#Good Parent Loki! AU

[bugwolfsstuff]

Me reading the wedding scene in Hammer of Thor:

Already thinking of ways I can twist this entire thing in a Good parent Loki AU so that he actually has a plan after this to help Alex/Samirah.

This line, this fucking line:

*sigh*

I'm gonna have my work cut out for this.

[aravenlovesfanfiction]

[teh-nos]

i have so many thoughts on the characterisation of AU Sylvies and whether she ends up like Problematic Thor 1 Loki and the reasons for and against that idea, and also about how to translate her into non-canon settings where the obvious/easiest answer is to make her live in a bin vs CEO Nepo-Baby Loki who you've paired her with and how that's bringing in a specific class-based-but-also-very-gendered power imbalance that isn't in the original but unfortunately it is hard to talk about it without naming or inadvertantly hitting upon actual fandom examples so i mostly just complain a bit without really making the most of the excessive level of attention i have given this topic in my own mind.

[holdmytesseract]

Mother Knows Best

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N feat. Frigga

Summary: Loki is quite a bit uncertain and afraid of becoming a father - but luckily his mother is here to soothe his worries. After all, mother knows best, right?

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, sweet Loki and Frigga moments, Loki being a mama's boy and very protective, pregnancy things

Word Count: 1,5k

a/n: Finally some Baby Fever again, yaay! 🤗 To write this sweet, lil' story has been on my mind for a long time... I hope y'all enjoy it!

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

divider by the lovely @fictive-sl0th <3

"Darling?" Loki opened slowly the door of the meeting room in which you were going to give a lecture in about twenty minutes for a few SHIELD agents.

"Come in!" You called out to your husband; allowing him to enter the small room.

Loki found you currently connecting your laptop to the projector hanging on the ceiling. He smiled watching you work and decided to step closer.

"Hey, babe!" Your beautiful Y/E/C eyes lit up when you met his gaze.

Those irises are shining even more now, Loki noticed; his mind immediately connecting it to the famous pregnancy glow. The mere thought caused his heart to skip a beat. Twelve weeks in and he still quite couldn't believe it.

"Hello, my love." The god reciprocated your radiating smile and passed by the huge table in order to get to you.

Greeting you with a lingering kiss, you welcomed him with open arms; crossing your hands behind his neck.

"And you, babe? Off to visit your parents?" Loki smiled; confirming your suggestion with a nod. "Well, rather my mother, since my father will most likely be busy as always - but indeed. I'm going to Asgard now. Is that alright, my love? Are you getting along... alone?" "Sure. I am almost done preparing and-" "That's not what I meant, Y/N," your husband interrupted you; slight worry reflecting on his face. One of his hands travelled to rest on the tiny baby bump, which became clearly visible mere two days ago. Concerned blue eyes looking from your face to the bump and back.

"Getting ready for your lecture?" He asked; hands landing on your hips; thumbs immediately starting to rub soft circles into your clothed skin.

You nodded and buried your hands in his raven locks. "Mhm. I hope the technology is working properly this time." You let out a small laugh. "Fingers crossed that it will work." Loki chuckled and leaned against the white, wooden table; pulling you softly with him, so that you came to stand between his spread legs.

"I hope it is showing you some mercy today." You nodded, "Would be favourable, yup." and paused for a moment to just admire the stunningly handsome man in front of you. His raven hair was wild and free; falling in gentle waves over his broad shoulders. Loki was wearing a traditional green, gold and black Asgardian tunic. You loved it when he wore the clothes of his home.

Your husband gave you a last look, before he vanished in the familiar rainbow light of the Bifrost.

"I know," You winked at him and stood on your tiptoes to press your lips against his for another kiss. "We're good, I promise. Please, go and visit your parents." "Are you really sure, my love?" You gave him a nod and smile. "To 100 per cent. You wanted to visit them since two months..." He swallowed - and you could see that a bit of guilt flashed in his eyes. "Yes, but... I-I couldn't leave you alone. You know I didn't want to. Not until you passed the first critical twelve weeks-" "Which I did today," you interrupted him; taking his free hand in yours and placing the other on top of his, which was still splayed over your stomach.

"Go, babe. I'm sure Frigga is dying to enfold her youngest son in her arms." Loki nodded; gave you a soft smile and a kiss. "I'll see you later. Call Heimdall if something is wrong. He can send me straight back." You smiled; squeezing his hand, before you let go. "Noted, babe. See you later - and please greet your parents from me." Loki walked to the open space at the back of the room, "Definitely, my love." and looked up to the ceiling. "Heimdall? Please take me home!"

"Thank you, Heimdall. I appreciate this very much." The man in golden armour gave Loki a small bow. "I informed the king and queen of your arrival. You are awaited." He gave him a nod in order to thank him and made his way towards the royal palace.

The first thing Loki did, when his feet touched Asgardian ground, was to straighten his tunic and run a hand through his long curls. He didn't want to look dishevelled when meeting his parents. He was a prince after all...

"Welcome home, my prince." Heimdall greeted Loki; giving him a nod. "Thank you, Heimdall. It's been quite a long time... Great to be back." "Indeed..." Heimdall started to smile. "But you had your reasons. Lady Y/N has probably already conveyed my greetings, but... Congratulations, again, my prince." Loki couldn't help but smile; grateful that he got along with the Gatekeeper so well by now - which certainly had not always been the case.

Once the younger prince of Asgard arrived at the gates of the palace, he already saw his mother waiting for him; a big smile displayed on her face. "Loki..." She welcomed her son with open arms. The god smiled; his heart sloshing over with love. "Mother."

Frigga immediately pulled him into a tight hug - and not letting go again. "Congratulations, my son - from the bottom of my very heart. I'm so, so proud of you. Of the wonderful man you became."

The god had a hard time to hold back his tears - but he couldn't. Neither could Frigga.

"I love you, mother."

"Thank you, mother," he choked out; hot, salty liquid dripping from his chin and soaking the fabric of Frigga's dress.

He felt how the queen started to shake her head, before she backed up a bit, in order to cup her son's cheeks. She wiped his tears away with her thumbs; staring into his matching blue eyes. The Allmother smiled; still seeing the little boy Loki once was standing in front of her.

"No, Loki... You don't have to thank me. You did this. You made all this on your own." The god smiled through his tears and pulled her into another hug.

Frigga buried a hand in his locks; squeezing his tall body. "I love you, too, son."

"How is Y/N doing?" Frigga continued to speak after a few steps. "Everything alright with her and the baby?" Loki nodded quickly. "Yes, yes. She and the baby are doing well." "That is reassuring to hear."

After the heartily reunion of mother and son, Frigga took her son on a little walk through the nature of Asgard.

"Where's father?" Loki asked, while strolling alongside Frigga down the forest path with her arm looped through his. "He's joining us later," Frigga answered and gave her son a little mischievous smile. "I allowed myself to take a selfish moment alone with you." He couldn't help but chuckle.

Another few steps passed in silence, until a small giggle slipped past the Allmother's lips. "I still can't believe that my littlest boy is going to become a father soon." Loki responded with a light-headed chuckle of his own. "Me neither, mother. It... It's still quite overwhelming from time to time. Especially now since Y/N is starting to show. I-"

Once again, he had to fight the tears.

He sighed; knowing that he wasn't able to hide anything from his mother. "I... I am excited, yes. But I am also so afraid. What if I am... A bad father? What if I can't be the person this child needs me to be? What if I fail, mother?" Frigga immediately stopped in her movements; causing Loki to stop, too. "Loki..." She took his hands. "You will not fail." "What makes you think that? Why are you so certain of this? Failing is in my nature, I-" The Allmother smiled; interrupting her child once more. "It's not. You did not fail your probation." Loki blinked. "You did not fail the beautiful relationship you have with your wife." "Y-Yes, but..." Frigga squeezed his hands. "No buts, son. You won't fail. You're going to be the best father. Your heart and the love you will feel for this small creature is going to guide you, believe me."

"I-I'm so incredibly happy." Frigga smiled. "And it shows, son. You have all the right to be happy. You deserve it and yet... I feel something overshadowing your happiness. What is it?"

The god's eyes widened at his mother's words. How in all the nine realms was she able to- "Motherly instinct, sweetheart. You'll know what I'm talking about as soon as you hold your very own child in your arms. Tell me." "M-Mother, I-" "Nuh.Uh," she interrupted him immediately again. "Loki, when are you finally going to understand that lying to me will never work? You may be able to trick all the others around you... But not me."

Loki’s features softened. "Truly?" "Yes. I know this is frightening and a big change, but... Don't let your fears overshadow your happiness. You've grown, sweetheart. You're stronger and wiser - and you have a wonderful lady by your side."

The god smiled; letting his mother's words sink in.

Loki nodded; letting go of Frigga and gestured towards the little path. "After you."

"Thank you. I really hope you're right." Frigga lifted a hand to cup his cheek. "I know I'll be right. I can feel it." Loki turned his head to place a soft kiss on her wrist.

The goddess smiled. "Let's head back to the palace, shall we? I bet your father is already awaiting us."

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[bellametre]

Some Ultimate G/T Favourites

I've wanted to do this ever since I saw @gullivertravelstowonderland post the idea. I added a category or two because there's some media I just had to include, but here we go:

Favourite Tiny: Spiller

This shy, wild, golden-hearted dreamboat catalyzed everything for me. I became utterly smitten at the age of nine and went on to watch him in every Borrowers adaptation ever—an obsession that’s still going strong.

Favourite Giant: Optimus Prime

I was so jealous of Shia LaBeouf back in 2007. I don’t even have the toys, but I’ve consumed nearly every comic, show, and movie Optimus Fine appears in. When June Darby in Transformers: Prime says, “And I wore heels and everything”? Same, girl.

Favourite G/T Movie: Ultraman: Rising

If you haven’t seen this movie yet, why are you still here? Go watch it. It’s about a snarky, size-changing superhero who has to look after a baby kaiju. If you need more convincing, just look up a picture of Kenji Sato.

Favourite G/T Show: George Shrinks

Fellow Canadians know this was the show back in the day. Banging intro, unique plot, confident little genius of a protagonist—seriously, this kid made me covet being four inches tall like nobody else. And no, his Zoopercar was not cheating.

Favourite G/T Book: Valiant

Sarah McGuire delivers here: a host of giants, a kick-butt heroine, a villain with a superiority complex, and an attractive lord who gets injured so badly that one of the giants has to “cradle him like an infant” to carry him to safety. Good stuff.

Favourite G/T Manga: Godaigo Daigo

For yet another story about giant heroes protecting cities from monsters, this was a pleasant surprise. Kounosuke showcases all kinds of G/T relationships—coworkers, friends, parents, and romance—and every arc absolutely slaps.

Favourite G/T Webcomic: Piper

The fact that Dr5spectre has been on hiatus for almost two years now is one of the greatest tragedies of our time. But I beg you—check out this comic, especially the AUs. The Goblin of Dornenholtz is so soul-filling it hurts.

Favourite G/T Song: Touchy Feely Fool

It definitely has to be AJR. Not only did I grin like a maniac when I watched the music video, but I like to think the lyrics are about a tiny person who wishes they didn’t have feelings for a giant anymore but simply can’t help themselves.

Favourite G/T Magical World: Roshar *Art by Rocío Sogas

This is probably one that isn’t very well known in the community, but Brandon Sanderson’s Stormlight Archive is full of great G/T moments, particularly between the main character Kaladin and his companion Syl, a shapeshifting spren.

Character I Would Like to Shrink/Grow: Loki (MCU) *Art by keiidakamya

Guys, we were robbed. He’s literally part Frost Giant! Yes, we got a taste of it in What If…?, but imagine how the movies could have gone if this had been a form he took when he gained or lost control of himself. Robbed, I tell you.

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Ahh this was so much fun! I hope some of you feel inspired to try this; I think it would be a great way to find more quality (or not-so-quality) G/T content. There’s so little of it out there, after all.

[amethystarachnid]

THE ROYAL LOVERS - part 2

⤷ LOKY LAUFEYSON

ᯓ★ Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 9k

ᯓ★ Summary: you and Loki are going to be parents, when you discovered it you were more than happy, but once little Astrid is born you realize that having a kid is more difficult than you had thought

ᯓ★ TW(s): nothing I think

ᯓ★ Part 1

ᯓ★ My Masterlist

ᯓ★ MARVEL Holiday Special

ᯓ★ MARVEL Multiverse - choose an AU, pair it with your favorite character and make a request!

ᯓ★ Songs & Superheroes tales - The Game (to make a request, follow the rules on the link!)

ᯓ★ MARVEL Bingo

ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language

The morning feels different. There’s a strange flutter in your chest, an unexplainable lightness despite the weight of realization settling in your mind. You sit at the edge of the bed, staring at your hands, your thoughts spinning. It’s been weeks—weeks since you last bled.

At first, you didn’t think much of it. With the chaos of court life, your duties, and your shared moments with Loki, it had been easy to overlook. But now, as you count the days in your head, as the truth sinks in, you feel something bubbling inside you—something warm and exhilarating.

You’re pregnant.

The thought sends a rush of excitement through you, but along with it comes a nervous thrill. This is real. You place a hand on your stomach, trying to fathom the idea that life—his life and your life—is growing inside of you.

Loki.

A smile tugs at your lips as you imagine telling him. He will be overjoyed, you’re sure of it. For all his sharp wit and composed demeanor, you know the depth of his emotions—how fiercely he loves, how much he craves the kind of family he never quite felt he had. This will change everything.

With renewed excitement, you rise from the bed and quickly dress, practically floating as you make your way through the palace halls in search of your husband.

