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lady-rose-moon · 7 months

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HIIIII! Omg I got so excited when I saw that you're gonna be writing again. I read your fics before I figured out how to interact with authors without feeling embarrassed so this might be the first you're seeing of me, but I am a huge fan! I was hoping to request for a Loki fic? With these prompts:

"you're safe, you're safe" "what if I'm not?" "you're safe."

"who did this to you?"

"what are you doing out here, late at night?"

"I'm sorry" "don't you dare apologise for this"

Thank you so much!

You're so safe || Loki x Vanir!Reader || hurt/comfort

A/N: hello, my love, it is so nice to finally meet you! I do apologise for this being SO late but I have only just received the inspiration I needed for this project and I hope you like it! Please do interact with me more, I don't bite <3

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“I don’t care what you think!” you yelled, standing in the golden throne room of Asgard, sneering up at Odin on his throne, his whole demeanour menacing and unapproachable, yet you didn’t care, “I will find him, he is not dead!”

Odin merely gazed down at you, his expression unreadable as you stood beneath him. The older God had called you in today after receiving word that you were going to leave Asgard in an attempt to bring back Loki Odinson. He was your betrothed so why shouldn’t you fight to get him back?

“I am not asking for your permission, Odin,” you sneered, disregarding his title, bringing him down a few pegs so he is not as different as he wants to be, “he is your son but he is my betrothed and you shall not hold me back from him!”

That was when the Allfather spoke for the first time since you marched into the room with guards holding your arms. He studied you, noting how you were no longer the demure, frightened child he had selected for Loki. You had been corrupted by the Jötun and he had to remedy that. “You are still young, Lady Y/L/N,” the Allfather spoke, his voice as cold as his expression was, “I shall begin the search for a more… appropriate match.”

You reeled back, appalled at the King’s words before you broke into hysterical laughter, shaking your head. “You do that, Odin, and break the treaty with my family, I challenge you to,” you sneered before turning on your heel and departing from the throne room.

Before you could be grabbed by the guards, you broke into a run, smirking at the shocked exclaims of the guards behind you as you took of running down the hallways, expertly avoiding every attempt to be grabbed by various guards. With a grin, you slipped into Loki’s old chambers, not glancing at anything that could risk you to break into sobs and instead venturing to his wardrobe, pulling out one of his tunics and pants, hurriedly changing before running out onto the balcony and calling your magic to you to lift you down from it into the Queen’s gardens.

Once your feet pressed against the soft grass of the land below, you took off into a sprint, heading to the edge of the garden, searching for the gate covered in ivy. Before you could find it, however, you froze as a soft ‘Lady Y/N’ drifted across the garden. You turned and saw Queen Frigga frozen in the doorway to her garden.

“Your majesty!” you gasped, dropping into a curtsy even if it was quite difficult with your inappropriate clothing. Standing tall, you eyed Frigga nervously and spoke softly, “I’m not going to sit here and wait for a confirmation that he’s dead. I feel that he’s alive. Let me go.”

Frigga didn’t say anything, merely rushed over to you and pulled you into her arms. The Queen of Asgard’s hugs had always been a comfort and this time, it comforted your worried heart and the kiss she pressed to your brow was reassuring. “I never saw you,” Frigga whispered as a promise before turning away.

Smiling, you continued your search for the gate before exclaiming in victory when you found it, unlatching the lock and pushing the gate open and rushing through, pulling it shut and using seiðr to lock it behind you. With great knowledge of the layout of Asgard, you had no issue taking the long route around Asgard even as the warning bells raged from the palace and more guards were stationed near the broken Bifrost.

As you were hiding behind a barrel, waiting for a few guards to pass, you felt a tug on your leg which caught your attention. It was a small girl, dressed in her golden nightgown holding a rabbit teddy, her blue eyes staring up at you innocently. “Where are you going, Lady Y/N? They’re looking for you,” the girl whispered, seeming to understand the need to be quiet.

“The King has kept me in a tower, punishing me for my prince’s choices, I am on a brave mission to save him,” you explained, playing on the girl’s imagination, “so you must be quiet and never mention that you saw me. It’s all a game. I have to be ignored and not seen; do you understand? You must be quiet.”

“I promise,” the girl whispered before running off down the alley.

You nodded before taking off in a run, your feet now firmly planted on the glass of the Bifrost. As you approached the broken end of the Bifrost, you froze as you saw Thor standing there with Heimdall. Cursing beneath your breath, you approached them and stood beside Thor.

“You won’t stop me,” you whispered viciously, “I’ll jump if I must.”

“No need,” Thor answered with a grimace, gripping Mjolnir so tight that his knuckles had turned white, “he’s on Midgard.”

“Midgard?” you repeated with surprise before nodding and turning to Thor, “so we’re going.”

“I’m going, Lady Y/N, I must arrest him, he is not the man you knew,” Thor answered, turning to Heimdall and nodding, “do it.”

With a scoff, you watched as Heimdall lifted his sword and murmured the prayer to open the Bifrost without the observatory and when it opened and Thor was sucked into it, you jumped in too, ignoring the call from Heimdall.

