#he still wears many layer on earth away from the brood

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Hive: *have an overall aesthetic that shows in their chitinous armor and small amount of clothing and architect* Reed: I am going to be the comfiest motherfucker in the hive brood.

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Voluptas Noctis Aeternae {Part 6.6}

*Severus Snape x OC*

Summary: It is the year 1983 when the ordinary life of Robin Mitchell takes a drastic turn: she is accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite the struggles of being a muggle-born in Slytherin, she soon discovers her passion for Potions, and even manages the impossible: gaining the favor of Severus Snape. Throughout the years, Robin finds that the not quite so ordinary Potions Professor goes from being a brooding stranger to being more than she had ever deemed possible. An ally, a mentor, a friend... and eventually, the person she loves the most. Through adventure, prophecies and the little struggles of daily life in a castle full of mysteries, Robin chooses a path for herself, an unlikely friendship blossoms into something more, and two people abandoned by the world can finally find a home.

General warnings: professor x student, blood, violence, trauma, neglectful families, bullying, cursing

Words: 4.7k

Read Part 1.1 here! All Parts can be found on the Masterlist!

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"Why again do you have to get up this early on a bloody Saturday?" Jorien groaned quietly from her spot hidden under the covers in her bed, while Cas was still sleeping soundly as ever in her own. It wasn't even dawning yet, still hours until breakfast, but Robin had been up for a while already and was just now returning from getting ready in the bathroom.

"I told you, I'm going on a field trip for my research." Robin whispered back, while she got dressed in some slim fitting black jeans that were comfortable enough to move in and sturdy enough to suit the occasion. "We need to get going before the sun is up."

"You're crazy." Jorien groaned again and dug her head into her pillow, face down. "Hwow gih juh gweh hwiwh gu gwu gwif whih juh?"

"What?" Robin hissed back with a questioning frown, while she layered her favorite jumper over a long sleeved shirt and then went to put her hair up into a ponytail that ended up more messy than neat.

Jorien turned her head back to the side with a sigh. "How did you get him to do this with you?" She repeated her question tiredly, but with a spark of sincere curiosity nonetheless. "Snape, I mean."

"I didn't get him to do anything." Robin shrugged in return and sat down on her bed to lace up her boots. "I did a lot of research over the summer and I showed it to him last week. He made me show it to Dumbledore and that settled the issue."

"So it's just you and him today, huh?"

"Yeah."

"I would say poor you, but I get the impression that you are rather happy about it."

"I am. He is the only one who understands what we're dealing with; it would be a true nuisance to have to explain it all to someone else." Robin replied easily as she finally went to put on her rain jacket instead of her robes for once. The highlands were no place for a cloud of fabric that would soak through in under a minute. Then she hid her wand up her sleeve as always, and finally grabbed her backpack from the end of her bed. All set to go. "Wish me luck!"

"What do you need luck for?" Jorien yawned and hugged her pillow under her head. "I thought you guys know what you're doing."

"Obviously we know that we're going." Robin rolled her eyes with a smile. "But we're doing this entire thing to prove a theory, which means that there is a chance that I was wrong and we won't find what we're looking for."

"Alright… good luck then." The girl yawned again, and closed her eyes with a sigh. "Am glad that Snape is there to bring you back in one piece. McGonagall says you're a magnet for trouble and the obscure."

"Does she now?" Robin's lips quirked into a smirk, but she could tell that Jorien was already falling back asleep. She didn't want to seize any more of her sleep though, and thus she finally made for the door, leaving a few minutes earlier than planned. Oh well... One didn't leave adventure waiting.

… … …

Robin met Snape at the bottom of the spiral staircase that led out of the dungeons. He was wearing different robes than usual, warmer ones, and Robin found herself glad that she wasn't the only one who had planned for a long day out in the cold. They greeted each other with a silent gaze that said enough, then made their way through the empty hallways and out into the courtyard.

The very second Robin stepped out into the open, she realized that it had been a good idea to wear her jacket and not the robes. It wasn't raining yet, but the air smelled of water, soil and electricity in a way that went beyond the morning dew, and the grey sky waiting for the break of dawn was an envoy no less of the impending storm. She breathed in deeply, and had to smile. This was the best birthday present ever.

