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𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✧✧✧

𝗟𝗼𝗸𝗶 𝗟𝗮𝘂𝗳𝗲𝘆𝘀𝗼𝗻 ୨୧

Cereal Box

Ditched

Alleviation

Our Navaria

[rockstarfairy]

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.."

oops

[rockstarfairy]

Alleviation

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: Mental health, Being in love with a fictional character.

Summary: When you're at your lowest, loki will always be there for you.

Author's note: Specially dedicated to my strong friends who's fighting out there. You got this. 💕💕 (i wrote this while crying im so sorry if it sounds silly)

you were crying. trembling even.

everything's falling apart. and every so often, you'll allow those tremors overtook you. your mind, your body, your soul.

heaving chest, faltered breaths, recalcitrant hiccups. you have no one right now. no one to hold you. you're alone.

always.

a pair of cold arms wrapped around your fragile body from behind. such a gentle movement caused by a set of calloused, almost-bloodless hands.

such a familiar ambience, you had thought to yourself.

loki.

"shh..deep breaths, darling..deep breaths..im right here, my love.."

his voice is somehow similar to the one that you had always conjured within the walls of your wrecked mind.

the same voice, that will always bring an alleviation towards you when you were at your lowest.

"y-you're not real.."

despite the uncertainty that laced within your voice, you turned around and met a pair of crystaline emerald eyes delved into your watery ones. he seems real.

hands cupping both of your cheeks, loki pressed a tender kiss on your forehead in the most endearing manner. it was quite a long kiss, as if his immortal life was devoted towards it.

"darling, i'll always be here. you won't see me and i know how much it hurts you."

he then pressed another soft kiss on your nose. and the right side of your lips. then the left. palms still cupping your face, he closed his eyes for a very brief moment, and when he opened them, he stared deeply into you.

"but you'll feel me, i promise. and when everything's falling apart, just remember that the solace you feel, they're all coming from me. i'll always look out for you, my love. you're indeed, the most strongest person i have ever known, and i really need you to know that."

his thumbs wiped the tears that had gathered themselves under your eyes. so gentle, so lovingly.

"will you stay?"

"for as long as you wished me to, my darling."

and you hugged him so tight that night. so afraid to let him go. he feels real. he is real. that's all you needed to know right now.

he is your home, the only place that you'll find yourself whenever things took turn on becoming worse.

and you closed your eyes. you felt his left palm soothingly rubbed your head, while his right arm wrapped tightly around you. he let you nuzzled against the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. this is all you needed. you needed to feel his warmth.

"i love you" he whispered.

and you did whispered those three words back. but when you opened your eyes, you didn't see him anymore. he's gone.

and again, you're all alone. as always.

but only this time, you knew he will always be there looking out for you.

[rockstarfairy]

Ditched

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warning: Injury, Blood, Sad & Insecure Loki 🥺

Summary: You ditched Loki on your first date. Or did you ?

Author's note: i hope you're going to enjoy this one !!

from the first day he met you, he had found your presence to be somehow affecting him peculiarly.

he hated people. and he believed everyone around him could sense it too. starting with the way he rolled his eyes whenever someone tried to talk to him, to the point where he just fully ignored them. people somehow gets irritated with this slight transgression of him, in which, he found it amusing and self-achieved.

but then there's you. an innocently sweet mortal who never gets tired to approach him. he tried to dodge you at first. but the moment you knocked on his door at 2 in the morning because the thunderstorm had scared you, wearing nothing but your bunny pyjama with a fluffy white blanket wrapped around your small figure, he had swore himself to the valhalla that he'll make sure your delicate being is eternally safe from any varmint creatures that had breathed the same air as yours.

now that the two of you have grown closer, loki has braved himself to take you out on a dinner. though you had insisted to have this dinner at somewhere far more surreptitious, loki being the loki he is has already planned a whole ass dinner in this fancy italian restaurant recommended by the one and only, tony stark himself.

the two of you had promised to meet at the restaurant around 7pm. at first, loki had offered to take you there by himself. but since you need to attend a mission by yourself at 2pm, you told him to wait for you at the restaurant.

and so he did.

and its already 10pm.

and you still haven't showed up.

