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mimisempai · 4 years ago

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True love cannot be concealed

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5 times where people discover that Loki and Mobius are together and once where nobody is fooled.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32309122

2182 words - Rating G

Miss minutes was heading towards her monitor, after a little night tour in the TVA complex. She found herself in a hallway she hadn't been in for some time, as it was the TVA's senior members' apartments. It was dark and silent.

A sudden noise startled her, so she slipped into the next hallway and looked around. She heard muffled voices but saw no one. Miss Minutes had always been curious. After all, people couldn't do much to her, and besides, she was small so she wasn't noticed. She walked down the hallway, closer to the voices and then stopped in front of a door when she recognized one of the voices. It was the voice of their new supervisor.

"Stop that right now!" Mobius murmured sharply.

Miss minutes wondered who he could be talking to like that in the middle of the night. She also knew that if there was one person who would absolutely not appreciate her eavesdropping, it was Mobius.

Then she recognized the second voice.

"I don't think you really want this, Mobius..." whispered Loki. Though Miss Minutes was slightly shocked at this point, she continued to listen.

"Loki, not here...." then Mobius' voice faded away and there was silence. Miss minutes wondered if she should leave or stay. But curiosity was the strongest and she wanted to see. So she slowly passed her little body through the opening of the door.

Luckily she was not made of flesh and blood, because she would have fainted.

Mobius was standing on the other side of the room, with his back against the wall, and Loki right in front of him, holding him by the wrists. Which would be a strange enough image, but that's not all. They were kissing and as far as she could tell, they were kissing passionately.

Loki and Mobius! Come to think of it, she should have known better, all those looks, brushes, gentle banter, all those clues were evidence of what was going on between the two men.

Seeing that things were heating up, she stepped back on the tips of her little feet and quickly headed back to her first destination.

It was the first Christmas after the TVA's restructuring and Carol, ex-Hunter C-20, was taking advantage of the calm in the hallways to take a little walk before returning to her apartment when she heard Mobius' voice.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Then she heard a second voice that belonged to none other than Loki

"I could ask you the same thing.''

After a pause, he continued, "You're not hiding from me, are you?".

Carol found there was a strange undertone in Loki's voice, as if he wanted to taunt Mobius, and it was very strange.

Loki seemed to have an extremely high respect for Mobius, so why would he talk to him like that?

"Don't be ridiculous, why would I hide from you, Loki?" replied Mobius gently.

"Oh, maybe you weren't hiding from me specifically. But there's quite a bit of mistletoe everywhere. So I wonder if that's what you were worried about." said Loki openly, teasing.

"You wouldn't dare Loki, right?"

There was no answer to the question and the silence seemed to drag on.

Carol waited a few seconds before glancing behind the wall.

It was rather dark, but she could clearly see the two men, pressed against each other.

Loki was holding his hand up. In the palm of his hand was a branch of mistletoe with green wisps around it, typical of his magic, and they were close, so close, pressing against each other, then Loki bent his head and…

Refusing to watch more, Carol went back the other way.

Although she had a huge urge to share this secret with her friends, she knew she wouldn't. The secret was not hers, and when Loki and Mobius were ready to share it, they would. But the idea of this unexpected couple warmed her heart. After all, seeing friends happy together was a great Christmas present.

For Casey, the restructuring of the TVA had been a little difficult, because he had to take in a lot of new information. Intensive courses were held and he wanted to take them all to catch up.Between his classes and his work at the TVA he was overloaded with work and he wanted to take advantage of his break to go and rest in a quiet place.

He walked along a few hallways to a restroom that he knew was unoccupied at that time of day. Just as he turned the corner he heard voices behind the door.He was about to leave when he heard the familiar voice of Mobius

"Are you sure about this, Loki?"

"What, are you trying to talk me out of it? "

Casey was about to open the door, happy to spend a moment with his favorite people from the TVA. His first friends whom he respected immensely.

However Mobius spoke again and Casey didn't want to intrude on what seemed to be a private conversation after all.

"Of course not, but I don't want to be something you regret tomorrow morning or in a few days."

"I will never regret you Mobius, never."

He didn't mean to pry, he really didn't, but the conversation had stopped a good 20 seconds ago, and Casey was too curious for his well-being.

So he discreetly slipped his head through the door, just enough to see if everything was okay.

But he soon realized that everything was perfectly fine, and above all he understood the reason for this prolonged silence.

Both Loki and Mobius had their lips occupied with... other activities than making conversation for once.

Casey couldn't suppress a smile, because Casey was always happy to see people they liked happy.

HB aka ex-HB summoned a Timedoor to return from a mission. It was a door that led directly into the office of Mobius who had taken Ravonna's position.

She went through the door and found herself in her former boss' office, which had changed a lot and was much less solemn.HB liked what Mobius had done with it. Especially the three imposing statues of the time keepers were gone.

The door that opened suddenly startled her, and by reflex, she backed up behind a bookcase.

Mobius and Loki were talking animatedly while entering the office, Mobius took his place behind his desk while Loki sat unceremoniously on his lap.

HB struggled to hold back a surprised gasp.

"Loki, not in my office, we've been over this."

Despite Mobius' protest, the way he tightened his arms around Loki's waist left no doubt that he was enjoying the situation very much.

"Just a minute, it's been at least three hours since I've seen you, and even longer since we've been alone together. Just a kiss and I'll be on my way."

Loki made a pout that Mobius was clearly unable to resist which didn't surprise HB, Loki had Mobius wrapped around his little finger since the first day they met.

"Loki, you know we're not going to stop at this."

"I can't help it if you're irresistible..."

"But this time we can't, in five minutes HB is supposed to be back from a mission, to make her mission briefing."

"What, you and HB alone in this office, like you and me?"

HB hardly restrained her laughter.

"Very funny, really. As much as I like HB you know very well that I only love you. "

This time HB hardly held back her gagging. Too much sap.

Loki made another pout which Mobius quickly wiped away with his lips before pushing him away.

"Come on, go to work now!"

Loki laughed as he headed for the door, then turned and blew a kiss, literally. There were two small green lips that flew towards Mobius and then placed a smacking kiss on his cheek.

"You don't know what you're missing! " Loki said as he closed the door behind him.

Mobius smiled fondly as he leaned back in his chair, "How about you tell me about your mission, HB?"

Sylvie was tired. She hadn't been home in over 72 hours and if she took more than ten steps without sleeping, she would fall to the ground. All she wanted to do was take a little nap to recharge her batteries.

She headed to the small break room where there were a few cots that were quite comfortable for the little nap she wanted to take. Unfortunately, she didn't go any further than the door, because as soon as she opened it, she saw Mobius and Loki sitting on one of the beds, very close, with their backs to her.

They had a conversation in low voice, which seemed very animated and that Sylvie did not manage to understand. She was torn between the idea of interrupting what was going on between them and looking for another place. On one hand, she didn't want to bother them, but on the other hand her mischievous side and her desire to rest were very strong.

Maybe she could just sit on one of the beds and they wouldn't notice her, she was so tired she was sure she would be able to fall asleep even if the two men started yelling. She was about to put this plan into action when Loki put his arm around Mobius and pulled him against his chest.

She had to go now, she couldn't stay.

The next few seconds passed in slow motion. Sylvie took a step back as Loki turned his head to place a kiss on Mobius' hair, and looked into her eyes. She saw his eyes widen and his body stiffen, causing Mobius to turn around to see what could have caused such a reaction in his companion.

Mobius said simply, "I know I'm not the kind of companion you were hoping for Loki, but get used to it, you'll be seeing more of this kind of situation in the future. Loki and I are together."

Sylvie answered simply, surrendering, "I basically just wanted a bed to sleep in, what you two do is none of my business." She was too tired to say anything more.

"Are you coming, Loki?" Mobius had walked over to the door and was holding out his hand to Loki.

Loki, looking baffled, hurried to join him. Mobius saw his face and said, "What? I never intended to hide. I'm proud to have you by my side."

Then they headed for the exit.

"You know I never had any expectations for Loki, but if I did, you would have met all the qualifications."

It was Mobius' turn to look baffled as Sylvie, ignoring them both, went to take a well-deserved rest.

"Ah there you are Loki. I would like to see something with you about the upcoming mission."

"Morning Mobius, I'm glad to see you too."

"Hello Mobius!" echoed a chorus of voices.

Mobius rolled his eyes in greeting, "Ah, Casey, Sylvie, HB you are here too. Hello."

"And I'm here too," added Miss Minutes.

"Yes, yes hello to you too!"

"Yes," HB added with a chuckle, "apparently we work here too."

"You guys don't stand a chance, he only sees me," Loki replied cheekily.

"Getting back to the mission Loki, we should review the different parameters-" Mobius stopped in the middle of his sentence, licked his lip before resuming, "ahem, the different parameters." Then, leaning forward, he continued, so that only Loki could hear him.

"Don't look at me like that and then feign innocence."

"Don't you like it?" replied Loki, looking totally innocent before answering with equal brazenness, "It's your fault, please stop looking so kissable."

However, if Loki was the god of Malice, Mobius could sometimes be the master of it.

"First of all you know very well that the one who looks the most kissable of the two of us, it's you." murmured Mobius pointing at him before continuing, "and if you don't stop looking at my lips without doing anything about it, I will take you right here on your desk."

Loki suddenly stood up, and said in a louder voice.

"Very well Supervisor Mobius, I think we're going to have to do a little more work on the mission! In order not to disturb my dear colleagues, I suggest we do this in your office."

"I couldn't agree more, Agent Loki, plus the coffee is much better there."

Loki stood up quickly and they both headed for the door.

The way their heads were tilted towards each other, the way their arms and hands brushed against each other at every opportunity, the way they communicated with their eyes, all those little details, left no doubt about the nature of their relationship for those who knew them.

"I wonder if it will ever get old," HB asked as she watched them walk away.

"I don't think so," replied Sylvie.

"You are unfortunately right," added Miss Minutes.

Then, shaking their heads and smiling, they all got back to work.

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Whole series here : Together, for all time, always

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ajokeformur-ray · 5 years ago

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Spending Christmas Eve with Arthur & surprise kiss under mistletoe (headcanon) ☺️🎄

Implied smut at end.

I feel like this is really bad? IDK.

You had been planning your Christmas with Arthur for months.

Nothing and no one were going to stop you from spending the entire holiday with Arthur.

Not even you.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this for me.”

Though he was speaking as quietly and as patiently as he usually does, you could tell by the hopeful glint in his eyes and the anxious way that he was toying with the cuffs of his beloved yellow hoodie that Arthur really did want to do all of these things with you.

“Yeah, I do, Arthur.” At his uncertain dart upwards with his eyes do you say, “I want to.”

Whatever your usual Christmas plans are, Arthur wants in on them all, no matter how silly or childish they seem.

When you tell him that you’re deciding to spend the holiday with him, though???

Poor boi loses his mind.

He laughs in disbelief, so hard that he ends up crying.

He shakes his head, apologising as best as he can, but you just tug him into your arms and you hold him, your fingers stroking easily through his dark locks as you calm him.

His laughing fit only makes you even more sure of your decision.

You want him to experience every possible tradition, food, activity, game, etc. about Christmas.

Whether you’re religious or not, he wants to do everything with you. All of it.

Whether you think he’d enjoy it or not is a moot point, because he’s with you and so therefore he would enjoy it.

Arthur loves the music of the season!!!!

You woke up once in the night, not sure of what had woken you, but as you came to you realised that Arthur’s fingers were trailing up and down your arm, his fingers tapping out the beat to the last song which had played on the radio before bed.

You smiled, pulled him closer, and Arthur crooned some lyrics in your ear; his soft voice being just what you needed to lull you back into Morpheus’ embrace, though even a deity can’t protect you as well as Arthur can.

“Arthur, honey, what would you like for Christmas? Not what I want, not what we need for the apartment, what do you want?”

An edge of frustration crept into your voice.

You had asked him this so many times and you heard his answer in your head before he even said it:

“I already have everything I want.” His intense stare and the happiness on his face says the next word for him, which settles like a blanket of snow between your bodies:

You.

Soon enough, it’s Christmas Eve and you’re really getting into the swing of things now.