The travel to Midgard wasn’t that long but when you arrived, it was dark. You’d appeared within a corn field, the soft rustling of the leaves comforting your anxiety before you closed your eyes and focused on the connection between yourself and Loki. That’s when you felt his seiðr for the first time in a year but it felt… wrong. Corrupted. That gave you more of a reason to find him, you needed to make sure that he was alright.

So, you latched onto his magic and disappeared with a soft glow before reappearing outside a glass cage. Disoriented, you grabbed a bar quickly to stabilise yourself before realising what was happening. You turned your head and there was Loki, his hair longer and greasy, his eyes a striking blue when they had once been green and his armour slightly askew.

“Loki?” you whispered weakly, staring in surprise before running across the bridge to the glass, pressing your hands against it, watching as Loki studied you carefully, “I thought… Oh, Loki.”

The God of Mischief tilted his head before striding over to where you were stood and sneering at you, “now you show up? After Thor?”

You stammered, thrown off by his violence toward you and tears rose to your eyes. “Loki… I tried to find you, I swear it! When you fell, I wished to jump after you but Thor wouldn’t let me.”

Loki chuckled darkly before stepping away from you and staring at you as if you were scum to him. “It took you a year to find me, how pathetic,” he spat, making you flinch, “what a pathetic fiancée.”

In that moment, you realised it wasn’t just his magic that was corrupted. It was him. He wanted your tears. He wouldn’t get them. You lifted your head with a soft smile, dipping into a curtsy before walking away.

Somehow, you’d been roped into assisting the band of Midgardians (and Thor) defeat Loki. You would follow Iron Man into his tower to confront Loki but that hadn’t ended well and you’d been knocked out by Stark’s flying Iron Man device as it raced after Stark when Loki threw him out of the window.

You were only awoken by the Hulk’s roar and Loki’s response. Groggily, you woke up and saw Loki shouting at Hulk, “you are, all of you, beneath me! I am a God you foul creature and I will not be bullied by- Ah!”

You watched as Hulk grabbed Loki’s ankle and began to bash him around like a ragdoll. You flinched as you watched Loki’s pained face after Hulk left and instantly raced over to him, pulling his head into your lap.

“Loki?” you whispered, your fingers delicately tracing Loki’s face, “Loki… are you okay?”

Loki didn’t answer for a while before he gazed up at you and his eyes lit up with recognition unlike how they’d been days ago. He knew you. Elation lit up your chest and you grinned down at him.

“Hello, love,” Loki whispered softly, his hands gently tracing up your arms before pulling you into a tight embrace, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head and brushed some hair away from his face, smiling down at him tenderly before whispering, “no, don’t you dare apologise for this. You weren’t you. NEVER apologise for this.”

Loki hesitated before laughing softly at you and shaking his head, resting his forehead against your chest and sighing with relief. “We have to leave, you’ll be considered a criminal to them now,” Loki whispered, his eyes shining with worry.

You laughed softly and nodded before helping him sit up and looking out at the sky as Chitauri continued to fly out of the portal. Then, you looked back at him and softly whispered, “how do we stop this?”

“Let them stop it,” Loki whispered, groaning in pain before his hands gleamed with green magic and you stepped closer to him, feeding your magic into his spell and you both disappeared from the tower, appearing two realms away on your home planet of Vanaheim.

The quiet of the brook and the crickets in the grass instantly calmed you and a smile lit up your face before you helped Loki to his feet and whispered, “come on, I know a place.”

For an hour, the two of you walked, Loki progressively becoming able to walk on his own until you reached a raging waterfall. Your hand gleamed gold and the water split, revealing a door concealed in the rock. Turning it, you brought Loki inside and closed the door, candles and lamps lighting as soon as the door closed.

“Welcome home,” you whispered with a soft grin, guiding Loki over to a sofa and helping him sit down, “this place is hidden from Odin and Heimdall, father created it for me centuries ago.”

Loki observed the place with a soft smile, there were simple decorations, but it was a blank canvas for the both of you. “It’s perfect,” Loki whispered softly before doubling over and groaning, clutching his head.

Instantly, you rushed over to him and removed the majority of his armour until he was left in his tunic and pants. There, you hesitated but when Loki nodded to you, you lifted the tunic and gasped at the sight of grotesque slashes across his back and arms. “Loki… what… who did this to you” you seethed, lightly tracing the slashes, observing the poorly healed cuts and infections.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Loki whispered brokenly, avoiding your gaze and trying to hide how much pain he was in. The God of Mischief grimaced in pain as you pressed your finger against a cut and watched infected pus pool out of it.

“Try me,” you whispered to him, standing from the sofa and walking into the kitchen before returning with a healing kit, sitting beside Loki again and beginning to cover his back with healing salve.

Loki hesitated but when he saw that you were serious, he began to tell you everything. About his fall, about Thanos, about the Infinity Stone controlling him and the torture he was put under for the majority of the year that he’d been missing. All the way through his explanation, you let him speak and pressed loving kisses to his forehead when you could. When he was done, you pulled him close to you and allowed him to cry.

