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cueloki · 17 hours ago

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expecting love - Loki x F!Wife!Reader

A/N: I'm back yet again. I've been on a roll lately with thinking about Loki being a parent/expecting parent. And after my slightly angsty Loki-as-a-dad fic, I had to write one where it's all happy and fluffy and Loki is kinda pathetic for his pregnant wife. I think this sudden bout of parent fics is because of my period (help).

(dividers as always by the great @cafekitsune) (the text between the red dividers can be skipped, it's just smut)

ALSO this is set in Asgard. I've sort of left it open-ended about whether Reader is mortal/asgardian/from another Realm, etc, in hopes of leaving it as clean slate as possible, but Reader and Loki are married and she is therefore a princess of Asgard.

CW/TW: reader is pregnant, so talk of pregnancy, baby, gestation, etc. Also Loki is a little shit and a bit of a whore (so basically Loki is themself), Loki always wants his wife (especially bc she's pregnant now), Loki gets himself out of situations by being romantic and using his silver tongue, smut halfway through the fic (separated by dividers) (breast kissing/sucking, dirty talk, praise, allusions to oral (f!receiving) slighttt begging/desperation from loki, fingering)

words: 1408

(i want his smile between my legs)

You first stirred awake at the feeling of something insistent against your shoulder. You let out a heavy breath, already irritated for being woken up. Sleep had been coming harder to you lately, and you’d made it a point to insist on being left to sleep whenever possible.

“What.” You grunted out.

“My darling…” Loki murmured, nearly cooed, and gently nudged his nose against your shoulder some more. “So angry already…” He sighed wistfully before kissing your shoulder.

“You woke me.”

“It was an accident, my darlingly ferocious lioness.” He said, attempting to soothe you even as you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“I need my sleep now.” You said, repeating what you’d been telling people for many weeks now.

“I know, my love. Will you forgive me if I let you go back to sleep in my perfectly strong arms?”

“No.”

“My, but what has happened to my bride? You used to be significantly more kind to me… you are wounding the Nine Realms’ crown prince, you know… they might just start a riot if this gets out.” He murmured against your shoulder, sighing sadly at your expense.

“This is all your fault, Loki.” You said dryly, completely ignoring his dramatics. It felt too early for them today.

“My fault?”

“Yes! You crowd me every night and crawl over me like a feral animal, what else was set to happen but for me to be with your child?”

Loki laughed, falling back onto his back. Appalled, you turned over, resting you forearms on the bed so as to sit yourself up and glare at him.

He quieted down almost immediately at your fierce glare. He’d quickly learned not to seek your irritation out ever since you’d both found out you were expecting.

“My darling…” He began, offering you a cautious grin. “I was not laughing at you. You are… the most beautiful princess I could have ever dreamed up to be mine. Alike to the most enchanting forest nymph, truly. I only laugh because you still think that it is physically possible for me to resist you…” He curled his long, lean body against yours, resting his cheek right below your chest. “You are delightfully beautiful, addictive, and that makes me insatiable for you, my goddess.”

You tried not to let it show that his words, as always, had softened your temper. Silver tongue.

“And now, mmm, with our wonderful little one in your belly, you are beyond perfect. Beyond… beyond any and every example of perfection that the Norns could try and think up. My goddess… I worship you and your wonderous body that shall grant me this gift. This gift I had never even thought to deserve. You… the both of you, are my salvation.” He finished his deeply touching monologue with a tender kiss to your belly.

You had only just begun to show, and you were only about a third of the way along. Still, Loki spoke to your stomach very often, and rubbed it tenderly every night and every morn. He wished to make sure the baby would never doubt that it was treasured and loved beyond belief.

You sighed and blinked away the tears that had built at your waterline from his words, and moved your hand to gently thread through his black waves in order to caress his hair (like he always secretly wanted you to do).

He thanked you for the affection by pressing another kiss to your stomach.

“I forgive you for waking me and for laughing at me.” You announced, trying to sound stern.

He snorted softly against your stomach.

“Thank the Norns, I was so worried.” He sassed.

That earned him a slight pull of the hair, which ended up getting the two of you greatly distracted from sleep for close to an hour.

“You drive me half-mad when you wear this nightdress, my love…” He purred against your mouth, kissing the corner of it. “You look so very delectable in it. I wish to rip it off.”

“Don’t you dare…” You gasped out, arching against his body as his lips moved lower, kissing your neck now. “It is new, and I shall need more as the babe grows.”