They had to leave the school grounds in order to apparate to their first destination of the day, and thus they didn't waste any time to make their way down the path to wander beyond the gates. Still, neither spoke a word, and neither did they have to. The serenity of the morning was too calm, too peaceful to disturb with any words spoken in redundancy. They would have all day to chat if they fancied to; why waste words when the silence was enough for now?

It had all been discussed in advance anyway; both Thursday and Friday night, they had sat over Robin's documentations and discussed their options for which plant they should try to find, and thus which theory to prove. They obviously had been limited to the British isles for reasons of time and distance, and also to the acquisition of a plant on Dumbledore's wish. That, and some ambition on Robin's part, had led to their current target and thus their plan of action: they would try to find wraiths' moss today. And ambitious that was indeed, but Robin felt like she had something to prove; to Snape, to Dumbledore and mostly to herself.

It didn't take them long to get away from the castle, to a place beyond the gates where they finally stopped in their track. There was no need to haste, they still had enough time before sunrise. But as they had discovered on multiple occasions, they both preferred being too early over being too late in situations that actually mattered.

This time when Snape held his hand out to Robin, she didn't hesitate to take it. She might be old enough to legally apparate by herself now, but she still had to wait until after the Christmas break to take the twelve week class to get her license to do so, to officially learn to do so. Until then, she would gladly enjoy the privilege of holding his hand for the fleeting moment of traveling. However, even now, she had to painfully remind herself to refrain from lacing their fingers together, a gesture way too intimate to be anywhere near appropriate, and yet one that most of her being was trying to urge her into anyway. But she did hold on tightly, for safety reasons, and was barely able to catch the not-smirk on his lips before the world was torn into a swirling storm of colors and strange sensations.

When Robin's eyes went into focus again, she found herself overlooking the vast sea, and to her great luck a whipping wind blew away most of her nausea after a few seconds of struggling to stay standing upright. She let out a groan as she closed her eyes for a moment, willing away the churning of her stomach while she focused on taking deep breaths. Then she looked back ahead.

They were standing high up on the edge of a cliff, over three hundred meters above the furious black waters that were relentlessly crashing against the solid rock below. The vastly desolate grassland behind their backs was but an illusion of peace in contrast to the ragged and riven stone wall that dropped in a straight vertical a mere two steps ahead. The Scottish east coast; their first destination.

As soon as the dizziness was gone to the point where she didn't feel like she would break down any second, Robin let go of Snape's hand with a silent sigh. The few seconds of having his skin touching hers had once again sufficed to leave her entire self consumed by ridiculous rushes of energy and tingles, but she pushed it to the back of her mind for now in order to do her work. That's what they were here for, after all, to gather the petals of a Haramith flower.

Haramith itself was a plant rather useless for potion making, and thus generally not something anyone would have in stock, but it was essential for Robin's theory on how to find the wraiths' moss. Getting the petals was only step one of many on the road Robin had built in theory to acquire one of the rarest mosses in this part of the world, and now with every step they followed through with successfully, they paved a bit more of that theoretical road into reality.

The good thing about Haramith was that it grew in many places, wildy sprawling on even the poorest soil, and thus it generally wasn't too hard to find. The bad thing however, and the very reason why Snape and Robin had come to a desolate cliff on the eastern shore of the country before sunrise, was that Haramith only blossomed for one single minute of the day. It grew its petals when the sun rose over the horizon, no matter if a single ray of sunshine even graced the earth that day or not, only to lose the petals again after exactly one minute. And when the petals died, they faded into dust within seconds. Which, precisely, was what made it nigh impossible to gather them if one didn't come prepared, which in this case meant knowing exactly when the sun would peek over the horizon. And where better to be precise about that than on the shore?

Robin moved along the very edge of the cliff, looking down the stone wall in search for any specimen of the desired plant she would be able to reach when the sun would rise in approximately two minutes. Due to their sun oriented nature, Haramith flowers were prone to grow on walls like this that were open to the east; at least that's what Robin had read. Indeed, it didn't take her long to find a small patch of green between the ragged stone, but it was further down the wall than she was able to reach. However luck was on her side for once.

