#female Jötunn loki x reader

[lady-rose-moon]

A cool December night

Heya this is my entry for @fictive-sl0th 's Secret Santa!! My entry is for @holdmytesseract

Warnings: fluff, Christmas

Pairing: Loki x Reader

You sat beside the hearth as you watched Loki guide Haven through opening her first set of presents. The little girl was five years old now and would surely remember this Christmas so it was one to definitely splash out on.

"What's that you have there, Haven?" Loki asked with his sweet voice that only you and Haven had the honour of hearing.

Your daughter turned to Loki with a beaming smile and lifted her newfound Avenger!Loki plush to the sky while screaming, "I got daddy!"

Loki smiled and gave a little applause before taking one of the presents from beneath the tree and when he felt the softness beneath the paper, his face dropped and he looked at you with a 'please tell me you didn't' face and practically moaned when you just smirked at him.

Indulging you, Loki ripped the paper and lifted up the green sweater knitted with his horned insignia in the middle of it. Haven admired it with a soft coo while you hid your giggles behind your hand.

Haven gleefully reached for another present as Loki pulled the sweater over his head, deciding it was better to humour you rather than have you pouting and muttering beneath your breath as you usually do when he upset you.

"Momma's sweater!" Haven shrieked as she lifted up a similar sweater only this one was pink and blue - a reflection of Haven's genderfluidity and her pink and blue skins - and she eagerly pulled it over her head before grimacing, "it's scratchy."

"Well, Christmas sweaters are meant to be scratchy, darling," you replied, kissing her hair and smiling when she leaned into the contact eagerly. "That's why no-one wears them at any other time."

You reached under the tree and grabbed the present that contained your sweater and ripped the paper, pulling the sweater over your head and grinning delightedly at your husband and daughter. "See? It's scratchy but I'll wear it because it's tradition," you whispered and winked to your daughter, who nodded and winked back.

Loki stood and smiled as he stroked down the kinks in his sweater. "Little miss, I do believe it's snowing," he whispered to your daughter and delighted at the gasp she released as she ran to the window and confirmed - rather loudly - that it was, indeed, snowing. "You have fifteen minutes," Loki informed her, dressing her in her favourite coat and boots before setting her free into the falling snow.

You stood beside him at the door and wrapped your arm around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder as you smiled at Haven running around in the falling snow and conjuring illusions of more snow. Her nose was starting to tint blue.

"There was one present forgotten," you whispered, looking over at the tree and Loki looked over and only then noted another present lying innocently on the floor beneath the tree.

"So there is," he replied, kissing your forehead and striding over to the tree, picking up the box and smiling as he returned to your side. When he ripped open the wrapping paper, he was confused to find the box wrapped again and he huffed as he ripped through that before opening the top of the present and freezing when he saw the tiny jumper inside that could only fit an infant - WAIT A MINUTE!

"Is... is that...?" he mumbled weakly, unable to look away from the box in fear that it might disappear if he looked away.

You smiled and rested your hand on his arm and your head laid against his shoulder as you hummed, "I'm four months pregnant."

Loki stared at the box and then at you, tears brimming in his eyes as he dropped the box and enveloped you in a tight hug, lifting you from the floor and sobbing happily as he shouted, "we're going to have another baby!"

The rest of the day was spent perfectly. Haven sat beside you and talked to your stomach while Loki made the Christmas dinner and after that, his hand was always finding a reason for being on your stomach or something around the area. You smiled as you got into bed that night, Loki gently caressing your stomach, because you realised that no matter how much pain your family went through, there would always be a miracle waiting around the dark corner.

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Merry Christmas!!!

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Prompts: Christmas sweater, pregnancy reveal

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[tarithenurse]

The Bathhouse

Fandom: MCU (AU) Pairing/starring: Jotun!Loki x Fem!Jotun!reader Content: Non-gender-segregated bathhouse, a bit of fluff and pining, smut, a smidgen of female heat, loss of virginity, naivety, mostly some sort of smut (though not P-in-V...this time). A/N: So this is actually from something else I’m working on just for myself but it had vibes that I thought I could use for some fun with Loki. Betaed by the lovely TanteFrutsel-CreativeNurse!

The Bathhouse

It has been a long day and you’re tired but even so you sneak past your friends’ doors at the inn and make your way down the stairs where the innkeeper is sitting with his book. A sideways glance reveals that it’s a volume of “Tusk Love” which you’ve never heard of.

Out onto the street and past the darkening homes, you can’t help but clutch at the concealed daggers although you feel surprisingly at home here in Utgarde. It’s just...it’s a new place and recent events have grown deep roots. It doesn’t make it easier that you feel like a stranger in your own body what with the delicate changes of the heat.

Living as long as Jötunn do, nature has decided to play a cruel trick on the females and only allow them to be fertile once every century... the heat, as this period is called, lasts for at least half a year in which they have to deal with several physical changes.

Reaching the bathhouse, the place looks closed and you are dubious when you push on the door but it swings inwards, allowing you entry to the antechamber with the reception where a flustered matron stands, wringing her hands and with curlers in the hair as though she’s been roused from bed and barely had time to dress.

“I’m terribly sorry,” she snips, “but we’re closed.”

“I was told to come.”

Before you can give more of an explanation a voice comes from the beyond the arches where the springs are: “She’s here on my behest.”

You continue into the changing area with the woman trailing behind, complaining quietly.

“Now leave us, please.” Loki sounds bored but authoritative, stirring something in you. It could be his demeanour or his rank, either way the matron leaves, pointing at a stack of towels on her way out.

The changing room has a series of smaller cubicles for private disrobing as well as a low bench snaking through the area. On the one end closest to the bath is a bunch of familiar clothes folded neatly and with a set of daggers lying on top.

Undressing, you discard your own weapons too although a knot forms in the belly at the idea of being unarmed. Then you grab a towel and wrap it around your torso before proceeding past the archway.

There’s a lot more steam than during the daytime when you would normally visit as though the springs run hotter at night. The sulphuric scent mingles with that of sweet incense burning in a pot to the side. That wasn’t there last time. Loki is resting in his true form in the water at the far side of the pool, facing the entry directly, and he lifts a dripping and muscular arm to wave at the newcomer.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” he admits.