“Then I shall rip every one and have the seamstresses working day and night for more.”

“That is a cruel thing to do, husband. They are people, too.”

“Fine…” He said as he pushed the short sleeves of your nightgown down enough to reveal your breasts. “Then, so as to respect your wishes of letting them rest, you shall have to start going to bed naked. What a shame.”

You gasped, throwing your head back against the pillows as his mouth wrapped around your right nipple, giving it a brief suck before biting it gently, almost playfully.

“I wonder, darling, do you keep getting riper between those delightful legs?” He asked, kissing the skin of your breast. “I think it is my duty as your husband to verify that…” He purred.

You let out a soft breath, chest heaving, as you looked up at the ceiling. One of Loki’s hands moved from your chest down to your stomach, caressing it tenderly.

“Will you let me, darling? Please. Please let me see if you’ve made a mess between those sweet thighs.” He whispered, lowering his head in near worship.

“Yes… yes,” You agreed in a quick breath, already instinctively spreading your legs.

“Norns… I love having you, my love. Every day, as many times as you’ll let me… thank you.” Loki whispered, slowly inching his way lower on the bed so that he could sit on his haunches between your spread legs. He groaned with pure pleasure as he lifted the bottom of your nightgown and revealed the space between your legs.

“Bare… you have given me free entry into Valhalla…” He moaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back as if in prayer to the Norns themselves for giving him this opportunity.

You were breathing quickly, watching his hands in expectation, waiting for one (or both) to slither between your legs.

It did not take long. Loki gave another groan as he felt the warmth and wetness awaiting him between your thighs.

“Oh, my love… you are perfect… so warm. I cannot wait to taste you again… it will never be enough. Never. The sweetest of nectars. My ambrosia, and our love has only made it the sweeter.”

“As I said earlier, you absolute vixen, I cannot even attempt to resist you.” Loki breathed out, still catching his breath while he laid on his back with an all-too-pleased grin. His black hair was mussed, there was a love bite on the curve of his neck, as well as a playful bite right above his right pectoral. You, on the other hand, had a love bite on the inside of each thigh.

“Lie back, darling.” He called out, gently pulling you to him and into his arms.

“I am hungry-” You began to protest, huffing as you tried to sit up out of his arms.

“I called for breakfast a few hours ago, my love. It is set to be delivered in a few minutes. Now, lie here and rest in your husband’s arms.” He explained patiently, pulling you back down against him.

You looked up at his face in bewilderment. “You ordered breakfast for us before I woke? And you took our love making into account?”

He smirked. “It was a simple prediction, my love. Based on the past few mornings, I believed I was safe to assume that there would be one hour after you woke where we would require absolute privacy. It seems I was correct.” He kissed your temple.

As the two of you went quiet for a minute, you allowed yourself to relax against his chest.

“… Unless, of course, you would like an audience, my vixen? Perhaps an illusion of myself, for a start-”

“I will gag you, Loki.” You threatened without even lifting your head.

He hummed happily.

“Do not tempt me with a good time, darling. I am all yours, you know that. Entirely. But do wait to do it after breakfast, please, my love. I am starving.” He said with a dramatic sigh, patting his muscled stomach with one hand.

He snapped the fingers of his other hand, a gold-green mist making rope appear on the bedside table as he wiggled his brows with an eager grin.

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cueloki · 1 day ago

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mint confetti - Loki x F!Reader

A/N: I'm back so much sooner! I got hit with inspiration (at the worst time as always) and wrote this out in one afternoon. I just haven't been able to stop thinking about Loki as a parent, especially to a girl. And yes, she'd be called Freyja, after Frigga. I also haven't been able to get ex Loki out of my head, though i tried not to make him too jealous in a cringe way. I left the ending sort of open ended but I think (hope) the implications are clear. Hope you guys enjoy!!

TW: Pregnancy, unplanned/unexpected pregnancy, childbirth, angst, breakup, Loki uses spells as protection (magic condom basically), Loki being a little shit, Loki is a dad, Loki is scared of his feelings, Loki is lowkey (ha) a bad parent but he really wants to try

@cafekitsune love your dividers thank youuuu

words: 1924

Kids’ birthday parties never really got easier. Even with Freyja now being nearly 3 years old, doing it all alone just added another layer of complication to it. You were only glad to not be the one hosting just this once (Freyja’s birthday was months away). Still, there were currently far too many toddlers high on sugar in attendance, and far too many parents, which made for too many people in a house not meant to fit nearly as many.