"There's a ledge a bit further down the wall." Robin said, looking back over her shoulder at Snape while she took off her backpack and set it down at a good distance to the edge. "We don't have much time left, and there's plenty of Haramith down there. I'm going."

For a moment Snape looked like he wanted to protest, a deep frown settling on his face, but then he moved to stand next to Robin instead of voicing a complaint and glanced down the wall for a second before his eyes were back on her. "Be careful, yes?"

Robin nodded with a small smile, then sat down with her legs dangling over the edge and finally pushed herself over entirely. It really wasn't a far drop, she landed on her feet without any effort and crouched down immediately to keep her weight close to the wall and her body's centre of gravity as low as possible. She wasn't an expert in rock climbing, but she had read about it at some point and she usually remembered what she had read. That really came in handy at times.

Just in the moment she reached out to touch the Haramith, the small flowers beneath her fingertips started to stir. Her eyes widened immediately, and she couldn't help the small smile that fell onto her lips when tiny beads of bright ultramarine started to blossom out of the greyish green stems. It was a beautiful sight, watching them grow and gain in size while never losing their delicacy. After but a moment they were at their final but oh so fleeting state, and Robin almost felt sad to pluck out the petals. But they would grow new ones tomorrow morning, and every day after that as well, so it was more gain to her than loss to them.

Carefully, she placed the fragile objects in a vial she pulled out of her pocket, gathering quite as many petals as she could before all too soon, the remaining ones turned into dust right beneath her fingertips. The ones she had collected however remained perfectly intact, their bright ultramarine piercing her eyes in contrast to her ashen skin as she closed the vial at last and put it back into her pocket. Good… now she just needed to get back up the cliff somehow.

An idea entered her mind, a stupid idea, and she pulled her wand out of her sleeve before she could think better of it, pointed it upwards and closed her eyes for a second in a silent prayer to whoever was listening. Then a wordless ascendio sent her upwards, lifting her over the edge of the cliff and unfortunately even higher, which made the landing quite unpleasant, as she came crashing down onto the grass with a dull thud.

"Bloody hell, I've always hated that charm…" She grumbled to herself, sitting up on the ground with a quiet groan as she rubbed her hurting limbs.

"You could have asked me to help you, you know…" Snape quirked an eyebrow at her, mildly amused by the sight in front of him.

"And you would have done so without mocking me for the next few hours? Doubt it." Robin replied with a small snort, and still let him help her up to her feet the next moment. "I've got the petals, plenty of them even."

"Good." He mused with a not-smirk, observing how Robin dusted off her jeans. "Shall we proceed to the next destination then?"

"Yeah, just… give me a second to breathe between jumping down a cliffside, flying through the air and crashing down on the ground, before apparating again." She sighed, then went to pick up her backpack to throw it back over her shoulders. "Next time, you can do all that and I'll stand up here and watch."

"Professor's privilege. I get to let others do the… unpleasant work." He shrugged with a real smirk now. "However it isn't nearly as entertaining to watch the dunderheads as it is to observe you."

"I don't know if I should feel offended or flattered by that." Robin laughed and shook her head to herself, biting her bottom lip as she had to grin at her own thought. "It certainly is more flattering than what Alexander said to me on Thursday."

"You are aware that I could push you off this cliff in an instant for comparing me to that imbecile, yes?"

"And you're aware that you would be terribly bored without me." Robin quirked an eyebrow at him with a smirk. "Besides, there are four people at least who would most likely come at you if you pushed me off that cliff."

"They obviously do not know you half as well as I do if they would seriously hold it against me." He replied in an instant, and Robin's jaw dropped, a second before she had to laugh. Alright, perhaps he had won that round… which only meant she had to switch the game.

"Fine, do it then." She shrugged with a daring expression, showing but exaggerated casualness as she made calculated steps backwards, blindly nearing the drop with every word while her eyes stayed on his. "I'll even make it easier for you, if you want to get rid of me quite so desperately that-..."