And I’m not sure I should stay, you think. Still, you step forward, stepping into the bath wearing nothing but a short swath of fabric that you find entirely inadequate in spite of Jötunn traditions but at least it covers the most important bits. Loki isn’t shy to look, his red gaze travelling your form before meeting your own faintly glowing eyes and remaining there until you’re sat down, towel soaking up the water, making it cling to your body.

You sigh. The hot spring really lives up to its name. With eyes closed you dip down below the surface to wet your hair.

Upon resurfacing, you keep your eyes shut as you wipe the water from your face. “Now tell me...what brings me here?” you shrug blindly, unsure of what else to say but it turns out any more sentences probably wouldn’t have made it past your lips as the god cups your face with a hand and kisses your softly.

*SLAP*

It’s a knee-jerk reaction, caused more by bafflement than anger or fear and the moment your palm impacts with his cheek, you regrets it.

“Sorry!” you blurt simultaneously, leaving the other gaping.

You have rarely been the type that dreamed about kissing etc but this development is very far from anything you could have ever imagined. Shifting uncomfortably where you sit, you glance over at your friend and find that he has moved away and turned his back to you completely, fingers gripping the black tresses tightly.

“Please forgive me, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry,” he repeats under his breath.

As he mutters, you get up and slowly moves over, stretching out a hand to settle on his shoulder which makes him freeze under the touch. “No...I shouldn’t have...you just surprised me, is all.”

Turning and grabbing your hand as it falls, there’s a desperation in the god’s eyes that you don’t understand but you find nothing threatening there and so don’t back away when he closes the distance one careful step at a time.

He breathes heavily, hungrily. “I should leave.”

“Oh alright...but why?”

“It’s your...your scent...it changes when you’re in heat,” he grits out but stays put, still clutching your hand.

Holding your breath as if that could help, you consider everything you know about the nature of the heat you’re going through but you cannot recall anyone ever telling you about this effect.

“Does it...hurt you?” you ask naively.

A shiver passes through Loki from the top of his head and down, carrying with it your gaze which lands on something you have never seen before and you instinctively know that this is not meant for you to gaze upon. Snapping your eyes shut, warmth rising to your face, all the awkward lessons at school come rushing into your mind although they are coloured by something new now. Curiosity. Desire. Something within you is calling back, responding to the god’s desperation.

“No,” he chuckles darkly, “you’re are absolutely not hurting me...far from.”

“Then...is there anything I can do?”

“Tell me to leave.”

“And if I don’t?”

Loki closes his eyes for a second and shakes his head so slightly you almost miss it. When he opens them again he looks at you and asks,“Let me kiss you one last time?”

You have barely nodded before his mouth is upon you, stealing a kiss and your breath. Strong hands cup your face, tilting your head gently to allow him better access as his tongue sweeps the seam of your lips which automatically part.

After a second of flailing, you grab hold of him, pulling you closer together in spite of the prodding to your lower abdomen. You need the support or you would lose all sense of balance, of up and down...but soon enough your hands begin to wander, skating over his broad shoulders and down his back, teasing a new ripple to be released and pucker the blue skin under which his muscles bunch taut as if he’s restraining himself physically.

Then, just as sudden as he’d begun, Loki releases you and steps back several paces, leaving you with your arms stretched out before you, trying to reach him.

Something more than blood is coursing through your veins, throbbing at your core. You don’t quite understand it but you know one thing: you want more.

“[Y/N],” he gasps for breath, “this isn’t what I had planned.”

“I believe you.”

You move up to him once more and this time you’re the one to glide a hand around his neck, pulling him down for a new kiss which he gladly gives into for a moment before lifting his head up against your grip with a soft groan.

“Are you sure?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one to ask you that?” you mumble against his lips.

The strong Jotunn guides you to the edge of the pool, carefully removing the towel and lifting you up until you’re seated on the edge. “I could never regret you.” A perfect hand pushes against your sternum, slowly driving you onto your back while he slots his hips between your knees. “I know I cannot...but let me give you this instead...” Before you can ask what he means by that, he shushes you.

His grip is light enough that you could resist it when Loki pushes your legs apart, revealing your most intimates. Watching between the slopes of your breasts, you see him lick his lips before lowering himself to deliver a kitten lick to the sensitive folds.

You’ve never touched yourself there save for the practicality of cleaning. Nothing could have prepared you for the odd, delicate sensation of the increasingly dedicated strokes of the god’s tongue – sometimes broad, caressing all of your core at once, and sometimes pointed and directed to the bundle of nerves at the very front. It catches you off guard when your pelvis begins to rise on its own accord from the floor as an intensity builds within you. Loki grabs your hips, holding them in place and you can feel his smile against the puffy, lower lips.

“Loki, I...” you moan without really knowing what you want to say.

You’re on the verge of something new and you want him to bring you there despite the trepidation for this unknown.

Releasing your pearl with a soft pop, he smiles up at you with a glistening mouth. “It’s alright, I got you,” and with that he returns to the ministrations.

It comes as a rush, crashing through your body in waves until you’re a moaning and writhing mess. Fingers claw for anything to hold on to, finding only his hair as your back arches off the cool stone floor. Again and again you mewl his name.

Slowly, lapping at your core lazily, he helps bring you down from this new high until you can finally breathe evenly again.

“Fucking hell,” you sigh, staring up at the ceiling while still quivering.

A strangled grunt from Loki makes you look for him: his fist is holding onto his shaft, pumping it and drawing your curiosity despite feeling abashed at that and what has just transpired.

“Please...touch your breasts for me,” Loki pleads and you obey without hesitation.

Testing at first, you quickly find that the nipples are overly sensitive, sending goosebumps down your body when you roll them between the fingers. You also cup the breasts fully, squeezing them and for the first time in your life admiring their form.

“Just like that,” he groans, hand moving more furiously.

A curiosity strikes you and you slip a hand between your legs, tracing the wetness there until you hone in on the clit which makes you shudder. Hesitantly at first but then with greater need, you begin to rub small circles onto the sensitive spot, encouraged by the words of praise that Loki showers you with until he suddenly growls your name and stutters, pearly white leaking between his fingers as his head falls back.

In that moment, he’s the most beautiful you’ve ever seen: fragile yet strong and so incredibly sensual with parted lips.

He sinks to his knees and you slip into the water in alarm, catching him in your arms and relishing in the nearness of him. It takes a moment before you realize that he’s talking to you, slurring his words slightly because his lips are pressed to your blue skin.

“...not what I planned. I wanted to court you first. To bring you to my favourite places or learn of yours, wine and dine...treat you like you deserve.”