Freyja was on the floor by the living room couch, playing with dolls with a few of the other girls attending, the birthday girl herself included. Your daughter looked adorable as ever, and had insisted on dressing herself. She’d not done too badly, either. She was wearing a white dress with a green polka dot pattern and black leggings. It all matched her black curls and wide, green eyes perfectly. It was like she had an eye for looking good (even at only 3) and you had an inkling of where she got it from.

It also never got easier to see all the kids running back to both of their parents. It wasn’t painful for you because you were single, rather because of the immense guilt of not being able to give that sort of stability to Freyja. She deserved the world in your eyes, and yet you couldn’t even give her a normal childhood. Hell, how could it ever be a normal one if her other parent was a God?

Your relationshiphad already been complicated even before Freyja. Never easy, not with Loki. He always acted steady and calm outwardly, but he was easy to frighten, like a bird. He rarely ever lingered, especially at first, and it felt like there was always another layer to peel back, another bit of effort to make so you could understand just another percent of him and his complex being. But you’d loved him so very deeply, so thoroughly, and you knew now that he had felt at least an inkling of the same for you. The passion had gotten so incessant that you’d somehow gotten carried away before he could cast his usual incantations, and little Freyja had suddenly become a very real possibility.

Loki had been very, very quick to flee then. You’d been absolutely shattered, and angry, all while trying desperately to reign it in and keep steady for the baby you’d thought you’d both want to keep. The pregnancy had been very lonely, and isolating, and the birth, too. It had all felt majorly better when you’d first laid eyes on Freyja, though. Even though you’d immediately seen far too much Loki in her, you chose to see the parts of him that had been there when the two of you had been together. The parts that you’d loved, and still did, in a way. Having her and loving her and taking care of her made you forgive him, at least partly, through her, because he’d helped make her. Still, your relationship with him was pretty strained. On Freyja’s first birthday (you still weren’t sure how he’d found out when it was), he’d dared show up for the first time in nearly two years. It had been really hard, you could still remember exactly what it had felt like, to see him again. He’d looked the very same, but you had evidently changed.

You remembered the way he’d looked at Freyja. Horror, mostly, and then recognition in seeing so much of him plainly on her features, and then more horror with that recognition setting in, and then he’d approached her like she’d maul him. You’d sat frozen the whole time, watching their first meeting play out in shock. Freyja had taken to him quickly, maybe having recognized something of herself in him, too, for she’d quickly asked to be picked up with her hands raised up and a lively babble. He’d done it, but he’d held her away from his body at first, as if scared to do something wrong, to disappoint her.

Your first words to him since Freyja’s entire existence had been instructions on how to hold her properly and securely.

Now, he tried to come over weekly, at the very least, to see his daughter. They loved each other, and shared a bond you would never understand, just like Loki would never understand yours with Freyja. Though, you felt like theirs held inklings of something more magical, too, even though that was a mostly unexplored conversation. You both talked and made conversation in front of Freyja, never wanting to make her feel like her parents weren’t friends, at the very least. He didn’t linger much if Freyja happened to be asleep, however.

The painful reminiscing ended with a gentle nudge to your shoulder.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, I just wanted to offer you a refill?” It was Patrick, one of the dads in attendance.

You looked down at your drink of choice in consideration.

“Sure, I mean- that would be nice.” You said, managing a small smile.

Some of the other parents, namely the moms, had talked and mentioned that Patrick was also single, looking knowingly your way. You’d tactfully ignored the stares. It’s not that he wasn’t nice or maybe even attractive, but rather that you weren’t necessarily ready to open up your heart like that again. You’d done it once, and you’d thought it was for the person of your life, and you weren’t ready to risk it again.

Plus, Patrick had never explicitly asked you out or anything.

“Cool, I’ll get right on that.” He smiled, even as he didn’t move.

“Y’know, Freyja and Lily have been getting along so well lately, I was thinking we could plan a play date or something, let them play to their heart’s content.”

“Ah, sure, yeah, that sounds nice, Patrick.” You said. Your two daughters had indeed been playing together plenty lately.

Patrick stepped a bit closer to you, intending to take your cup for a refill as he added:

“Yeah, and you could stay over all the while, y’know, no fuss-”

“I’ll handle her drink, thank you.” Came a voice from behind the two of you.

You closed your eyes briefly in mental preparation for what was to come, while Patrick turned to face the new voice. You followed close behind.