You leave out some gingerbread biscuits and mince pies for Father Christmas and his reindeer (you both know nothing’s going to touch them but you want Arthur to get the full experience; he would have missed out on it all when he was a child).

You both go to bed, giddy as children, and your jaw aching with how wide you were smiling as you pulled him into your arms, sleep finding you both quite quickly.

The first thing you decide that you need to show Arthur in the morning, on the big day, was your personal favourite thing about Christmas:

Giving presents!

You hadn’t labelled any of the presents you had gotten him, you had only wrapped them.

You had already given other people their presents, anyway.

With Arthur out in the living room tidying up the cups and plates and emptying out his ashtrays, it seemed convenient to reach under the bed and pull out all the presents you had gotten for him.

You had wrapped all of them as best as you could, putting so much effort into it that you had even impressed yourself, and now did you take them to the living room, your knees almost bowing under all the weight.

Arthur lingered in the doorway of the kitchen, his green eyes inquisitive.

“Y-Y/N, wh-what are you doing? Shouldn’t you have given those out before today?”

With a truly happy smile on your face did you look over at the absolute love of your life.

“I have.”

You saw that he still didn’t understand and, knowing that he would respond to your next words with painful laughter, did you say, “Arthur, honey, these are yours.”

Three, two, aaaaand -

Painful laughter ripped forth from Arthur’s throat and you nodded solemnly, crossing the room to comfort him.

You held him tightly through the attack, stroking his dark hair and kissing his temple and you stayed.

When he was calm did you lead him to the gifts you had gotten him.

You felt bad that you hadn’t gotten him more, but you had already spent too much money this month so it was the best you could do.

Arthur only ever deserved your best.

You got him: a new journal, a proper winter coat, the biggest multipack of cigarettes you could find (even if you disliked the vice, you wouldn’t deny him anything and so with a wrinkled nose had you bought them), more makeup for work (he had literally been scraping the bottom of the barrel this morning, a concerned frown on his face as he looked at the calendar - another two weeks until payday; he couldn’t go that long without Carnival), another clown wig, and - a bright red two piece suit.

To you, it wasn’t anything special and you felt guilty that you couldn’t give him more.

Arthur unwrapped every present slowly, his flat palms tracing over every gift which was cushioned in his bony lap as he undid the tape with spidery fingers. He folded the discarded paper and you knew it’d become pressed in the pages of his new journal as irrefutable proof of this night.

With reverence did Arthur look over everything you got him, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, his cheeks damp with overflowing love as he looked up at you like you were an angel.

His angel.

He told you as much before he kissed you deeply in thanks; his lips so fierce against your own that it made your toes curl in your socks.

Then, he crossed over to the tiny desk in the corner of the room and grabbed his battered brown journal and joke book, flicking to a certain page easily and holding it out to you.

“I couldn’t afford to get you a gift,” He mumbled, embarrassed, the tips of his ears turning the same delicate shade of pink as the one on his cheeks, “But I… here, Y/N.”

You took the journal, seeing Arthur struggling so completely for words made you deeply curious, and your eyes roamed over the page, a blush coming to your own face before you focused on the very first word and read it slowly, savouring the pages upon pages of scribbles, doodles and words; some crossed out, more misspelled and some written with care.

It was all about you - your favourite things were drawn around the corners of the pages, smiley faces and crooked love hearts dotted the pages and acted as punctuation, things you had said to him or done together, things he wanted to do with and to you…. pages upon pages… you counted eighteen before a sealed envelope fell out of the journal.

Quickly did Arthur scoop it up. “T-That’s the journal finished… I - I wanted to write you something, to give you something to open.”

Arthur moved all of his gifts over to the armchair which Penny used to sit in so that you could sit on the sofa, holding the envelope in your hands.

You were getting teary eyed just seeing your name written in Arthur’s writing, and with a slight shake to your hand did you break the seal, Arthur sitting beside you and taking your other hand.

With his other hand did he pull his trick out of his trousers pocket - a piece of mistletoe.

He had refrained from buying a pack of cigarettes in order to buy it fresh and he had kept it in his pocket all day, waiting for the perfect moment.

He watched you read his letter once, twice, three and then four times; your emotions playing out on your face like a film.

He watched as you teared up, smiled, gasped softly or squeezed his hand as you read the letter a fifth time.

“Arthur, I - you - I love you so fucking much”

“I know,” A quiet murmur of truth, “I love you too. You’re my everything.”

Distracted sufficiently by his letter did Arthur reach his arm up to hold the mistletoe over your heads.

You followed his arm up, up, and smiled.

“You know what my favourite part of Christmas is?”

“What?” You smiled even wider, knowing where this was going.

“Following traditions.”

In a rare bout of confidence which channelled his future self did Arthur claim your lips with his and the rest of the day was spent in a blissful haze of love, lust and everything in between.

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gingerwritess · 6 years ago

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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

Summary: (Loki x reader) Loki is the greatest husband...and an even better father. A little mischief-maker to join in on his fun? Sign him up. Christmas Eve arrives, bringing with it a stressed out you, so of course, Loki helps you calm down. That naturally calls for spiked eggnog, a nice little makeout session, and one (1) slightly cringe-worthy situation.

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff. With a little fluff, some making out, fluff, have some INNUENDOS, wash it down with fluff. And fluff for dessert.

A/N: Day 11 of the 12 days of Christmas!!! Thank you so much for all the support and love through this, it’s been so much fun just cranking out more content for you all. If you’ve read anything I’ve written, reblogged, or left a comment or ask or anything, thank you thank you from the bottom of my cold dead heart!!!!!!!

This fic is my absolute favourite. More than Broken Beds tbh. I’m a slut for dad!loki so I had to dedicate an entire fic to just family fluff and husband!loki and just wow now I’m tearing up. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it for you!!

Please please please drop me a comment or ask! Your feedback is the lifeblood that fuels my dreams and inspiration!!!!

look at that little smile i cRY

A burst of laughter rang out from the living room as you hung your damp coat on the rack by the door. The snow outside brought an icy gust of wind in the door that quickly dissipated from the warmth of your Christmas-ready home: a four-pointed star twinkled magically atop of a luscious pine tree (your husband had brought the star from Asgard, finding a way to incorporate his home into this new and foreign tradition he was creating with you), the smell of pine and fresh powdery snow and peppermint wafted around the house, and a catchy Christmas carol played softly from the living room.

“I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus

Underneath the mistletoe last night…”

The holiday melody floated through the air and brought a smile to your face. You followed the laughter and music into the room, where you found the cutest scene in the whole world laid out in front of you.

Loki had his legs stretched out on the couch, his back propped up against the arm. Your four year old son, Elliot, was sitting on your husband’s stomach, laughing hysterically. You stopped and leaned against the doorway, a content smile growing on your face at your happy little family.

Much to your surprise, Loki seemed to be singing along to the Christmas carol. His voice was quiet and playful, only singing to keep the adorable laughter on his son’s face.

“Then I saw mommy tickle Santa Claus…” Loki gently tickled the side of Elliot’s neck, bringing out another fit of giggles. “Underneath his beard so snowy white…”

Elliot’s childish laughter filled the room and was soon joined by Loki’s deep, rolling chuckles as he continued tickling his son. Your heart swelled at the sound: the two people you love most in the world, the two who made up your entire universe, happy smiles wide on their faces and shaking with laughter.

Loki tapped his fingers lightly to the beat on Elliot’s head, bringing another giggle from the little boy. “Oh what a laugh it would have been, if daddy had only seen,” he sang, pointing at himself and grinning at his son. “Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night!”

“EWWW!! No kisses, no kisses!” Elliot shouted, covering Loki’s mouth with both his tiny hands. “Kisses are gross.”

“Is that so?” Loki pried the chubby hands off his mouth. “So you wouldn’t like it if I… did this?!” He grabbed the little boy in his arms and started forcing dramatically loud kisses all over his face while Elliot laughed and screeched and tried to squirm out of his father’s arms.

The chaotic embrace brought a laugh to your lips as well, the sound alerting them of your being home.

“MOMMY!!” Elliot yelled, finally escaping Loki’s attacks and running to you with his arms wide open. You bent down and picked him up to hug him tightly, swinging him around with a laugh.

“How’s my little troublemaker, hm?” You kissed his pudgy cheek with a loud mwah, making him scrunch up his face.

“Ew, no! Stop mommy, stop!” He quickly rubbed your kiss away.

Loki swung his legs off the couch and strode over to the two of you with the biggest smile you’d seen on him in a long time. “Don’t forget about your other troublemaker, darling.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him, making you squeak in surprise. He lifted a hand to cover Elliot’s eyes, making the little boy laugh again, then locked his lips on yours in a passionate kiss.

Your eyes fluttered shut and if you weren’t holding your son in your arms, you would have completely lost yourself in that kiss. Loki kept his hand up covering Elliot’s eyes, kissing you with everything he had and making your heart skip a beat.

“Mommy? Are you kissing daddy?” Elliot’s voice interrupted the moment, and you broke the kiss breathlessly.

“She most certainly was. Sorry, little one.” Loki chuckled and ruffled his son’s hair, keeping an arm around your waist. Elliot turned up his nose again and covered Loki’s mouth with one hand and yours with the other. “Gross. No more kissing!”

You promptly kissed the palm of his hand that was covering your mouth, causing him to let out a shriek of laughter and wipe it on his shirt. “Why no more kissing, Elliot?”

The little boy shook his head wildly, still with a hand clapped over Loki’s mouth. “Kisses are gross. And bad! Daddy’s gonna hurt your mouth.”

Loki raised his eyebrows and made a muffled attempt to speak, but Elliot giggled and pressed both hands over his mouth.

“But it’s ok for daddy to kiss me,” you explained with a laugh. “Can you let him go, sweetie? I think he wants to say something.”

Your son reluctantly removed his hands from Loki’s face, but as soon as he did, you threw an arm around Loki’s neck to pull him into another kiss. Elliot shrieked and started hitting his little fists on Loki’s chest, yelling at him to stop.

Loki pulled away laughing as Elliot scowled adorably at him, pointing an accusing finger at you. “That wasn’t me! She kissed me that time!”

“Gross.”

“It is not gross.”

“Yeah it is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yeah it is!!”

They bickered back and forth until you shut Loki up with another quick kiss while Elliot protested and tried to pull your faces apart. “Come on, kiddo,” you laughed and carried him to the kitchen. “We’ll stop. Let’s get some dinner.”

Shortly after, the three of you sat around the small table eating. It was leftovers night, nothing special, but you and Loki couldn’t have been happier as you sat together laughing with your son.

The little boy absolutely loved to talk, always asking questions and telling you stories about the new things he discovered every day. Taking after his father, he was already trying to learn to read. One of his favourite things to do was to pick a random book off one of the many full shelves, then bring it to Loki and climb onto his lap, waiting expectantly for him to start reading aloud. And Loki could never resist; he would read any book the boy brought him, his silky voice creating a beautiful, eloquent melody until Elliot would curl up on his chest, fast asleep. Loki would refuse any help you offered, not wanting to move a muscle for fear of waking the precious child sleeping peacefully over his heart.

Tonight was no different from the rest, Elliot’s imaginative stories spoken through mouthfuls of half-chewed food. Tonight, he couldn’t stop talking about Christmas and Santa Claus and just how excited he was for tomorrow.

“Mommy,” Elliot began, poking a finger at the pile of mashed potatoes on his plate. “Is Santa really gonna come in our house? I don’t want reindeers in my room!”

You opened your mouth to respond but Loki beat you to it. He had loved the idea of Santa Claus when you explained it to him and wanted to play right along with the story your son believed. “The reindeer don’t come inside! Only Santa does, to give you presents. But… that’s only if you’ve been good.” He raised his eyebrows at Elliot, making him giggle and nod his head.

You reached over and scooped up a bite of potatoes, holding it to Elliot’s mouth. “And good kids eat their dinner. If they don’t, they get coal!”

His eyes widened and he quickly scarfed down the rest of his potatoes. “I been good,” he said thickly through a mouthful of food. “I been really good. And I eated all my dinner.”