You’re stunned at the revelation but manage to gather you wits. “There’s still time for that.”

Loki’s hands find your waist, thumbs running circles below the ribs and causing you to shiver especially when he adjusts the grip so he can graze the bottom of your breasts. Slowly but surely his attention is diverted, split between fondling them and your ass.

“For so long,” Loki confesses, “I’ve been admiring you from afar.” His fingers slide along your hipbone, tracing the vee until delving between your still slick folds, making you whimper.

He turns you around, sitting you between his legs so you can feel the half-erect cock against your back as you lean against his chest. Long arms cage you in, holding you securely but gently as he continues the circular movements you yourself had initiated earlier.

“I don’t have words to explain why I love you,” the god whispers hoarsely in your ear, “but please let me try to show you.”

You nod mutely, breath already uneven as heat pools in your core.

It takes little time before he has reignited the burning ecstasy within you and you tumble over this strange precipice once more, calling out his name on ragged puffs of air.

This time, Loki simply holds you as you descend from the high, rocking you gently and whispering sweet nothings to you that make your heart swell with the knowledge that he loves you.

[chantsdemarins]

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Presenting Our Rightful Jötunn King…Loki

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Collapsing into the Arms of Chaos (Loki X Female Reader)

Summary: ⚔︎ The house of Odin has been inspiring the deadly reign of the Midgardian Vikings for hundreds of years.

With clan after clan brought under their brutal rule with no end in sight, Loki begins to resent his role when yet another bloody siege on your village leaves your clan devastated.

In a brash disagreement with Odin that wounds Loki, he banishes himself to your village, arriving as an injured mysterious outsider, where your paths cross and intertwine as you reluctantly heal him.

In a stark pact to save his life and yours, you marry. Will you discover your new husband is the dark god responsible in part for inspiring the Vikings in their deadly raids?

How long can Loki hide who he really is, and at what price?

Smut Rating: 🔥🔥🔥🔥

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[lostalioth]

𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔 - 𝚕𝚘𝚔𝚒

summary: “i genuinely feel like I am on fire” you groan as you ploped back on the bed. “I think I might die of heat exhaustion I’m so hot” you fuss and huff as you sit up to your boyfriend. “let me cool you off love” he offered.

warnings: fluff expect implied smut sort of?, loki x avenger!reader, loki x female!reader (vaguely described), secret relationship, loki turns into his frost giant form, reader wears nothing but undergarments

more of this au here!

You felt as if your entire body was just lit on fire. It was so hot. You hated summer with a burning passion, it was always so unnecessarily hot, and you always felt sticky with sweat.

Summer made you feel gross all over. You groaned as you threw on a simple tank and shorts, hoping to ease the heat radiating off your body. You thought that maybe you should go bug Loki to distract yourself.

Most the rest of the team were out on a mission so you could without being caught.

You smile lightly thinking of him. You missed being affectionate with him, you hadn’t really been able to. The team and especially Thor keep a close eye on Loki since he was forced to join the team. They thought him joining them would keep him out of trouble. The result is however you hardly get actual alone time where you can be affectionate. You missed your boy a lot.

Slowly peeling yourself off your plush bed. You began your descent down the hall to Loki’s room. You made sure to check every corner you could on the way making sure you wouldn’t be interrupted. Eventually you made it there.

“Loki..?” You whisper lightly as you knock softly on his bedroom door.

“Come in..” he groaned as he hadn’t realized it was you. You slowly open his door to find him sitting by his widow reading.

His entire body language switched. His eyes lit up and he stood up straight as he beamed at you. “Oh! Hi darling I’m quite sorry love I didn’t realize it was you at the door.” He smiled brightly. You smiled back and walked straight towards the bed.

“I genuinely feel like I am on fire” you groaned as you plopped back on the bed.

“I think I might die of heat exhaustion I’m so hot” you fuss and huff as you sit up to face your boyfriend. “Let me cool you off love” he offered. Your brows furrowed in confusion. Your mind went one way but that idea doesn’t seem as though you’d cool off, you actually get hotter.

“And how would you do that my love?”

He stood up out of his chair and began walking towards you.

“Well, first bunny you need to strip off your clothes..” his voice had deepened and as he finally reached you his hands set on your hips, slowly hiking your shirt up.

You nodded as your entire body seemed to fill with even more heat. Now you definitely felt like you were on fire.

You began stripping yourself of your clothes with the help of Loki. Leaving you clad in only your sage green undergarments. “Suchh a pretty girl..” he growled as you finished taking off your clothes. You whimpered softly.

“I still don’t see how you’re supposed to be cooling me off. If anything I’m more hot” you bite back trying to remain feisty and not slip away.

Slowly he had begun turning blue. His entire body had turned blue. You knew what this was, it was his Jötunn form though you’d never seen it. Your eyes lite up as his turned red. “Loki..” you beam and he waits on you to continue “You look so handsome my dear…” you smile. “But i don’t see how this will cool me off?” You questioned as you were still quite confused.

“Come to bed my love” he orders instead of answering you. He pulls you on top of the bed and into his arms. His entire body temperature had dropped quite drastically in this form. His body was almost freezing. He engulfed you in his arms and pressed you against his body. The heat melted off your body.

“This is actually working well to cool me off, however I can’t help but feel you’re quite over dressed” you chuckle as you look up at your frosted boyfriend. “I can fix that as well bunny” his chest vibrated lightly as he chuckled before a green light spread over him. He had used his sedir to strip himself down to just his balck boxers.

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat. You’d never seen him this bare before. Your eyes wouldn't stop wandering his entire body. You began to trace his blue abs one by one as well as his v-line. Which resulted in his body stiffening.

That was the thing about Loki, he’d never really been with a woman in this intimate of a way. Sure he’d have some girlfriends but they never lasted quite that long or they only wanted him for the sex part. Most of the Asgardian women wanted his brother for a real relationship.

Not you though. You wanted him. He didn’t understand why but he didn’t question it anymore.

“Bunny..” he growls as your hands proceed to travel more south, slightly tugging the waistband of his boxers down. You weren’t listening. “Darling..” he growled deeper as he gripped down your wrist in one hand and pulled your chin up to break your gaze from his Jötunn body. “Just relax and let me cool you off love..” he demanded as you began to pout at him. “I promise I’ll give you everything you desire and deserve once your body has cooled down” he began to thread his cold fingers through your soft hair.