You find Loki in the library, curled up in his favorite chair, reading some ancient Asgardian text. The early morning light filters through the tall windows, illuminating his sharp features, making his black hair gleam. His long fingers rest lightly against his temple as he turns a page with his free hand, completely engrossed.

You pause for a moment, just watching him. How is it possible to love someone this much?

Then, unable to contain yourself, you clear your throat dramatically.

“Good morning, my prince.”

Loki looks up, raising an eyebrow at your playful tone. “You seem… unusually chipper this morning,” he remarks, closing his book with a soft thud.

You grin, stepping closer. “I have something to tell you.”

There’s something in your expression, in the energy of your stance, that makes him straighten. His piercing green eyes lock onto yours, searching for a clue. “Oh?” he says, tilting his head. “Should I be concerned or intrigued?”

You pretend to ponder for a moment before stepping right in front of him, placing his hands on your waist. His touch is warm even through the fabric of your dress, grounding you.

“You should be excited,” you whisper, unable to hide the smile threatening to break across your face.

Loki frowns slightly, his mind already working through possibilities. You can practically see him trying to deduce what could be making you act this way. But then his eyes flicker down—to your stomach.

He stills. His hands tighten on your waist, his breath catching.

“Y/N…”

You nod before he even finishes his thought. “I’m pregnant, Loki.”

For a long moment, there’s only silence. You watch as the emotions flicker across his face—shock, realization, disbelief. And then, as if the dam breaks, pure, unfiltered joy floods his expression.

“You—are you certain?” His voice is almost breathless.

You nod again, laughing softly. “Yes. I missed my blood, and I feel different. It’s happening, Loki.”

And then, before you can say another word, he laughs. A real, genuine, beautiful laugh—so full of wonder and elation that it makes your heart swell. In one swift movement, he pulls you into his arms, lifting you off the ground as he spins you in a circle.

“You mad, wonderful woman!” he exclaims, his laughter vibrating against your skin as he presses his forehead to yours. “You carry our child.”

There’s something so raw, so vulnerable in his joy that it almost brings tears to your eyes. You cup his face, tracing his cheekbones with your thumbs.

“Yes, my love,” you whisper. “Our child.”

He kisses you then, fervently, as if he’s trying to pour every ounce of his love into that single moment. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are bright, filled with something indescribable.

“We must tell Mother,” he says at once, grinning. “And Thor. And…” He hesitates. “And Father.”

You nod, squeezing his hands. “Yes. But I think we should tell Frigga first.”

Frigga is in the royal gardens when you find her, tending to the blooming flowers with her usual serene grace. The moment she sees you both approaching, she knows something is different. Her sharp eyes dart between you and Loki, her lips twitching as if she already suspects the truth.

“Well,” she says lightly, brushing the dirt from her hands, “you both look positively radiant. Have you come to share some good news?”

Loki smirks, shaking his head. “Mother, you always know everything before we even say a word. It’s truly unfair.”

Frigga chuckles, stepping closer. “A mother knows her children.” She pauses, searching Loki’s face, then yours. And then her eyes widen ever so slightly. “Wait…”

You take a deep breath, squeezing Loki’s hand. “We’re having a child.”

For a moment, she simply stares. Then, in the blink of an eye, her face breaks into a radiant smile, and she laughs—a joyous, melodic sound that echoes through the garden.

“Oh, my sweet ones!” she exclaims, pulling you into a tight embrace before immediately turning to Loki and cradling his face in her hands. “A child! My grandchild! Oh, this is wonderful!”

Loki chuckles, though his eyes are soft with affection. “You are pleased, then?”

“Pleased?” Frigga scoffs. “Loki, I am overjoyed.”

She steps back, beaming. “Oh, I must prepare! There will be so much to do! And have you told Thor yet?”

Loki shakes his head. “Not yet, but I suspect his reaction will be equally dramatic.”

Thor’s reaction, as expected, is nothing short of thunderous.

When you find him in the training grounds and deliver the news, his joyful roar can probably be heard all the way in Midgard. He immediately engulfs both you and Loki in an enthusiastic embrace, nearly crushing you.

“This is magnificent!” he bellows, grinning from ear to ear. “A little one in the family! Oh, I shall be the best uncle Asgard has ever seen!”

Loki rolls his eyes, but his smirk betrays his amusement. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, brother.”

But Thor isn’t listening. He’s already ranting about how he’ll teach the child to wield a sword, how he’ll take them on adventures, how he’ll ensure they are the most beloved royal in all the realms.

You exchange a knowing look with Loki, and despite his usual exasperation with Thor, you see the affection there—the quiet gratitude that, for once, something truly belongs to him.

Telling Odin is the last step, and the most daunting.

He listens in silence as Loki delivers the news, his expression unreadable. For a long, unbearable moment, he says nothing. Then, finally, he nods.

“This is a great responsibility,” he says, his voice measured. “One I trust you both will bear well.”

It’s not the warmest reaction, but it’s not disapproval either. And from Odin, that’s as close to a blessing as one can expect.

Still, when you leave the throne room, Frigga is waiting outside, and the warmth in her eyes makes up for any lack of enthusiasm from Odin.

That night, as you lay in bed with Loki, his hand resting protectively over your stomach, you realize that this—this—is everything. A family. A future. A love that was never expected but now feels inevitable.

And as Loki presses a soft kiss to your temple, whispering promises to you and the child growing inside you, you know that the best is yet to come.

Time passes, and with each passing day, your belly grows, a visible testament to the life blossoming inside you. It is a sight that has Loki utterly, completely captivated.

At first, his fascination is subtle—his hands lingering on your stomach longer than necessary, his gaze constantly drawn to the curve of it when he thinks you aren’t looking. But soon, all subtlety is abandoned.

Loki becomes obsessed.

Any moment he can, his hands are on you—palming the swell of your belly, tracing idle patterns across your skin, murmuring to the baby with a voice so soft and reverent that it makes your heart ache. He presses kisses to your stomach constantly, sometimes speaking in the All-Tongue, whispering things only your child can hear. You don’t even have to say anything anymore; the moment you shift in discomfort, he is at your side, hands ghosting over your form, making sure you are well.

And then there’s the protectiveness.

It starts small. A firm hand on your lower back whenever you walk together, guiding you carefully through the palace halls. An unreadable look directed at anyone who dares get too close. A subtle clearing of his throat when someone asks too many questions about the baby, as if to remind them whose child you are carrying.

But soon, much like his obsession, Loki’s protectiveness grows.

One afternoon, you reach down to pick up something from the floor—a simple task, nothing strenuous—and before you can even grasp it, Loki appears out of nowhere, snatching it up before you can bend further.

“Absolutely not,” he says flatly, handing it to you as if it weighs a hundred pounds.

You raise an eyebrow. “It was a handkerchief, Loki.”

He doesn’t even blink. “And what if you had lost your balance? Fallen? Hurt yourself?”

You stare at him. “I am pregnant, not made of glass.”

But Loki only narrows his eyes. “As far as I am concerned, they are one and the same.”

And then there are the Asgardians.

The news of your pregnancy spreads through the realm like wildfire, and the reaction is immediate. Asgard is ecstatic. The streets erupt into celebrations, the people eagerly anticipating the arrival of their future prince or princess. Feasts are held in your honor, songs composed about the child who will inherit both your strength and Loki’s cunning. Children play in the streets, pretending to be the young heir of Asgard, already crafting wild tales of what they will be like.

But of course, Loki’s protectiveness extends to them as well.

You cannot take more than a few steps outside the palace without being swarmed by eager well-wishers, and though their joy is infectious, Loki is constantly watching them like a hawk, his hand never leaving yours.

The first time someone—an enthusiastic old woman—reaches out to touch your belly without permission, Loki’s expression darkens. His fingers tighten around yours, and his voice drops to a dangerously smooth warning:

“I would advise against that.”

The poor woman nearly faints on the spot.

You spend the next ten minutes reassuring both her and your husband that no harm was done, though Loki remains suspicious. After that, any Asgardian who dares approach you with hands outstretched learns very quickly that they must ask first.

And yet, for all his overprotectiveness, you know it comes from a place of love.

At night, when it is just the two of you, he is softer. He lays beside you, his hand resting over your belly, his long fingers splayed across your skin as if he still cannot believe this is real. He whispers to the baby, voice laced with wonder, making promises he would never dare utter aloud in the light of day.

“You will be safe,” he murmurs one evening, his lips brushing against your stomach. “I will make sure of it. No harm will ever come to you, or to your mother.”

His eyes flicker up to yours, and something in his expression makes your breath catch. It is rare to see Loki so openly vulnerable, but here, in the quiet sanctuary of your chambers, he allows it.

You reach down, threading your fingers through his hair. “We will protect them together,” you say softly. “As a family.”

Loki exhales, pressing another kiss to your belly before shifting up to capture your lips in a slow, lingering kiss.

And as you fall asleep in his arms, his hand never leaving your stomach, you know that no matter what comes next, you will never be alone.

Telling your family is the final step in making this all feel real.

The journey back to your kingdom is not long, but Loki insists on accompanying you. “You are with child,” he says when you raise an eyebrow at his concern. “I will not allow you to make this journey alone.”

“I have guards, and I am perfectly capable—”

“You have me,” Loki interjects smoothly, offering his hand. “That is all you need.”

You roll your eyes, but there is no real irritation behind it. The truth is, you are grateful for his presence. And when you arrive at your childhood home, stepping through the familiar halls, you feel the warmth of nostalgia settle over you.

Your father is the first to greet you, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you and Loki. “My daughter,” he says fondly before his gaze shifts, scanning you more carefully. A frown flickers across his features. “You look… different.”

Your mother tilts her head, sharp as ever. “Yes,” she agrees, a slow smile forming. “There is a glow about you.”

You exchange a glance with Loki, who gives you a small nod. Taking a deep breath, you reach for his hand and guide it to rest over your growing belly.

“We have come with news,” you say, your voice filled with quiet excitement. “Loki and I are expecting a child.”

For a moment, silence. And then—

Laughter. Cheers. Tears.

Your mother gasps, covering her mouth with her hands as her eyes shine with emotion. Your father’s proud laughter fills the room as he steps forward, clasping Loki’s shoulder in a rare display of affection. Your siblings (if you have any) immediately bombard you with questions—when is the baby due? Will they have your eyes or Loki’s? Can they teach the child tricks?

The celebration lasts for hours. Feasts are prepared, and your family ensures that Loki feels just as welcome as you do. For all his sharp wit and cool demeanor, he cannot hide the way his lips twitch upward at their excitement.

“You are truly happy,” he murmurs later, when it is just the two of you watching the stars from the balcony.

You turn to him, lacing your fingers with his. “Because I have you. And soon, we will have our child.”

Loki presses a kiss to your forehead. “Yes,” he murmurs. “Soon.”

The months pass swiftly.

Your belly swells with each passing week, and Loki remains as obsessed—and as protective—as ever. He insists on helping you with everything, from getting out of bed to ensuring you never so much as lift a finger. At first, you try to resist, but soon you realize it is easier to let him fuss than to argue with him.

And then, finally, the ninth month arrives.

The baby could come any day now.

The Asgardian healers constantly check on you, assuring Loki that everything is progressing as it should. But he still hovers. Every night, as you settle into bed, he keeps his hands on your belly, murmuring softly to your child, making sure you are both safe.

And then, one night, the moment arrives.

It begins with a sharp, sudden pain that rips you from sleep. For a moment, you think it is another one of the usual discomforts that come with pregnancy, but then the pain intensifies, and a low, involuntary moan escapes your lips.

Loki, ever the light sleeper, is at your side in an instant.

“Y/N?” His voice is thick with sleep, but the concern in his eyes is immediate. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

You clutch his arm, your breath shallow. “Loki… I think…” You wince as another wave of pain crashes through you. “I think it’s time.”

There is a beat of silence as Loki processes your words.

And then—

“It’s time?!”

He practically leaps from the bed, shouting for Frigga before you can even finish nodding. Within minutes, the entire palace is awake.

Frigga arrives swiftly, her expression calm but focused. The royal healers and several experienced women of the court follow close behind, ready to assist. Loki, however, is the opposite of calm. He paces restlessly, wringing his hands as he mutters to himself.

“Loki,” Frigga says firmly, placing a hand on his arm. “She will be fine. But you must be strong for her.”

Loki swallows hard, nodding quickly before rushing back to your side.

You grip his hand tightly as another contraction tears through you, a strangled groan escaping your lips. “Loki,” you pant, your face contorted in pain. “You’re crushing my fingers.”

He immediately loosens his grip, though his expression remains tense. “Apologies, my love,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “But you must squeeze as hard as you need.”

The hours drag on. The pain is unbearable, but you refuse to let go of Loki’s hand. He is your anchor, murmuring soft reassurances, brushing damp hair from your face, kissing your knuckles between contractions.

“Almost there,” Frigga soothes, her hands steady as she guides the process. “You are doing beautifully, my dear.”

Loki watches you with an expression unlike anything you have ever seen before. Awe. Fear. Love.

And then—

A final, agonizing push.

A sharp, piercing cry fills the chamber.

And just like that, everything else fades away.

For a moment, there is only silence, only the rush of relief as you collapse back against the pillows, chest heaving.

Then, through your haze of exhaustion, you hear Frigga’s gentle voice. “A daughter,” she announces warmly, carefully swaddling the tiny bundle in her arms. “You have a daughter.”

Loki makes a choked sound, his grip on your hand tightening.

A daughter.

Frigga steps forward, cradling the small, squirming infant before gently placing her into your waiting arms.