Loki lightly ruffled his hair with a grin. “That’s my boy. If you can go to bed without any tricks tonight, I bet Santa will reward you.”

Elliot nodded seriously, then tapped your hand. “Have you been good, mommy? Are you gonna get presents?”

Hearing the kid’s question, Loki choked on his water and quickly answered for you. “No. No, mommy has been very bad, very bad indeed. Quite a… naughty girl.”

You rolled your eyes at him while Elliot gasped in shock. “No, mommy can’t get coal for Christmas!”

“Don’t worry, little one. She’ll get other presents.” Loki shot you a sly smirk.

“Loki! That’s enough,” you laughed, heart fluttering at the suggestive look on his face. Satisfied with his father’s answers but unaware of the adult shift in the conversation, Elliot started off onto a new rant about what presents he hoped to get the next morning. Loki started taking the dirty plates to the sink to wash, leaving you to get the little chatterbox ready for bed.

Picking Elliot up to take him to his room, you walked behind Loki at the sink and couldn’t resist giving him a playful smack on the ass, throwing him a wink as he yelped in surprise.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that,” he growled as you laughed and hurried out of his reach. “The things I might do will guarantee you’ll be on the naughty list for the rest of your life.”

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“Why are you encouraging this?!” You groaned as Loki ran around the room chasing after Elliot. Your kid had wiggled out of your grasp while you were putting his pajama shirt on and now was running around with the shirt bunched around his neck like a scarf. His hyper giggles and screeching had made Loki come to see what was the matter and as soon as he appeared in the doorway, Elliot had hit him on the leg and sprinted away screaming “Daddy’s it! Daddy’s it!”

Now you sat on the edge of Elliot’s bed rubbing your aching temples while your husband chased after Elliot, jumping over the bed and yelling and laughing just as loud.

“Who gave this man a child?” You muttered to yourself as Loki crashed into a wall with a shout, knocking a handful of toys off a shelf near his head. He caught a hysterical Elliot around the waist, picking him up and throwing him on the bed. “You did, my love,” he laughed and started tickling Elliot’s little round tummy, drawing shrieks of laughter from his son.

A happy smile tugged at your lips as you watched them wrestle around the bed. No matter how exhausted you were, moments like this couldn’t be missed.

Loki glanced over at your tired eyes and gave you a knowing wink. He bounced Elliot on the bed one last time before pulling the blankets up to his chin, tucking the squirming boy under the covers. “Shhhh, shh.” He brought a finger to his lips and Elliot immediately mimicked the motion, thankfully following his father’s instruction and calming down, still giggling softly. You moved to sit beside Loki as he slowly pointed upwards, drawing Elliot’s gaze to the ceiling above his bed. With a small twitch of his fingers, a light dusting of snow began to float down from the ceiling, disappearing into thin air before it hit the mattress.

Elliot’s eyes widened as he watched the snow fall magically around him, and you smiled at his amazement, leaning your head on Loki’s shoulder. A peaceful moment passed, until Elliot suddenly jumped out of bed and threw his arms around the two of you. You hugged him back tightly, catching Loki’s eye and positively melting at the adoration shining on his face before tucking your son back into bed and bending down to kiss him goodnight.

“Ew,” Elliot giggled sleepily, finally out of energy. “Daddy, don’t let mommy kiss Santa too.”

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With a groan, you flopped down face first on the couch. “Go spike some eggnog please.” You waved a hand haphazardly to get Loki’s attention.

“Rough day?” He moved your legs over a bit so he could sit next to your stretched out form. You nodded with your head in your arms, and immediately Loki’s skilled fingers found the knots in your neck and shoulders, gently kneading the stress away. “If you wish to talk about it, I’m listening.”

“Nah…” you sighed contentedly, letting your eyes drift shut. “I’m exhausted and work was stressful, more than usual. But it’s Christmas Eve and I’ve got you, so I’d really just like to forget about it…”

You felt Loki’s cool breath brush over your ear as he bent over you, whispering lowly, “Elliot is asleep, you don’t have work tomorrow, we have the whole night to ourselves… I think I can make you forget about it.”

“Hmm… I don’t know. I’m still waiting for that drink I mentioned,” you hummed back, not opening your eyes.

“So needy…” he sighed and swatted you lightly on the back before standing, couch creaking as he moved.

A moment later you heard him rummaging around in the kitchen, humming quietly. He came back out with two mugs in hand, setting them on the coffee table with exaggerated and completely unnecessary force. “A drink for her majesty,” he said, dipping into a mocking bow.

You kicked a leg out trying to hit him, but he jumped out of the way with a laugh. “Oh, shut up. You’re the royalty here, king,” you reminded him.

He shoved your legs off the couch and dropped down next to you, tightly wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your temple. “But where would a king be without his queen?”

“Probably dead. Or still on Asgard. Without the cutest kid in the universe as your son.”

Loki chuckled, handing you a mug. “Fair enough. Now drink up, you’ll feel better, trust me.”

You took a sip and eyed him suspiciously over the brim of the mug. It was eggnog, definitely eggnog, but mixed with something much stronger. “Yikes,” you cringed, taking another slightly bigger gulp. “This isn’t going to take long.”

“I added something special,” he winked, sipping his own drink. “It’s similar to that Midgardian rum you like, but made for beings much more powerful. Like myself.”

You rolled your eyes. “Right, just like you… well, if this can actually get you drunk too, I already love it.”

Yikes was right. This was some seriously strong stuff, and it didn’t take long until you had finished your drink, your mind pleasantly a little fuzzier than before. It was starting to get to Loki too, you realised, as his words began to drag and things became a whole lot funnier to him than usual.

You were curled up in a blanket with your head on his shoulder, fighting to keep your eyes open, when he set down his empty cup. He reached over to the coffee table, making the loose shirt he wore ride up to expose a sliver of his stomach.

Thanks to your tipsy brain, you decided you just had to touch him, so you quickly poked him in the side with a proud smirk. He yelped at the contact and jolted away from you, making you burst into a loud fit of giggles.

“SHHH!” he hissed at you, suddenly lunging back over you and clapping a hand over your mouth. “You’ll wake the baby!!”

You stuck your tongue out, licking the palm of his hand as it was covering your mouth. He gasped and yanked his hand away as you laughed, whispering loudly, “Elliot’s not a baby anymore, doofus.”

Loki’s tipsy smile dropped. You reached up to cradle his face in your hands, noticing his sudden mood change. “Hey, what’s wrong? Don’t go getting all sad on me, it’s Christmas Eve.”

“Am I… am I a good father?”

“Oh, Loki.” You latched an arm around his neck and pulled him into your arms, hugging him tightly. “My love, you are a wonderful father. Elliot absolutely adores you.” He tucked his head under your chin, nuzzling his face into your neck as you gently stroked your fingers through his hair. “And I absolutely adore you. Have I mentioned that?”

You could feel him shift against your skin, thankfully smiling once again. He mumbled a few incoherent words, not moving from his spot in the crook of your neck.

“Come again?”

Loki lifted his head with a grin. “I said ‘prove it.’”

“Uh-uh, not until you put me on the naughty list,” you purred, inching closer to his face. “You said you would, so I’m gonna hold you to that.” You pushed him back into the cushions and crawled over him, straddling his waist with your hands on either side of his head.

He looked up at you with a devious glint in his eye. “You won’t be disappointed.”

You bent down to meet his lips, settling on top of his hips. Mmm… He tasted like cinnamon and peppermint and the rich, creamy taste of eggnog, topped with the hints of alcohol still gracing his delicious lips.

“You taste like Christmas…and rum,” you said breathlessly, then pulled him into another kiss, tongue delving back into his mouth before he could respond. Loki pushed himself up to a sitting position, lips never leaving yours, grabbing your waist to tug you closer on his lap.

“My turn,” he panted between kisses, roughly pushing your shoulders and leaning over you so that now it was your back against the couch. You eagerly accepted the change of position, allowing him to crawl over you and start ravaging your neck. Resting between your knees, he worked his way expertly over your body, one hand pushing your shirt up as he nipped at the sensitive skin in the curve of your neck. Drawing your skin between his teeth, he bit down just a little harder than usual, the addicting hint of perfect pain bringing something of a whimper and a cry out from your throat, which he quickly muffled by covering your mouth with his once again.

“You have to stay quiet,” he chuckled against your mouth. “Don’t make me shut you up myself-”

“Mommy? Are you ok?”

The two of you froze.

This was NOT a good position to be caught in. Loki’s hand was lost up your shirt, lips attacking yours, laying on top of you between your legs, while you had a leg hooked around his waist and hands clutching his back to keep him there. Already wincing, you slowly turned your head towards the little voice. Though your vision was a bit fuzzy from the alcohol, there was no mistaking your son standing in the doorway.

Loki seemed to be hoping that if he didn’t move, Elliot wouldn’t be able to see him. You sighed and made to push him off of you to go put Elliot back to bed, but Loki shook his head and held you still under him, a slightly worrisome grin growing on his face. “I have an idea,” he whispered.

Ok, very worrisome.

There was a flash of green light and suddenly you found yourself lying under… Santa Claus?!

Shocked, you stared up at Loki in a drunken stupor, his face shifted into a completely different one; round, old, and rosy-cheeked, no longer the youthful, chiseled face you so loved. And he had a beard!! Snowy white and huge, tickling you as it scratched against your cheek.

“I-I don’t like this at all,” you stuttered under your breath, “I want Loki back.”

An awkward moment of silence passed. Then…

“AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!”

Elliot screamed at the top of his lungs and bolted back down the hallway into his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

There was another green glow around the room and Loki, your Loki, with that beautiful jawline and chiseled cheekbones not obstructed by a huge white beard, was back staring down at you with wide eyes. You blinked once, twice… then burst out laughing.

Soon Loki joined you, laughing hysterically and hugging you close, trying to stifle his laughter in the crook of your neck. “From now on,” you snorted, wiping tears of laughter from your eyes, “we only drink when Elliot isn’t here. We’re not taking any more chances.”

“And—ehehe—and we only do this,” Loki added with a snicker, gesturing between the two of you, “we only do this in the bedroom. With the door locked.”

That just made you laugh even harder, shoving your face into his neck to muffle your drunken laughter until Loki flicked a hand and you fell backwards onto your soft mattress, the pair of you magically back in your room.

“I love your magic. So convenient,” you giggled, out of breath from all that had just happened. You sat up on the edge of the bed and tugged on the waistband of his pants, pulling him between your knees and into a kiss. “But help me out here. I’m a ‘lil bit tipsy and you’ve kept me waiting long enough.”

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The next morning, the world was bouncing.

Wait, what?

Prying open your groggy eyes, a tiny flurry of dark hair and “The Mighty Thor” pajamas zipped past you.

“UP, UP!!! Meeeerry Christmas!”

Elliot was jumping on your bed, shouting and hitting you with a pillow. Loki rolled over groaning loudly and wrapped his arm around your waist, burying his face against your back. Which, you realised with a start, was still unclothed.

You grabbed the blanket and quickly pulled it over your heads, hissing at your husband, “how’d he get in here? I thought you locked the door! We’re not wearing anything!”

“My kid, my abilities…” He mumbled, pressing a drowsy kiss to the back of your neck.

“SANTA GAVE ME PRESENTS! GET UP!!!” Elliot shouted, throwing himself down heavily, knocking the air out of your lungs.

“Oof… well then, your kid, your responsibility.” You playfully smacked Loki’s hand that was wandering lower and lower on your bare stomach. He chuckled and kissed your neck again, then peeked out from under the blankets, making sure your bodies were still covered.

“Good morning, Elliot. Could you possibly be any louder?” he teased, poking him gently in the side.

Elliot giggled and nodded earnestly, taking a deep breath, preparing to yell.

“No no no!! You don’t have to show me!” Loki quickly backtracked. “Can you give mommy and I a moment? Go count your presents again, you may have missed one.”

The little boy squealed excitedly at that and dashed out the door back to the Christmas tree. Loki waved a hand at the door, slamming it shut, and you both breathed a sigh of relief.