“Shh,” you whispered to him, lovingly tracing your fingers through his hair, “you’re safe, Loki, you’re safe.”

Loki leaned into your comfort, his body trembling from the pain of the salve healing his back, seeking more of your comfort. Still, the trauma of what he went through haunted his mind. “But… what if… what if I’m not?” Loki whispered weakly, “Thanos, he… he’s horrible! Terrifying! Worse than anybody we’ve thought of before as being wicked!”

“You’re safe,” you answered, pressing a kiss to Loki’s brow, holding him close to you, allowing him to curl further into your chest, “as long as we are together then we will protect each other. Do not fret, you are so safe.”

Shortly after that, Loki had fallen asleep and you’d needed to magically carry him to the bedroom and cover him. Now, however, you awoke and Loki was nowhere to be found. Startled, you rose out of bed and searched everywhere before finding that the door leading out to the top of the waterfall was open.

Outside, you found Loki sat in the water, staring up at Vanaheim’s constellations, his eyes vacant and sad. As you approached, he flinched and a dagger formed in his hand but when he realised that it was you, he relaxed and muttered, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s natural, with your amount of trauma, Loki,” you whispered, sitting on the bank close to him, following his gaze up to the constellations, “what are you doing out here, late at night?”

The God gazed over at you with a lost expression on his face before he whispered, “couldn’t really sleep. Nightmares.”

You nodded and with a slow movement, you were sitting beside him in the cold water of the river, listening to the rush of the water going over the edge and landing below. You rested your head on his shoulder and held his hand tight in your own with a soft smile as you whispered, “you’re so safe, Loki, we have each other, you’re so, so safe.”

You heard Loki release a broken sob but said nothing, knowing that while he had your support, he also needed to fix his mental state on his own too. The God of Mischief was broken but you knew with time, he would find a new type of normal.

“I half expect the Bifrost to open and Thor to take me by my neck to Asgard, to my death,” Loki admitted quietly after several minutes in silence, “I miss my brother, Y/N, the brother he was when we were little. Not the brute he became.”

You nodded and gently brushed your thumb over his hand, just listening to his admissions. Loki appreciated your silence, your understanding that he just needed to talk, he just needed to feel like he was safe.

“I’ll never see him again, nor will I see mother,” he continued, tears in his eyes as he stared up at the star that he knew was the realm of Asgard, his home and the place that rejected him, “I wish I could say I was sorry to her, my sweet mother. She never did anything wrong.”

That’s when Loki embraced you, pulling you into his lap and pressing a kiss to your forehead before pointing up to Asgard’s star. “Perhaps, upon the day of Odin’s death, I shall return to my brother and my mother,” he whispered, his eyes full of hope for that future.

“Perhaps,” you responded with a soft smile, cuddling into his warmth before you began to shiver. “But for now,” you grinned, “back to bed, it’s cold.”

Loki chuckled and stood from the water, gathering you bridal style in his arms before walking down back into the house.

Glancing out at the sky over Loki’s shoulder, you glared at the blackness of the sky, swearing revenge on Thanos for what he did to your beloved. Little did you know, he was glaring right back at you.

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thank-you-my-friend · 6 months

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Loki: Mobius is your real name and you belong in a place called the TVA.

Sylvie: What do you want?

Loki: I want my friends back... I want my friends back. I don't wanna be alone.

Sylvie: See? We're both selfish. I know this is hard. But your friends are back where they belong. Loki: But without them... Where do I belong?

Loki: You should all just... go back to your lives. That's where you belong.

Loki: The TVA. You're fine without it. You're all just fine without it.

Sylvie: No, they aren't.

#they belong to each others #mobius #lokius #loki #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #wowki #time husbands #loki 2x05 #loki screencaps #belong #love #donki #sad loki

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rui-bean · 5 months

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Loki finale got me crying

Remember when Loki died in Infinity War? We all were complaining that it wasnt good enough for Loki. That he deserves so much more story and screen time? Well the executives at disney heard us I think

They knew they couldnt lock Loki away killing him, they needed to satisfy the hunger that Loki strived for. So they gave us what we wanted. They gave him power. They gave him a throne. They made him king. But at what cost.

They couldnt kill him like that. They had to lock him in such a situation that if we wanted him back, it wouldn’t be in character anymore. He’s not the god of mischief anymore. He’s escaped us and our pleas, and our whims.

I should be proud of him but i am in tears crying my poor little heart out.

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ajax-is-sugar-daddy · 4 months

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#Marvel #Loki #Odin #Tesseract #Odin sucks #Hate odin club #Be a better father #Loki needs a hug #Jotun Loki #Blue Loki #Sad Loki

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stupidthoughtsinwriting · 1 year

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Its not your fault (Loki)

i saw a title on wattpad and it gave me an idea. this maybe something ive cooked up in the loo

Loki, an old love of hers, finds himself on Midgard, on top of a destruction he never wanted.

She was persistent in helping him. Disregarding everybody else's warnings and fighting her way to get to him. He wasn't himself. This wasn't his fault, he was controlled. He was forced and tortured into submission. It wasn't his fault.