His hand was around her wrist in an instant, pulling her away from the edge while he shot her a glare that was both warning and plea to stop. They both knew that they had walked the line between tease and seriousness too far; it was time to stop, time to return from the place they had gotten themselves into.

"Sorry." Robin was the first to speak, in a whisper only, as she stood a mere step in front of him now. She gave him a sad half smile, but didn't miss the fact that he was still holding onto her wrist as if he was actually afraid she would jump over the edge if he let go. "Sometimes I just…"

"I know." He replied almost calmly, without a trace of actual anger. "But you are right. I would indeed be terribly bored without you."

Robin's smile lost its sadness in an instant, but her heart gained a fullness and warmth instead that made it beat so strongly, she was sure he must've heard it. Still, she would spare him any teases in return for once; if he was being sincere, she would be too. "Good. I would've hated to be the only one who would miss this."

For once he did smile too, a little at least, and he still held onto her wrist, consciously or not. "Are you ready to proceed to the next destination now?"

Robin nodded, upon which he moved his hand from her wrist down to hold hers again, making her heart flutter even more at the deliberately slow touch. But instead of focusing on it, she closed her eyes and prepared for the oddness of apparating, with a frown on her face in anticipation of the discomfort that would soon follow.

"I very likely should not be telling you this before you pass the according class..." He sighed, and Robin quirked an eyebrow but kept her eyes closed nonetheless. "But there are a few things you can do to make the process of apparating less… unpleasant."

"Enlighten me."

"Release the tension in your body, and try to keep it at that state. Clear your mind but for the place you wish to go." He ordered, and Robin tried to focus on relaxing every muscle but the ones in her hand that were needed to hold onto his. "Breathe in deeply, then out again and hold your breath. Keep your eyes closed."

She did as she was told, and an instant later she felt the strange pulling and pushing sensation around her again, the swirling in her mind however was a lot milder already, and the cramping of her stomach barely even there. Before she knew, her feet were on solid ground again, and while her head was very mildly spinning, she didn't feel sick at all when she opened her eyes. Her lips curled into a wide smile.

"I actually didn't experience the discomfort! That's incredible!" Robin beamed up at Snape, who in return rolled his eyes with a not-smirk.

"Bold of you to doubt me." He replied, and this time it was him who let go of Robin's hand first. Not in a haste, but rather because it was the right thing to do. "However I still do hope that this was the second to last time we apparate today."

"Since it doesn't make me feel sick anymore, I actually don't mind it quite as much." She grinned back at him, and only then at last she took the time to look around.

They were standing in the open space of a valley in the middle of the highlands, precisely where they had planned to go. Hills, mountains, stone and green, topped off only by the low hanging grey clouds that came down almost as a shallow mist. Perfect. If it hadn't been for their mission, Robin could've stayed here for hours to drink in the overwhelming beauty of nature. But they had work to do.

"Since you were so keen on helping me earlier, why don't you work the tracing spell now?" Robin quirked an eyebrow at Snape, of course with the ever teasing smirk still playing on her lips, while she took a step away from him to take off her backpack.

"You are insufferable." He rolled his eyes in return, but still took the handbook out of Robin's hand when she held it out to him. "But if you cannot do even this simplest of spells by yourself…"

"You bloody well know I can." She replied with an easy smile; she also knew for a fact that he was just trying to mess with her. But he wouldn't succeed this time.

Without letting his teasing distract her in the slightest, Robin summoned a larger jar which they had prepared in advance last night out of her backpack. Four out of five ingredients for the tracing spell were already inside, perfectly measured of course, and when Robin crouched down to place the whole thing on the ground, she pulled the Haramith petals out of her pocket to add the fifth at last.

"Do you think I can add all of them?" She asked on a whim though, with an inquiring look up at Snape. "I mean… Do you think the measurement of the Haramith even has any impact on the results in this case? I did calculate a specific amount, but measuring it would be such a hassle out here. And now that I think about it, I see no reason why a precise measurement would be necessary in this case. What do you think?"