You rolled over to face your husband, meeting his tired but twinkling eyes and placing a chaste kiss on his bare chest. “Merry Christmas, Loki.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” He responded, lifting your face up to kiss you. He lingered against your lips for a moment, melting into you and moving his hand to your waist to guide you until you were on top of him, running his hands lazily over your back.

Trailing kisses down his neck, you snuggled up on Loki's chest, absentmindedly stroking a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to get up,” you murmured. “I could stay like this forever.”

Sunlight was streaming through your window, glinting off the snow outside and casting a warm golden glow over your entangled bodies in the bed. It was a complete and utter dream, cuddled up on your drowsy husband on Christmas day.

A loud crash followed by an immediate “I’m okay!” came from the living room and brought you back to reality. Loki just chuckled, not even opening his eyes all the way at the ruckus. “Thank you for giving me such a wonderful son.”

You giggled. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Believe me, it was my absolute pleasure to help out.” He pressed a kiss on your forehead, hugging you closer to him. “Well, as much as we wish for it, we can’t keep him waiting forever. We should check what that was.”

“You’re right, you’re right…” you groaned, “let me just hop in the shower real quick before we go out.”

Sighing, you climbed off him and stretched, then strode across the room to the bathroom, turning back around when you reached the doorway. Loki was already looking, watching you walk away with entranced eyes and a lazy smile resting on his face.

You rolled your eyes and waved him over. “When you’re done staring, get in here and help me.”

After a quick and rather enjoyable shower, you found yourself sitting on the couch with your head on Loki’s shoulder, watching Elliot excitedly rip open his presents. He had just gotten to a large box that had a tag saying “from Santa” on it when he paused, a worried look crossing his chubby face.

“Daddy, I have a secret to tell you first. C’mere.” He set aside the gift and climbed onto Loki’s lap, motioning for him to come down to his level.

“Oh-okay,” Loki looked at you confused, but you just shrugged.

Elliot tugged Loki’s head towards him and began whispering in his ear as best he could, which, coming from a four year old, meant you could still make out every word he said.

“Last night, I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus. Just like that song! And I thought… I thought she could only kiss you.”

You and Loki locked eyes, silently telling each other to respond first while you tried to stifle your laughter.

“Uh… did you now?” Loki answered, biting back his laughter. “Well, thank you for telling me. What do you propose we should we do with her then?” He picked up his son, the two of them turning to look at you. Loki had a growing smirk on his face as he thought back to the wildly odd night you had had, until Elliot clapped his hands together excitedly.

“I know! I think, I think she should say I’m sorry. Then she should get in trouble so she doesn’t do it again, like I get time outs! Disk-uh-pline, right?”

Your jaw dropped at his words, knowing exactly how Loki would take your son’s perfectly innocent suggestion, and sure enough, Loki’s smirk only grew even bigger. “You’re absolutely right,” he grinned. “That’s a wonderful idea, Elliot.”

Loki grabbed your chin between two fingers and pulled you into a kiss, ignoring Elliot’s disgusted protests and efforts to pull you apart.

“You’re in deep, deep trouble now, Y/N,” Loki grinned, his voice practically a purr as he set Elliot back on the ground. The little boy eagerly went back to unwrapping presents, ignoring the two of you completely and giving Loki the chance to reclaim his seat beside you. His arm snaked around your waist and you eyed him suspiciously, a grin playing at your lips.

“Pay attention. Your son is opening his presents,” you scolded, playfully patting his cheek. Loki just chuckled darkly and nipped at your fingers as you pulled your hand away.

He bent his head down to rest against your ear, trailing his lips lightly over it down to the fresh mark that he had put on the curve of your neck last night. “Kissing Santa Claus,” he hummed in a whisper so Elliot couldn’t hear, icy breath sending a shiver crawling across your skin. “You should know better…whatever shall I do with you?”

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Under the Mistletoe

Mistletoe with Loki For @jpat82 J’s Marvelous Holiday Party writing challenge

With a word Prompt: Mistletoe

Warning ⚠️: just fluff

It was the holiday season. As you wondered along the streets of New York the snow started to fall, Dusting the streets with white powder, you had bundled up for your outing. You and Peter decided on going Christmas shopping together. You had become great friends with the kid. You had found yourself being able to confide in him. He even knew your who your Secret crush was, and Surprisingly he kept it a secret.

“Y/n, what are you going to get Mr. Loki for Christmas?” He shyly asked. Knowing well that this was the real reason you went out shopping.

“I don’t know, what do you get the god of mischief. God knows he probably has everything being a prince and all.” You sighed heavily.

“Mr Loki, always seems to be reading, maybe get him a book for Christmas?” Peter suggested.

“Ugh that’s the problem! I don’t know what he has read or not, I mean he is what 1400 something years old. And had a Library full of books back on Asgard and now has access to Tony’s library and the net.” Why did he have to be so hard to get for. Thor was easy. As well as both Steve and Bucky. Though Tony had been rather hard to get something for, being he could buy what ever he wanted. But you still ended up finding him something at least.

“What about asking Thor?” Peter pulled his scarf up more as the wind picked up.

“I did, but he wasn’t any helpful. He Told me that anything from me, Loki would like.” You smiled.

“Mr. Loki might like.” Peter started to say. When he was cute off by someone.

“Hello peter, y/n darling you radiant as ever.” Loki spork cause you to jump a little not expecting him to be out. “Might I inquire to what I might like?” He purred only glancing over at Peter. Though his attention was more on you. You looked at him as you felt your cheek flushed more, luckily they were already pink from the cold air. Loki was only wearing his normal Midgard look which was a well tailored suit. And that was it. Nothing to keep him warm unlike you who had a dozen layers on. Must be his Frost giant form.

“Oh nothing just talking about gifts for Stark party.” You spoke before Peter could. “Are you going to be there?” Trying to change the subject.

“Oh no, look at the time. I forgot I needed to see Aunt May.” Peter said all of a sudden. You new better as you looked over to him, not wanting him to leave you alone with Loki. You had been in love with Loki for awhile now, though Loki didn’t know this. But it seemed that everyone would leave suddenly when he started to talk with you or walk in the same room you were in. But you only ended up sounding like a fool around him. “Mr. Loki sir, do you mind staying with y/n, while she shops?”

“I do not mind accompanying lady y/n on her outing.” Loki cooed as he put his arm out for you to grab. Loki was always quite the gentleman with you.

“Thank you Mr. Loki. See you back at the Tower y/n.” Peter ran off and moments later you saw him web off in his Spider-Man suit. He may end up being a squashed Spider soon. You walked along the shops as they were all decorated for the holidays. Loki would ask what things were or there meaning. You watched as a couple walked under some mistletoe. As someone called out for them to look up and kiss.

“Darling why are they telling them to kiss under a plant?” Loki questioned. Looking down at you.

“Well that’s call Mistletoe, and when two people are under it they are supposed to kiss.” You explained. As well as other thing about the plant and how it became a tradition around this time of year. Loki nodded as you both continue to walk. You bought a few things, but never did get anything for Loki. As you both made it back to the Tower, where you saw Peter helping Tony string up lights for the his annual Christmas party. You glared up at the kid. Who froze.

“Mr Stark her visuals based on movement right?” You heard him ask Tony as you walked passed.

“Kid, She is not T- Rex. And pray she did not hear you call her one.” Tony tried not to chuckle. “Also I think you need to step away from the mistletoe, you put enough up for the next decade.” Tony shook his had as Peter flipped down next to him.

“I want y/n and Mr. Loki to kiss under it, since it doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen anytime soon. I figured I would give them a little push. You know like in that one movie where-“ Peter started to ramble but Tony cut him off.

“Kid I don’t know if you really want to mess with this.” Tony sighed after putting a bowed ribbon over the kids mouth that said don’t open until Christmas 2020.

“Thank you loki.” You smiled up at him. As Loki helped you bring the bags of gifts to your room. Then you walked with him to the door of your room. Thank god you had cleaned it earlier. You thought.

“The pleasure was all mine, love.” He smiled back as he walked back to his own room. Now to go kill a spider for calling you a damn T-Rex.

It was the night of the Christmas party, you still never found out if loki was going to be there or not. As you finally found the perfect gift for him. You looked at yourself one last time. Your dress shimmered from the green sequins as you moved. Slipping your black heels on. Making your way down to where the party was being held. It was no surprise how elegant the room looked. The giant Christmas tree set off to the side colors of red and gold. White streamed lights lined the walls, windows, and doors. You even noticed a few more then normal mistletoe had been hung up, but didn’t think much of it. Searching the room for Loki, as you made you way inside.

“Eggnog?” Peter asked you as he held a glass towards you. You eyed him suspiciously.

“There better not be any alcohol in that one your drinking.” You teased. Knowing Stark there would most likely end alcohol in the nog. As you watch him take a drink.

“Nope, Just plan eggnog. Though I think yours may have some. Mr. Stark is watching me to make sure I give you the right one.” He stated looking over his shoulder as Tony eyed him down. You took the drink and smiled. Taking a sip of your as you almost spit it out. It was straight whiskey with a splash of eggnog.

“Jez one more these and I’ll be kissing everyone tonight.” You choked out. Making Peter laugh.

“Like Loki right?” Peter wiggles his eyebrow at you. Only to get glared at. You didn’t need the hole tower to hear even though you were pretty sure everyone knew by now. “Anyhow do you know if Mr. Loki will be here?” Petter asked you as you both stood bye the buffet table watching everyone.

“No I don’t think he is. I don’t think it’s his kind of thing.” You sighed heavily a little disappointed.

“Well you sound upset about that angel.” A smooth dark voice whispered softly from behind you. Kissing your cheek ever so gently. Making you jump. Turning around as your eyes stared at a black covered toned chest. Oh god he wearing that damn black suit. As your eyes slowly looked up to see a smirking god looking down at you. Your face heated up. “You look absolutely ravishing darling.”

“Um, thank you. You look handsome as always.” You smiled shyly. Loki chuckled. Loki looked over at Peter. Who was slipping on his drink.

“Y/n I’m going to go get more, did you want anything, Mr. Loki sir?” Peter spoke quite quickly. You both declined his offer as he snuck away. Leaving you two alone.

“May I have this dance?” Loki purred as he held out his hand for you to take and you did so willingly. He could lead you into the gates of hell and you follow without a question. Once on the dance floor, Loki pulled you into him. One hand holding on to yours while the other rested small of your back, his cool hands touching exposed skin as your dress happened to be back less. Gasping at his touch. He held you firmly against him as he lead. “My colors suits you nicely, love.” You felt his hot breath against your ear, making your shiver at him words. You could practically feel the smirk coming off of him.

“Did you managed to find that gift you were having troubles finding for Tony?” Loki asked, remembering you had told him you were having troubles finding a gift for someone. Though you lied and said it was for Tony.

“I did, though I must confess, it wasn’t Tony I was having problems finding for, it was you.” You mumbled. As you continue to dance with Loki. Feeling slightly embarrassed about telling him. He pulled his head slightly to look at you. Slightly hint of mischief in his eyes.

“Well I must confess I got you something as well.” He whispered. As he dipped you down. He was an amazing dancer him and Thor though you knew it was from being a prince and having to go to plenty of balls back on Asgard.

“Ah brother, lady y/n.” Thor booming voice interrupted Loki spell on you, as you looked over at the blonde god. His goofy grin should had said it all, but you were still slightly under Loki’s spell. Loki glared at his brother. Before he noticed Thor’s eyes looking up then back at his brother, then nodded towards the ceiling. Loki looked up and with a smirk he dipped his head down to your unsuspecting lips, with his own. His other hand had slipped out from yours, as it found the nap of your neck, pulling you into him more. Your eyes at first widened then fluttered shut. A sharp gasp left your lips. Loki pulled away leaving your breathless and shocked.

“Breath, Darling.” Loki coaxed you. As his fingers trailed up and down your spine. Thor patted Loki on the shoulder, then left the two of you alone. Not everyone had paid any mind to what was going on between the two of you.

“What was that for?” You asked, your lips tingled as Loki’s thumb brush against them. He chuckled as he cupped your chin moving it to look up. Your eyes landed on the biggest ball of mistletoe you had ever seen. “Oh.” You mumbled as you nervously giggled, looking back to the god. It felt really hot in the building all of a sudden. You needed some fresh air. You were not expecting Loki to do that.