The moment you see her—your breath catches.

She is perfect.

Tiny, delicate, with soft tufts of dark hair and round, pink cheeks. When her eyes flutter open, they are a brilliant shade of green, so much like her father’s that your heart clenches.

Loki is utterly still beside you, staring down at the baby with wide, disbelieving eyes.

“She is…” His voice breaks. He swallows, reaching out with trembling fingers to trace the curve of her tiny hand. “She is ours.”

Tears prick your eyes as you watch him. “Yes, Loki,” you whisper. “She is.”

The baby lets out a tiny whimper, her small fingers curling around Loki’s. His breath shudders, and before he can stop them, silent tears slip down his cheeks.

Frigga smiles knowingly, brushing a soft kiss against your temple. “Have you chosen a name?”

You and Loki exchange a glance. You had discussed possibilities before, but now, looking at her, only one name feels right.

“Astrid,” you whisper.

Loki exhales shakily, nodding as he presses a reverent kiss to her forehead. “Our little star,” he murmurs.

The room is filled with quiet joy, the soft coos of your newborn daughter, the lingering warmth of family surrounding you.

And as you rest your head against Loki’s shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath, you know without a doubt—

This is the beginning of something truly beautiful.

The first day of having Astrid is nothing short of overwhelming.

You wake to the soft cry of your newborn daughter, the sound piercing through the peaceful silence of the early morning. For a moment, you lay there in a daze, your mind still half-drifting in sleep as you listen to her cries. And then—

“Loki,” you whisper, your voice hoarse from the exhaustion of childbirth. “It’s time.”

Loki is beside you in an instant, his dark eyes wide with the same mixture of awe and terror that had been present when he first held her. “I know,” he mutters, running a hand through his already messy hair. “I heard her.”

Your little princess, only hours old, already has an impressive set of lungs. And when Loki carefully takes her into his arms, it’s as if she senses the opportunity to assert her will. Her tiny fists wave in the air, and her cries grow louder, sharper. Loki looks at her, wide-eyed, as if trying to figure out what to do next.

“She’s… she’s hungry, isn’t she?” Loki asks, his voice a little strained, as he shifts Astrid in his arms.

“I think so,” you reply with a yawn, sitting up. You’ve already fed her once before falling asleep, but newborns have a tendency to be demanding. “Let me try.”

You shift to pull Astrid closer, your hands shaking slightly as you reach for her. But as soon as she’s near, the crying only intensifies, her little face scrunching up in outrage.

Loki watches with wide eyes as Astrid wails, his face almost as concerned as hers. “Is she always this loud?”

“Apparently,” you say, trying to soothe her with gentle rocking. You glance up at Loki, unable to hide the faintest chuckle from your voice. “She’s already a menace, and she’s barely a day old.”

Loki frowns, but the corner of his lips twitches upward. “She is definitely your daughter.”

Despite your tiredness, you can’t help but laugh at that, a sound that feels strange after hours of intense labor. But the sound of your laughter calms Astrid down just enough for her to stop crying, and she latches onto your chest, beginning to nurse.

Loki stands by your side, looking down at both of you. “She is… so tiny,” he murmurs, his voice soft. He reaches out, brushing his fingers over her small head, his touch gentle. “And already so… demanding.”

“You’ll get used to it,” you say, your voice fond as you continue feeding Astrid. “She’s not going to let you off easy.”

Loki leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I don’t mind,” he says, his voice quiet. “I will do anything for her.”

By mid-morning, it’s clear that your daughter has no plans of giving you and Loki a moment of peace.

Astrid refuses to sleep for long stretches, waking every hour or so to cry, demanding attention and comfort. Loki does his best to calm her, pacing the room with her in his arms, swaying gently as he tries everything in his power to soothe her. But nothing seems to work. The moment he sits down, she lets out another loud cry, and he’s back on his feet, bouncing her lightly, his voice low and soothing.

You watch him, amused and exhausted. “I told you,” you murmur, your eyes barely staying open as you sit up in bed, one hand cradling your daughter. “She’s a menace.”

Loki glares playfully at you. “I thought you said I’d have time to adjust to fatherhood.”

“I did,” you say with a grin. “But you’re learning very quickly, aren’t you?”

Loki sighs, but there’s a warmth in his expression, a tenderness that softens the usual sharpness of his features. “It seems as though she has no intention of allowing us any rest.”

You chuckle softly. “I’m afraid that’s true. But at least she’s ours.”

Loki looks down at Astrid, his expression filled with something unrecognizable—a mixture of pride, love, and the tiniest bit of fear. “She is.”

Just then, Astrid lets out another wail, her tiny face turning bright red as she starts to squirm in your arms.

Loki immediately springs into action. “I’ll take her,” he says quickly, leaning over and gently lifting her from your arms. He starts to pace again, his movements more frantic now. “What is it this time? Are you hungry again? Tired? Do you need—”

You smile at the sight of him. “She’s probably just gassy,” you say, trying to suppress a laugh.

Loki stops mid-pace, his eyes wide. “Gassy? How can something so small… be so loud?”

“She’s just working through it,” you say, leaning back into your pillows. “It happens. Trust me, you’ll get used to it.”

But Loki, despite the chaos, is calm, his touch gentle as he tries to settle her. He even starts humming softly, a tune you’ve never heard before, something low and soothing, just for her. Slowly, her crying begins to quiet.

“You’re a natural,” you murmur, eyes half-closed as you watch him.

Loki turns to look at you, a proud but weary smile curling at his lips. “Perhaps I am.”

The rest of the day is no less chaotic.

Astrid refuses to sleep for long periods, waking up every time you think you’ve finally managed to settle her. Loki continues to dote on her, but his patience is beginning to show the first cracks.

At one point, he carries her to you, his brow furrowed as if he’s at a loss. “I’ve tried everything,” he says. “She just won’t stop crying. What do we do now?”

You reach for Astrid, who, as if sensing her father’s distress, quiets immediately. You smile softly. “She likes to be close to me.”

Loki looks at you, then at her, his mouth pressing into a thin line. “And how do I fit into this equation?”

You chuckle as you rock Astrid gently. “You’ll have your turn, don’t worry. Right now, she just wants her mother.”

Loki crosses his arms, a bit put-out but not truly offended. “I suppose this is my life now,” he mutters. “Just… this.”

You can’t help but laugh, the sound light and carefree. “Oh, Loki. Don’t worry, you’ll be her favorite once she can talk.”

Loki’s eyes brighten slightly at that. “Really?”

You nod. “Really. And until then, you just need to be patient.”

“I am not used to patience,” Loki grumbles, but the corner of his lips twitches upward.

And so, the day passes—Astrid crying, then sleeping, then crying again. You and Loki barely have time to eat, let alone rest. But through it all, there is love. It is in every glance Loki gives you, every moment he spends with their daughter, every soft touch as he watches her sleep in his arms.

By nightfall, you are both completely exhausted. Loki collapses into the chair beside your bed, his eyes drooping, but he doesn’t stop staring at Astrid. You see the soft smile on his face, the way he still touches her with such reverence.

“I think,” you say, your voice heavy with sleep, “we’re going to have a long journey ahead of us.”

Loki sighs deeply, his head tilting back as he exhales slowly. “Yes,” he agrees, “but she’s worth it.”

You smile, your eyelids fluttering as the exhaustion finally catches up to you. “She is.”

And as you drift off to sleep, you can hear Loki’s soft humming once more, as if he’s trying to lull both you and Astrid into peaceful slumber. The chaos of the day fades away, leaving only the warmth of your family, together at last.

Astrid’s first steps are as monumental as they are unexpected.

One moment, she’s sitting on the floor, her little body teetering and swaying as she studies the world around her. And the next, she’s pushing herself up onto her feet, her tiny hands bracing against the soft rug beneath her. You and Loki exchange a glance across the room, both of you holding your breath as your daughter wobbles unsteadily, her eyes wide and focused.

Loki is on his feet immediately, ready to rush over to her if needed, but you gently take his arm to stop him. “Let her try,” you say, your voice a mixture of amusement and awe.

And try she does. Astrid takes her first shaky step, then another. Her arms flail out to her sides as she finds her balance, her legs trembling with the effort. For a brief moment, it seems like she’s going to fall, but then she straightens herself again, her tiny feet finding their way one after the other.

Loki gasps. “She’s walking,” he says, his voice full of disbelief.

You nod, a proud smile tugging at your lips. “She is.”

Astrid takes a few more steps, a grin spreading across her face as she realizes she’s doing something new, something important. You can see it in her eyes—a spark of excitement, the thrill of accomplishment.

But before she can get too far, she wobbles again, her balance faltering. With a soft thud, she sits down on the floor, her little legs splayed out beneath her.

You can’t help but laugh, a sound that makes Loki’s lips curl up in amusement. “She’s still getting the hang of it,” you say.

Loki shakes his head, his eyes glistening with something akin to wonder. “She’s so… so small.”

You approach her, crouching down as you offer her your hand. “You did great, sweetheart.”

Astrid looks up at you, her face lighting up with pride. She reaches out for your hand, her little fingers grasping at it.

Loki kneels beside you, his hand hovering just inches away from Astrid, clearly unsure whether he should pick her up or wait for her to reach him. But then, in the most unexpected of moments, she looks up at him, her expression intense.

“Dada,” she says, the word as clear as day.

Loki’s breath catches in his throat, his heart skipping a beat. For a moment, he just stares at her, frozen.

“Did she…?” you ask, unable to hide the surprise from your voice.

Loki, eyes wide and glassy, nods, though his lips are trembling. “She said it,” he breathes. “She said dada.”

Tears well up in his eyes, and you reach out to steady him as he kneels beside Astrid. He doesn’t speak for a long moment, his gaze fixated on her as if trying to comprehend what just happened.

“I never thought I’d hear it,” Loki whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “Dada.”

You press your hand to his back, offering him the comfort you know he needs. You’ve always known how much this moment would mean to him. It’s a sign—of everything he’s done, everything he’s become.

Astrid, still looking at him with innocent curiosity, giggles softly, oblivious to the profound effect she’s had on her father. Loki lets out a shaky breath and smiles down at her, his fingers brushing through her hair in a tender gesture.

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs to her. “My little girl. My daughter.”

The months pass by, and with them, Astrid grows more and more. You and Loki find yourselves in a blur of milestones, each one more amazing than the last.

Her first teeth arrive one morning, when she’s playing with her favorite rattle, her mouth slightly ajar. You notice a slight shift in her usual babbling, a new sound that doesn’t quite belong. You peer down at her, only to find the tiniest glint of white peeking out from her gums.

“Loki,” you call, your voice excited.

He looks up from where he’s sitting, absorbed in his own work. “What is it?”

“Her teeth,” you say, motioning toward Astrid. “She’s got her first tooth.”

Loki gets up quickly, his eyes immediately scanning Astrid’s mouth. Sure enough, a small tooth is visible, barely breaking through the gum.

“That’s…” Loki’s voice falters, his emotions once again taking him by surprise. “She’s getting so big. It’s happening too fast.”

You smile softly, touching his arm gently. “They grow up so quickly. But it’s all part of it.”

Loki watches Astrid with a mixture of pride and bittersweetness. “I didn’t expect to feel so… overwhelmed. She’s so little now, and yet she’s changing every day. Soon she’ll be walking, talking…”

You chuckle softly. “She’s already talking.”

He nods, his gaze softening. “Dada.”

It isn’t long before Astrid’s first words become a bit more varied. She learns “mama” a few weeks after “dada,” much to your delight. But it’s “kitty” that seems to catch everyone’s attention.

One morning, as Loki is playing with her, a small tabby cat walks through the room. Astrid’s eyes light up, and she reaches out toward it, babbling happily.

“Kitty!” she exclaims, her voice high-pitched and full of excitement.

You freeze, turning to Loki. “Did she just say…?”

Loki, equally stunned, nods. “She did. She said ‘kitty.’”

Astrid grins at the cat, who seems oblivious to her excitement. She crawls toward it, her little hands reaching out to pet the animal, but the cat darts out of her way, much to her frustration.

“Kitty!” she says again, more insistently this time.

Loki chuckles softly, leaning down to scoop her up. “She already has her preferences.”

You smile at the sight of them, your heart full. “She’s growing so quickly. I can’t believe it.”

“I’m not ready for her to grow up,” Loki admits, his voice quieter than usual. “It feels like I blinked, and now she’s… saying words.”

“You’re doing great,” you say, offering him a reassuring smile.

But as the days go by, Loki’s protectiveness only grows. He watches over Astrid as she becomes more and more mobile, her curiosity leading her to explore every nook and cranny of the palace. She begins walking more confidently, her steps less wobbly, and her balance improving.

You find yourself laughing at her antics as she toddles around, mimicking what she sees. The other day, she tried to grab Loki’s cup of wine and nearly toppled it over. The look of determination on her face was enough to make you and Loki both laugh, though the incident was quickly followed by a stern warning that, no, Astrid was not allowed to touch his wine.

But the more she grows, the more she becomes a handful. Her toddler years are filled with discovery, questions, and an unrelenting energy that exhausts you both. And through it all, Loki stands beside you, equally smitten and overwhelmed.

By the time Astrid is two, she’s a little whirlwind of curiosity and endless chatter. She repeats words constantly, stringing together simple sentences with the clarity of someone far older than her age.

But there are still moments when she surprises you both with the things she says.

One evening, as you’re putting Astrid to bed, she looks up at you with a serious expression.

“Mama, dada,” she says, her tiny hands clutching the edges of her blanket.

You smile softly, brushing a lock of hair away from her forehead. “Yes, sweetie?”