The others were going to take him, paying no mind to how pained he was. She got to him before they did. He saw the approach but didn't know who it was. He flinched and got defensive. When he saw her, the facade broke. He saw the girl he grew up with, the girl that was there for him whenever he was left alone by the others, the girl that comforted him when he wanted to give up.

She slowly walked over to him, careful and wary of not scaring him. When she reached him, she placed a hand of his cheek and he melted. He dropped the dagger he had and leaned into the warmth of her. Letting himself get lost knowing that she's guide him back and keep him safe.

He wondered why she was there, why after all he's done, why was she still there

‘Why trust me' he asked, savouring her comfort for as long as he could before the universe decides to take her away, one way or the other.

‘Because I love you, and I love you enough to know this isn't you' she explained, letting her words sink in for him. When he understood, he broke. Letting himself fall, knowing she'll be there to catch him. And she did. She eased him down on the messy floors, his arms wrapping around her and his head falling to hide in the crook of her neck. A hand went to his raven locks, cradling his head in her hold, her fingers scratching his scalp in a way she knew he loved and gave him comfort.

He just broke. He sobbed and he let out everything he felt from his months of torture. The pain, the manipulation, the lies and deceit, all went out as his mind tried to break through everything. His mind was a mess. He couldn’t even begin to process anything. He didn’t know what was true or false, but he knew he never wanted any of this. All he wanted was to be loved and seen. To be treated as an equal and she did that for him even after hurting her, she was still there.

He held her tight. His grip a vice, never wanning as he was afraid losing her and all this just being some cruel elaborate trick. She held him just as tight, knowing he needed this. She held him for as long as he needed to be held. Not giving a tiny rats arse about anything or anyone else but the broken prince in her arms. She whispered words of comfort, assuring him that she’ll never leave and that he’s safe. That she wouldn’t let anybody hurt him and would behead the mindless soul for even trying.

She dismissed his pleas for forgiveness. Saying what he could about what happened and she dismissed them, knowing with all her heart that it wasn’t his fault.

She laid her head on top of his, never minding the destroyed city just outside. This wasn’t his fault. She held her broken prince, trying to keep the pieces together for long enough until she could find somewhere to glue them back together. It wouldn’t be perfect, but she would love him, nevertheless.

Just outside the room, there stood the Avengers. Blocked out by her magic, a barrier keeping them from getting closer to either of them, they stood watching as their supposed enemy broke down.

‘What is this? This has to be some sort of trick. He must have enchanted her or something’ the captain questioned, believing that the god’s pain was an act as he crumbled down his beloveds’ arms.

‘No captain, this is no trick. Loki would never dream to trick his beloved. She’s come back for him after all that’s happened and this… what’s happened isn’t my brothers doing. She’s known the truth from the start. She knew this wasn’t his purposeful doing. Norns, I should have known this wasn’t him.’ Thor spoke, finally understanding the protests she gave.

‘What are you talking about?’ said the man in the iron suit

‘I’ve only seen my brother crumble like this once before. He’s only ever done so in the privacy of his own or mother’s chambers but the one time, he couldn’t hold it in, he found solace in her arms once he’s found her and… there was, is no trickery in that, only bare and raw emotion we couldn’t even begin to imagine.’

‘Do you trust her?’ asked the redheaded widow

‘I trust them. My brother’s vulnerability isn’t so easily shared, and I trust it all to be genuine. And I trust her to keep him safe. To pull him back from all this madness’ the brother spoke as he watched his little sibling breakdown in the arms of the one he loves. The god of thunder should have believed her from the start. They could have worked through it from the beginning instead of it all leading to this destruction.

little note or more of a pov maybe or some other insight, idk but

loki relinquished their relationship out of the blue and years later, she still came back to him, knowing that the man she loved wasnt the man he found on midgard. she was still there for him, believing his true self and looking past the façade of power, where she found the truth in a tormented version of her darling prince.

this may be rubbish but fuck it

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rockstarfairy · 2 years

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Our Navaria

Pairing: Dad!Loki x Female!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warning: -

Summary: Loki has sworn himself not to have faith in love anymore. Not after what Sigyn had done to him and their baby, Navaria. But somehow, you're different.

Author's note: i haven't write for so long and i am so so sorry 😭 thankyou soooooo much for your supports on my works hihi i hope you're going to enjoy this one !!

"a child ?" your voice came out quite hoarse, as if you're out of breath. within your spoken question just now; was the tone of bewilderment, as much as being amused, and not anything near disgust or judgement.

"yup, apparently Reindeer Games does have a child." emphasizing the word does, Tony had answered you while his eyes, just like yours, followed accordingly towards the standing muscular figure that belonged to the God of Mischief himself, who is right now cradling a sleeping infant to his chest.

"and the mother would be.."

"a Goddess named Sigyn. left him after knowing Loki's true heritage. Loki and his daughter will have to live here for a while." deep down, you were truly aghast with what Tony had told you just now. why would a mother left her child ? why would a wife left her husband ? if there was a hint of love within their matrimony, shouldn't they stick with each other amidst those horrific truths and obstacles this world has to offer ?