“Are you all right darling you look flushed.” Loki asked almost sounding innocent, but the smirk that spread across his face said otherwise. He now knew what affect he had on you.

“I need some fresh air.” you mumbled. Loki took your hand pulling you off the dance floor. Taking you out on to the balcony. Knowing you would get cold he had already placed his warm suit jacket over your arms. It was surprisingly warm. “Are you not going to get cold?” You asked rather dumbly. You knew he wouldn’t.

“Did you forget I’m part frost giant, darling?” Loki chuckled. You face turned red from embarrassment. But luckily it was cold outside.

You hide your face with a shy smile. Which Loki wouldn’t let you as he cupped your chin pulling up for you to look at him. You watched as green mist started to form above your head. You looked at loki curiously. He smirked as the mist finally formed into a ball of green leafed plants held with a gold ribbon. You eyes widened as Loki dipped his head down once more. Take you lips with his. Your hands found their way around his neck pulling him into you more. His own found your exposed back under his jacket. You gasped into the kiss, at his cool touch. Giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue between your parted lips seeping the his.

Finally after a few moments past, you both pulled away, to catch your breath. You looked up at loki your blush had spread. The mistletoe has dissipated at some point. Loki had started to rub small circles along your back. You hid your face into his chest. Trying to think of what to say next. Loki rested his chin on top your head. You arms moved around his waist.

“I rather enjoy that love, and would like to do that more often with out the excuse of a plant.” Loki smiled. You smiled bigger against him, hiding even more. Which made Loki chuckle. He loved your shyness. Loki pulled his head away to look down as you. You moved your looked up at him.

“I would like that.” Smiling back at the god. As you cupped his face with one of your hands, standing on your toes you kissed him lightly. “Merry Christmas Loki.”

“Merry Christmas my love.” Loki purred. Nether of you noticed Loki’s brother Thor and Peter. Watching from the window. As they gave each other as fist bump.

“What are you two doing?” Tony startled the two f them. As they flipped around looking at the man dressed in an nice suit.

“Nothing.” They said simultaneously. Hands behind their backs. Peter started rocking back and forth on his heels. Looking up at the decorations.

“You know Mr. Stark it looks great in here and thank you again for inviting me.” Peter rambled, Tony raises an eyebrow. As he looked over Peters head to see, two silhouette out on the balcony.

“Leave those two a lone your worse then me, I swear.” Tony sighed heavily, shaking his head. “All right you two step away from the glass. Let’s, let the love bird alone.” Shooing the two away.

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vampirefreakism · 6 years ago

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The Scientist (Chapter 27)

Summary: In the events following Asgard’s destruction, Loki finds himself on Earth seeking refuge to await the inevitable. Much to his surprise, it comes from a source he would never have expected.

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Warnings: domestic fluff, a hint of angst

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: Wooh! Another one is here! First off, Captain Marvel was amazing. I saw it twice and I would absolutely watch it again at a moment's notice. Second, we got more domesticity in this! Yay! I know some of y'all really like that, so here ya go. Enjoy this little burrito. Lastly, it's been about a full year since I started writing this! Wow, how time flies! Around this time last year, after the final Infinity War trailer was posted, I put my first thoughts onto a page and began The Scientist. I planned to have more of the story out by this point, but hey, at least she lives :D

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Trudging through the doors of the apartment complex, Luna stamped her boots off and shook the loose snow from her hat.

“Phew! We made it,” she breathily praised, brushing the shopping bags she’d set at her feet.

“Yes, good,” Loki replied. He was glad to be back inside. The new gloves and hat he got helped with blending in, but style-wise, they could be better.

Setting down the cardboard boxes he was tasked with carrying, Loki mimicked Luna in dusting the snow from his clothes. As he did so, he wondered about the contents of the containers he moved. He hadn’t been paying attention when Luna picked them up, being too preoccupied in studying what the shop referred to as ‘mistletoe.’ Alas, it was vastly different than the thing he knew growing up.

He could have taken everything into his arms, but like always, Luna insisted on toting the groceries while he took up the larger items. Something about preventing him from accusing her of using him as her ‘pack mule.’ He knew she would never be so derogatory towards him, but nonetheless, he complied.

Upon entering the apartment, they took turns in putting their parcels down and shrugging off their outer layers. Luna pulled off her boots and rubbed her cold hands together.

“Alright, everything is in. I’ll go get changed and then we can put the groceries away.”

Loki nodded, pulling his own shoes off, and watched Luna shuffle away to slip into something more comfortable. In her temporary absence, he opted to do the same. He had to be quick about it, for there were minor chores to be done and he couldn’t risk being seen unclothed.

Odd, he felt, for him to be concerned about such things. He never had been. Well, of course not. Everything was done for him before any semblance of thought could be spurred about it. Luna did so for him as well, but not out of obligation to him. It was her culture and personality. However, those pieces of the puzzle did not make up the whole picture, and he was intent on completing it. Luckily, he liked getting to know his new friend.

Of course, think of the devil, and she may appear. Back into the living room walked Luna, now clad in blue-and-white patterned leggings, fluffy socks, and the same concert shirt Loki had seen earlier that morning. Not a warm outfit, but comfortable enough for the house.

Without a word, the two got to work; Loki dividing up the items to go in the fridge and Luna putting everything in their appropriate places. They were done in half the time it took for Luna to do it alone. Smirking to herself, she noted another excellent reason to have Loki around as a friend: receiving tidbits of help without having to ask made life feel nice.

Sipping from a glass of fresh water, Luna stepped back out into the living room.

“Ok, so I was thinking we could set these up first,” she pointed to the unopened boxes still sitting by the door, “before I do any cooking. Is that ok?” Loki nodded. “Great.” She smiled, setting her glass down. “I’ll get the box cutter.” And off she was again to her room.

Loki moved one box further into the room for Luna to have more space to open it. Knife securely in hand, she sliced through the tape as if it was hot butter. Inside sat more packaging material surrounding the object of interest. Curious, Loki crouched down to Luna’s level on the floor and inspected her deconstruction of the Styrofoam and plastic.

“What is it, exactly?” He asked as he watched the thing in question slowly reveal itself.

“Oh, it’s a little electric fireplace, just for us,” Luna smiled sweetly.

‘Just for us.’ A nice sentiment. It allowed Loki the temporary belief he could stay with her forever, the two of them enjoying a fake fireplace.

“Very nice,” he said absentmindedly, no longer investing in his wishful thought. As he had said in the past, it was easier to let it burn.

In his mental distance, Luna had pulled everything out of the box and laid it all out in front of her. It was indeed a simple and small electric fireplace, fully capable of warming a room and providing a light show of fake flames.

Luna read over the user manual as Loki settled onto the ground, wrapping his arms around his legs and drawing them into his chest. He observed her as she concentrated, anticipating her next move. It didn’t take her long to figure out what she needed to do.

“There is some assembly required.” Clearly, by the pieces on the ground. Luna picked up the tiny bag filled with black screws. “Do you know where the screwdriver is?”

“Oh, yes,” Loki nodded, rising from the ground and venturing to a drawer in the kitchen. Luna paid him no mind as he rummaged around for a bit and brought back the tool she needed. “Right here.”

She observed his outstretched hand grasping the screwdriver and gently took it from him. “Thank you,” she smiled. She didn’t recall telling him where it was.

Brushing it off for later, she knuckles down and screws on the legs of the machine. She has Loki hold the screws in his hand and give her one each time she needs it.

Loki thumbs the four remaining screws in his palm. “So, why do we need this? This place is warm enough.”

“Yeah, it is. I just figured it would be nice. You know, with Christmas coming up and all.” Luna stops and looks up at Loki. “No, sorry. Not Christmas. Yule.” She takes a screw from Loki’s hand and fits it into its proper spot. “Christmas is pagan in origin.”

“Indeed it is,” Loki grins. “But why do we need this?”

“Oh yeah. Uh, since we would get in all kinds of trouble if we lit a fire any bigger than a tea candle, I thought this would be the next best thing. You know, for symbolism.” She shrugs. “Keeps the occupants warm inside and ward off evil little spirits, even though we are warm enough without it.”

Loki propped an elbow in his knee. “I never would have thought of that. Using this.”

“Well,” Luna smirks, “that’s why you got me: to fill in any gaps you miss.”

“Oh, I thought I had you because Stark was ready and willing to put me in a maximum security prison if you didn’t offer your home,” Loki harmlessly teased, hoping she would get the humor. The light laugh she let out granted him reassurance.

“Ah, yes. Can’t forget that.”

The two sat quietly, the only noise being the metallic tapping of the screws and screwdriver. Once she was done, Luna made sure to check all four legs were tight before standing it upright. She checked and double-checked the instructions, taking a tally of the switches and dials and what their jobs were. Content with her work, she plugged it into the nearest outlet, adjusted the temperature dial, and flicked the switches to the ‘on’ position.

The heater and flames came to life, producing a soft orange glow accompanying the warm, gentle breeze. Luna sat in front of it and admired her new décor piece. Loki stood a ways behind her. He was underwhelmed, but the point of the thing wasn't to impress him. He knew so. He was honored she considered him, so he appreciated the new heater as well.

Having had enough, Luna got to cleaning up the spare cardboard, Styrofoam, and plastic scattered across the floor, tossing it all into the box it came in. She made a note to take care of it on another day. Dusting her hands, she sauntered over the counter and rested her elbow upon it. Loki mindlessly looked over her book collection as he contemplated her next move.

“Have I ever made pancakes with you here?” Luna asks. Loki spares her a glance and returns to his original activity.

“You’ve made cakes before.”

“Yeah, but like, in a pan. Have I done that?”

He lets his gaze take hold of her. “Not that I recall.”

She stands straight and brings her hands together. “Alright, let’s make some pancakes,” she states, making her way into the kitchen. “Nice, warm, fluffy boys.”

Loki followed her, intrigued by what is to come next. He had partaken in the Midgardian pancakes of old from many cultures, but he was eager to try her recipe. He stood by her side, head bent, and surveyed her as she took out the ingredients.

“Ok, to start off, I obviously don’t have a mixer,” Luna gestures to the counter, “so you might have to help me with something if you want it to go faster.”

Loki smirks. “Oh no, whatever shall I do?” He exaggerated, teasing her again. To his mild mockery, he received a soft scowl and placid swat on the arm. He could take it. He was a big boy.

“For now,” Luna took out a set of measuring spoons, “you can stand right here,” she placed her hands on the sides of his shoulders and maneuvered him a tad to her right.

Satisfied, Luna parceled out and mixed the dry ingredients together in a large bowl, all the while Loki peered over her shoulder. She was tempted to commandeer his help, but she remembered she wasn't a user by nature. She could do everything by herself, and everything she couldn't, she could learn. He was still a comfort to have around if only to fill the space for the moment.

Loki studied her movements, memorizing the measurements and the order the ingredients were added. How she turned the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt into one uniform mix. The way she haphazardly added vanilla extract, but carefully measured and poured in a cup of milk. By her concentration, he assumed she had forgotten he was there. He didn’t mind. He preferred to watch in peace.

He saw her hand slow the stirring and folding of the batter, continuing to do so to a stop. Luna stretched and flexed her aching fingers. The pain wouldn’t ebb as fast as she would like, so she switched hands and kept going. With the mixture smooth to her liking, she set it aside and shook both hands out as she took the few steps to the fridge. From inside, she retrieved the carton of eggs and took two out. She broke them with ease, producing at most two taps from each of them, and emptied the whites out into a separate bowl.

A rotary egg beater in hand, Luna mechanically whipped the egg whites. It was times like these she wished she had the proper appliances, but she recalled how her mother always said that if you can do something without a machine, never bother getting one. It was easy to deal with as she had less expensive things to break or replace, but as she lived away from her mother and by her own rules, it greatly tempted her to buy a few. Not to say the thought hasn’t gone through her mind in the past. She never bothered when the opportunity came up.

The desire to purchase new equipment came to the forefront of Luna’s mind as the gears of the egg beater jammed in her hand and snapped apart. She bent her head and silently seethed at the pieces in her hands. Defeated, she slammed her right hand down on the counter.