“Love,” she says, her voice quiet but firm. “Love you.”

Loki, standing in the doorway, watches the scene with an expression of complete wonder. His heart skips a beat as Astrid’s words settle into the air.

“Love you, too,” he says softly, stepping forward to kiss her forehead.

You smile at Loki, reaching out to take his hand. Together, the three of you share a quiet moment, surrounded by the soft glow of the evening light. Astrid may be growing quickly, but she’s still your baby, and no matter how big she gets, she’ll always have your love and your protection.

Life at the palace with a toddler princess is nothing short of an adventure—a whirlwind of giggles, mischief, and the constant patter of tiny feet echoing through the grand halls. Astrid, now two years old, has fully embraced her royal upbringing in the most chaotic way possible.

She is adored by the people of Asgard, worshipped as their little star, their future. But more than anyone, she has her uncle Thor completely wrapped around her tiny fingers.

Thor, mighty god of thunder, is utterly smitten with his niece. His formidable strength and commanding presence mean nothing in the face of Astrid’s wide green eyes and mischievous smile. The moment she reaches for him, he is at her service, scooping her up into his arms with ease, letting her tug at his beard, climb all over him, and even demand stories of his grandest battles—though, of course, they are censored for toddler ears.

“I struck down an entire army with Mjolnir,” Thor boasts one evening, bouncing Astrid on his knee as they sit in one of the grand sitting rooms. “And do you know what they did, little one?”

Astrid gasps, wide-eyed. “What?”

“They ran!” Thor declares, making exaggerated motions with his hands.

Astrid squeals in delight, clapping her hands. “Boom!”

“Yes, boom indeed!” Thor laughs, setting her down so she can reenact the scene with all the dramatic flair of a warrior-in-training.

Loki, standing nearby with his arms crossed, watches the interaction with an unimpressed expression. “Wonderful. Just what we need. A two-year-old believing she, too, can strike down an army.”

“She can,” Thor argues, grinning. “She has the blood of warriors in her veins!”

Loki groans, rubbing his temple. “You’re encouraging bad habits.”

“Thor is fun!” Astrid insists, wrapping her tiny arms around her uncle’s leg in a show of loyalty.

Loki rolls his eyes. “Yes, well, Thor isn’t the one who has to keep up with you when you decide to start wielding weapons in the halls.”

Astrid beams up at Loki, her expression full of mischief. “Dada fun?”

Loki falters. His daughter has an uncanny ability to turn his heart into mush with a single look. He clears his throat, pretending to be unaffected. “Dada is fun,” he concedes, though his lips twitch in amusement.

Thor throws his head back and laughs. “She has you completely under her spell, brother.”

Loki scowls, but he can’t deny the truth of it. He would give Astrid anything she asked for, even if he pretended otherwise.

But unlike Thor, Loki is also the one who is painfully aware of every possible danger that could befall his little girl. His protectiveness borders on paranoia—watching every step she takes, ensuring she is never too far from his reach. He inspects every meal she eats, every toy she plays with, every person who dares to interact with her for too long.

It’s almost ridiculous, and you are the only one who can keep him in check.

“She is fine, Loki,” you tell him one afternoon when he refuses to let Astrid run freely through the palace gardens without staying two feet behind her.

“She could fall,” he argues.

“She will fall,” you counter. “That’s what children do. And then she’ll get back up.”

Loki sighs, watching as Astrid toddles through the grass, her little hands reaching out to grab at flowers. His jaw tightens when she stumbles slightly, but when she immediately stands back up and keeps going, you nudge him gently.

“See?” you say. “She’s strong, just like her father.”

Loki exhales, shaking his head. “I just… I can’t help it. She is so small.”

“She won’t always be,” you say softly. “Let her be little while she still can.”

Loki glances at you then, and for a moment, something shifts in his expression. His gaze flickers down to your hands, resting over your stomach, and a memory washes over him—of you carrying Astrid before she was even born, your belly swollen with life, the quiet nights where he had spoken to her before she ever took her first breath.

And suddenly, he wants it again.

It happens more and more often now—these moments where he catches himself staring at you, at Astrid, and thinking I want another.

He doesn’t say it aloud, not yet, but the thought lingers in the back of his mind every time he sees you holding Astrid, every time she reaches for you with sleepy little arms, curling up against you like you are the safest place in the world.

One evening, he finds you sitting in Astrid’s room, rocking her in your arms as she dozes off. He stands in the doorway, watching the way you hum softly under your breath, your fingers tracing slow, soothing circles against her back. The sight is so achingly familiar—reminiscent of when you had carried her inside of you, when you had cradled her before she was even big enough to sit up on her own.

A strange warmth spreads through his chest, a longing that he doesn’t know how to put into words.

You notice him watching and smile softly. “She’s finally asleep,” you whisper.

Loki steps into the room, his movements careful and quiet. He leans down to brush a kiss against Astrid’s forehead before straightening to meet your gaze.

You tilt your head at him, sensing something in his expression. “What is it?”

Loki hesitates, then shakes his head. “Nothing,” he murmurs.

But when he reaches out to cup your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek, the tenderness in his touch tells you otherwise. You don’t press him for answers—not yet. Instead, you lean into him, allowing the moment to stretch between you, filled with quiet understanding.

Later that night, when you’re lying in bed together, he pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you in a way that feels more desperate than usual. He doesn’t say it—doesn’t voice the thoughts swirling in his mind—but you can feel it in the way he holds you, in the way he presses soft kisses against your shoulder, lingering there like he’s trying to commit the moment to memory.

And though he doesn’t say it yet, you already know.

Loki wants another baby.

And deep down, you know you’re not opposed to the idea.

Loki doesn’t know why it’s so difficult to say the words.

He’s never been one to hesitate, never been one to stumble over his own desires. And yet, every time he looks at you, every time he watches you cradle Astrid in your arms, every time he sees her tiny hands clutching onto you as if you are her entire world—he can feel the words bubbling up in his throat, but they never quite make it past his lips.

It’s ridiculous, really. You are his wife. You are the mother of his child. And yet, for some reason, asking you for another child feels more daunting than anything he has ever faced.

But one evening, after an exhausting day of chasing after Astrid (who has apparently decided that she no longer requires sleep and will instead spend her time trying to climb every surface in the palace), he finally gathers the courage to bring it up.

You’re sitting in bed, rubbing your temples, looking like you are seconds away from collapsing into sleep when Loki clears his throat.

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

Loki hesitates for a fraction of a second before finally saying, “I want another child.”

Your hand freezes where it rests against your temple. You blink at him, eyes widening slightly. “I—what?”

Loki shifts uncomfortably, feeling oddly vulnerable. “I want another child,” he repeats, this time more firmly. “A sibling for Astrid.”

You stare at him, processing his words. Then, to his utter horror, you start laughing.

Loki scowls. “I fail to see what is so amusing about this.”

You shake your head, still chuckling. “Loki, have you met our daughter?” You gesture vaguely in the direction of Astrid’s room, where she is (hopefully) sleeping after a full day of causing chaos. “She is a menace.”

“She is two,” Loki argues.

“Exactly! And she already runs this palace like it’s hers.” You sigh, rubbing your face. “I mean, I do want another child, but are you sure we’re ready for that? Because last I checked, we can barely keep up with the one we have.”

Loki leans closer, his expression softening. “You do?”

You huff out a laugh. “Of course I do. But I’m just saying—”

“We’ll manage,” he insists. “We’ve done it before.”

You tilt your head at him. “Yes, but last time, Astrid wasn’t outside of me causing problems yet.”

Loki smirks. “So, you do admit she is a menace.”

You groan. “That’s not the point.”

Loki shrugs. “We will figure it out. I’m sure it won’t be that difficult.”

It is, in fact, very difficult.

The problem isn’t wanting another baby. The problem is having another baby when your current child refuses to allow you two a single moment alone together.

Astrid, despite her small size, has an uncanny ability to sense the exact moment you and Loki are about to have some time to yourselves and promptly decides that she desperately needs attention.

Every single time.

The moment Loki so much as touches your arm in that way, Astrid appears as if summoned by some ancient magic, demanding to be held, entertained, or carried around the palace like a tiny queen.

One night, after yet another failed attempt, Loki throws himself back onto the bed with an exasperated sigh. “This is absurd.”

You flop down beside him, equally frustrated. “Maybe we should explain to her that she needs to sleep in her own bed?”

Loki scoffs. “Oh, yes, because a two-year-old will surely listen to reason.”

You snort. “Okay, then what do you suggest?”

Loki groans, rubbing his face. “I don’t know. Perhaps we should leave her outside the door and simply refuse to open it.”

Unfortunately, he says this right as Astrid toddles into the room, clutching her stuffed animal.

She freezes, staring up at Loki with wide, betrayed eyes. “Dada?”

Loki immediately sits up. “I—”

Astrid’s lower lip trembles.

Your eyes widen in horror. “Oh, no.”

Astrid sniffs, her tiny face crumpling. “No leave me…”

Loki panics. “Astrid, no—”

But it’s too late. The wailing begins.

Loki stares, completely out of his depth, as his daughter throws herself onto the floor in the most dramatic display of devastation he has ever seen.

You immediately scoop her up, shushing her gently. “Sweetheart, no one is leaving you outside the door, I promise.”

Astrid clings to you, still sniffling, as she glares accusingly at Loki. “Dada mean.”

Loki sputters. “I was joking!”

Astrid is not convinced.

You shake your head at him. “This is your fault. You fix it.”

Loki sighs, reaching for his daughter. “Come here, my little terror.”

Astrid sniffles but allows him to take her, curling into his chest as he strokes her hair. “Dada loves you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Not leave me?” she asks, still wary.

“Never,” Loki says firmly. “You are far too troublesome for me to abandon now.”

Astrid sniffles again but finally relaxes, resting her head against him.

You shoot Loki a look. “Well done.”

Loki groans, leaning back against the pillows with Astrid still in his arms. “Remind me again why we want another one?”

You grin, settling beside him. “Because despite all this, we love her more than anything.”

Loki sighs. “That does sound like something I would say, doesn’t it?”

You laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “We’ll figure it out. Even if it means getting creative.”

Loki smirks. “I do excel at creativity.”

You roll your eyes. “Not that kind of creativity, Loki.”

Astrid mumbles something incoherent against his chest, already half asleep again.

Loki glances down at her and sighs, knowing full well that if he moves, she will wake up and the entire process will start all over again. He looks at you, raising an eyebrow. “So much for alone time.”

You snuggle into his side, resting your head against his shoulder. “There’s always tomorrow.”

Loki sighs dramatically. “Assuming she allows it.”

You grin. “She has to sleep sometime.”

Loki smirks. “Then we shall simply have to be faster.”

You laugh, nudging him playfully. “We’ll get there.”

And as the night settles around you, with Astrid sleeping peacefully between you, you know that, somehow, you always will.

It takes time, but eventually, the stars align.

Astrid, for once, does not burst into your chambers at an inopportune moment. The palace is calm, with no pressing matters dragging Loki away. And for the first time in what feels like forever, you and Loki have time to yourselves.

It’s been so long since you’ve had a moment like this—where it’s just the two of you, no toddler interrupting, no duties looming over your heads. And when Loki kisses you, when his hands skim your skin with the same reverence as they did years ago, you feel it down to your bones.

It’s only after some time has passed that you realize the truth.

The signs are subtle at first—the feeling of exhaustion that lingers even after a full night’s sleep, the way your body feels off in a way that’s difficult to explain. But then, your blood does not come, and suddenly, you know.

You don’t wait to tell Loki.

The moment you confirm it, you rush to find him, nearly colliding with a servant in your haste. Loki, ever perceptive, notices your excitement the second you burst into his study.

His eyebrows lift as he sets his book aside. “What is it?”

You barely contain your grin. “I’m pregnant.”

For a second, Loki just stares at you, as if he’s waiting for you to elaborate, as if he’s not quite certain he heard you correctly. Then, slowly, a grin spreads across his face.

“Again?” he breathes, pushing to his feet.

You nod, barely suppressing a laugh. “Yes, again.”

Loki crosses the room in an instant, sweeping you into his arms and spinning you around. You laugh as he buries his face against your neck, holding you tightly.

“You truly are remarkable,” he murmurs. “Another child?”

You hum, brushing a hand through his hair. “Another child.”

Telling your family and the court is easy. Frigga nearly weeps with joy, pressing both hands to her heart as she declares that this is the best news she has ever received. Thor clasps Loki’s shoulder with enough force to nearly knock him over, congratulating him with his usual boisterous enthusiasm. Even Odin, while far more reserved, offers his approval, though it is clear that it is Frigga who carries the true excitement for this new addition.

The celebrations that follow are grand, as they were with Astrid, with the people of Asgard rejoicing at the prospect of another royal child.

But there is one more person who needs to be told.

Astrid.

You and Loki wait for the right moment, deciding to tell her when she is relaxed and happy rather than when she is in the middle of one of her many dramatic fits. Eventually, you find your chance, with Astrid curled up between you both, playing with one of her stuffed toys.

Loki is the one who starts. “Astrid, darling, we have something to tell you.”

Astrid glances up at him, her tiny nose scrunching. “What?”

You exchange a glance with Loki before smiling at her. “You’re going to be a big sister.”

Astrid freezes, her fingers tightening around her toy. She blinks up at you both, processing your words. “A… a big sister?”

You nod. “That’s right.”

For a second, she says nothing. Then, to your absolute horror, her lower lip wobbles.

Loki stiffens. “Oh, no.”