Your entire body began to flood with heat once again from his words. “Now if you would just stop talking like that, maybe I could cool off but you keep making me hot” you whine back and you hide your flushed face into his bare chest. “But it gets a rise out of you love, god and you make such pretty sounds” he growls pulling you against him even more and pulling your face up to look at him.

“Such a pretty girl” he smiled as his pulled you hard into a loving , heated kiss.

You weren’t gonna be cool anytime soon. And now you were pretty certain Loki would be the death of you instead of the heat.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Scandal Ch. 3 - Loki x Reader

Summary: You find shelter in the freezing lands of Jotunheim, and surprisingly some new allies. But Loki is already coming after you...

Warnings: Angst

Words: ~1500

A/N: Sorry, this one is a little short.

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Only the anchestors keeping watch over you would know just how long you had been resting until your body was eventually able to move again.

As you looked around, you found several pairs of glowing red eyes observing every one of your moves, clashing with the otherwise darkness around you.

You bolted in an upright position, chest waving heavily as your breath was forming a cold mist. Much to your surprise, you were covered in warm furs.

“Worry not” one of them spoke, their body almost inseparable from the icy cave you apparently resided in. “We are a warrior tribe, not warmongers. What do we gain from killing a weak Asgardian noblewoman and their child?”

“Where is he?!” you choked on your own sob, only able to calm down when yet another giant handed the small bundle into your arms. 

They seemed to have cared for him while you were unable to, having fed and cleaned the small boy who was still impossible to distinguish from those powerful giants.

“What is his name?” A female of them seeked to know.

You stopped in your tracks at her question. Everything happened so fast, there was no time to think about it until now.

“His...his name is...L-Liam*. Liam Lokison.” The unintended alliteration made you smile. Yes, this was a formidable name for such a little fighter.

“Loki, you say?” A row, deep voice drang to your ears, huffing at hearing the name of your husband.

It is him again - Laufey.

Initially, you wanted to express your gratitude for his benevolent hospitality, but concluded it would be better to not interrupt.

“Loki, you say?” he repeated the name, tone laced with venom pumping through his heart. “That pathetic excuse of a Jotunn?”

What in hel did he just say?!

“No wonder that crossbreed of yours is so pathetically tiny.” Laufey would now eye his grandson with great fascination, even though adverse. “A disgrace, just like his father.”

“Wha- what in the realms are you...talking about?”

You took in a sharp breath,pulling the child deeper into your arms and away from his wary eyes.

The king could only laugh at your attempts, finding this farce absolutely amusing.

“Hilarious”, he scoffed, “I take from your reaction that Odin is still the old, pathological liar.”

The Allfather had expected you to die in this environment before you’d ever find out the truth, and even if not - Odin thought Laufey to be wildly ashamed of his son, and he would never admit that this freak was his child.

And that was where he was wrong.

“He still didn’t tell any of you?” The Jötunn thought back to that day of indescribable loss. First and foremost the war with Asgard and them taking away his power, together with the Cascet of Ancient Winters - and then...

“The man you call the God of Mischief was born on Jotunheim, as Laufeyson” he declared, and the following words made your heart clench dreadfully. “For whyever I deserved such misfortune, my firstborn came into this world as a failure.”

“Our world is harsh and unforgiving” Laufey continued and apparently, none of the folk seemed surprised. “It is an act of mercy to erase the weakest of our kind, since they wouldn’t survive either way.”

“Lies” you hissed - but the proof was right there, in your arms. “You are lying!”

However, deep inside, you already knew that his words were true.

Why?

Not minding the surrounding giants, you began crying from all the weight on your heart - mourning over the fate of your lover.

From his very first day, Loki Laufeyson was doomed. His only birthright was failure, exclusion and resentment, with death’s grip constantly at his throat.

“Then-” Connecting the dots, fear overcame your system. “Why did you help me?”

“Too much blood of Asgardians and Jotunns had been shed.”

Now that you thought of it, they had saved you - cared for Liam, even. Neither had they left you to die, nor tried to harm you or the child in any way.

Odin was really the greatest liar in all of history - for there were no monsters in Jotunnheim. Only a different race of people.

“I have stained my own hands in countless battles against your kind. But we are in dire need of peace, Y/N of Asgard. And your child could be the key.”

Anger began boiling inside of you, thoughts still revolving around how Loki had been lied to for all those years - and for what? Diplomacy? Using him like a tool, to control the Jötunn?

“Loki is Asgardian just as much as you are.” Somehow, the king almost sounded pained at the revelation. “He is unaware of his heritage, taught to despise us from childhood on. There is no way he would connect our two cultures with how much hatred he bears in his heart.”

At first, you felt close to passing out once again - the emotional exhaustion being way worse than what your body could take.

Those past two days were just too much for you: Liam’s birth, his genes, being cast out by your own people - and now, knowing that Loki had been lied to and used, even might be in danger at the hands of his own father?!

“So, you want me to...raise him here?” The thought alone made your insides churn, thinking back to your homeland. “I think I have to decline that generous offer.”

“No, not like that.” Laufey slowly approached both of you, wary to not touch your skin in any way. He signalized the want to touch his grandson, and you allowed it.

Of course, in a primal tribe like that, showing weakness was unforgiveable - especially if you were the king.

Yet you couldn’t really describe why, but somehow you knew that Laufey wasn’t as heartless as it appeared to be. Maybe, back then, he really thought his decision to be best - but now?

Everything you could decipher in his orbs as he touched Loki’s child was remorse, yearning and guilt. The loss of his firstborn was still present in his heart, aware that even though alive, they had grown apart from each other beyond repair.

“You need sunlight and warmth to survive.” Homesickness could also kill you, you knew that much. “We only ask of you for visits during his upbringing, so he can learn our ways and traditions. See both sides of the coin.”

A bridge between worlds, huh?

On the one hand, it was a huge responsibility you would burden on your child - yet you knew that at least learning about his heritage was his birthright.

Never you would allow yourself to dwell on comfortable lies like Odin, just because you didn’t want to be condemned for the past!

You would save Loki, as well as ensure this wonderful child’s future!

“Laufey, my king and inlaw, so it shall be. This child is now part of your tribe, as much as it is Asgardian.”

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[Several weeks later]

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Laufey looked down on the Asgardian prince, standing in front of the gates of the Jotunn village.