“Dammit,” she growled and slid a hand over her forehead. The change in attitude caught Loki off-guard.

“What?” He said, creeping slowly to her side.

Luna lifted the piece in her left hand. “The egg beater broke.” She looked up at him sadly. “I’m sorry, Loki. I have to whip the whites to make the pancakes the way I need to make them, and without this, I can’t.” Her eyes fell to the bowl of eggless batter. She was faced with two options: toss it out or cover it for a later time. But she wished to do neither of them.

“Surely there’s another way.”

Luna huffed. “There is, but I would wreck my arm doing it.”

“How? And with what?” Loki pressed, placing his hands on his hips.

Luna looked back up at him dubiously. “Are you serious?”

“Yes. Now, do you have the instrument in question?”

Luna sighed and opened a drawer full of large metal utensils. Carefully digging around, she pulled out a whisk.

“It’s this.”

Loki held a hand out. “Here. Give here." She handed it to him, and he took it upon himself to take the bowl with the partially-beaten eggs in the other.

“Are you seriously planning on whipping those eggs by hand until they peak?” Loki shrugged. He was serious. “Can you really whip it fast enough?”

“Seeing is believing, so you’ll just have to watch.”

Luna could hardly believe him, but she was willing to let him prove it. “Alright. While you’re doing that, I’m going to go set up the other thing we got. You’ll need the time to yourself.” She threw the broken tool in the trash and made it a couple of steps out of the kitchen, but stopped. “Oh, and if you hurt yourself, don’t say I made you do it.”

Loki was surprised how accusatory she believed him to be, but he shook it off and turned the whisk around the bowl. He had been called worse things, and she was within her rights to practice caution. Faster and faster, he moved the egg whites to the best of his ability. Luna was right about how difficult it was. Lucky for him, he had the stamina and strength.

In his periphery, he spotted Luna taking apart the second box and extracting the object it housed. A slip of his hand drew his attention back to the bowl. He would have to keep his curiosity at bay for now. Judging by the faint white color of the eggs, he was making progress.

Soft music graced Loki’s ears. He had heard the tune before and found favor in it. A lively song by Ultravox. He paid no attention to the lyrics and title. His primary interest was to finish his job, but he allowed his body to sway and his foot to tap to the beat. No harm in enjoying some good music.

The steady rhythm coming from the stereo kept his whisk in time. Quickly enough, Loki found the eggs turning into white foam. He wondered if this was what Luna meant by ‘whip to peaks.’ He stopped and swirled the bowl around. It moved too fluidly for his liking, so, on he whisked. The eggs fluffed and stiffened more to his expectations, but Luna wasn’t there to inspect his work. He couldn’t know if they were up to her standard, and he would hate to disappoint.

Bowl and whisk cradled in his long arms, he padded over to his friend. A side glance from her confirmed she acknowledged his presence. He sat down beside her and placed the bowl next to him. The object she attended to took his attention for the time.

“What is this?” He asked.

“A Christmas tree. I didn’t think I would be allowed to have a real one in here, so I got this." Luna bent the wire branch until it sat perpendicular to the small trunk. “I know it’s fake and smaller than usual, but again, the symbolism counts for something.”

Loki grinned a little. “You could say, yes.”

Luna pulled at another branch and paused to admire her little tree. Pleased with it, for now, she sighed and gave her attention to Loki. "Are you done? With the thing?”

“I think so.” Loki took a last look inside the bowl and handed it to her. “Here.”

Slowly moving the whisk into the whites, she was dumbfounded. "You did this by hand? Completely? That fast?” They peaked the way she wanted them to.

“So unbelievable?” Loki contrived confidence, but he was still unsure.

“Uh, yeah,” Luna affirmed, a broad smile forming on her face. “Oh, Loki, it’s beautiful. Thank you.” The tension slowly gathering in Loki’s shoulder fell from him. She held nothing back. There was no reason for her to hide her appreciation. “Come on,” Luna rose to her feet, “let’s go finish it.” She looked down at Loki and nodded to the kitchen. “I really think you’ll like this.”

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As they ate, the two friends took care to upkeep idle chatter between them, keeping the music going in the background. Neither was in the mood for television. The subdued company of the other was enough.

Taking a bite of her second pancake, Luna pieced her words together and posed another question to Loki. “What traditional dances did you have on Asgard?” She sipped her tea. “There has to be at least one.”

Loki snuck another pancake from the main stack, making it his fifth, and dug into it. “A good few, actually.”

“Do you remember any, or is that something aristocrats didn’t participate in?” Luna snarked with a smirk. Loki chuckled and shook his head a little.

“No, we did. From kings to commoners, everyone danced.”

“Which was your favorite, if you had one?”

Loki paused, pondering over the length of his life. “The Asgardian Wedding Dance,” he answered, a little more timid than he would like.

Luna rested her chin on her hand. “Sounds romantic.”

“It was the tradition.” He shrugged, taking another bite of his meal. “Every marriage, no matter how high or low, enlisted the participation of the patrons in attendance. Aside from the children too young and those incapable, it was required of everyone to know it and join in.”

“And I assume you knew how.”

“Oh, of course," Loki stated, as though the thought of him not being able to perform it was blasphemous by itself. “For royal marriages, the newly-wedded couple go first, then the king and queen alongside them, then the princes and princesses,” he gestures to himself, “and so on until everyone got a turn or two.”

“And the newlyweds keep dancing? Until everyone gets to?” Luna had trouble imagining such a feat.

“Yes.” He took another bite. “The stamina required was symbolic of their commitment to each other. At all the ones I’ve been to, never have I seen a couple falter.”

“And the king and queen?”

“Likewise.” He reminisced on watching his parents dance together, a pleasant image in his mind. “They never stumbled or quit before everyone got a chance.”

“What about you?”

“Oh, I could dance until the sun rose twice over.” Loki thought back on his own jovial days of old. “My selected partners, however, could not. It was no fault of theirs. I was a little over-zealous at times.”

“You say it’s your favorite. Do you know why at all?” Luna tread lightly. She didn’t want Loki to suspect her of probing and clam up.

Luckily, he did not. “It was one of the very few times I could be seen as an equal prince of Asgard, not just the younger brother to the crown prince.”

Luna was taken aback a bit. “You mean no one did during any other time?” She brushed her fingertips against his arm. He shook his head. “Well, that’s disrespectful! Shame on them.”

Loki snickered. She was offended for him. How cute.

“There’s no use defending my honor. There’s nobody else here.” He waved his hand in the empty space.

“Yeah, but still. Shame on them.” Luna echoed herself, using her position as his friend and holding fast by him. “Do you remember how it goes?”

“I don’t think I could ever forget.”

Luna leaned in close, as though she were about to utter a secret. “Would it sacrilege if I asked you to show me?” Not a secret, but still scandalous in nature. She was not Asgardian, and surely not a princess by blood or marriage. He knew he would break multiple rules by taking her hand for this particular dance, but he was never one to listen to them, and there was no one around to see.

“Not in the slightest,” he lied, throwing in a charming smile, “though I do need a dance partner.” He dusted his hands off, stood up, and extended his hand to her. “If she be willing.” She eyed his open palm and moved her gaze to meet his.

“Lucky for you,” she said, slipping her hand into his, “she is.”

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jason-graecus · 6 years ago

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Mistletoe

The snow came down like fluttering kisses on Bruce Banner's cheek. The contrast on the city lights in the distance, and the dark night decorated in the white snowflakes as Bruce tried to Pare himself of all the noise.

It was not that the party was too Grandoise, rather it's vivacious nature within the compound of so many people was stressful if for extended periods of time. The cold flakes on his eyelashes and cheeks helped him relax.

What was set up as a Liaison between the Avengers and the Guardians became quite the Algamation for the season celebrations. By Bruce's estimations of how much bragging and drinks that had been shared, it was only a matter of time before the Banter turned Quarrelsome.

Almost on que, a loud crash in a crowd cheering going over the music from behind him. Bruce could hear Sam's laugh clearly as the door opened behind him. Someone was joining him, and as the glass door slid closed behind them, the Cheer and exuberant noise was once more muffled away, feeling far away.

Bruce felt the warmth of a body wrap around him, and fingers intertwine with his. "Your highness." He whispered with a smile creeping on his lips, not realizing how cold he is in comparison to the warm hanks encompassing his like an avalanche on a mountain, his hands were cut and scared like they were. Thor kissed the side of Bruce's head.

"What are we seeing tonight?" The God asked quietly. Bruce always had a beautiful mind. Thor savored every thought from it, far richer then any knowledge from Asgard's libraries.

Bruce squinted at the distance, darkness was all he saw. "Old Christmas memories." Bruce said under his breath, tensing his hand muscules under Thors.

Thor knew Bruce's past well enough, and refused to let it shadow Bruce. At least this year.

Thor cleared his throat. "I too have memories for this celebration. Would you like to know the story of mistletoe?" Thor asked his tone jovial, moving from behind Bruce to beside him, his hands going right back to the scientist's rather quickly.

Muffled almost jazz like music picked up from inside, Thor swaying a little. Trying to convince Bruce to as well. Thor spoke, and kept his eyes on Bruce's hands as he did so.

"Long long ago, the God Baldur was very young, as winter came to Asgard, and my mother made sure all the beings would swear never to harm him."

Thor pulled Bruce away from the edge, holding up Bruce's hands to shoulder height to continue swaying and to face another.

"It became a game to throw things at Baldur, and nothing would hurt him. It was quite the game. Much like the drinking game between Stark and Natasha." Thor glanced at the glass doors, the whole family of heroes still in the main living room, each face showing complete adoration for another as they laughed.

"Loki became quite jealous of Baldur, and tricked our mother in telling him of how she made each plant, creature and rocks promise to never cause harm to her Baldur."

Thor spinned Bruce, causing a smile to escape his face as he listened intently.

"All but one plant." Thor said, his own smirk growing. "My mother thought that the mistletoe was too young to give an oath, and with that Loki went off to collect the plant."

Bruce chuckled quietly. Leave it to his brother-in-law to be willing to track down a single plant that can kill someone out of sheer jealousy.

"Loki wouldn't want his hands directly to cause this, so he gave the mistletoe to the blind God, Hother and guided his arm in throwing it towards poor dear Baldur."

Thor dipped down Bruce, smile going from a smirk to a full face stretch of joy. "And it worked, Baldur was shot through with it." He pulled Bruce back up, this time pulling him close to his chest for a warm hug before he started walking backwards, towards the glass doors. "Mother was so hurt, she made the Mistletoe swear that it would only be used for good. It became the symbol of love and protection from those under it."

Bruce took the story in, most mortals would see the story as a twisted story, but the way Thor spoke so fondly, Bruce had begun to love all of them. Banner wanted their love to become something someone will tell their beloved about, about their true love.. many years from now. He didn't fall in love with the God, but he fell in love with the brilliant, clever hero Thor.

The said hero stopped them once the glass doors slid open. Bruce expected them to go inside, but Thor held them there expectantly. It took Bruce a moment before he realized what was above them.

Mistletoe.

Bruce shook his head, feeling that green tinted blush fill his cheeks. "You planned this all along didn't you?" It was more of a statement then a question. What an absolute dork.

Bruce looked up and took Thor's cheek i his hand. Calloused hands and the scruffy beard paired together. There was beauty in this, thought Thor. Two men whom have been dragged through stories far worse then that of Baldur, and yet out from it they get to hold another?

Every chapter of pain, every mistake, every snow flake that flaked in between them..all of it for this moment. Thor wouldn't change a single thing.

Bruce stepped up on Thor's shoes just to be tall enough to kiss Thor. The cold melted from their faces once their lips touched, gentle and affectionate. Thor had only deepened the kiss before a gaging noise came from the spectators watching the two kiss in front of the open doors.

"Could you please step inside? You're let out all the heat." Chimed Clint.

"I think they are trying to cause the heat." Muttered Tony, cuddling under the blankets more, which promptly earned him a smack on the shoulder from Pepper.