Astrid’s voice is tiny when she speaks. “You don’t love me no more?”

Your heart shatters.

“Astrid, no!” You pull her onto your lap instantly, pressing kisses to her hair. “Sweetheart, we love you. So much. That will never change.”

Loki immediately follows suit, cupping her little face in his hands. “My love for you will only grow,” he assures her. “Just as it did when you were born.”

Astrid sniffles. “But—but now you have a new baby.”

You shake your head. “And we will love them just as much as we love you. But that doesn’t mean we love you less. You will always be our first, our little star.”

Loki nods firmly. “Nothing could ever take your place, Astrid. You are my heart.”

Astrid sniffles again, considering your words. Then, cautiously, she asks, “Can I still be a princess?”

Loki lets out a breath of relief. “Of course.”

Astrid looks down at her toy, processing everything. Then, suddenly, her eyes brighten. “Will the baby be my baby?”

You laugh. “Well, not quite. But you will be their big sister. You’ll get to help take care of them, and they will look up to you.”

Astrid’s little chest puffs up at that. “I’ll be a good big sister.”

Loki smirks. “Oh, I do not doubt it.”

Astrid wiggles excitedly in your lap. “Can I teach them stuff?”

You nod. “Of course, sweetheart.”

Her excitement grows. “Can I tell them stories?”

Loki chuckles. “Yes.”

Astrid gasps dramatically. “Can I be their queen?”

You and Loki exchange a look before you grin at her. “Let’s… start with big sister, and we’ll see from there.”

Astrid pouts for half a second before nodding. “Okay!”

And just like that, all of her fears seem to disappear.

Later that night, as she sleeps curled up between you both, Loki wraps an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I knew she would come around.”

You laugh softly. “I still can’t believe she thought we wouldn’t love her anymore.”

Loki exhales, tightening his hold on you. “She is young. But now, she knows. And she will be the most unbearably doting big sister imaginable.”

You hum, smiling as you look at your sleeping daughter. “You’re probably right.”

Loki shifts, his lips brushing against your shoulder. “And you,” he murmurs, “are carrying another miracle.”

You turn to face him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I couldn’t do it without you.”

Loki smirks. “Well, I certainly contributed, didn’t I?”

You roll your eyes, laughing against his lips. “Go to sleep, Loki.”

And as the night settles around you, you know that this, this growing family, this love that surrounds you, will always be enough.

[leafyeyes417]

I decided to create a masterpost or two with all the reblogs that I like in hopes that when someone sends out the “help me find that post” I can find it faster. It will be added to slowly because I do not have the patience to do it all at once. Also in no particular order of preference.

Keep in mind none of these posts are my works and I do not claim them as such.

If you see *** they are really good prompts with lots of reblogs.

Will be edited later, last updated: 3-10-25

Masterlists

Multi-story masterlists

dcxdpdrabbles

Hdgnj

Tu-turu-turah

Somnoir

Chaoticwriting

Specific Story lists

Jason is Catnip to Danny

Hyena Danny

Finally Getting Help

Wrong Robin

Badger Day

Man has needs

Almanac

Take out for Dummies

Danny is just some guy

Changling AU (part 5, other part links at bottom of post)

Fast Car Driver Danny

Haunted Car

Harmless Series

Don’t eat anything

Hero Tweets

Just a Bite

Batfam & Danny

Twitter AU

Coffee Heart

Single posts

Ellie-centric

Ellie realizes how dangerous Danny’s home is

Danny’s Rescues from the Infinite Realms

Green Lanturn & crew stuck in IR

Dead on Main

Jason courting Danny with a casserole

Overprotective Fenton parents shovel talk

Danny courts Jason by giving him wine cups made from the Joker’s kneecaps

Jason becomes a Ghost Summoner after giving Danny food***

Dream Lover***

Soulmate summoning ring gone wrong

Dead Tired

Coffeeshop accident

Dead Serious

Dead Silent

Danny kills the joker with his thighs

Danny on the run from the GIW

Superman startles Danny and gets a concussion***

Danny In Gotham

Sleepwalker Danny who escapes all traps

Unknowing Fae Danny works at coffee shop

Danny pretends to be a Vampire***

Feral McGee

Danny only gets a Vacation from work in Gotham

Danny seems like an Oracle of Delphi***

The GAV affected by Fear Toxin

Tucker streams while Danny does what Danny does in the background***

Danny is kidnapped(?) by Batman***

Danny gets hired for a money laundering front***

Portal is built in Gotham, not Amity

Naga Danny

Villain Danny

Danny’s obsession is twisted, forcing him to be a villain

Danny teaches heroes their mistakes by being the villain***

Adopted Danny (as in not Bio Fenton)

Danny is Hal Jordan’s son

Harley asks Batman to take away her son

Harvey Dent is Danny’s bio parent

Danny adopted by Bruce Wayne

Danny distribution system

Danny makes a sales pitch to join the Batfam

Reincarnated Danny

They wake up as Talons

Reincarnation

Clockwork reincarnated as Alfred

Misunderstanding’s that end in chaos

High Danny mistakes Batman for Jack

Mis-text-derstanding

Summoning Danny

Number is not in service

Danny: Please get that stalker (Ra’s) away from me

Demon Twin/Brothers

Damian is normal by Amity standards

Maybe(?) his lost twin

Nyssa steals Danny

Danny undercover in Amity

Jazz decided she wanted a brother

Danny’s Obsession to beat Damian

Tim Twins/Brothers

Danny and Tim are half-siblings

Danny sleep teleports to another dimension

Jason and Danny are brothers

Jason is a Baby ghost, adopts babier ghost Danny***

Ghost King Danny

Danny needs to take care of the Lazarus pits

Danny finds out there is a Ghost LOA

Miscellaneous

Danny possesses the president

Danny takes Jason’s online cooking class

Danny forgot what is regular human

Jack was a hitman named Phantom

Ghost Calls

Danny & Jason have the same scars

Superman was supposed to wait for the JLD

Water Core Tim

Fenton Driving curse still applies

Danny asks Wonder Woman to make him a grave on Themyscria***

Kryptonite is actually trapped souls

Danny and self-fulfilling prophecy

Danny pretends to be a demigod son of Hades

Danny gifts Red Robin a jar with Ra’s eyes

Vlad Cloning Danny was actually a much worse offense, breaks oldest ghost law

Amity got put back in the wrong place after the Pariah Dark fight.

Jason involuntarily taken to the ghost hospital

Phantom Letters

Danny learns Astral magic

Jazz the Author

Danny makes environmental cleaning ecto-tech***

Miscellaneous Angst

GIW succeeds in shooting the portal

DPxMarvel

Loki falls through to the IR and is adopted by Danny

Pure DP (not crossover)

Danny was Eldritch the whole time

Danny gets sprayed with a chemical where he hallucinates the person he hates

Demon!AU (with Art)

[holylulusworld]

Unworthy (2)

Summary: Thor doesn’t think you‘re a good friend to his brother.

Pairing: AU!Thor Odinson x fem!Reader, AU!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader (platonic/best friends)

Warnings: past addiction, mentions of drug abuse/addiction (Loki), angst, classism, Thor being an ass, BBF trope, mentions of spiked drinks

Catch up here: Unworthy (1)

Unworthy masterlist

“Stop her then, son. If she told you the truth, we should find out more about what happened,” Odin feels like he just threw his daughter out of his house. “I shouldn’t have listened to you. Why did I not double-check your information.”

“Husband, not now,” Frigga places her hand on Odin’s shoulder. “Do not make another mistake. Maybe she is innocent, but we need to investigate further first. Thor, follow her. She’s the best source of information.”

“Right,” Thor huffs but turns to follow you. “I’m not sure she told me the truth. Some people have the ability to sell you any lie.”

Thor walks away to follow you. He easily catches up on you with his long legs and determined steps. “Wait—” He calls your name. It’s more an order than a request.

You move toward the exit, ignoring Thor walks next to you. “I said wait.”

“What else do you want to accuse me of?” You stop for a moment to glare up at Thor. “Maybe I sold drugs to Loki, huh? Maybe I was the one getting him addicted. Just leave me alone, Odinson.”

“If the guy spiked your drink there should be a police report…right?” He cocks a brow. Thor is not as good as his father at reading people, but he can see the fear in your eyes when the memories of that night come back.

“My friend called the cops after bringing me to the hospital. I gave a statement, and they promised me that he wouldn’t get away with what he did to me. I believed them,” you laugh bitterly.

“What happened?” He steps closer to tower over you. Thor is intimidating, with his sheer size and figure dwarfing you, but you won’t cower in front of him.

“What always happens,” you shrug and try to balance the box in your hands at the same time. “He came from a good family with old money. My words against his. I was the outsider allowed to walk their holy halls because of a scholarship.”

“That’s awful,” Thor sucks in a breath. If what you’re telling him is true, he understands that you always despised him, the golden son having it all. He never had to work for anything.

“It didn’t matter that my friend, the doctor, and the nurse gave a statement too. They tried to pressure me into taking my statement back, but I refused,” you sniff, and look away. “I didn’t matter, though. He got away with it because his parents knew the right people. Suddenly my test results were gone, and the guests at the party didn’t remember shit. I was lucky to not lose my scholarship. If we are done here, I’d love to leave this shitty place.”

Thor doesn’t stop you when you walk away from him. He has a lot of information to stomach. Thor hopes you’re just a good liar, and he was right about you. But he has a hunch that every word you said was true.

“That’s all, huh?” Hela looks up from her laptop to glare at Thor. He thumbs through the papers and pictures on Hela’s desk. “You didn’t find more?” He asks.

“Stop nagging,” she snaps at him. “You should thank me instead of moping. I got the statement from her friend and the doctor. The nurse withdrew her statement right after she bought a brand-new car.”

“Sounds fishy,” Hogun grumbles. It wasn’t in his plans to sneak around your apartment and follow you around town. “I don’t think the sweet girl is a criminal mastermind. All she did was to buy groceries and look for a new job.”

“Hey, it’s still my turn,” Hela glares at Hogun. “We wanted to talk about her past before we get to the present and future. A shame I didn’t get the chance to interrogate her.” She smirks at her brother. “I bet the sweet girl would’ve been putty in my hands.”

Thor curls his upper lip. “What did you find out?”

Hela leans back in her chair and crosses one leg over the other. She takes her time to inform her brother.

“I found more questions than answers. But I can tell you that the guy spiking Y/N’s drink is a piece of shit. Over the years his parents tried to cover all the shit he pulled. Luckily, they did not succeed. He crossed one too many lines and they turned their back on him.”

“Interesting,” Thor grabs one of the pictures taken at the hospital. You look scared and his heart hurts seeing the tears run down your cheeks. “Anything else?”

“No well done from you?” She huffs. “Always the same with you and father.” Hela snaps at her brother. “I tried to talk to his parents, but they refused to talk about the incident with Y/N. If you ask me, their son did exactly what Y/N said.”

“Says who…?” Thor questions. He’s still not convinced that you told him the truth and that you are innocent. If so, he’d be the worst person ever for ruining your career and friendship with his brother.

“How is he? Where is he?” You pant heavily as you try to find Loki. “Duke, where is he?” You ask Loki’s sponsor. “Duke!”

“He’s in a bad condition,” Duke’s features soften at your worried look. You’re out of your mind because Loki’s AA sponsor called you in the middle of the night. What if Loki is relapsed or is injured?

“Did he have a relapse?” You clasp your hands together to silently pray Loki didn’t do anything stupid because of what happened. “Duke?”

“No,” Duke shakes his head. “He needs you. Loki asked for you the whole time. I didn’t want to call you, but he wouldn’t stop. He’s vulnerable, Y/N.”

“I need to see him.”

“Loki’s inside my office,” Duke gently pats your shoulder. “Take all your time, Y/N. If you need a ride home, I’ll drive you.”

“Loki?” You walk inside the office, heart lurching in your chest. Loki sits on the ground. His long legs stretched out, and his head hanging. “Darling?”

“Y/N,” he murmurs but doesn’t look at you. Loki believed you gave up on him. Thor, his father, and Frigga didn’t tell him the whole truth. When one of your co-workers told him that you got fired and showed him the pictures Loki knew, Thor did this to you to get you out of his life.

“Hey, beautiful,” you sit down next to Loki and wrap one arm around his shoulders. “How’s my pretty boy tonight?”

“Not good,” he leans his head against your shoulder and sighs. “I almost fucked up again, Y/N. I was bad tonight. I…I…” he sniffles and wrings his hands. “I almost bought the poison.”

“Did you buy it?”

“No.”

“Good. See, you’re stronger than you thought,” you peck his hair. “I knew you could do it, Loki.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about your job and my brother?” He murmurs. “I could’ve helped you.”

“Your brother is an asshole, you know that” you try to cheer Loki up while your world still lies in ruins. “He tried to find something to hold against me and succeed. It’s not the end of the world to lose a job, darling. I’ll find something soon.”

“Hmmm…” Loki thoughtfully hums. “Maybe I can lend you some money.”

“I got spared money, Loki. I’m not your friend because of your money, darling.”

“You are my friend because of my good looks, right?” Relieved that you are not angry at him for the things his family did, Loki sighs.

“I’m your friend because I love you, darling,” you pat his thigh. For a moment you are both silent. “So, you came here for a meeting?”

“Three,” he says. “I’m sorry Duke had to call you.”

“I told you a long time ago that you can always call me, Loki. Day or night,” you softly say. “Did you eat today, darling?”

His growling stomach answers your question. “Not much,” Loki admits. “I wasn’t in the mood for food.”