he had ordered two plates of seafood risotto for the both of you. and two glasses of strawberry danquiri. truth to be told, he had always hated both the seafood risotto and strawbery danquiri ever since the themed italian lunch party that tony had once forced asked everyone to attend. he had cursed on how unappetizing midgard's foods are. but then he saw you. the way you moaned innocently with both of your eyes closed when you relished a spoonfull of risotto. and the way that you gulped down atleast three glasses of strawberry danquiri all by yourself. he was indeed, fully mesmerised by you he even remembered you had asked the chef to add more shrimps into your risotto. six, to be exact. and in that moment, he realized that he'd fallen in love with you.

he looked down at the untouched risottos and danquiris.

he was waiting for you.

so that the two of you could eat together.

but most importantly, he actually wished that he'll be brave enough to answer you, when you ask him about the emerald necklace that he had safely put within the folded white napkin on your seat, which he believed, looks majestic on your neck. the same neck that he wished one day, if he is given the honour, to put his mark on it. so that everyone shall know that you're his. his forever.

"sir, you've been here for almost 3 hours. and based on your past crimes, our customers really wished for you to leave."

of course.

without uttering a single word, he slowly standing and made his way towards the main entrance. after all, he's too tired and achingly broken to even defending himself as he usually would.

he grabbed the necklace, though.

"LEAVING SO SOON, EH MURDERER ?"

and the entire restaurant laughed.

"i cant believe he actually have a date. who's crazy enough to date this crazy guy ?"

"nah, i think he just got ditched."

"as he should."

he stopped hearing those awful remarks once he got out from the restaurant. he should've known better. why would you go on this date with him ? he murdered people. your people. there is not even a single reason for you to treat him this nicely.

perhaps, these people are right. he don't deserve you. neither anyone else. he's a monster. the kind of monster that parents tell their children at night to keep them from misbehaving.

"l-loki ? loki wait !!"

its you.

he heard you.

but he didn't looked back.

"loki please !! wait..for..me-"

"WHAT ?!" he spat.

now that his back is fully turned, he's able to see you ever so clearly. you looked beautiful, as always. the suit you're adorned in, similarly to natasha's but white in colour, has showed how defined your curves are. you are definitely a god's favourite. his favourite. there's only one thing that seems quite off. something isn't right. and then his eyes landed on your abdomen. and thats when he saw it.

you're bleeding.

he can see, god forbid, the crimson red blood of yours leaking through your white suit.

you managed to have just enough strength saying "im sorry" before collapsing to the floor. luckily, loki caught you just in time.

"darling ?? shit- stay with me love, stay with me.."

"l-loki i-im so sorry..im sorry"

loki hurriedly wrapped his left arm around your bloodied waist, and his right one lifted your limp legs against his body. carefully, he lifted you up, as if you're the most fragile item he'd ever touch, and carried you to the dark alley of the street so he could heal you with his seidr.

once he makes sure the two of you are far enough from the main street, he put you down, ever so gently.

"love ? love, i need you to stay awake for me, alright ? will you do that for me ?"

he sounds desperate. he's begging.

you mumbled a small 'ok' and he immediately unzipped the upper part of your suit, leaving you only in your sportsbra. gently, he put his right palm on your wound, and magically absorb a few of your pain. oh how he wished to take all the pain from you. if only his magic was stronger. if only he was stronger.

while working on his seidr, loki looked you into the eyes. as if, he wanted to make sure that you're still here with him.

"you're doing absolutely wonderful, my sweet. now, hang on just a little. im almost done."

you weakly nodded. his left arm is supporting your back, and you snuggled closer to the crook of his neck. you can feel him sweating. trembling, even. he seems..scared.

"its done, darling. how're you feeling, my dear ?"

you looked down at your wound area. its gone. the wound. the area is so smooth similarly to a baby's skin.

"thanks lo. loki, i am so sor-"

"dont. you were injured. its not your fault, my dear."

deep down, he had thanked the scattering stars on the caliginous sky that you're not badly injured. that he was able to save you.

"can..can we do this date again ? this time i'll let you pick me up. no mission, i promise ! we can even go there together..if you like ?"

he chuckled. his right hand tucked your hair behind your ear, and caressed your cheek in the most loving manner you'd ever felt. the touch made you shiver. and oh boy you're absolutely whipped.

