, but that would be him being selfish again.

Maybe you both deserved to be a little a selfish.

Before Loki can ask about the father, Frigga tugs him down to meet her face, he smiles and gets down to her level, on one knee in front of her. And just like Ingrid was all those years ago, she is not afraid of him, and that makes him smile. He’s never known love like this before. Frigga’s hands hold his face and she studies his features, looking at the man that’s making her mother smile this way. She’s four, yes, but even she knows what love is, at least when she sees it.

“Hello, little one,” he grins and Frigga returns it, causing Ingrid’s heart to swell at the sight.

It’s like she’s falling in love with him all over again, friend or not, he holds a place in her heart.

“Can I tell you a secret, Mr. Loki?” she whispers conspiratorially. 

He nods, tilting his head so she can whisper in his ear.

She cups her little hands over her mouth as she loudly whispers, “I think my mommy has a crush on you.”

Loki looks at Ingrid for a moment, biting his lip to hold back a grin, nodding to the daughter, “Interesting. And how do you know this, little flower?”

“Her face is different,” Frigga explains. “And she’s smiling a lot, she keeps looking at you too.”

Loki grins and Ingrid is nervous now, wondering what they’re whispering over. “Can I tell you a secret in return?” Loki asks.

Frigga nods eagerly, looking at the man with bright eyes and a bright smile. 

He cups his own hand over his lips, being sure to let Ingrid hear him as he whispers to the girl, “I have a crush on her too.” Frigga giggles.

Ingrid’s face is all shades of red when he says this, eyes growing wide and lips edging into a demure smile that’s driving Loki wild by the second.

Ingrid is beside Frigga now, turning her daughter in the direction of the living room, “How about you go to the living room while I talk to Loki, hm?”

Frigga has on her own little, knowing smirk and Ingrid tickles her sides, making them both laugh. Loki watches the sight with a smile, wondering to himself why it took him so long to get back to her. Maybe if hadn’t been so stubborn, this little girl before him could have been his instead of another man’s. 

It would have changed everything.

Frigga runs excitedly into the other room, leaving the two adults to look at each other, both not knowing what to say or how to say it. How do you say you’ve loved someone your whole life, and never did anything about it because you were simply too afraid of rejection and your own self preservation?

How could they possibly convey all of those feelings? What words could express emotions like those?

“Her father...” Ingrid sighs. “It was one drunken night in college, I got pregnant, and left me after finding out.”

Loki frowns, anger towards this man that would leave a woman as extraordinary and as kind as Ingrid. “I’m sorry, love.”

“Don’t be,” she smiles. “I got Frigga out of it-”

“Wait?” he stops her. “Frigga?”

Ingrid smiles bashfully, blushing again when Loki takes a step closer to her, “Yeah... After your mother, she was more of a mother to me than my own, and I wanted a piece of Asgard to stay with me. A piece of you, I guess.”

He brushes her cheek softly, making her breathing hitch, “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, darling, the last few years have been agony, wanting to keep you safe. It was no easy task to leave you here, I wish I could have come with you.”

She nods, she knows why he did it, it was to keep her safe. Even if she didn’t like it, she understood. “I missed you too,” she breathes out, meeting his eyes. “God, so much.”

“Then go to dinner with me,” he says, more of a command than a request, but Ingrid didn’t mind, she could hear the evident desperation in his voice, laying his heart out on the table for her, all hers for the taking, looking at her wantonly.

“Dinner...?” Ingrid laughs softly. “You know I can’t.”

“Why not?” he frowns.

“It’s not like don’t want to, Loki, I just... I’m a mother now, I have to take care of her. I haven’t been out with someone since... since...” she pauses to think. “I can’t even remember when.”

“Then all the more reason to go out with me,” he smiles.

She raises her eyebrows. “Are you asking me on a date, Loki?”

“Do you want it to be?” he asks.

She nods, feeling daring in front of him like they were little kids again, “Yes.”

“Then be ready at six tomorrow night,” he smirks. “I have five years to make for, after all.”

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