"Y/N, we might need your help. will you please..you know, show him around ?" Tony asked you. his right hand is holding the empty paper cup while his left hand landed on his hips. like a sassy man he is.

you let out a small chuckle. "why ? is it because i am the only one who'd never met him before ?" well, you were attending a completely surreptitious mission during the New York attack. though you'd insisted to fight alongside your Avengers friends, Fury had declined that request. back then, he wanted you to finish everything you've started, referring to that mission of yours. and now, maybe, you should thanked that guy for his absurd decision.

"well" Tony shrugged. "there's a right in that. Reindeer Games sent everyone, who's trying to approach him, away. maybe, who knows, your soft demeanor will enchant the God himself."

giving Tony your 'alright then' glance, you made your way towards Loki. you put on a politely warm smile, as you didn't want him to see you as a menace. after all, you wished nothing more than to help him. he deserves it.

"hi, you must be Loki. i'm Y/N." while speaking, you kept your gaze towards Loki's eyes. this is indeed, the closest you've been to him. you've heard about him, yes, but the truth is, you never met him. not until now.

a cold stare was what you'd received from Loki afterwards. and you've come into a vault of an utter realization, in which, he is the most beautiful man you'd ever laid your eyes on. though everything about him has suggested sin, the way his arms wrapped securely, delicately, around the fragile body of his tiny infant; says otherwise.

"well, brother, this is Lady Y/N. she's here to help us." geez, thanks Thor (who suddenly came out of nowhere but you do appreciate that).

"and tell me, why do i have to trust you, mortal ?" his voice made your whole body tingled with a sensation that you're not accustomed to, and quite failed to be described. his voice is somewhat mischievous, but yet very mesmeric.

"you don't have to trust me completely, Loki. but atleast, please trust my actions." its true. after everything he'd gone through, his credence will be highly arduous to gain. especially, for a complete stranger like you.

Loki gave you a slight nod. accompanied by Thor, who's poorly trying his best to lighten up this intense mood between you and Loki with his lame jokes, you lead the two Gods towards Loki's room.

"alright, this will be your new room. mine will be just infront of the kitchen." your explanation somehow got interrupted by the infant's sudden cries.

"hush now, my littlest princess. daddy's here.." Loki cooes towards his baby while holding her closer to his chest. you could see a glint of worrisome on Loki's face when his daughter still wont stop crying.

"hey..i know you dont trust me but..allow me to help ?" holding out both of your arms, you'd prayed upon the scattering stars in the night sky so that Loki will give you his permission and utmost consent to help him calm the baby.

"brother, give her a chance." boxes of poptarts are waiting for you my dearest Thor.

sighing, Loki passes his daughter to you. you took a few deep breaths, as to calm yourself against the fact that you're holding a soon-to-be goddess, and carefully, you wrapped your arms around the tiny little baby.

"hey, littlest mischief. i know you're scared but see, your daddy is here." while saying those, you rocked your body slowly, left and right, left and right. with your left arm cradling the tiny baby to your chest, you then lifted your right palm to caress her puffy right cheek. delicately, as much as lovingly. among those caresses, your index finger bends slightly to jiggle her cherubic chubby cheeks while cooing sweet noises.

magically, the baby stopped crying.

"yay ! there's my good girl !" you laughed, earning a precious toothless grin from the baby.

unbeknownst to you, Loki was watching this heartwarmingly situation with his mind wandering to the places he'd never know their existence. he still remembers, when he was the one who's waking up amidst the midnight's wind blows just to hold his crying daughter. Sigyn will never do that. his ex wife, to make matter worse, hates it when their daughter cries. she'll do nothing but to yell at his precious baby to stop crying, though we all knew that'll make his sweet little angel becomes more petrified.

and here you are, a defenseless mortal, who'd volunteered to hold his crying little princess. and dare to say, even managed to earn her precious sweet smile, all by yourself.

you then passed the baby carefully to Loki. "what's her name ?" you asked.

"Navaria."

"that's a beautiful name."

Loki only gave you a smile. a genuine one, if you're not mistaken. while you're still in trance due to his charming smile, Loki bids both you and Thor a goodnight and enters his room, holding his little Navaria who still has that adorable toothless grin on her tiny face.

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as week passes, Loki realized that he has an unspoken confession towards you. when Sigyn has left him, he'd made a promise, dare to say, infront of his own mother, to not falling in love with anyone, not anymore. but then you came along, showing nothing but love and care, ever so saintly, towards himself and his little Navaria. he'd found himself, and his tiny little angel, experiencing a complete stroke of serendipity the moment you'd stepped into their life.

at first, your deeds annoyed him. in which he believed, you felt it too. he'd thought yourself as an intruder, wishing nothing but to gain his absolute trust, only to break it in the end. but perhaps, he was wrong. it all started with the simplest action a typical samaritan could've done. every morning before you went training, you'll prepare two bottles of formula milk, warm them up, and put them on the kitchen counter with a scribled note saying 'for Navaria'. Loki will reluctantly took those bottles as to feed his tiny little angel. after all, we all knew for the fact that the God himself will not be able to give his own daughter milk if it wasn't from your help.