“I demand on seeing my wife, you dull creatures!” Loki materialized a dagger, threatening to throw it right into the Jötunn’s eye. “Whatever you’ve done to her, I will repay a thousand times!”

Unimpressed, Laufey spoke “I see Odin has taught you his manners. Violent, hotheaded and selfish. No wonder she did not stay with you.”

“I ask you this one last time: Where. Is. Y/N?!”

Without any second thought, the God of Mischief had left in secret, facing the giants all alone without help of his brother or soldiers.

Because your husband was devastated beyond relief.

Without you at his side, the half-god had completely lost his way. All this time since he thought you dead, nothing could save Loki from his own mind.

For weeks, he wouldn’t leave his chambers, sitting in the dark for hour after hour without nourishing his body in the slightest.

He was haunted by how your belongings reminded him of those blissful days of your marriage. Your scent was still present on those now empty bedsheets, fogging his mind and keeping him from much-needed sleep.

The only matter he busied himself with aside from screaming and crying until his throat went sore, were the thoughts of what could be:

Knowing himself responsible for your imminent demise was eating him alive - even if that child wasn’t his, if only he didn’t rush things and would’ve let some time pass, to become clear-headed again as he was now.

Would Loki be able to forgive you and live on, overcome this hardships like so many before?

Most certainly! Because he needed you at his side, more than anything else.

Loki Odinson couldn’t live without the light of his life.

And if there was even the slightest chance of you still being alive, he would claim what was his and start anew.

“Loki, your eyes are wide open, and yet you don’t seem to see the full picture.”

When Laufey refused to descend to the entrance, Loki would immediately teleport himself towards the giant, blade aiming at his throat. “You will answer to your crimes, monster!”

The king was able to repel the attack by grabbing the god’s wrist - yet instead of the incoming pain Loki was expecting, merely his clothing froze into crumbles...

...and his limb turned in a shade of dark blue.

“You’ve grown strong, my son.”

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*Liam is a irish name, meaning “strong-willed warrior” or “protector”.

[hajimesh]

lokasenna pt. 3

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Jötunn!Loki x Healer!Reader

Summary: It’s your first day as a healer in Utgard. What can go wrong?

A/N: i was watching a movie the other day and they spoiled me GOT, you could hear me screeching all the way to mars. also, for this chapter i made up some medical stuff, you’ll see, and yeah i just hope it doesn’t look ridiculous. feedback is very much appreciated, enjoy! *gif not mine*

Previous chapter

- þrír -

Once the meeting was over, you were shown to you chambers. They were in the east wing of the castle, while Loki's were on the west wing. A guard escorted you and once you were in front of your door he left right away. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. Looking back at the ice doors you were reluctant to push them, especially after what happened earlier. You decided to try pushing them with your foot and, thankfully, it worked.

You entered the room and the first thing you noticed was the bed: it was made of ice.

Groaning to yourself you dropped your things in a corner and walked to a door that stood on your left. Opening it you realized you had your own bathroom, letting out a sigh of relief you thanked the norns for at least having privacy. A knock on your door caught your attention and you walked back at the bedroom.

A guard stood there, eyeing you with disgust. "Your Majesty wishes to have a word with you, healer."

And without another word he turned on his heels and walked away.

It looked like everyone tended to do that here.

* * * *

After twenty minutes of walking, you finally made it to Prince– well King Loki's chambers. The guards opened the doors and you stepped in. There he stood, on his balcony staring outside. He looked lost in his thoughts with his brows knitted and a frown on his mouth. The noise the door made when the guards closed them got him out of his trance. Finally turning around, he began making his way towards you.

With a small bow you addressed him.

"Did your Majesty request my presence?"

He hummed in knowledge. "When do you plan to start your duties, healer?"

"Right away if that is what your Majesty wants." It felt weird to call him that, but you knew if you didn't he'd make your stay here worse than it already is.

"Very well, you may start tomorrow. I expect a good work from you, after all, you are representing Asgard and its rulers. Understood?"

Nodding your head you answered him. "Yes, your Majesty.”

* * * *

The next day you woke up feeling a bit better. You didn't sleep much due to the nerves but it was enough. You stood up and made your way to your bathroom drawing yourself a bath. Grabbing some of the herbs and oils you brought from Asgard, you threw them into the water and conjured a handful of flowers so you could use the petals as decoration. Once the bath was ready, you got in and allowed yourself to relax.

Deciding to mentally prepare yourself for the day, you tried to put on an optimistic attitude. Today is going to be a good day. You repeated the words over and over again, like a mantra, as if saying them multiple times would make you believe them. Gliding softly the tips of your fingers onto the water you let your magic flow and mingle around the petals. This always had a calming effect on you, you discovered it a few years ago on a particularly bad day at the palace's infirmary.

Soldiers were coming from a battle near the outskirts of the city and they were badly injured. One in particular, had received a poisoned dagger on his thigh and your job was to stop the bleeding and prevent the poison from spreading all over his body. You still couldn't control your powers very well and at the end of the day he passed away, his heart giving up against the poison. You felt so guilty at the time and Frigga saw your distress. She took you away and prepared you a bath and tea herself, humming a lullaby for you the whole time and then taking you to bed. You still hadn't calmed down so she told you to release your magic, to let it flow around you and feel its power. Once you did, she released hers and gently grazed it around yours, warmth and calmness overcoming you. After ten minutes you were peacefully asleep on the All-Mother's arms. Since that day, she went from being your Queen to being your mother. Always watching over you.

With a sigh, you stopped your magic and got up. Not wanting to be late on your first day, you ended the rest of your routine rather quickly and made your way to the infirmary. All the way you tried to think about what to say as an introduction but once you stepped in the infirmary all words were forgotten.

Female Jötnar, that you presume are healers, stared at you expressionless. You tried looking around for a friendly, more approachable face, but fond none. Exhaling in defeat, you decided to introduce yourself.

"Hello… um my name is Y/N, from Asgard."

They just kept staring at you, this time with a raised eyebrow.

"I am expected to work here as a healer? I-It's under King Loki's commands." You continue nervously, unsure if you said the right thing.

Before anyone had time to react, a group of jötnar suddenly broke into the room. Some were injured and others were carrying those who could not walk properly. Screaming and loud words were heard in a different language, one you did not know.

The jötnar healers quickly gathered in a circle and seemed to be in a deep discussion, nodding their heads and looking at you. After a few seconds, one of them approached you.