"It is your tracing spell and your preparation; why are you asking me?"

"Well sorry, but last time I checked you were the potions master." Robin rolled her eyes at him, even if the gesture felt a little silly while kneeling on the ground and looking up at him like that. "Besides, I wasn't asking because you would know any better than me, but because I care about your opinion. But I could also stay sitting on the cold ground to measure the damn thing, if you'd prefer that."

"I believe you could add the entire Haramith without any negative impact."

"Thank you! Was that really so hard?" Robin replied with a smile, before she carefully shook out the petals from the vial into the larger jar. Measuring the flimsy little things would have taken ages indeed, and the knees of her jeans were sodden already.

Without wasting time, she then went ahead to shred all ingredients into tiny pieces until they were a mere blended dust of the same piercing ultramarine as the Haramith itself. So far so good. Before she handed the jar with the mixture to Snape however, she filled a small amount of the dust into the now empty vial, closing it up tightly before she sorted it into a shelf inside her backpack. When she rose to her feet again, Snape shot her a questioning look while she handed him the jar at last.

"I just thought in case this actually works, or even in case it doesn't, it would be nice to have a reference for the next time either way." She shrugged, holding onto the straps of her backpack that she'd placed back over her shoulders. "There's always something to improve on, you know…"

He quirked an eyebrow at her with a not-smirk, holding her gaze for a moment before he finally placed the jar on a rock next to him, then flipped her book open at the marked page that described the tracing spell. It was an uncommon charm, woven together quite messily at the first glance, but it was the best one Robin had found. Snape made quick work of it, speaking the foreign words so easily as if for the millionth time, and Robin couldn't help being mesmerized by the bright blue dust that rose up into the air in a faint line upon the sound of his voice. It was working… bloody hell, it was actually working!

Robin followed the line in the sky with her eyes up to the point where it faded in the distance, then she looked back to Snape with an excited smile. "Ready for a little walk?"

"I am right behind you."

… … …

Walking they did then, following the blue line that faded behind them only to grow longer in front of them in return. Wherever it was leading, their destination was further away than anticipated. After three hours of scrambling through the sheer endless grass and rock, it finally started to rain as if the skies had turned into a waterfall, and they decided to take a break under a small ledge. It wasn't much, but the driest space they had been able to find before hell broke loose. To Robin's great luck, the tracing spell seemed to be entirely unbothered by the train, as the powdery line still remained hanging in the air as clear and smoky as ever. But what use would its persistence be if water in their eyes made it impossible to follow? Even more impossible without getting hurt out there. Thus a break it was, to wait for the worst to pass. It shouldn't take more than a few minutes… the weather in Scotland never stayed the same for long.

The long walk had taken a toll on both of them already, as neither was used to this kind of exercise, but Robin was too determined to see this through, too stubborn to admit that she was exhausted, and she assumed Snape simply was too proud to. It didn't matter either way, she was only glad to be sitting on the insulated blanket that she'd placed on the ground now, and Snape seemed to be equally appreciating of it as he sat next to her with a more or less content expression. Robin still couldn't quite believe that he was actually putting up with all this for her theory. Perhaps even for her as a person. And he seemed to be enjoying himself even!

Sighing quietly in contentment, Robin leaned back against the cold stones behind her and watched the rain. Yes, she was enjoying this. More than she could put into any words.

"I would like to think that the sound of the rain is the universe applauding us." She said instead, with a small smile at the wall of water before she looked over at Snape next to her. "Rain is so full of life, I don't know why people won't appreciate it more."

"Most people see the world differently than you do."

"What about you? Do you see it differently?"

"I used to believe it to be a terribly unfair place. Cold and cruel and indifferent to those who live in it."

Robin's heart squeezed together in a stab of sadness. She hadn't meant to upset him… but the longer she observed his expression, the more she got the impression that he was still calm and content as before. Curious. "You used to believe that? And… what do you believe now?"

"I don't know. The world will always be indifferent to us, but I am not so certain I still stand behind the rest of it."