“That was the most awful rhyme I ever heard,” you laugh. “Come on, darling. I’ll take you home and we can eat my leftovers.”

“You want to take me home?” He purrs. “You can’t wait to get your hands on me, huh? I bet you waited for me to call.”

“You’re a little bitch, Loki Laufeyson.”

“I love you too, Y/N…”

You watch Loki’s chest rise and fall. Still worried about your friend you didn’t leave his side.

Finally at peace after hours of suffering and self-hatred, he sleeps peacefully on your bed.

He greedily stuffed your leftovers into his mouth and even burped because you wanted him to eat dessert too.   

You talked for half the night, assuring him that his father and brother can do whatever they want to. You will stand by Loki’s side. Whether they like it or not.

“If you don’t stop yelling at me I’ll hang up,” you snarl into the phone. “I only called to tell you that Loki is safe and didn’t have a relapse. He’s asleep and I’ll drive him home after he had breakfast.”

Thor yells into the phone. He throws profanities at you while his sister watches him with amusement. She chuckles and listens to your explanation. “Thor, calm down. She took good care of him.”

“You don’t have a say in this,” Thor grunts. “She gets fired and then…” He growls and grunts while you listen to his rant.

“Are you done?” You ask. “I’m going to hang up now. I don’t want to wake Loki. He needs his sleep after everything he’s gone through last night. If you need to know more, ask his sponsor who called me, knowing I’ll be the one getting Loki out of the hole he fell into once again.”

You hang up, already regretting that you called Loki’s family. All you wanted to do was make sure they won't worry all night because he didn’t come home.

You harrumph and walk back inside your living room to switch through the channels. Sleep is out of the question after the call. Thor once again made you furious, and you hate the feeling.

Next time he dares to show his face, you’ll knee his balls and give him a piece of your mind…

Part 3

Tags in reblog.

[milaisreading]

Crossdresser!Yn AU:

The mom: You are useless and a waste of space

The dad: At least you are good at football, tho.

CD!Yn, already used to everything: I know. I know

Chris, gasping and covering her mouth: My sweet summer child, we need to separate you from this.

Snuffy: Come on, we have food at the Italian wing *starts pulling her away*

CD: It's ok, I am used to it- Why are Noa-san and Lavinho-san staying behind?

Loki: What do you mean you are used to it???

CD!YN, noticing the glares they were sending her parents: I should have kept my mouth shut

[amf-studios]

Because I had no other plans for April fools, you're getting this.

Enma family headcanons!!

It's been stated before, but probably long enough people have forgotten, my version of enma is the child of Ancient Enma's eldest daughter, Hecate(yes, that hecate).

Enma's father in this instance is the one of hecate's recorded consorts most known for their capacity for mischief... Hermes. Where did you think Koen got it from?

Hecate and Hermes were never formally married, but they were dating at the same time Ancient Enma was expecting his daughters to produce heirs, because only men can take the throne for some reason, and he would have preferred to have retired before he reincarnated. (Spoiler alert: he didnt.)

Koen(our enma) was raised mostly in a split with Hecate, as the enma in the room, getting majority custody, and Hermes got weekends

Hermes was simultaneously a bad influence on his kid as he enabled the chaos gremlin behavior toward random civilians, and a good influence in that as the God of trade and language, Koen learned in many of the fields a king would need to maintain some semblance of order

Hecate by contrast was the more grounded parent of the two, but was still a doting mother when she could make time.

Also previously stated, Loki, Norse God of mischief, is related to the enmas

No one is exactly sure HOW Loki is related to the enma's. Just that he's somehow close enough to the main branch that should no heir be present in the main branch, he'd be in the running for King

Loki himself is a father of three, mother of one(long story) and his closest relationship is with his daughter Hel, Norse goddess of death

Hel and her brothers are considered just far enough from the main branch to not qualify as part of the Enma tribe.

Loki for the most part keeps his connection to the main branch on the downlow, mostly so the rest of the Norse don't suspect his lineage has anything to do with the tricks he plays on them.

Related to above, the Enmas made up the Ragnorak prophecy because Odin is a little paranoid, and they knew he'd take it seriously.

The Enmas originated from ancient India, but after establishing themselves as the defacto rules of the yokai world, they have ties to just about every major pantheon you can think of.

Despite their feats of strength, most enma kings have treaded lightly with their rules. They can defeat basically any other yokai one on one, but would fall if enough of the yokai world turned on them.

Koen is the first king in a long while to ignore this prior point, as while he maintains relationships, he mostly does whatever he wants.

No one likes to think of how Ananta came to be, giving his mother was a human woman and his father is the second largest snake in the family

Koen plays poker with some of the other gods

Zeus somehow knows every possible way to enter the Enma pavilion. It's one of his first choices to crash when Hera locks him out of Olympus

And finally, nothing related to enma in forever friends happened in the natsuki au.

Hope you enjoy

[kamwashere]

spideypool fic rec list please!!!!

Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) by Sarah_Sandwich [T, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 72K]

He sighs from where he’s prone, arms akimbo, and roof gravel digging into his spine. “I lost my job. My… other job. The one that actually pays the bills.” He doesn’t want to dwell on why he’s telling Deadpool of all people. Surely it has nothing to do with his desperate lack of friends. MJ is in California chasing her dreams, Harry’s undergoing treatment for his mental health and isn’t allowed visitors (not that it matters since they blacklisted Peter after last time), and Gwen… Well. And it’s not like he can talk to Aunt May without her worrying about him starving to death under a bridge or something so… Deadpool it is. Man, when did his life get this pathetic. OR: The one where Peter and Wade are literal soulmates but don't realize it for literal years because they're literal idiots.

✦ kam's notes: My favoritest SMDP fic. It’s a soulmate au and it has one of the best characterizations of Peter and Wade. It burns so slow and so good. My favorite thing about this fic is how unique but somehow familiar this universe is. Peter is bad at being an adult and Wade is larger than life. I love the transition from strangers to friends to best friends to partners to roommates to soulmates/heartmates to lovers. I could not recommend this enough. 

Peter Parker's Home for the Wayward Villain by BeanieBaby [T, 90K]

A really long redemption story.

✦ kam's notes: The mother of all SMDP fics, in my opinion. It’s spideypool + a lot of fun side couples and cameos. Peter is Tony’s adopted son and he has no powers. He adopts a bunch of villains like Loki and Magneto. So fun and one of the first SMDP fics I’ve ever read!

Quackery by CAPSING [M, 3K]

In a world where the first words your soulmate will say to you appear on your left wrist at your tenth birthday, Peter gets the short end of the stick.

✦ kam's notes: It’s not a Spideypool fic rec list if there are no works by CAPSING. It’s a soulmate AU where Peter gets a duck-related soulmate mark. It’s funny and light-hearted, but with Deadpool-typical angst.

you grow up and you lose touch by scarlett_starlett [M, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 52K]

Peter always thought that when he had kids, there would be someone by his side. Instead, he has a mouthy mercenary acting as a chef every night for him and his newly adopted son and a narcissistic billionaire philanthropist paying child support on the sly. But Peter figures it isn’t all bad, especially when Miles loses that dullness in his eyes whenever Wade slips on the banana peels he ‘strategically’ places all over the apartment for Peter as a joke.

✦ kam's notes: Normally don’t like a kidfic but this one is too adorable not add. Peter and Wade co-parenting/co-mentoring Miles! Love the dynamic between Wade and Miles, it’s so silly.

TheRealDeadpool posted by JessJesstheBest [T, 6K]

Carly Shep @Spider-butt Sooo… has anyone else noticed how cozy Spider-Man and the Merc with a Mouth seem to be lately? (14 retweets, 74 likes) Or the Isn't it Bromantic comic run from the perspective of in-universe social media

✦ kam's notes: What it says on the summary. Very cracky and sweet. I like the outsider POV element of this.

BF(F) by HexxBunny [T, 10K]

Five times people thought Wade and Peter were a couple which, seriously, where did they get that from? They are not a couple, stop asking. They are just friends now, and did plenty of friend stuff. Like kissing.

✦ kam's notes: Peter being in denial: the fic. It’s very fluffy. A lot of kissing. The Avengers make an apperance. 

Pizza Parker, Booty Double by vulcanhighblood [G, 1K]

The pizza delivery boy has hips that don't lie, and a booty belonging to Spider-Man. All Wade has to do now is find proof that Peter is the webbed wonder...

✦ kam's notes: The famous “Deadpool recognized Peter outside the suit based on his ass” fic. There are some dubiously-consensual groping but it’s all in very good fun.

that's all it is, man by scarlett_starlett [T, 5K]

"It’s just a leap of faith. That's all it is." (or: Peter B. Parker returns to his New York and actually believes that he won’t mess it up again; not this time, not with him. WARNING: Spoilers for the Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse movie. Read with caution.

✦ kam's notes: Another scarlett_starlett fic! Possibly the best Peter B. Parker/Wade Wilson fic, in my opinion. I love love love their dynamic in this. The banter is 10/10. Wade gives  some much-needed appreciation for Peter B’s dad bod. 

Parallel Horizons by mokuyoubi [E, 10K]

When Peter B Parker enters the collider again to return to his own dimension, he’s dumped out a week into the future, but still in Miles’ universe. Repeated attempts to return home only speed up the damage done to his body by the glitches, and leave him stranded 2 years in the future. Enter Deadpool, who’s seen a lot of versions of Spider-Man, but never one so in need of a friend. He vows to save Peter’s life, whether he likes it or not. Along with Miles and Gwen, they work to repair the damage, and find out what’s keeping Peter from being able to return home. And maybe Peter finds he has more in common with the strange Merc than he could have anticipated.

✦ kam's notes: Another Peter B./Wade fic. Wade is very helpful and charming, how could Peter not fall for him? The other Spideys also make a cameo. Some Liv/May crumbs in here, too.

liminal spaces by brawlite [Series, M, 18K, Unfinished]

New York City is full of liminal spaces. Somehow, Peter always seems to find Wade in them.

✦ kam's notes: This one is technically a series. There are three works in here and they’re all so good. I love how intimate these fics feel and there are some great Peter retrospectives here. 

an itch you can't scratch by jilliancares [G, 8K]

5 times Wade bumps into Peter Parker + 1 time he realizes Peter Parker is Spider-Man.

✦ kam's notes: Oh my God, this one! Wade keeps meeting Peter and keeps feeling like he’s forgetting something. The moment he realizes is my favorite part of this fic. Definitely recommend!

Another Trip Around the Sun by isaDanCurtisproduction [M, 31K]

Peter likes Wade. A lot. Like-likes him. But this is a problem, see? Because Wade has no idea who is behind the Spiderman mask. And then they go to a New Years Eve Party hosted by Tony Stark, get completely wasted, and suddenly this does not seem to be nearly as much of a problem as Peter originally thought. Because Peter always makes the best decisions while drunk, don't you know? Especially when his decision involves getting into Deadpool's pants.

✦ kam's notes: The miscommunication fic to end all the other miscommunication fics. Frustrating, sexy, and a little angsty! 

Halo by Pancake22 [T, 5K]

Convinced that Spider-Man is hiding in plain sight as an employee at Parker Industries, Deadpool explores the building in hopes of spotting his friend amongst the sea of corporate drones. All to offer him a job opportunity, of course. That was it though. Honest.

✦ kam's notes: SM/DP compliant. Identity reveal. Enough said. 

It Had to Be You by fancastical [T, 20K]

Or, Five Times Deadpool Recognised Spider-Man and One Time He Didn't

✦ kam's notes: A frustrating, bordering on cracky identity reveal fic. Peter is a troll, Wade loves him anyway. The ending is super satisfying, I promise. 

Don't mind just shamelessly plugging my own fics—

my heart is wild (and my bones are steel) [T, 9K]

Out of the corner of his eyes, MJ quietly takes the seat across the younger Peter, swiftly sliding into his place. He visibly relaxes, resting his forehead against hers. They belong together in a quietly intense way. Longing burns hot inside of him, like a branch caught in a forest fire. It’s strange. Even if this version of Peter has lost virtually everything, he still finds a way to be envious of him. He thinks of Wade. For some unfathomable reason he isn’t quite ready to examine yet, he misses the idiot. No Way Home, but in Peter-Three’s perspective.

all the skeletons you hide (show me yours, i’ll show you mine) [M, 16K, WIP]

A wave of affection and longing almost makes him stagger on his feet. Just seeing him in that suit—looking less than impressive, scratching his butt—makes him realize just how much he missed him. “Wade,” Peter cringes at how his voice catches, “Hi.” Wade turns around, turns back, turns again and does a double take. He eyes Peter up and down and to his surprise, turns away snootily. “Sorry cutie, any other day, I would be super into this hipster nerd slash skater boi with an I you’ve got going on—devastating combo, by the way—I’m sadly not in the mood.” Peter, fresh out of his multiversal escapades, gains a new perspective in life. One that includes a certain mouthy mercenary, perhaps? The problem is, the mercenary doesn’t seem to remember him. Like at all. He has a sneaking suspicion it has to do with that spell thing Peter-One was talking about…

‣ Both are a part of the new york isn't new york without you series

[deathmetalunicorn1]

RoR Toddler/Child Reader Masterlist

Hungry Toddler Reader

Summoned Child Reader

Being Confessed to in Front of them

Nightmare Protectors

Single Dads

School Parent's Night

Helping with Homework

Kidnapping Attempt

Saving a Kitty

Family Essay

Lost Soul Child Reader

Peter Pan is my Friend, right?

Hungry Baby Reader

Kidnapped (P!Yandere)

To the Dentist

Nightmare Sleepovers

Papa Hercules (yandere)

Yandere Adam and Eve

No Cheating Allowed!