Thor laughed, tugging Bruce to the couch to join the others. Bruce ran out of excuses for his embarrassment years ago and just choose to just make awkward eye contact with anyone. The pair sat down and got thier own blanket to share, Bruce resting his back on Thor's chest. the team and family resumed thier festivities, Bruce kissed Thor's chin once more.

"Happy Yule Thor."

"Merry Christmas Bruce."

//Merry Christmas @goddessofgamma ! I'm sure you figured out who your secret santa was hehehe, I had a lot of fun with this as I love to write but I've never attempted to write thorbruce. So for my poor writing I gave you two mood boards as well. I hope all of it brings you Joy, heres to our good sons being in love! Happy Yule!! //

#marvel #thorbruce #gammahammer #thunderscience #mcu thor #mcu bruce banner #bruce banner #thor odinson #christmas #yule #shorts #one shot #fanfic #writting #secret santa

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mirkwoodshewolf · 8 years ago

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Little ray of sunshine; Bucky x child reader

Here is yet another Bucky x child oneshot. Now BEWARE of murder, HEAVY ANGST but it’ll get better in the end, don’t worry. There are hints of some brotherly STUCKY feels in this and I wanted a true child’s reaction in this story so yeah this will hit ya’ll hard but again I promise it’ll get better towards the end. Hope you enjoy ;)

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The Winter Solider silently snuck into the house of his next target for HYDRA. He quietly stalked through the house until he found the man HYDRA had sent for him to assassinate. He was hunched over a cupboard almost as if he were looking for something the Winter Soldier readied his gun until he was standing right behind the man. The man stopped what he was doing as his breathing began rapid and his heart raced in fear. He knew who was behind her and said not a word as he shut his eyes slowly, held out his hands in surrender and exhaled softly.

BANG!

The man soon fell dead with blood splattering across the cupboard and the walls. The Winter Soldier had done his job, now all that was left is to return to the HYDRA base and have his memory erased and put back in the cryo-freeze. He was just about to leave when he suddenly heard a noise.

A soft, crying noise. He turned around and took notice that it was coming from the cupboard he also took notice of movement coming from beneath the blankets covering whatever it was that was underneath the covers. He reached out and gently pulled the covers away to reveal a small baby no more than several months old.

The Winter Soldier's eyes flickered with a small spark of shock at the fact that just as he shot his victim, he had done so in front of his child. He had not been told there was a child, but if there were any other eye-witnesses, wipe them.

As the baby rubbed it's eyes and looked up at the man before her she tilted her head in confusion at first before finally happily squealing and cooing up at him. The Winter Soldier's heart ached. He didn't know why but he just couldn't kill this child, but maybe if he secretly hid the child and raised her maybe HYRDA would soon move onto their next target. He picked up the child and took notice of the pink onesie noting that it was a girl. As he held the baby close to him, it cuddled close to him and cooed softly.

The Winter Soldier began to feel something in his chest that wasn't hate or regret, it felt warm and fuzzy like he felt it was right for this baby to be in his arms. It even began to awaken something within him, like visions of his past lie before HYDRA when he began to remember holding a baby once or twice before in his life.

He wrapped the baby up to protect her from the cold and then left the house before lighting a fire to it using a fire grenade to hide any signs of a crime.

Once he had gotten back into HYDRA he immediately went to hiding the baby in his room in the very corner of his closet. He stroked the baby's face with his human hand and whispered.

"I know you won't understand, but you must be very, very, very quiet. You can't let anyone hear you ever. If you hear anyone that doesn't sound like me stay absolutely quiet. Don't make a sound. Okay?" The baby cooed softly and only stared at the soldier. The Winter Soldier hoping she understood closed the door and locked it tight until he would hopefully return to her.

A few days later, The Winter Soldier kept going on assassination trips for HYDRA and thankfully kept him out of cryo-freeze or memory wiping. Any chance he got, he would take his new found baby out and hold her as she would coo up at him giving him that fuzzy feeling in his stomach, even make a smile appear on his face as he would rock the baby, feed it, and take care of it.

Like he was her father now.

One day though as he came back from another mission, he had hoped to spend time with his daughter but when he opened the doors to his closet he was horrified to see that his baby girl was gone.

His mind began racing with the worst possible ideas that could've happen to his only ray of sunshine. It was then he heard loud crying coming down the hallway. His eyes narrowed and darkened as he grabbed his gun and followed the sounds of the crying. He peeked into the room to see three HYDRA soldiers with his sunshine. She was being hung upside down by her ankle as the three HYDRA snakes held out either knife or gun wondering how to silence her insolent yelling.

It was then Bucky Barnes snapped.

He ran at one of the guards and tackled him to the ground repeatedly beating him with his metal arm until he was beaten to death. The other guard withdrew his gun and fired but Bucky dodged all the bullets by blocking them with his metal arm ricocheting the bullets away then Bucky snapped the guard's neck until he had just one guard left who was still holding his daughter. Bucky withdrew his knife spinning it and as the guard suddenly feeling afraid of the Winter Soldier that stood before him like a savage wolf protecting it's pup, he tossed the baby away and took off running but as quick as lightning Bucky caught his little girl and took out his gun shooting the retreating guard in the back of the head just before he could alert the rest of HYDRA.

Bucky dropped the gun and looked over his sunshine who had stopped screaming but still sniffled and whimpered to see if he saw any injuries or bruising on his little girl.

"Shhhh, shh. Don't cry, I'm here. I'm here now". He held his baby close to his shoulder gently patting her back gently bouncing her up and down as he kept whispering soothing words in her ear. It was then Bucky realized he couldn't stay here, especially now that HYDRA knows that there's a baby here and that he was probably the one to bring it here. Quick as he could, he grabbed a small gun to hide in his pants, a blanket to cover his baby up and ran away from HYDRA.

Until he was found by his old friend Steve Rogers a year later.

Now two years later, Bucky and (y/n) the name he had given her were now living at the Avenger's tower with every member of the Avengers, including the additional members like the Maximoff twins, Vision, Loki (surprisingly but after helping Thor with saving the world from the dark elves reign he sorta redeemed himself but was still a wild card to certain members of the team), Sam Wilson, and War Machine.

It was just the beginning of the Christmas season and all the Avengers were in a hustle with getting the decorations up, preparing the guest list for the party on Christmas Eve, figuring out what foods were gonna be provided, gift shopping, anything to make Avengers Tower ready for Christmas. Little (y/n) who was now 4 years old was trying to put up a mistletoe above the doorway. She pulled up a chair to see if the extra height would help her but she was just a few inches shorter than the door even with the chair.

"Need a hand?" She was soon lifted up and she looked down to see her cousin Pietro holding her up and (y/n) got the mistletoe hung up right at the center of the door.

"Thank you Pietro".

"No problem, now if I'm correct, you are now suppose to give me a kiss" he gesture to his cheek making (y/n) giggle but just as she was about to give him his peck on the cheek, she suddenly disappeared in green and gold light. "What the—Loki!" It was then Loki now stood a few feet away from Pietro under another Mistletoe (Tony thought it would be funny to put a mistletoe under every doorway, ceiling, even places you wouldn't expect just to see who got caught under one).

"Now then my little one, I believe I deserve a kiss". (y/n) not wanting to hurt her uncle's feelings gave him a peck on the cheek making Loki smile a true smile. He then pecked her cheek multiple times as he tickled her sides making her laugh and squirm in his arms.

"Hey if we're giving kisses to (y/n) under the mistletoe I want in!" Exclaimed Tony.

"Get in line Stark because I'm next!" Clint said.

"In your dreams hawk man, besides falcons are the faster bird so you're gonna have to wait your turn after me!" Sam proclaimed.

"You lot are so tiny! And Puny! Lady (y/n) wishes to have my kiss under the mistletoe!" exclaimed Thor.

"Zhat is not fair! I got mine stolen!" Pietro cried out. It was then all the boys starting fighting over who would be the next best uncle/cousin to kiss little (y/n) under the mistletoe.

"Alright! Alright enough! You boys are horrible. Fighting over who (y/n) will kiss next, you boys should be ashamed of yourselves!" Natasha exclaimed as she took (y/n) from Loki and towards the living room. "You little missy will grow up to be such a heartbreaker".

"Not if I have anything to say about it!" All the boys exclaimed.

"Ohh okay, whatever you say," it was then Natasha pecked (y/n)'s cheek and smirked to the boys and gestured with her eyes to see a mistletoe hanging above them and the boys who hadn't kissed (y/n) yet all wailed as if it were the end of the world as Natasha took (y/n) to the kitchen to bake some Christmas cookies with Wanda, Vision, and her dad.

A few hours later everything was ready and (y/n) was currently cuddled close with her daddy Bucky on the couch right by the fire. Bucky had really taken (y/n) as his daughter very seriously, she had helped him rekindle his past self and was always his guiding light if he ever had a relapse as the Winter Soldier. As (y/n) observed the rest of her family all resting after a long day of decorating the tower, she began to think back on how she was found and why she was here.

Don't get her wrong she loved her family but she always wondered why she ended up here? Weren't all children suppose to have a mommy and a daddy? She only had a daddy, well not really Bucky only found her because there were some slight differences like she didn't look a thing like him there was nothing, not even eye color *A/N if you have blue eyes just change it I'm sorry in advance*.

She just wanted to know where she truly came from but was always to afraid to ask because she thought she would hurt her father's or even her family's feelings.

But she had to know, something inside was just screaming at her to find out why she was here and how she was found.

"Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I—can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, of course you can baby girl, you can always tell me anything. What is it?"

"Well..... I uhh.....umm—" she wanted to ask it she really did but that fear suddenly came back and the worst outcomes came popping up into her head. Her dad hating her because of it, being kicked out of the tower for hurting her family's feelings, being alone and lost out in the streets of New York.

"Well spit it out sweetheart, I'm not getting any younger". Her dad teased.

"How did you find me?" It was then the other Avengers all sat up in shock and looked at her. Bucky especially froze in fear at her question, hoping that this day would never, ever come.

"What?"

"That's my question, how did you find me? I know I don't look like you, nor do I look like any of the other Avengers, I just want to know why I was found?" The Avengers all remained silent and looked at each other with a soft look in their eyes that could only read sympathy. "You all hate me now don't you?"

"What? What makes you say that sweetie?" asked Tony.

"Because of my question. Because of what I said. Now you all hate me and will throw me out on the streets where I have to be alone and never see any of you again!" (y/n) rambled on as tears formed in her eyes and her shoulders shook in a light sob.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey shhhh, shhh, shshshsh" Bucky held her closer to his chest and rocked her to stop her crying. Soon Bucky passed her to Steve who held onto her, kissing and rocking her back and forth for awhile. He then passed her to Natasha, who passed her to Clint, soon all the Avengers got their chance to comfort their littlest member of the team with warm hugs, gentle rocks, sweet words, and comforting kisses until she was passed back to her father.

"Sweetheart, we do not hate you. That is literally an impossible thing to do" Tony said.

"Little dove, if we were to hate you, then that would be the start of Ragnarok itself" Loki stated.

"(Y/n) we would never hate you for asking a question like that. So don't you ever think that way again that we would, you understand?" Clint said.

(Y/n) nodded and wiped away her tears with her sleeve and sniffled one last time as Bucky stroked her back and kissed her on top of her head.

"I think it is time that you did know the truth on how I found you, but I think I may need your god-father Steve to help me with this one". Steve stood up and sat on the other side of Bucky and (y/n) and assured him. "Take your time Buck, she'll understand". Bucky turned away and took a deep breath and exhaled deeply and soon began his tale.

"(Y/n); I just want you to know that what you're about to hear is true, I'm—I'm not proud of what I did, but that's because I was captured and brainwashed by very, very, very bad people that Steve and I had been fighting against for a long, long time now, even longer than any of the other Avengers here," Bucky then started to explain to (y/n) about how he was assigned by HYDRA to kill a man know as (your father's name here) because he had Intel on some material that HYDRA needed to help build their "Project Insight". He began to explain how he himself pulled the trigger as her real father was what he originally thought was hiding the Intel her had but was actually hiding her from being found by HYDRA.

Bucky every now and then turned away as his eyes were red with tears and tried to stop them from falling until he was done with his story for his ray of sunshine to know that the man who had found and raised her had killed her real father and didn't even flinch.