"Well, it certainly is cold now… With the rain and wind and all that." Robin mused with a small smile, giving him a look that hopefully conveyed lighthearted humor better than her words did. Indeed, a hint of a smile graced his lips in return, and she decided to go on. "But when I think of the laboratory, for example… a crackling red in the fireplace, mixing with the faint bubbling of whatever potion we're making that day and the sound of your voice when you're annoyed with me, but also a silence made of softest velvet. It smells like coffee and books and fire and stone and all the subtle nuances in the potions' fumes. We sit at the table and wait and read and drink coffee and talk, until the next step has to be taken. When I think of that… the world, to me, is nothing but warmth."

A moment of silence followed upon her words, a thoughtful and contemplating silence, which was only broken when the rain lessened and Snape replied at last. "Perhaps you are what renders it warm."

It? The lab? The world? Her own perception? "Perhaps." She replied. Perhaps, his world as well. She shook the thought out of her head as soon as it appeared. Wrong direction to go into, and the wrong time to do so as well. They were here to work. Not to dwell on impossibilities.

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Jealousy ft BTS

NCT were at the MAMA Awards to support Huannie and Bang Chan’s performance of their song they recently composed- We Don’t Talk Anymore. The stylist had just finished tugging and pulling at her outfit and hair to make her stage ready. Her and Chan were talking aimlessly about Huannie’s recent trip to Osaka with Yuta. 

Chan was trying to keep her mind of the amount of makeup they were layering on her face knowing she hated wearing so much makeup, it makes her skincare routine twice as long. 

“You look perfect Huannie.” Chan complimented as she walked away from the makeup artist, now putting tape on her mic so she could perform a little freely without having to hold one. 

As she was admiring her new hairstyle, the door swung open revealing Taeil and Jeno coming in to wish her good luck. 

“Oh Noona, that’s different.” Jeno strolled up to the girl and examined her face, moving her face in different directions to get a better look. He wasn’t a fan of her wearing a lot of makeup either and the constant questioning to the makeup artist proved that point fully. 

“That’s a bit revealing Huannie.” Taeil commented after a while as he leant on the chair, he shook his head at the glare on Huannie’s face at her Oppa. Did he not think she looked pretty? 

“Chan, Huannie I need you side of the stage.” JYP popped his head through the door. “You look beautiful Huannie.” He complimented guiding the two out of the room. 

“Yah Chan hyung.” Taeil hollered following the two out of the room. The boy in question turned around with a questionative eyebrow raised. 

“Hands to yourself.” 

The two started laughign at Taeil’s oppa syndrome come out, Huannie appologising for her members bluntness to which Chan replied. 

“You should see our members with Lily, don’t worry I get it.” 

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Once the performance was finished the two parted ways and Huannie was left to navigate through the sea of idols to find the NCT tables. She was doing fine until the fan cam found her walking into a sturdy wall. 

She looked up to see Bangtan’s maknae towering over her 5′1 self. 

“Sorry Noona didn’t see you there.” He smiled cheekily making a point of looking over her head mocking her height. She looked around to see the boy group waving at her with friendly smiles.  “You’re really short Noona.”

“I’m not short Jungkookie I’m just more down to earth.” She retorted, tilting her head to see where he would go with it. The boy laughed before patting her head. 

“How’s the weather down there?” He asked watching as the short woman formed an ‘O’ shape as she couldn’t retort with any comeback for that one. The Bangtan boys all laughed at the woman who looked stuck at the maknae’s insult, this was the woman who got them many wins with her lyric ideas. Some one they admired. 

“Noona! Ya Huannie Noona.” Jaemin was calling from behind them. She sighed giving the BTS boys a quick hug and turned to an irratated Jaemin who was followed by an annoyed Jungwoo. 

“Why are you so slow Noona? We are all waiting for you.” Jungwoo asked giving a bow to the BTS boys that were enjoying the scene in front of them. The fan cam was enjoying the kdrama that majority of the idols in the audience were amused by. Jaemin already looking bored grasped his Noona’s hand and pulled her away from the boy group.  “Let’s go.” He grumbled. 

When they arrived to the table the Dreamies were all sulking, the older boys were laughing obnoxiously at Huannie’s expense. 