"Very well, it seems it is time for you to prove yourself worthy to carry the title of healer, Asgardian. Follow me." You only nodded in response and followed her.

She brought you towards one of the severely injured jötnar and pushed you closer to him. He was a well built soldier and it seemed as if he had been dragged across hel and back.

"Male Jötunn attacked by a Marmennill. Stabbed five times, tree times in his upper right abdomen, twice on the chest. Dislocated shoulder and broken legs." She looked at you and smiled. "All yours." Turning on her heels, she left.

You were still staring at her, open mouthed, when a pained groan brought you back to reality. Turning to face the Jötunn, you began to think how to heal him. The stabbing on his chest was what worried you the most, because it was very likely that his heart was compromised. And at the same time, the stabbing on his abdomen surely damaged the liver. This was serious but you had done it before.

Quickly you made your way to the cabinets, looking for the herbs you needed and some clean towels. You returned to the injured soldier and explained him what it was that you were doing.

"Sir your condition is very delicate, I must make sure your heart and organs are well and try to find any internal bleeding. Your shoulder and legs do not need my attention immediately so I will be focusing on the stabbing."

With a light nod the Jötunn allowed you to continue, but before you were able to, one of the healers came to examine your work.

"What is it that you are doing?" She questioned you with an air of superiority.

"I have decided to check his chest and abdominal wounds, I'm highly concerned about his heart and liver conditions. Because of that, I will be-“

But before you could finish, she abruptly interrupted you. "Heart and liver? And why is that?"

Confused, you mull over her words trying to see if you misunderstood her. She raised her eyebrows expectantly and you answer her, still confused.

"Because his wounds are located exactly where this organs are. The liver is on the upper right side of the abdomen and the heart on the chest. Perhaps even the lungs could be compromised."

You looked back at the Jötunn soldier making sure the wounds were where you had just said. But then, a loud laugh broke into the room making chills go down your spine. You turned towards the sound and you were surprised to see the healer, who was with you, in hysterics. You glanced around the room confused, what was wrong with her?

Finally composing herself after a few more seconds, she looks at you and then to the rest of the room.

“Behold, the great Asgardian healer. So grand and oh so wise!" She looked mockingly at you before continuing. "That she does not know basic anatomy of the Jötnar."

A few laughs could be heard around the infirmary. Still confused, you were about to question her when she decided to continue.

"Oh poor little healer. Thinking that her Asgardian body is similar to a Jötunn one." She started walking closer to you and, instinctively, you took a step back. "Livers are on the upper left side of the abdomen." Another step forward form her, another step back from you. "The heart is on the far left side of the chest and it is not so fragile as yours, it would take more than a stab to harm it."

You kept taking steps backwards until you stumbled on a desk. The healer had cornered you and no one seemed to be willing to rescue you from her. Looking back at her red eyes, she growled at you.

"And even if it were to be severely harmed, our hearts are not responsible of our lives. We depend on our brains and that is the biggest difference between you and me, Asgardian."

Her face was now so close to you that you could not escape her eyes. A cold feeling sat on your neck and suddenly you were running out of air. She had a strong hold on your neck and your whines and groans seemed to annoy her more because her grip tightened even more. No one did anything but watch, enjoying the show.

"Filthy Asgardian, thinking yourself above of us. This is how thing are done in Utgard and like it or not, there is no place for you in my infirmary. Now get out before I kill you with my bare hands!”

She released her grip on your neck and you dropped to your knees coughing. You tried to catch your breath as blood rushed to your brain, temporarily deafening you. You felt dazed, the lack of oxygen putting you in a weak state.

"Did you not hear what I said? GET OUT!"

A whimper left your mouth and tears blurred your vision. You couldn't stand up you felt weak and nauseous, your neck and head hurting so badly.

"You filthy healer, I am going to end you! Stupid creature I-"

The doors of the infirmary slammed open and gasps were heard. You couldn't lift your head to look at the new intruder but once you heard the voice, you knew things were about to get much worse.

"What in the nine realms is this!?"

King Loki was here and did not sound happy.

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[ao3feed-lokiangst]

Beauty and the Monster (Loki x Reader AU)

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2wTgvpC

by swagtama

Because of his cruel and arrogant ways, Prince Loki has been turned into a hideous monster. The spell can only be broken if Loki can allow someone into his heart, and win his way into their heart as well.

(Y/N) has only ever wanted to read and go on adventures, not burdened by the way society believes she should live and act.

When these two collide, will (Y/N)'s headstrong, warm compassion be enough to thaw the ice that covers Loki's heart? (Rated E for now since there will be eventual smut, violence, and character death)

Words: 540, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Beauty and the Beast (1991)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Peter Quill, Stan Lee, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Wade Wilson, Deadpool, Jarvis (Iron Man movies)

Relationships: Loki/Reader, Loki x Reader, Loki & Reader, Loki/you, Loki/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Beauty and the Beast AU, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Reader is Belle, Romance, Humor, Angst, Character Death, Violence, Eventual Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fantasy, Slow Burn, Jötunn Loki, Loki is Beast, fairytale

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2wTgvpC

[lady-rose-moon]

Halloween Special || CITM special edition ||

So while writing the second part to 'potential', I decided that since Halloween is only a few days away, I would go back to one of my older fics. Thomas Sharpe/Loki handling a Halloween with Y/N and Haven!

This is part of the "Cabin in the mountain" collection! You can read part 1 here

Summary: Haven is now six years old and Loki decides to show them what Midgardian Halloween is all about!

Loki had rented a house for the week in the countryside of Yorkshire for Haven to fully experience the wonder of Halloween. The God was aware that his reign as King regent while Odin remained in his sleep had taken his bond away from his child due to the meetings and visits to places in Asgard but Haven was determined to find a way to spend time with her daddy. Naturally, she suggested Halloween on Midgard. Frigga had agreed to leave Odin's side for the week to maintain order in Asgard while Loki left to bond with his family.

Now that it was Halloween, you and Loki had prepared the night for Haven, making the deal to extend her bedtime just this once so she could go trick-or-treating. The child never looked so giddy in her life!

You walked into Haven's room and saw that she was giddily running around her room with her seiðr crackling excitedly around her. When she saw you enter her room, the child grabbed her costume from the bed and sprinted over to you, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she grinned, "dress me, mama!"