Macarena Lessons

Papa Jack

Icky Vegetables

Nightmare Rescues

Perfect the way you are

I Want to Marry Daddy

Say no to Bullying

My Mommy!

Y/N Origin Story

An Average Day in Y/N's Life

Shapeshifter Toddler

Twin Trouble

Daddy's in Trouble

Witch Child Reader

Father's Day

Number 1 Father!

Paper Flowers

Hammock Cuddle Buddies

Pudge

Rainbow Unicorns

Learning to Feel Safe

Mispronunciations

Big Boobies!

The Littlest Sister

A New Familiar

Hide and Seek Champ!

Loki's Little Sister

A Father's Comfort

Doll Like Reader

Y/N's Favorite (Eve x child reader)

Thor's Little Princess

Pretend Married

Hey, Macarena!

Swimming Lessons

Dirt Bike Regrets

Mr. Noodle

Christmas Joy!

Heterochromia Beauty

First Words

Girl Dads

Snails

Affectionate Reader

Twin Tricks and Trouble

Allergic Reaction

Sensitive Tummy

Quintuplets

Family Apprehension

Baby Scares

Christmas and New Years

Angry Baby Reader

Bullies and Protectors (Kindergarten AU)

Sick (Kindergarten AU)

School Play (Kindergarten AU)

Disney's Hercules

A 'Normal' Human

Lost and Found Papa (Poseidon)

Scary Girl Dad

Easter Dangers

Little Defenses

Extroverted Child

Naked Faces

Hard Boiled Detective Child Reader

Child Reader- Telenovelas

Child Reader- Period Dramas

Beach Day and Ice Cream (Kindergarten AU)

Good Role Models

Ambitious Child

Fragile but Dangerous

[feralwetcat]

(was gonna rb the other post but go off i guess)

boundsmp RRverse au

[RRverse: rick riordans universe of mythologies]

DISCLAIMER!: This is mainly based in CHB because to me it fits, the chaos of it all yk, though there will be mentions of Norse (Valhalla) and Roman (Camp Jupiter) mythology stuff

Im gomna avoid making characters kids of the big three unless it really makes sense so

(this is a long post, so info under the cut!)

Startinh with camps -

I think the Avicane would probably translate into Camp Jupiter somehow, so i definitely think Vast wnd Armor would be Roman demigods

Vast probably has friends in Valhalla, which is the magpies, maybe they're kids of a lesser known god, farther down the line of gods?

I can't exactly explain it but i wanna make Sylph norse? Maybe something like they're at CHB but are actually norse because she just doesnt like being norse and wants to be closer to xers friends? Possibly maybe

Rune is mortal, though that doesn't mean he won't be important:]

I think most everyone else is greek, though that may change

Now! Godly parents:] -

The one i mainly thought about was Sylph, who i think is Lokis kid, especially since its often known that they're genderfluid shapeshifters, which just fits them extremely well

Technically this isn't a godly *parent* but! I think Runes an oracle of delphi, maybe even vibing with the Hephaestus kids, but being fully mortal, it feels fitting to me, it gives him a good plot reason to be around everyone but also still being fully mortal and mostly unrelated to the gods. Probably goes and gets tea with Hestia every week though, yk

Nemo and Gavrin are probably both kids of Iris, i feel as if it fits well! The goddess of rainbows often being associated with creativity, which to me just kinda fits, though Nemo could be a kid of Apollo as well

I refuse to be basic and make every nerd a child of Athena BUT... Im sorry Elwood is an Athena kid, listen- you- yeah.

Mojave is an Apollo kid, send tweet

For Taliesin im tempted to say Hecate but i feel like with all the fraud stuff it doesn't fit well? But for now we'll sit with Hecate

Erin gives off either Athena or Demeter kid vibes, mostly leaning Demeter though, especially with the plant stuff, feels right

Marcel is an Apollo kid, send tweet

Avas probably a Ares kid who found some scruffy oracle on the side of fhe street, picked him up by the scruff of his neck and said "brother" and beat the shit out of everyone about it<3

I know making Virgil a kid of Athena is the best option, but im cool so *no* that bitch is just insanely smart, they're a kid of Mania the god of insanity because HEAR ME OUT. His powers come out through explinations, driving people to insanity by dumping mass amounts of information on them, probably hangs out at the Athena cabin a lot thoigh

Pietro (pieman) i honestly don't know, i was considering Athena (especially because owl), but i actually don't know? So Athena for now especially with the owl stuff, probably has a few owl friends

ASH IS A HERMES KID, SEND FUCKIN TWEET.

Vast *sighs* Mars, hear me out, he was forced to fight, become as strong as he could to please his father, at the same time competing herself to fight away any emotion thay would defy Mars. Hear me out. Though if you wanna bring in the big three i think Jupiter could work as well

Armor is a tough one for me personally, i was tempted to go with Apollo but that didn't sit with me right i guess? So Mercury for now i guess? Feels like the best option to me, plus god of trickery makes sense with an eventual betrayal of camp jupiter:]

PLEASE ADD ONTO THIS !!!!! IF YOU HAVE IDEAS THROW THEM AT ME !!!!!!!!

BONUS BECAUSE YEAH

Viviana as a kid of Hades, or Mania (making her and virgil technically siblings????) I'm thinking Mania because madness is just tasty, but Hades could work if you're dramatic, but Mania also because that girl is fuckin insane- (say hi to ur sister Virgil:>/j/j/j/j)

IM WORKING IN THE PLOTS RN !!!!!!!

[holdmytesseract]

Ella thinks Narfi coming along means her parents won’t love her anymore but they prove her wrong by loving them both so so so much

Infinite Love

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N feat. Ella and Narfi

Summary: Ella struggles with adapting to the situation that she's not the only child anymore, who needs her parents attention.

Warnings: angst, a lot of fluff, Ella being afraid and hurt

Word Count: 2,9k

a/n: I hope you like this fic, my friend! It wasn't easy for me to write this. Hurting Ella hurts me. 🥺 But I hope it's good nevertheless! 🤗

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Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

The first few weeks with a newborn baby were always stressful, tiring and a little bit chaotic - sure; but nevertheless was it a wonderful, exciting experience. After all, you finally get to hold your very own flesh and blood in your hands.

At least this is how it went with Ella - and now that Narfi had arrived, you and also Loki hoped that it would be the same way. Well, the only big difference was, that the little boy was your second child. Ella didn't have an older sibling when she arrived, but suddenly, she was the older sibling - and that was something that ghosted through your mind. It occupied you. And of course, it didn't slip your husband's notice...

Loki tiptoed into the kitchen and placed the two boxes of pizza he just got on the kitchen counter, before he decided to return to the cosiness, which was his sofa.

When he left to get the food, you and Narfi were sound asleep. Therefore, he anticipated that this would still be the case, but when he entered the living room, the god found you sitting on the sofa and breastfeeding his son. All your attention was on the two-and-a-half-weeks-old infant. Your eyes never left Narfi, as you cradled him with both hands and arms safely close to your chest. You didn't even notice Loki.

He smiled; didn't want to interrupt this precious moment at all costs and just decided to watch you for a little while - until he couldn't hold himself back any longer...

Cautiously - not to startle you, he made his way over to you. "I see you both are awake?" He whispered; gaining your attention. Loki's heart skipped a beat at how your eyes lit up when you see him.

"Hey, I- Yes, we- Babe?" You cut off your own sentence, as you watched Loki climb on the sofa beside you and laid down; moving to rest his head on your lap. "What are you doing?" You asked; giggling softly. "What does it look like, my love?" He answered with a smirk, before pressing his cheek against your soft, hoodie clad tummy and wrapped a hand around your hip. The other went to help you steady Narfi's tiny, fragile head; his hand swallowing yours whole.

You giggled again. "Cuddling?"

"Mmph." Was all the god mumbled into the fabric of your hoodie.

"But babe... I can't cuddle now. I need to feed our baby boy. He's hungry." "So?" Loki mumbled against you. "You do the feeding, I do the cuddling." "Teamwork?" You asked; grinning. "As always, my love."

So, you kept on nursing Narfi, while Loki was giving you - and his little prince cuddles.

Once your son was finished, you moved him to rest against your shoulder, in order to burp him. This caused his little legs to dangle dangerously close to Loki's face - who wasn't bothered by that at all. Quite the opposite... He smiled lovingly up at you and his baby, while one of his big hands went to gently touch the boy's tiny foot. Narfi wore a footless romper; therefore met his thumb soft, warm, cerulean skin. Loki chuckled; eyes glued to Narfi's feet. "I still can't believe how utterly tiny his feet and toes are, my love... Even my thumb is bigger. It's so sweet." He lifted his head a few inches to pepper the little boy's feet with kisses.

You giggled; shaking your head at your husband. "For you, yes! You weren't the one who had to squeeze him out of your body! Narfi is huge in comparison to how small Ella was..." Loki smiled; blue eyes gazing up in yours. "I know, my love. And I'm so, so proud of you." He took one of your hand and brushed his lips over your knuckles; leaving a few small kisses.

It was a sweet moment and kind of romantic - until you were finally successful in burping Narfi; causing the both of you to laugh together.

"Babe, I'm afraid you have to get up now. I need to put him down. The little man needs some more sleep." Your husband smiled; gesturing to his upper body. "Lay him down. He can sleep on my chest." You couldn't help but smile as well and carefully lifted Narfi from your shoulder to lay onto his father's chest. The small Frost Giant didn't like the loss of your warmth and his mama at all; face scrunching up in a rather loud, protestant cry - but once he realised that he was laying on his daddy's chest and was now covered with a blanket, he calmed down. "Shhh, little prince..." Loki whispered; pressing his lips on the infant's forehead. "Daddy's got you."

Once Narfi was asleep and Loki's head settled on your lap, a pleasant silence settled over the both of you. The only 'noise' was a soft purr leaving Loki's lips now and then, since you were running your fingers gently through his raven curls and massaged his scalp.

"Babe?" "Mhhh?" You could tell that your husband was absolutely relaxed. A content smile was on his lips; eyes closed as he softly stroked his son's back with his thumb. You giggled; tracing the contours of his chiselled jaw and cheek bones now. "You still with me?" "Mhm, of course." You paused for a second; eyes lingering on his handsome face.

"Can we talk about something? It's... been on my mind for quite a while..." The god opened his eyes again. "Sure, darling. What is it?"

You bit your lip; hesitating for a moment. "Ella."

Loki frowned softly. "Ella?"

You nodded. "I... I'm a bit worried..." "About?" You felt how Loki's 'free' hand searched for yours; fingers slipping through yours. You sighed softly. "I know that Ella wanted a sibling. We all wanted Ella to have a sibling. And I know that she loves Narfi, but... But what if she... Gets jealous someday? Or sad? Because we can't give her more attention. We both know that Narfi's going to take a lot of our attention - which is normal, since he's a tiny baby, but... You know what I'm trying to say..."

Loki swallowed visibly, before he nodded. "I have to admit that I've been already thinking about this, too... Quite a few times actually." "Yeah?" Your husband nodded again; adjusting the baby on his chest. "I just hope this isn't going to happen, love. I hope our worries are unjustified." You twirled a loose raven curl around your finger. "I hope so, too..."

"I am honestly afraid that our princess is going to think one day that we don't love her anymore - or well... Less than Narfi..." Loki said quietly; fear and worry swinging within his voice. You shook your head, "Babe, no. Don't let your mind wander to such dark places. This is never going to happen, okay? We won't let this happen." and cupped his cheeks again; gazing deeply into his eyes. He swallowed; nodding. "Okay."

Unfortunately, life was anything but fair and it came how it had to come... Exactly what you and Loki wanted not to happen and prevent from happening, happened...

It came creeping; sneaking up on you and Loki - over weeks. Months. Loki was the first to notice... How Ella distanced herself more and more. From Narfi. From you. From him. She spent more time alone; mostly withdrawn in her room. The happy, quirky girl she once was, had slowly turned into a very quiet and sad girl. She was a master in hiding it, though. Well... No wonder with the God of Mischief being her father. Ella had learned from the best. And perhaps she was able to trick her mother - but not Loki...

"Is she asleep?" Loki's quiet voice rang through the bedroom. He was seated on the bed; one hand firmly wrapped around the edge of Narfi's little crib, as he was gently rocking the bed; trying to lull his son to sleep.

You nodded; closing the bedroom door behind yourself, "She is." and stepped over to join Loki in the bed. You immediately laid down; taking Loki with you and cuddled up against his chest.

You were so utterly exhausted and tired.

Your husband pulled you closer; gently tucking you in and making sure that the duvet was tightly wrapped around you. "Mhhh," you sighed in content; almost drifting off to sleep. Unlike you, Loki couldn't think of something else than his princess and her behaviour. It was only all too familiar.

"Love?" "Mhhm?" "I..." He swallowed hard; couldn't resist the urge to talk with you about this. He'd have loved to just let you rest and sleep, because he knew you needed it, but... Loki couldn't.

"I think we failed." "Failed wha'?" You asked; nuzzling his left pec.

"Ella."

The name hit you straight into the face - like a punch, and caused you to be wide awake again. You propped yourself up on your elbow; placing the other hand on the middle of your husband's chest.

"What do you mean?"

Loki sighed. "Can you remember the conversation we had quite a few months ago? About Ella getting sad or jealous, because we have to give her little brother more attention?" Your eyes widened at his words in realisation.