“Noona isn’t allowed to wear anything but a bubble suit from now on.” Jaemin informed the group who sounded off their sounds of agreement. She looked to the other group members who were still laughing at the situaton. 

Huannie went to move towards Ten and Johnny when the same hand that had pulled her before, dragged her down to sit next to the Dreamies who were all having a crisis. Huannie giggled and pinched Jaemin’s cheeks cutely before kissing his cheek. 

Little did she know Haechan and Mark were doing research on Mark’s phone : How to stop people flirting with my sister. 

Huannie turned to the Stray Kids table who too were laughing their asses off and sent them a dirty look. She then tried he rlast resort and sent Jaehyun a pleading glance who just shrugged at the girls plea, leaving a brooding Huannie getting manhandled by the needing attention Dreamies.

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A/N: here have a MCU drabble with one of my three-count’em-THREE fem!OCs 😅

I’m a dork 😁😁

“Válie? You in here?”

“On the balcony!”

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips when a quick glance at the thin curtains confirmed the hazy silhouettes on the other side of the windows. Loki exhaled, picturing the annoyance and stress of the day leaving his body with the breath as he began shucking off pieces of his formal attire. He debated whether or not to hang the layers of robe back in the great wardrobe but settled on draping them over one of the chairs in the fireplace sitting area. Having seen his wife do just that more times than he could remember, Loki reasoned she wouldn’t mind him following in her footsteps.

Finding a change of clothes, soon enough he found himself in much more agreeable wear. The simple black trousers and green tunic felt almost non-existent against his skin after the heavy, constricting state robes, and the long brown vest swished pleasantly as he moved. The feel of the cool marble against his bare feet made him smile most of all, the sound of his footsteps echoing with the many games played with his children.

A feeling of release blossomed in his senses and Loki sighed again, content. He began walking to the open balcony door.

It was a scene that never failed to instill peace and joy in him - his two children sat at the small table, surrounded by crafts and toys and playthings, with their radiant mother hovering over them as she pointed to a page of the great book open in the middle of the table. He knew Valeriya worked very hard to ensure their children were well-taught about the two worlds they came from, and they'd quickly discovered the easiest way to build a foundation was to read to the pair.

"So what's today's book of the day, then?"

All three heads popped up and swiveled around to find where his voice was coming from. A bright smile graced Valeriya's face as she quickly straightened up and stood very still next to the table.

"Isä! You're back!" Stíg exploded out of his chair on the far side of the table and darted around his mother.

"Isä! Isä!" Somarliðr tumbled out of her own chair, staggering for a moment before she was close on her brother's heels. The pair of them bounded across the balcony and Loki braced himself. Just as they reached him, he scooped the children up, one under each arm, and spun all three around. The pair erupted with shrieks of joy as they flew.

Valeriya laughed, starting to straighten the children's school things as Loki set them back on their feet. The pair immediately spun and smished him with a giggling double-decker hug.

"Guess what we did today, Isä!" Somar squealed as Loki's nimble fingers found her side, making her squirm violently.

"What did you do, little girl?"

Stígandr squeezed his arms around his father's waist. "Mama let us try some of the training at the barracks!"

Loki chuckled as he managed to sit up with the two small things still firmly clinging to him. "Did she, now? And how did my little warriors fare?"

"We flat destroyed them!"

The sudden use of Earth-style vernacular had the man hunching up with laughter. For a second Stígandr and Somar looked at him with wide eyes, afraid they had done something. To allay their child's fear, Loki pulled them close and playfully blew raspberries against their cheeks. The pair squealed and fought to escape, which Loki eventually let them do and got back to his feet.

"Rakastan, come give me a hand and take these things back inside."

Loki moseyed toward the table as his children sprinted ahead. They quickly scooped up the two piles of supplies and books and darted back past him, swerving to avoid the grab he made at them.

"Put it all away this time, Stígandr, I don't want to see it just dumped in the alcove again!"

“Yes, Mama!”