You were met with the unmistakable cheshire grin of your ex, dressed in black slacks and a black dress shirt (sleeves pulled up), and his black hair loose and to his shoulders.

Patrick looked at him in clear confusion, right as Loki was extending his hand in a confident greeting.

“I am Loki, Freyja’s father.” Loki grinned, the smile not reaching his eyes as he seemed to look disdainfully towards Patrick. “And you are?”

“I’m- I’m Lily’s dad. I know Freyja’s mom-” Patrick looked to you briefly, his confusion continuing. “But I was under the impression that she was unattached.”

“Perhaps she is, but nonetheless, I shall be the one handling the refilling of her drink.” Loki said, retracting his hand and managing a sly roll of his eyes while Patrick wasn't looking at him.

Patrick nodded, looking between the two of you.

“… ‘S was great meeting you. Loki.”

Loki tried his best at another smile. He didn’t get far.

“I’m sure it was.” He drawled, watching Patrick walk away with a scoff.

“What sort of mongrels hang around you both whilst I’m away?”

You whirled around to face him, looking absolutely offended.

“That’s entirely uncalled for! He’s just one of the kids' dad. One of Freyja’s friends, mind you.” You retorted.

You spoke up again, right before Loki could manage another smart comment.

“Also, what are you doing here? How did you even know-”

He laughed dryly.

“Darling, have you not yet learned just what I am capable of?” He spread his hands wide, looking all too pleased, before looking back at you. “I saw the invitation put up on your fridge.”

“You invited yourself into my home?”

He wagged his index finger.

“Ah-ah. I teleported myself into your home.” He grinned proudly. “I had done so with the intent of seeing our darling daughter.”

As if she’d sensed him, Freyja gasped across the room at the sight of him, and ran towards the both of you.

“Daddy, daddy!” She yelled, embracing one of his long legs.

“Why, hello, my darling princess.” Loki said with a grin, moving a large hand through her head of black curls as she clung to his leg. “How nicely you’re dressed.” He said in approval.

“I dressed myself, daddy.” Freyja said, looking up at him with a wide smile.

He seemed to beam with pride at her admission.

“Well, you do indeed take after me, hm?” He picked her up into his arms, letting her wrap her arms around his shoulders in a hug.

“Mama’s here!” Freyja suddenly announced when she spotted you from her vantage point in Loki’s arms, as if she’d forgotten you were there.

“I see that, my love. We already said ‘hello’ to each other.”

“Stay?” Freyja asked Loki, looking at him with her bright eyes.

“Naturally, my darling. I came to visit and see you, after all.”

“… And mama?” Freyja looked to her father with raised brows, and then to you.

Loki’s eyes met yours at your daughter’s question. They seemed filled with a blend of uncomfortably complex emotions, and it had been too long since you’d given yourself permission to try and untangle them.

“And mama, too, of course.” He confirmed with some subtle hesitation, all of which was lost on your daughter.

She begged to be put down, and proceeded to run back to her friends, all of them having now moved on to playing in the backyard.

To your surprise, Loki did not follow Freyja into the backyard, but instead remained by your side.

“… Forgive me for calling that man a mongrel.”

“It’s fine, we’re just acquaintances.”

Loki glanced at you quickly at your reply.

“Ah. You are therefore not… involved?”

You snorted at his question.

“No. We are not 'involved'. I’m as free as a bird.”

He smothered a quick quirk of his lip just before you could catch it.

“What a shame. You are by far one of the more intelligent and pleasant specimen of your species.”

“Oh, it’s an honour to hear that from the likes of you.” You drawled sarcastically.

“Yes, well, I do not give out compliments lightly. I should hope you remember that about me, at least, darling.” He said with a self-satisfied smile, the two of you moving to face one another as a couple passed by, running after their child.

“I remember lots of things about you, Loki.” You murmured softly, your gazes meeting yet again.

Loki reached for the cup in your hand, humming at your words.

“What would you like to drink?” He asked gently, looking into your eyes with unmistakable patience and openness you’d not seen in a long while. You swore you could almost see remorse swimming in there, too.

Once you'd given your answer, he moved towards the drinks table whilst you went out into the backyard to check on Freyja.

It wasn’t but a minute later that Patrick started yelling from inside the house, screaming about snakes coming out of his cup of apple juice. The dots connected instantly for you when Loki joined your side quickly after that, an unmistakable glint of trickery in his eyes and a seemingly permanent smirk on his lips.

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