"Okay, okay," you laughed, kneeling in front of your little girl and undressing her from her onesie. Haven looked at her costume and huffed which made you tilt your head in confusion and ask what was wrong.

"I don't wanna be Hermione, mama!" the girl complained, looking at the kiddy Gryffindor robes as her Halloween costume. That was odd, she had specifically begged for Hermione Granger! "I wanna be Draco!" the girl announced before her body shifted to her male form and he smiled up at you proudly, "please?"

You sighed and shook your head with a fond smile, running your fingers through his bouncy curls and you relished the delighted giggle that you got out of your son. "Draco Malfoy it is then," you sighed dramatically, your seiðr thrumming as it left your fingertips and altered Haven's beautiful ebony hair to a bleached blonde.

Haven eagerly ran out of your arms and stood in front of his mirror with a grin. "This is good!" he squealed, whirling around to smile at you and he was practically vibrating when the Gryffindor robes became a Slytherin green and silver. While you were helping him into his robes, you relished in the childish grin on your son's face.

"Now, what do we have here?" came the voice that you loved so much and you turned to look at your husband. What he looked like shocked you.

Loki was himself, sure, but he had turned into his Jötunn form. The blue was accentuated by golden patterns running down his body and along his arms. He was wearing a pair of leather pants, leg bracers and a loin cloth but his chest was so seductively bare. Gold shoulder pads had been added as well, along with some plates of armour down his arms. The finishing touch was the iced version of his horns that he wore on his head. He looked like a true King, the power held in just his stance as he eyed you and your baby.

"Daddy!" your son yelled, reaching his arms out for Loki to pick him up and you grinned when the God did exactly that, stroking his hands over Haven's blonde locks and slicking it back, "I'm Malfoy! Draco Malfoy!"

"I can see that," Loki smirked, tickling his son's belly and grinning when he burst out into excited laughter. "I am Loki, King of Jötunheim."

"King of fuck me tonight," you mumbled and the glance that Loki gave you indicated that the God heard it even if your son didn't.

Loki's tongue wet his lips before he bounced Haven and grinned, "shall we go?"

The cheer from your son was the sign that he wanted to go. You knew that Loki adored seeing this side of his son and any time away from Asgard was worth it at this point. You adjusted your costume slightly, flipping your hair over your shoulder and painting your nails black with seiðr. "My love," Loki purred, his lips caressing the back of your ear as he leaned in close, "if I had known you were Morticia Addams, I would have dressed differently."

"That was the point," you purred with a grin, guiding the boys out of the house and locking the door behind you.

Loki settled Haven down and watched as he immediately ran off with his pumpkin-shaped bucket to your temporary neighbour with their house completely covered in Halloween decorations. Haven quickly knocked on the door and promptly screamed when an animatronic witch caught her hand before he erupted in delighted laughter.

The door opened and the neighbour appeared, dressed in a mummy costume and she smiled down at Haven. "What a lovely costume, young man," the woman cooed, taking a handful of chocolates from her box and dropping them into Haven's bucket, "you run along now and have a spooooky night!"

"Thank you Misses!" Haven laughed and ran over to Loki and you eagerly, showing off the chocolates that he was given.

The night continued like that with Haven knocking on every door and each time receiving a handful of sweeties and chocolates. For every house that did not answer but had decorations, Loki simply turned invisible, walked through the shadows and grabbed the full bag of chocolate before returning to you and your son.

By the time you got back to the rented house, Haven's bucket was overflowing with treats and you were carrying a second bucket for overflow. Once you had locked the door behind you, you pressed your back against it and threw off your heels, groaning in pain and rubbing the soles of your feet.

"You get to eat two chocolates now," Loki was saying in the living room to a giddy Haven, "or else you won't sleep at bedtime."

The child pondered the question before shaking his head and raising three hands. "Three!" the child declared, smirking confidently at his daddy as if he had won the fight.

"One," Loki countered, his arms crossing and his brow raising to show that he was being serious.

"Three!" Haven tried again, stomping his foot and pouting.

"None," the God replied with a casual shrug and he watched his son falter.

"Fine, I'll have two! Not none!" Haven relented, carefully picking out his two favourites before sitting on the sofa and savouring the taste of the chocolate as Loki picked up the two buckets and hid them from his son.

After hiding the snacks, Loki walked over to you and kissed your temple, running his hands down your arms. "Are you okay?" he whispered gently, feeling you sag against him in relief.

"I'm just tired," you admitted with a sheepish smile, looking over to Haven and grinning when you saw he was trying to find his chocolates, "how long until we have to go back to Asgard?"

"We leave in the morning," Loki sighed deeply, his Jötunn form disappearing to reveal Thomas Sharpe in his place and he sighed, resting his forehead on your shoulder, "I don't want to go back, I was banished for a reason."

You hummed and ran your nails through his hair and you grinned as he melted against you. "Odin needs to wake up soon, it's been over a year," you whispered, feeling Thomas moan in agreement, "let Haven have tonight... I know he misses our cabin..."

"My dearest, I miss our cabin," Thomas whispered, his arms wrapping tight around your waist, sighing deeply as he savoured your scent, "all those memories there and we were dragged away from it. Our safe place, our hideout."

"Haven is our safe place," you smiled, your nails peacefully scratching Thomas's scalp and you swore he purred, "that's why we named him so... but my love, I want to come home soon. Asgard isn't where I wish to raise our baby."

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Tucking Haven in that night, you sat on his bed as Thomas stood at the foot of his bed and you kissed his forehead. "Did you have a fun night?" you whispered, seeing Haven's eyes sparkle in the dim light from his excitement.

"Good fun!" the child replied quickly and erupted in giggles when you kissed all over his face. "Mama?" he whispered softly and when you hummed to show you were listening, he added, "can we stay? I like Midgard."

Tears filled your eyes and you stroked his face, pressing a light kiss to his nose before you turned to look at Thomas and then back to Haven. "As soon as Odin wakes up, we promise," you whispered, seeing the anger rising in your child but you merely ruffled his hair to gain his attention, "the moment we know he's awake, we come home."

"Daddy promise?" Haven whispered, looking over to Loki with tearful eyes.

Thomas walked over and took your place sat on Haven's bed and he tucked Haven further into bed, pressing a kiss to his forehead and stroking his hair. "Daddy promises, little one," he whispered firmly, his eyes shining with tears, "I want to come home as much as you do."