"as much as i found you adorable for asking me out on a date, i prefer that to be my job, dear."

he smiled. and pressed a soft, tender kiss on your forehead.

"now, what do you say for a cup of tea in my room ?"

and so you nodded eagerly.

he didn't forget about the necklace, though.

[rockstarfairy]

Cereal Box

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: -

Summary: Maybe being short wasn't that bad.

Author's note: Hello friends !! this is my first time writing & english is my second languange so i'm really hoping that you could support a small noobie writer like me :D

someone must've accidentally misplaced your cereal box on the highest shelf of the wooden cabinet.

must've been thor, you thought to yourself.

despite your belligerent combat skills, you're basically the shortest member of the team. don't get it wrong. aggresiveness will never be your intention when it comes to any mission. but when your adversaries are mostly mutants and aliens, god knows you didn't have that much of a choice.

releasing a single huff of frustration, you get on the kitchen counter. right leg first, then your left. you're know kneeling with both legs on tony's precious travertine backsplash kitchen countertop. with your left hand raised upward to hold the base of the wooden cabinet for support, your right hand's, poorly, trying to reach your cereal box.

but when your middle finger manage to touch the surface of the box, you accidentally pushed it backwards. uh oh. now you can't even reach it !

you could've stand up. on the counter. would've been so much easier, right ? but then, you feared the heights. though the countless amount of times you'd jumped of those skyscraping buildings, this tiny little situation still scared you to death.

when loki had entered the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea, he was suprised to see a small human being on the counter. and the fact that you're so busy with whatever situation you're dealing right now that you don't even realize his presence there.

maybe because your back is facing him.

or maybe because he's also doesn't even realize that he's smiling.

loki thinks that you're so adorable. wearing your oversized sweater that pass just below your knees, with your cute small litte hands (which are both covered with the sweater paws) trying to reach god-knows-what, you look like a cute little baby. his cute little baby.

sometimes, he can't even comprehend how does an adorable sweet creature like you get voluntarily involved in this venomous arena of combats.

but sometimes, he's also can't even comprehend how does a malevolent monster like him will ever to fall in love with an adorable mortal like you.

wait, did he just said love ? uh oh.

you felt a strong arm wrapped around your waist. and another strong arm reaching upward for your cereal box. you braved yourself to turn around, and thats when your eyes met a pair of crystaline emerald eyes.

"l-loki ?" it was barely a whisper. but somehow, loki could still hear it. why wouldn't he ? for him, you have the most angelic voice he'd ever heard. and he craved to hear it on every passing second of his immortal life.

he gave you that smirk and you could feel a certain heat creeping its way up to your cherubic cheeks. without breaking the eye contact, loki handed you the cereal box.

you mumbled a small thank you and gave him an innocent smile. you should probably get off the counter now. wait-

"um, can you help me?"

it took loki a few seconds to understand what are you talking about. oh-OH

you felt his strong hands wrapped themselves around your waist. he then lifted you up from the counter, and put you down on the floor where he left you standing.

your head is just below his chest. he had always envisioned yourself to be a writhing mess right under his stomach while he gripped the bed's headboard in the midst of claiming you as his. maybe, you're a little taller than that. just a little.

"now, little one. shouldn't you have asked for someone's help first ?"

"well..everyone's training right now.." you looked down at your toes. "did not want to..bother them.." ah. that wasn't so hard.

sighing, loki used his delicate fingers to tilt your chin up. he looked straight into your eyes. "i must admit, as adorable as you are for being independence, we surely do not want you to get hurt, now do we ?"

you nodded. loki gave you an affectionate smile before his fingers left your chin. "have a good breakfast, darling." he cooed before walking away, leaving you all alone in the kitchen with your blossoming red face.

and little did you know, that he had mischievously planned in his mind to put your favourite mug on the highest shelf next.

[rockstarfairy]

Fuck the sacred timeline. Make a new one where my boi Loki is happy and thriving

[rockstarfairy]

“my child is fine” your child is too emotionally connected to a fictional character that they couldn’t imagine said fictional character with anyone other than them.

[rockstarfairy]

Do you ever just want to curl up next to your comfort character and just cry into their arms? Or is that too depressing?