thats not all. you'll also prepare his meals everyday without miss. the two of you never eats together, as you're aware with Loki's discomforts towards you. every Sunday, you'll left him a few classics to read, and a box full with toys for Navaria. you'd no idea about their likes and dislikes, so you'd told yourself that every tries are going to worth it.

there's one time where you'd stayed through the night, despite your tired body due to your rough mission, only to provide your utmost care towards the sick Loki. you'd dapped wet towels on his sweating forehead down to his well-built torso, as to reduce the fever he was having. you made him soup, though he'd declined it at first.

at midnights, before Loki could even reach for his crying daughter, you are already there. the sight of you holding his little baby to your chest, in your most delicate manner, makes his heart swollen with love. there are times, when he woke up in the morning, and saw you laughing with his little Navaria in the kitchen. you'll cooed sweet noises, sang a few songs sometimes, and Navaria will looked at you through her adoring gaze. perhaps, his tiny little angel is just like him; both crave for the love and care that Sigyn has failed to offer.

"Lokiii..."

"yes darling ?" Loki hasn't realized this, but he has started to become less insolent towards you. more affectionate, it is.

"its snowing ! we should go outside dont you think ?"

your thrilled expression made him wandered far enough towards the thought of sacrificing everything in his perpetual life, if that means he'll be able to see those adorable smiles of yours through his eternity. so he gave you a slight nod, with a small smile carved on his otherworldly face.

that night, you put Navaria in the stroller that the Avengers had bought. as a gift, they had said. the three of you strolled down the street, amidst the blanket of alabaster snow covering the side pavements. there are moments, where you'll be pointing out at random objects, or buildings, earning such an adorable giggles from Navaria. and a smile of adoration from the God of Mischief himself.

it was when you'd excused yourself to buy some hot cocoas at a nearby coffee shop. when you came back, Loki and Navaria are gone. you've been searching for them everywhere; the dark corners, the forbidden alleys, but still, they are nowhere to be found. not until you saw Loki's lean figure behind an enormous pile of snow. slowly, you made your way towards him.

he looks quite peculiar too, as to say. ah, now you do understand what is going on. perhaps, the icy temperature has stimulated the process of transforming Loki and Navaria into their jotun form. is that why they were hiding from you ? you could see, ever so clearly, the sight of Loki shielding his little Navaria by wrapping her tiny wiggling body with a fluffy blanket that he'd conjured just now.

"Loki ?"

Loki immediately turned around. for a brief moment, the two of you got obscured within each other's gaze. and you'd realized, how ethereally beautiful they are in their jotun's form. "darling i..you should go." there was a slight hint of melancholy confines beneath the sentence he'd just said.

"Loki..you and Navaria..are beautiful.." your voice came out breathy, but serene and heartfelt. it made Loki's breath caught in his throat, as what you'd said just now was somehow quite astonishing for him.

"really ?"

you didn't replied his question. instead, your right hand caresses Navaria's cerulean cheeks, which made her squeals alongside her adorable toothless grin. Loki watched you in his absolute admiration. Sigyn never does that. she'd always hated him and Navaria whenever they're in their jotun's form. its horrendous, such an abomination; she had said.

but you, you're seeing this so-called abomination as something so gracefully exquisite. you'd turned his and Navaria's imperfections into an aspect that needs to be cherished, yet deserves every fondness a person could provide.

and so he kissed you. it was a lasting, deep kiss; fulled with passion and virtuous love. it was a sublime sight after all; with his right hand cupping your jaw delicately, his left cradling the tiny wiggling Navaria, and your arms wrapped around his torso, afraid to let go.

the kiss somehow got interupted by Navaria's adorable squeal; "dada..mama.."

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lokiandbuckysdoll · 2 years

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Jotunn or Not

Paring: Jotunn!/ frost giant! Loki X Reader

Summary: Again a beautiful request by @areynobodytoo

“Loki sacred the reader the will not like his Frost giant jotun form and become scared of him and break up with him”

Word count: 1.20K

Dividers: @whimsicalrogers

A/N: LOVE THIS! also this is my first time writing Jotun/Frost giant Loki! I hope i didn’t butcher him lmao, but I hope you like the outcome!

Yours and Loki’s relationship was fairly new however if felt like the two of you had been dating for a lifetime.With your new realtion ship Loki has changed for the better, but he also became more circumspect. That was something he never intended on ever doing until he met you.

You see Loki loved you with his entire being, you were the only thing that mattered to him. However he kept a secret from you that ate at him in the cold depths of the night when you slept peacefully in the comfort of his arms; his Jotunn form. With the sudden heat wave that had abruptly decided to hit New York, his tolerance to hide his form was wearing very thin.

You honestly didn't intend to walk in unannounced, you were so caught up in your thoughts that you forgot to knock and just walked into his room.

“ Lo-”

You paused, astonished at the site that's in front of you to witness.

Loki is laying on his bed reading a book as usually but his skin appears to be blue, this causes you to let out a small but audible “Oh”

Your eyes glaze over his body for a quick second before he uses his magic to appear in his “Normal” form.