"I think she..." Your husband had to take a deep breath. "I think she thinks we don't love her anymore. At least not as much as Narfi." "W-What makes you think that?" He swallowed hard. "She... She pretends everything is alright, but it isn't. I can see through the illusion. She isolates herself, spends more time alone in her room. Her smile is never reaching her eyes. I should know, because..." Loki paused for a moment; trying to hold back the tears. "I did the exact same when I was a child."

You blinked; several thoughts flooding your brain. You didn't know what to say or feel for a moment - until it hit you. Shock. Sadness. Fear. But most of all, disgust. You were utterly disgusted... Disgusted of yourself.

"I'm disgusting..." You muttered to yourself as you were trying to sort your thoughts and feelings.

"Apologies, what did you say, love?"

Tears started to fill your eyes and were soon rolling down your cheeks. "I-I said I'm disgusting." Loki looked at you shocked. Appalled. "What in all the nine realms makes you think of yourself like that?!" "I-I didn't notice, Loki. I didn't notice my own daughter is struggling. How could I not see that?!" You shook your head. "I'm such a bad mother - no, I'm the wor-"

That was the moment Loki had to intervene. He couldn't let you speak so ill of yourself.

"Darling, no." He cut you off, "Please stop right there." and immediately reached for your hands; intertwined them with his. "You are a lot of things, my love... Sometimes stubborn, little bit of clumsy and once in a while overthinking - but you are not a bad mother. No. Not even in the slightest. I want to never hear you say that." "B-But-" "Ah!" The god lifted a finger; rebuked you. "No buts. You are not. You couldn't have seen it, because Ella knows how to keep up the perfect illusion - just like me."

Loki raised one hand to gently wipe your tears away. "I'm going to talk to her, okay?" You just nodded, having a hard time to keep your crying under control to not wake Narfi.

"O-Okay..." Your husband leaned forward and pressed his lips against your forehead, before he started to move and leave the bed. "And I'm going to talk to her now."

Your eyes followed his movements. "Now?"

"Now."

"But she's asleep?"

Loki quietly opened the door of the bedroom, but looked back at you. "No, I don't think so."

Loki's heart got heavier and heavier, the closer he stepped towards his daughter's room - and it broke entirely, when he already heard soft sobs coming undoubtedly from the other side of the door. That was the moment he realised that he had been right. Probably with everything he talked with you about.

Loki had never wished to be so wrong in his life before than in that moment.

Usually, Loki - and you, always knocked before entering your daughter's room. Sure, she was just a child yet, but you wanted to show her early on, that this was her privacy. Her safe haven. But today, Loki opened the door quietly without knocking. He had to. He knew that if he would've knocked, that Ella would've put up the illusion again - and he didn't want that.

"Ella..." He softly called out her name and switched on her dimmed nightlight; heart aching with the sight of her. The little girl flinched and quickly scrambled to wipe her tears away and get herself together. "D-Daddy?"

Putting up the illusion. But it was already too late. Loki knew.

"W-What are you doing here?" She gave him a half-smile, causing Loki to immediately shake his head. "No, please..." He said; moving to sit on her bed and staring at her reddened face and puffy eyes. It felt for Loki like he got pulled back in time. He saw himself in Ella. The small boy, who wanted nothing more than the same love and attention his brother received from his father.

He swallowed hard.

"Don't, my sweet princess... Please, I know something is wrong. Don't shut me out. Tell me what is bothering you." Ella pulled her legs up against her chest and averted her father's gaze, as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. "I-I-I..." She sobbed; then shook her head.

Loki had to fight his own tears.

"Please," he begged softly. "I want to be here for you. I want to help you."

Sure, Loki had a guess what was going on, but he wanted to hear it from Ella.

The little girl wiped her tears away with her shirt sleeve and bravely tried to face her father again.

"I... I am afraid that... That y-you and m-mommy don't love m-me anymore, n-now that Narfi is here." She finally poured out her heart to Loki - and the god knew that it was coming, but nevertheless felt her words like he's been stabbed in the heart. The pain was on the borderline of unbearable.

"I-I know Narfi needs a-a lot of attention, because... Because h-he's a baby, but..." Ella grimaced; trying desperately to suppress fresh tears - unsuccessfully. "I m-miss you s-so much, daddy... A-And mommy, t-too," she cried.

That gave Loki the rest. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He felt like throwing up - all at once. To see his daughter so broken straight up broke his heart.

All his fatherly instincts told him to somehow fix this; make Ella feel better. Comfort her. It was all he could think about - so he did. Without thinking twice or wasting any more second, he climbed on the way too small bed for his height and pulled the little girl into the tightest hug he could give her, without hurting her.

Ella practically melted into his arms; still crying. She clung onto him. Her father was everything she ever needed.

"Oh Ella..." Loki whispered - almost whimpering. "My sweet, precious princess..." He ran his hand through the girl's identical raven curls; breathing in her scent. His tears dropped onto the pillow. "I'm sorry. We are so sorry. Mommy and I never... Never wanted this to happen. We love you, I promise. With all our hearts." He paused; fighting another wave of tears. "I love you, princess. Words are not enough to tell you how much. You are so, so special, sweet girl. I promise you, we are going to spend more time with you again. We miss you, too."

Loki pulled slightly back from the hug; just enough to look into his daughter's red, puffy eyes. "Okay, princess?"

Ella nodded; giving him a soft smile. "I... I'm sorry for being jealous of Narfi. He's my brother and I love him, but... I-I just couldn't help myself." Loki swallowed hard. He knew that feeling. "I know, sweetheart. I know exactly how you feel. See, I felt the same back when I was a child." The girl's eyes widened. "Really?" He nodded. "Yes. Your uncle Thor got way much more attention from your grandfather than I did." "But... Uncle Thor is older!" Loki chuckled gently at Ella's words. "He indeed is, but... Thor was more important than I was."

She shook her head. "That's not fair, daddy. Why?" Loki sighed; the memories of his past flooding his brain. "That, my princess, is a story for another time. When you're older, alright?" "Alright."

Loki smiled. "And now come here. I want to cuddle you aaaaall night." Ella giggled. "But daddy, I have to sleep!" He nodded; switching off her nightlight. "I'm sure we can manage both." The god paused then; hesitating for a moment. "Do you even want me to stay?" Another giggle from Ella. "Yes!" Loki felt how Ella climbed on top of him and laid down on his upper body; head placed on his chest, legs and feet angled beside his legs and arms resting by his side.

Just when she was a baby, Loki thought with a smile. He had placed Ella often on his chest when she was tiny and helped her sleep. Seems like it was still working. The god smiled even brighter.

"Good night, princess." He pressed a kiss on Ella's head. "I love you." She cuddled closer underneath the blanket; closing her eyes. The little girl was so much more calm now. "Night, daddy. Love you, too."

[11queensupreme11]

I have a question about mom Loki AU

How would the gods react to finding out that baby Percy's real mother is Sally?

How would the Nordic and Greek family react? What about romantic and platonic yanderes? Would they accept? Would someone secretly order Sally's murder?

I don't know if Poseidon would react well to learning that baby Percy was generated by another God, even if it is an alternative version of him, he will probably justify, to himself, that the alternative version continues to be his essence he is older so HE is the original version while PJ Poseidon is the copy so since baby Percy is made of half of that Poseidon's ichor she is also made of half of his ichor

What interests me most is Loki's reaction, I feel like he wouldn't accept it, this baby came from him so it's his daughter, accepting that your dear little baby only exists because of a human woman and that he was only a temporary charmer is an unacceptable idea

The humans' reactions would also be interesting because at the same time they believe that a baby should be returned to its family, they also realize how dangerous the PJ world is for baby Percy, why return her to a world where she will be where Will she have to initially grow up in poverty only to later grow up being hunted and killed? If her mother really loves her, she would agree to leave her daughter in a place where she will be properly raised with love and protection certainly their opinion was not influenced by being slightly platonic yanderes

And the valkyries would be desperately trying to convince Sally and PJ Poseidon to leave baby Percy in this universe, they know that if baby Percy is taken the gods will destroy this and the PJ universe trying to get her back

Shiva is fighting tooth and nail for baby Percy to stay so he can delight in the sight of her and his own son playing, no one, ABSOLUTELY NO ONE is going to stop this play date

not only would they be pissed as fuck, but they're also NEVER going to accept sally as percy's mom. eventually, they'd deal with the fact that sally was the first person to actually carry percy in the womb, but they won't ever accept HER. partly because they want baby percy and partly because sally's a human, so they're just never going to accept her or care that she was the bio mom. sally's human, she doesn't have any rights or say to them.

loki is downright disgusted at the fact that HIS baby's bio mom is actually a human who, more importantly, wants her back. he's not even gonna bother hiring an assassin or trying to kill her secretly, ITS ON SIGHT THE SECOND HE SEES HER. hell, he could be taking baby percy on a walk with a stroller and if he sees sally, he's jumping that poor woman with no hesitation 😭😭😭

poseidon is probably gonna be the second most pissed about this right behind loki. while loki's got beef with sally, he's got beef with pjo!poseidon lol. he will degrade the shit outta that man and point out every singly little flaw his counterpart has: he's practically a kid, he has a deadbeat to all his 1234282347 kids, his seas are filthy, his family's a mess, he's a serial cheater like zeus, he isn't even allowed to RAISE percy so why should he have her, etc etc. he actually brings up a LOT of good points, which is when the ror humans start to lean more for the ror parents

what really makes the ror humans go for ror!poseidon and loki is how demigods' lives work back in pjo verse. it's way too dangerous and the fact that the gods can't even interfere in their lives to protect them is ultimately what makes them choose the ror!parents over sally and pjo!poseidon. the same for the valkyries tbh. they'd be more sympathetic for them unlike the ror!gods, but they really rather percy stay in their universe instead since she would actually have a higher chance of survival

[bored-sunray]

Nascar/racer au update

Wash was definitely a rebellious teenager, (he fucking almost blinded someone in middle school ffs)

So Wash, rebellious teenager starts illegally racing (lol he's 15 years old) this is how he meets the Freelancers, York is a 17 year old mechanic, he meets wash through connie, they form basically a team and Wash gets really close to all of them because he learns really easy, but being illegal racers ofc they would do othe illegal stuff, he meets felix and locus and everything starts going downhill on there

that's when smt traumatising happens, the group is starting to get torn apart, ash thinks it's all his fault

then he meets the Reds and Blues, they suggest he start racing legally so he could earn money and help everyone (york needs money for the bills for his eye, Maine needs surgery for his throat)

at the story of the fanfic he's 15 turning 16, by the end he's about........ maybe in his 20's?

the timeline of the au basically

• Wash wasn't physically abused as a child, more emotional and verbal abuse, one parent verbally abused him all the time and the other basically ignored his existence or were really dry with him, this leads to his rebelliousness and meets connie who is the one that introduces him to the freelancers

• His relationship with the Freelancers started off rocky as he was cautious around them, but York was the one that helped show him that he could trust them (even if they were sort of a bad influence)

• Wash was friends with felix and locus at the start but turns out it was all a big trick to sabotage his group aka the Freelancers, this is what causes the group to start splitting apart

• Wash wasn't planning on racing ever again but he meets the Reds and Blues, Tucker is the one that tells him that he should race again but legally, he tries it and wins, using that money to pay off York's medical bills for his eye, bc of this he considers racing even more

• The reason why he chose the name Loki for his racer name is bc he felt that the names "David", "Wash" and "Washington" were for personal use/only for friends and family, he was debating using the name Washington for his racer name but chose Loki as his cat refused to die no matter what, and he never wants to lose no matter what

• Around the time he's able to join big races, everyone is praising him because he's one of the youngest drivers, ONE of them, the others- fucking felix and locus, felix HATES wash bc Wash is rhe only person to have ever beaten him other then Locus, and seeing Wash win all these trophies pissed him off

That's all ima say for the timeline :)

additional little shit

• Wash used to think highly of the Freelancers and he still kinda does, but he understands now that they weren't a good influence on him but he still wants to help them even if everyone is out and about/separated, he made sure to announce in an interview that the reason why he's racing is because he wants to be able to support his family and friends (lol south would have definitely pretend to not care about Wash but go to the races so she could "be there for north/it's nice to be with the whole group again")

• YORKLINA!!!!! York's a mechanic and Carolina was an illegal racer, she personally trained Wash and helped him improve, since nascar teams need more then one driver, she ends up joining "Bloodgulch" and become the second driver

• Imagining during ine chapter Wash almost fcking gets assassinated as he's getting too good, he ends up showing up on SOUTHS door step bc after the incident his and her relationship went downhill fast, which in that moment south realises that it wasn't his fault at all as he wasn't even an adult yet, so obviously she helps him

• During the championship wash does a move no one else has done, aka the car flying in the air bc I really like the image of Felix driving while looking up like "whAT-" meanwhile Locus would probably be staring up at him in shock and amazement (Felix would get even more pissed about this and probably try to run wash off the road, while locus would admire washs skill and continue the race not to win but to have fun alongside wash)

quotes that came to my head

• "He didn't even care about winning at that point, all he wanted to do was to beat that stupid smile off his fucking face. He didn't understand why Washington pissed him off so much, he didn't understand why wouldn't just give up. He didn't understand WHY he was LOSING–"

• "Hey... York?" He looked towards York who hummed as he sat down on the edge of the balcony, of course the man was drinking a smoothie.

"Yeah buddy?"

"You ever.. wonder we're here? As much as racing is fun I just.. feel like I need to get out there- do something."

"Pffft- Yeah.. I wonder about that too"

• ".. No."

"Please."

"Donut–"

"The ears are already on and I coloured it! It'll fit the name!"

"Oh my god... fine."

I'm totally not going to make this my main au now