"You—so you killed my real daddy?" Bucky refused to answer but his eyes of pure sadness and regret answered for her. (Y/n) didn't know how to feel. She felt anger, sadness, betrayal. "You killed my real daddy!"

"Now (y/n) remember Bucky was—"

"You killed my really daddy and then stole me away! YOU'RE A MONSTER!!" She then ran away crying as Bucky remained still.

"Buck?" Steve started but then Bucky took off running. He didn't stop until he reached the gym level and once he got there.

Bucky totally snapped.

He screamed at the top of his lungs, punched holes in the walls with his metal arm, knocking over equipment, just letting out his sorrow and anger by completely trashing the gym.

"Bucky! Bucky! BUCKY!!!!" He paused and turned to see Steve and the rest of the Avengers standing by the entrance all in shock at what Bucky had done. Steve slowly went up to him and placed both hands on his shoulders and as Bucky fell to his knees sobbing hysterically, Steve embraced his friend in a brotherly hug comforting his best friend.

"She's gone. She's gone, she's gone she's gone she's gone".

"No Buck, she's just trying to grasp everything she's been told, she'll come around. I promise".

"And uhh, I'm just stating the fact that you know owe me some serious cash for the gym" Tony stated bluntly making the other Avengers glare at him and Natasha gladly hit him across the head. She walked up towards her old enemy and knelt down beside him and said.

"Give her time, your little ray of sunshine will come around". It was then the elevator opened again to reveal a teary eyed (y/n) with Loki standing beside her. The team cleared a path leaving Bucky and (y/n) to stare at each other teary eyed. (Y/n) turned to Loki and he looked down at her and nodded with a gentle smile. (Y/n) sniffled and whimpered before crying out and running towards Bucky.

"I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY DADDY!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and continued to sob out. "You aren't a monster! I'm sorry I called you a monster daddy! I promise to never be mad at you again! I DON'T HATE YOU!!" Bucky's heart melted and he immediately embraced his daughter back as the rest of the Avengers watched with loving eyes at the sight before them then leaving them to give them some privacy.

*EXTENDED ENDING*

"So reindeer games, what did you say to the kid?" Tony asked.

"That is just between me and her alone". Loki then disappeared and in his room took out a photo of him and Thor as kids and held it close to his heart praying for those old days once more but he would never admit it out loud.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes x child reader #child fluff #fluff #bucky barnes x reader

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Everybody* Loves Baldur

We are going to take a DETOUR from Arthurian mythos and Robin “Psychopath In The” Hood stories to explore the bizarre and extravagant lands of Old Norse mythos. Now, I know I say this about lots of different mythos, but, boy oh boy, Norse mythos, wild stuff, you’ll see. Today, we’ll talk about the supposed owner of a gate a lot of people who like classic Western RPGs are familiar with: Baldur.

Now, before even getting into Old Norse mythos, you need to understand something: No one is fully sure what Old Norse mythos is. A lot of scholars are not sure what the hell some characters are supposed to even be, but at least, unlike Irish mythos, we have mostly accurate ways to pronounce their names, so at least we can refer to them by name properly while we wonder what the fuck is going on instead of being stuck at “Dfk... Dufil... Dukfil... THAT DUDE went and asked Medb something”. But the thing is, Norse mythos is mostly preserved in its general gist, since a lot of the writings dealing with the itty gritty details are often damaged so there’s lotsa personal conjecture.

BUT TODAY YOU MUSTN’T WORRY ABOUT ANY OF THAT BECAUSE BALDUR’S STORY IS ONE OF THEM WELL PRESERVED ONES, HAHA, PSYCHE, I BET I HAD YER KNICKERS IN A TWISTER. Aaalright, so, Baldur, Baldur’s the god of Light, or maybe Love, possibly Peace, no one is sure because he is never explicitly mentioned as being a “god of this thing”, but it’s mostly assumed he is the God of Light because of something I’ll mention later, and the thing with Baldur is that EVERYONE loves him. Baldur’s super hot and super nice, and he knows it, but he isn’t stuck up about it, he’s honestly the ideal person, Norse people back then would often beg for Baldur’s blessings on their newborn babies so they would be hot and cool like him. Practically everyone likes Baldur. Hell, it gets to such a point that, in another story not entirely relevant to today’s, the giantess Skadi, who is the first recorded person in history and lore to have a raging foot fetish, saw these GORGEOUS toes and immediately assumed “THOSE GOTTA BE BALDUR’S, ONLY BALDUR CAN HAVE FEET THIS GOD DAMN BEAUTIFUL, I AM GONNA SUCK THOSE TOES” and asked for marriage immediately, except, the feet weren’t Baldur’s, they were Njord’s (another god), and Skadi was like “aw fuck” and they got married because Njord happened to be a macrophile and liked his women big, but as with all marriages shotgunned into place by fetishes and a lack of contact, they ended up divorcing. BUT THAT is another story (and a good one, Skadi’s a fun lady). The point is, Baldur is so widely god damn loved that shit like this apparently happened a couple of times. You know you are a Pussy Destroyer when someone gets Schrodinger’s Married because it could possibly be you.

So Baldur was basically living the life, being nice, hot, and beloved, when one day, he starts having bad dreams. In these dreams, Baldur dies. Now, this is the part where you say “uh ok”, and this is the part where I explain “DREAMS WERE ALWAYS PROPHETIC IN NORSE MYTHOS” and now you say “oh”. So yeah, Baldur was going to die. Which made zero sense, because he is a god, and thus, biologically immortal (as in, [Shirou voice] only dies if he’s killed, won’t die of old age), so if he was going to die, it meant that someone was plotting to kill him. So Baldur goes to his daddy, Odin, and he’s crying and holding onto his blanket so Odin gets worried, as any father does, and asks “SON, DID YOU GET A BOO BOO, WHAT IS WRONG”, and Baldur explains he’s been dreaming he’s gonna die, and Frigg (his mother, Odin’s wife, the goddess also known as Frea, not to be confused with Freya) is also really sad because she’s also been dreaming that Baldur’s gonna kick the bucket, and in Norse mythos, when TWO whole people have the same dream, that’s basically something that WILL happen. Also, it makes no sense, because everybody loves Baldur, so who the fuck would want him dead? You know what else makes no sense? That Odin seems to forget his piece of shit son Loki exists. WAU.

So, shit, alright, fuck, we gotta deal with this, pronto, and Powermom is here to help. Frigg gets on her soccer mom van and drives at full speed across the Norse world and makes everything promise that they will not harm nor kill Baldur, ever. Notice I said everyTHING and not everyONE. That’s right, fellas, Frigging Frigg talked to absolutely everything in the world and made them promise to not kill Baldur, which was actually pretty easy, because everyone was like “yeah sure man we love Baldur, why would we harm him in the first place, we just want his autograph and his babies”, because if you are hot and nice, the world is yours. So now the whole world promised to not harm Baldur under any circumstance. The whole world, except the mistletoe, because the mistletoe was too young to make promises, so Frigg didn’t make it swear anything aND YOU NO DOUBT KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING. It’s like when I tell you “So SIegfried is invulnerable EXCEPT for a leaf shaped spot on his back” or “Achilles is impervious to all damage EXCEPT in his tendon”, old literature was kinda UNCOUTH AND HEAVY on the foreshadowing, as reading mythology will often tell you.

So Baldur is now literally impervious to all forms of damage, because the world promised not to harm him. So what do you do when you are undamageable? Why, you get shit thrown at you for kicks and giggles! The god damn gods, with Baldur also into it, straight developed this hobby of having B-Boy stand in the middle of the hall while everyone threw spears and arrows and axes and rockets and chairs at him just for a laugh and watch as they all missed or failed to injury him in the slightest because, hey, promises are promises. This is the part where I tell you that Humans Have Always Been Humans, even gods, because if we have the opportunity to do something incredibly stupid like lugging javelins at a dude just to see what happens if we know it won’t hurt him, you damn right know we will. So they gods are getting shitfaced and rowdy with this whole Put The Spear On Baldur game they made up, when Loki, using his Robbie Rotten powers to disguise into an old lady, approaches Fregg, who was having a laugh watching at literally everyone throw sharp shit at her invincible son.

“HEY FREGG, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS”

“Oh, you know, the world promised not to harm Baldur, see, so now we are just throwing shit at him, it’s ok”

“Everything promised not to harm him?”

“Well, yeah, everything except the mistletoe, because it’s too young to make promises, but it’ll be alright”

“YES INDEED VERY VERY ALRIGHT”

So Loki fucks off and goes to find a mistletoe, naturally. And this one isn’t for kissing, no sir, because Loki somehow sharpens the mistletoe and makes it into a mistlefoe, and fashions a god damn spear out of the mistlefoe because Fuck You He’s Loki And He Can Do That. Now, we all know a good trickster doesn’t get his own hands dirty, so he’s going around with his mistlefoe spear, looking for someone to Do The Deed, when he finds Hod (also known as Hodur), the blind twin brother of Baldur, crying in a corner.

“Sup B, why you crying”

“Well, everyone is having fun throwing miscellaneous war paraphernalia at my bro and they won’t let me in ‘cause I’m blind as a bat and they are afraid I might hit someone else”

“How Unreasonable Of Them To Not Let The Blind Dude Throw Killthings! I have just the thing for you! I will lend you my spear, so go have a swing at B-Boy”

“SU-WEET”

So Hod, armed with the Mistlefoe Spear, takes a running start and throws that sucker with a smile on his face, rolls a natural 20, and deals the Criticalest of fucking Hits on Baldur, landing the spear SQUARE on his heart. Why were they even AFRAID of this dude missing, the guy was clearly a marksman. Except, this was the mistletoe, so it pierced Baldur’s gorgeous, well oiled pectorals easily, stabbed his heart, and killed him dead. Oops.

Odin was like “??????” and was SO PISSED that he went, had mega sex with the giantess Rindr, gave birth to Vali as soon as they were done, and Vali grew into adulthood after a single day and then killed Hod. Do you ever get SO ANGRY that you go have sex with a giantess just to spawn a kid that immediately becomes a warrior JUST to kill a dude that pissed you off? Odin, you could’ve just HIT HIM yourself, what the fuck.

Well, anyways, so everyone was pretty sad because Cool Guy Had Bad Day and died. Messengers everywhere we doling out the news, women wept, men cried, it was a bad day. It was such a bad day that Hel, ruler of, uh, Hell, was like “aw shucks that kinda sucks?”, and as much as she liked the guy, Hel had a job to do as the rule of the underworld, but she decided to make an exception this one time, but only if the world earned it. Hel grabbed her megaphone and yelled “ALRIGHT KIDS, so I know you are all very sad Baldur’s dead and you want him back, so I am going to make a ONE TIME EXCEPTION, I will let him out of the underworld and revive, only, and ONLY, if everyone in the world cries and weeps for him”.

And everyone was like pffff no biggie, we love that dude, let’s CRY, so they did. Hel’s doing the checklist, like some sort of twisted Santa Klaus, checking who’s crying, and the list is almost full, but then she burrows her brow and drops the list. “Well, I guess Baldur is not coming back to life, that one girl didn’t cry” and everyone was like “WHAT WHO”

So Hel points at the giantess Thokk, whose name literally means “thanks”, ironically enough, and says “she ain’t crying, deal’s off” and she closes the Underworld, presumably to fangirl out to Baldur who lived there now. So everyone’s naturally like “THOKK WHAT THE FUCK” but then Freddy from Scooby Doo is like “Wait, there’s something fishy about this” and removes her face and, What Do You Know, It Was Loki In Disguise. He went and ruined EVERYTHING for EVERYONE again. And I don’t simply mean “he made sure someone everyone loved died and stayed dead”, I mean “Loki got Baldur killed and kickstarted the Ragnarok” because Baldur’s death robbed the world of light, hence why he’s assumed to be the God of Light.

So uh

Good job buddy.

Also, Loki literally had nothing to gain from this. Ragnarok’s also a really bad deal for him. He just... Did it. Because.

So the real message of the Story of Baldur is that one very dedicated asshole can and will ruin things for everyone and everything if left to his own devices.

#Loki Ruins Everything Part 501

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