This brings a frown to appear on your face, as your eyes move to meet his own. They are filled with devastation and sadness. He inhaled a deep breath before he blew out slowly.

“ Please don't be disgusted, I can explain!” his tone was a sad one laced with terror. He moved to sit up against the headboard of the bed and patted the spot next to him for you to sit.

You didn't hesitate to make your way to the bed, as you sat with him you could tell by his body language he felt horrified as he kept shifting in his spot.

You gently placed your hand on his knee as this would normally calm him down but he flinched at the sudden contact. You quickly pulled your hand away and apologized.

“I’m sorry” You gave him an apologetic smile.

You both sat in silence as the minute passed, you gave him his time and when he was ready he finally spoke.

“ Umm there is no easy way for me to say this” he paused letting out another deep breath.

“ What you saw moments ago was my true Heritage, my true form, my Jotunn form and I understand if you don’t want to ruther contuine our realtionship because of it” he looked down not wanting to see the disgust and disappointment on your face.

Instead he was met by the soft touch of your hand, tilting his chin to make him look at you. In that moment he saw none of that, what he saw instead was your smile, the one that he loves so much and your doe eye expression.

“ I know love, I know of your Jotunn heritage, I would never break up with you because of who you are loki ” You softly rubbed your thumb over his cheek.

You wanted to laugh at his deadpan expression as the questions flowed through his mind.

“ How do you know? I never mention anything about it and I always hid it the best that I could” he waits for your response but you simply giggle which causes him to be even more confused.

“The first time I saw you, I knew you weren't Asgardian. You were far greater than that. So i did some digging and maybe annoyed Thor to tell me ” you yet again want to laugh at his expression, Loki could be so dense at times with you when he's so vulnerable with you.

“ I honestly don't know what to say, You still want to be with me? You're not scared of the monster than i am? I just don’t want you to think any less of me” he looks you deep in the eyes and it makes you want to kiss him all over his face.

“ Loki, my love, My savior and my sweet king” you smile “ I don’t care if you are Jotunn or Asgardian or however you choose to identify. I still love you, and I will continue to love you! You've shown me what it's like to find true love in this universe, What it feels like to be loved and to give love. I Never want you to be scared or frightened to be yourself around me” you wipe the small tears falling from his eyes.

“Y-you mean it? If I show you my Jotunn form, will you still love me?” his Face went pale as he was afraid of your answer.

“ Loki, Jotunn or not I will always love you” That was all the confirmation he needed before he used his magic to show his natural form.

His skin turned into the most angelic blue you have ever seen. It glistened with the slight sunlight peeking through the curtains. You move to look into his eyes, the most beautiful crimson color of red filled them. Your eyes roam to see his natural ridges.

“ Can I touch Them?” you question being cautious not to upset him. He simply nodded.

You take in the elegants of his features. The way the ridges are placed on his forehead and cascaded down his ravishing face and body. You gently lift your fingers and trace the lines. They're smooth yet rough in the best ways possible. You trace the line from his forehead down to where it ends at the top of his lip.

Without question you lean in and place a sweet yet soft peck to his lips before you attack his face with kisses. This causes him to let out the most satisfying sound to your ears, his laugh. He has to pry you off of him just so he can gain his breath.

He smiled down at you as he was about to snap his fingers to turn back to his “normal” form. You quickly grabbed his hand to stop him.

“Please don’t hide for me my love, Your beautiful like this just let me enjoy for a little while longer” he pulls you lay in his lap.

He leans down and places a kiss to your forehead, nose and then your lips.

“ Thank you for giving me something i only thought my mother Frigga would give” his eyes gloss with nothing but admiration for you.

“ What would that be my love” you hold his hand in yours.

“ You’re love and acceptance”

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Fourth if July — Loki [song fic] {PART 4}

(warning: death ‼️)

Now, where am I?

What Loki did not expect from that day was the dawning realisation of his…true nature. After leaving your grave, he quickly made his way back to Asgard for Thor’s coronation as King of Asgard. It was quite a marvellous day for his brother, and even if some pangs of jealousy lingered in Loki’s heart in his desire to be king, he managed to keep a straight face. In fact he was happier than he expected to be.

The coronation was beautiful. The throne room of Asgard was decorated in all different kinds of designs. It truly was a big day for Thor…which was then immediately ruined due to an unforeseen attack to the palace.

Thor had pinpointed who was responsible for the attack and Loki being the supportive brother he is decided to help Thor with his stupid idea of taking down the Joutun’s. Loki thought it was ridiculous but Thor always gets his way with him.

What he didn’t expect from this journey was for his skin to not freeze up, but instead showcase his true nature…”What in the gods..?” Loki stared at the splotch of blue skin that covered his arm from the touch of a Frost Giant guard. This makes no sense, this isn’t right.

They all returned to Asgard, escaping with minor injuries. Thor was immediately sent to Odin while Loki locked himself away in his chambers, left with his wandering mind and life altering realisations…who was he? Truly and honestly…who is he?