When the two of you left Haven's room and settled into your own bed, Thomas's arms wrapped around your waist as he held you to his chest, you croaked out, "I want to stay."

"I do too," Thomas whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he rubbed your back, "we will be back soon. Happy Halloween, my love."

"Happy Halloween, Thomas," you responded, your eyes slowly drifting closed and sleep taking hold as you enjoyed the peaceful thrum of Loki's heartbeat beneath your ear.

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[ao3feed-thor]

Beauty and the Monster (Loki x Reader AU)

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2wTgvpC

by swagtama

Because of his cruel and arrogant ways, Prince Loki has been turned into a hideous monster. The spell can only be broken if Loki can allow someone into his heart, and win his way into their heart as well.

(Y/N) has only ever wanted to read and go on adventures, not burdened by the way society believes she should live and act.

When these two collide, will (Y/N)'s headstrong, warm compassion be enough to thaw the ice that covers Loki's heart? (Rated E for now since there will be eventual smut, violence, and character death)

Words: 540, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Beauty and the Beast (1991)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Peter Quill, Stan Lee, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Wade Wilson, Deadpool, Jarvis (Iron Man movies)

Relationships: Loki/Reader, Loki x Reader, Loki & Reader, Loki/you, Loki/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Beauty and the Beast AU, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Reader is Belle, Romance, Humor, Angst, Character Death, Violence, Eventual Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fantasy, Slow Burn, Jötunn Loki, Loki is Beast, fairytale

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2wTgvpC

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

But Then Came You

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3aLhjOy

by ALMartin1011

Set a week after Loki’s supposed death on the Statesman, we follow Loki as he tries to adapt to a very changed world. One he’s not sure he even wants to be a part of anymore. Luckily for our favorite trickster, he meets you. A modern girl just trying to work your way through school in NYC and live your best life. There will be feels, fluff, angst, Netflix, takeout, smut, hope, and healing.

Words: 261, Chapters: 1/16, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Thor (Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Reader

Relationships: Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Loki (Marvel) & Reader

Additional Tags: Loki x Reader - Freeform, Reader Insert, Female Reader, Fluff and Smut and Feels, And angst, it gets pretty angsty for a bit, Depressed Loki, loki trying to adapt, Sassy Reader, sweet domestic fluff, implied eating disorder, loki has issues okay?, brief non graphic suicide attempt, loki healing, Loki (Marvel) Needs a Hug, Jötunn heritage, reader being a supportive badass, loki figuring out his shit, a soft and slightly chubby loki, because oof, lots of smut thrown in too, loki is such a softie at heart

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3aLhjOy

[holdmytesseract]

Awwww! Omg! 🥺😭 @lady-rose-moon I think I just died out of cuteness... 🥹 That was sooo cute and sooo wholesome! I loooove it! 😭🥰❤ And I love Haven, eee! 🥰 Thank you SO much! This is just perfect! 😍

A cool December night

Heya this is my entry for @fictive-sl0th 's Secret Santa!! My entry is for @holdmytesseract

Warnings: fluff, Christmas

Pairing: Loki x Reader

You sat beside the hearth as you watched Loki guide Haven through opening her first set of presents. The little girl was five years old now and would surely remember this Christmas so it was one to definitely splash out on.

"What's that you have there, Haven?" Loki asked with his sweet voice that only you and Haven had the honour of hearing.

Your daughter turned to Loki with a beaming smile and lifted her newfound Avenger!Loki plush to the sky while screaming, "I got daddy!"

Loki smiled and gave a little applause before taking one of the presents from beneath the tree and when he felt the softness beneath the paper, his face dropped and he looked at you with a 'please tell me you didn't' face and practically moaned when you just smirked at him.

Indulging you, Loki ripped the paper and lifted up the green sweater knitted with his horned insignia in the middle of it. Haven admired it with a soft coo while you hid your giggles behind your hand.

Haven gleefully reached for another present as Loki pulled the sweater over his head, deciding it was better to humour you rather than have you pouting and muttering beneath your breath as you usually do when he upset you.

"Momma's sweater!" Haven shrieked as she lifted up a similar sweater only this one was pink and blue - a reflection of Haven's genderfluidity and her pink and blue skins - and she eagerly pulled it over her head before grimacing, "it's scratchy."

"Well, Christmas sweaters are meant to be scratchy, darling," you replied, kissing her hair and smiling when she leaned into the contact eagerly. "That's why no-one wears them at any other time."

You reached under the tree and grabbed the present that contained your sweater and ripped the paper, pulling the sweater over your head and grinning delightedly at your husband and daughter. "See? It's scratchy but I'll wear it because it's tradition," you whispered and winked to your daughter, who nodded and winked back.

Loki stood and smiled as he stroked down the kinks in his sweater. "Little miss, I do believe it's snowing," he whispered to your daughter and delighted at the gasp she released as she ran to the window and confirmed - rather loudly - that it was, indeed, snowing. "You have fifteen minutes," Loki informed her, dressing her in her favourite coat and boots before setting her free into the falling snow.

You stood beside him at the door and wrapped your arm around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder as you smiled at Haven running around in the falling snow and conjuring illusions of more snow. Her nose was starting to tint blue.

"There was one present forgotten," you whispered, looking over at the tree and Loki looked over and only then noted another present lying innocently on the floor beneath the tree.

"So there is," he replied, kissing your forehead and striding over to the tree, picking up the box and smiling as he returned to your side. When he ripped open the wrapping paper, he was confused to find the box wrapped again and he huffed as he ripped through that before opening the top of the present and freezing when he saw the tiny jumper inside that could only fit an infant - WAIT A MINUTE!

"Is... is that...?" he mumbled weakly, unable to look away from the box in fear that it might disappear if he looked away.

You smiled and rested your hand on his arm and your head laid against his shoulder as you hummed, "I'm four months pregnant."

Loki stared at the box and then at you, tears brimming in his eyes as he dropped the box and enveloped you in a tight hug, lifting you from the floor and sobbing happily as he shouted, "we're going to have another baby!"

The rest of the day was spent perfectly. Haven sat beside you and talked to your stomach while Loki made the Christmas dinner and after that, his hand was always finding a reason for being on your stomach or something around the area. You smiled as you got into bed that night, Loki gently caressing your stomach, because you realised that no matter how much pain your family went through, there would always be a miracle waiting around the dark corner.

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Merry Christmas!!!

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Prompts: Christmas sweater, pregnancy reveal

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