The patter of small feet against marble faded, leaving the couple serenaded by soft birdsong and gentle gusts of wind. Valeriya puttered around the space, putting the area to full rights before straightening, hands braced against her back. Loki continued to stroll towards her, a quiet smile playing across his mouth as he took in the sight of his wife.

He hadn't had more than a few seconds to behold her when he first stepped outside. The outline of her full pregnant belly as she had turned had made his breath catch, like he'd momentarily forgotten she was with child again. Despite experiencing the event with her twice before, he still felt an overwhelming swell of pride and love and awe when he witnessed her positively celestial.

Overturning both their initial fears, Valeriya had taken to motherhood well, was crushing it, actually. Loki had found that his turbulent upbringing had not overshadowed the truths Frigga had taught him or the inherent constitution she had nurtured. It was forever a ride having both halves of their partnership be given over to endless snark and sarcasm and impish trickery, but they also bore strong spirits and balanced senses of honor. So far, both of their children showed immutable signs of good upbringing, with the flavorful dashes of mischief they were going to have no matter what. Hopefully, they could continue the streak with Child #3.

"There's about a thousand and one reasons I could guess why you've been staring at me for almost three minutes."

The soft, teasing voice jolted him out of his stupor. Loki blinked, refocusing his gaze from his wife's stomach to her smirking face, and immediately a matching look appeared on his. He took the last three steps towards her, watching as her head tipped almost fully back and to the side to keep her eyes locked with his.

"You're welcome to guess if you choose, but I would wager you already have a pretty good idea."

Her eyes immediately hooded as her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "Might it have anything to do with finding your pregnant wife incredibly hot and wanting to just take her right here on this balcony?"

His smirk followed hers into more darkly seductive territory. "... Maybe."

Wrapping his hands around her arms, he darted his head down to capture her lips in a consuming kiss. The happy moan she uttered at the action made his mouth curl in a smile even as he tilted his head to the other side, slanting deeply across her mouth. He felt Val dig her fingers into his tunic, pulling him as flush against her side as her belly would allow. The minuscule shift in position forced her head completely back, and Loki quickly slid one hand up her arm, skating across her bare collarbone before delicately cupping her throat just beneath her jaw. The sound this action elicited was much deeper, and he felt a delightful shudder wrack her body as she melted into his touch.

As versed as they were in the art of making out, eventually the couple had to separate for air. Loki shifted his hand, letting Val's head lower to where she could press her nose against the hollow of his throat as he rested his tingling lips against her forehead. His hand now splayed across her throat and cheek, and he tenderly stroked his thumb across the smooth skin.

He waited until he felt the pulse calm in her neck to curl his fingers beneath her chin and lift her face to his for another kiss. This time he felt her smile against his mouth.

"So you're super delicious and I'd love to follow the obvious roadsigns where this would go, but you remember the bit about me being pregnant? Not like super, but like, very pregnant?"

"I seem to recall that not stopping us the first two times." He tilted her head up a bit more, pressing feathery kisses across her cheeks.

"I mean, true, but also I'm gonna be honest and say I'm not really gunning for you right now, hon. Your growing brood is only slightly exhausting, Little Stranger no exception.”

Now he left off peppering kisses as a chuckle rumbled in his chest. "I'll admit, that's fair. Not to mention our current monsters will probably be running back here in the next thirty seconds."

“At least.” Detangling her fingers, Valeriya let Loki turn her and draw her back against his chest. She reached up to anchor her hands around the arm he wrapped across her shoulders, his other hand coming to rest softly against her bump. She sighed, letting her weight rest against him, feeling a resolutely ignored twinge in her lower back dissipate slightly. As she settled, Loki rested his cheek against his wife's hair, his soft nuzzles drawing happy, contented hums from the woman. A faint echo of childish voices floated through the balcony doors.

"Hei herrani."

"Hei itse, jumalatar."

(rough Finnish translations c/o GoogleTranslate cause I’m lazy)

Isä - Daddy

Rakastan - my loves

Hei herrani - hello my lord

Hei itse, jumalatar - hello yourself, goddess

and say hello to one Valeriya Harlow, former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and dear beloved wife of our favorite Trickster.