My fading supply

With no one to turn to, Loki had found himself back at your grave “My love…I’m sorry I haven’t visited in awhile…things have…been weird to say the least” He huffed out as his head fell in exhausted defeat.

He walked closer to your gravestone and sat down across. Loki was clearly frustrated, lost, alone…His willingness to keep going, to find purpose again, to find life was all put to a halt once you passed…

This whole Frost Giant revelation has only added onto the stress coursing through his soul. Why was he lied to? Why had no one told him a thing? Did you know? Is that even possible?

“My Love I…I can confidently tell you that life has started shining again…even if you aren’t with me…but I just found something out a couple weeks back and I don’t know to whom to speak about this matter…except you…”

His eyes started welling up with tears, not of sadness, but of anger, of confusion, of betrayal. “I really wish you were here right now…I really wish I could hear your voice again my love because in all honesty, I have no idea where to even begin with this issue and it’s making me hate myself even more…I am the monster my own father warned me about and it hurts…it hurts…”

He fiddled with his fingers and twirled his hair while lost in thought. He thought about you, his life, his place in the universe. Everything.

Loki stayed by your grave the whole day, crying and pleading for you to be with him, just this once? maybe? please? please?

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(a/n): hello! yup its been awhile since i updated on this series but life has been busy (+ exam szn) and i wanted to put other fics out there but enjoy part 4!

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(a/n): UPDATE — officially i’ve decided to end the series here. I think the story is slowly reeling into Loki’s story already portrayed in the MCU, but if you want some sort of closure to this. No. Loki does not actually reunite with you, your stories end here. The same way he can’t be with Mobius at the end of Loki season 2, he cannot be with you.

Thanks for all the support on the series!

TAGS: @ladychota @scoliobean

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tessdarkbloom · 1 year

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#loki #sad Loki

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iamthehamburglar · 6 months

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#sad #sad thoughts #sad loki #loki and thor #loki #loki laufeyson #marvel #the avengers #loki death #random crap

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lady-rose-moon · 6 months

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Drabble fic || Loki X reader ||

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Months had gone by since you saw Loki, his side of the bed had been empty since you woke up on Wednesday. Nowhere in your small apartment could he be found, it was as if he had simply disappeared from your life.

You were devastated but honestly it wasn't that much of an uncommon occurrence for him to take his death, wait a year or so then make a reappearance. He was the God of Mischief, maybe you weren't worth his time anymore. That thought had you sinking to your knees with brutal sobs baking your body shake.

Your grief lasted a month to everyone around you, you wouldn't let them see just how much Loki's absence affected you. The God was a wonder to be around, a charming prince whom you adored fully and yet that wasn't enough for him to stay. Still, you got on with your life, back at the coffee shop serving the public in your own little way.

It was raining the day he came back. A fitting sign of your appropriate mood toward him.

He just sauntered into the coffee shop as if he owned the place, his suit clean and shoes shining, hair slicked back and beautifully curled. His emerald eyes met yours and all you felt was rage. Rage for how he could just do casually stroll back into your life after leaving you to your thoughts, knowing your brain overthinks everything.

"Hi," his silver tongue whispered softly to you as he approached, hands curled around the bottom of his suit jacket.

"Is that all you have to say? Hi?" You asked, raising a brow and hissing out your words, watching as Loki flinched.

"Y/N..." Loki began but you straightened, shook your head and walked away. Shocked, Loki called your name and followed you, his godly speed assisting him on approaching you quickly. "Y/N, please, it is not what you think," he whispered softly, his eyes staring down into yours.

You admired him for a moment, taking in the features that you knew you'd never forget. How blue-green his eyes were, how his nose was the perfect size for his face, how his cheekbones only assisted in exaggerating his handsome features.

"What's the excuse this time, Loki?" You asked, turning to him with your arms crossed, your brow raised and untrusting in your glance.

Loki looked around and whispered "not here" before pulling you close and materialising in your bedroom. That was when you pushed him away from you and paced the room. Shocked for a moment, Loki took a breath before speaking, "I returned to Asgard. Odin wants me to go to Jötunheim."

"Your... Birth place?" You whispered, never ceasing your pacing even if you were slightly intrigued.

"Odin saw how I was behaving with the Avengers... It was the first time he's ever complimented me, Y/N, in my thousand years of living," Loki murmured, his hands toying together, his little tick that you clocked onto being his nervousness, "he wants me to be Jötunheim's king."

You sucked in a breath and gazed up at your ceiling for strength before turning back to him. "You said yes," you commented, not really needing a confirmation for something you already guessed.

"Actually, I told him no," the God admitted, shocking you enough to cease your pacing, "I told him I....enjoyed being an Avenger and... I enjoyed my simple life... With you."

You couldn't help but stare at the God before tears rose to your eyes and you ran forward, embracing him happily as you felt his arms circle around your body.

"I'll always choose you, in every universe, I'll choose you," Loki whispered, his hand reaching up to play with your hair, taking in the feeling of holding you again.

What you didn't know was that the Loki who embraced you was not your Loki. Your Loki died on the Statesman, murdered by Thanos. This was a variant escaping a rapidly imploding time organisation.

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