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smurphyse · 3 years ago

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Ahava Flowers

Series Masterlist

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Part 7 of The Arrangement

Pairing: Loki Odinson x Adora of Alfheim (Arranged Marriage AU)

Word count: 4878

Warnings: I don't think there's any? Just Loki being somehow sweet and dastardly at the same time, and embarrassing himself in front of Adora again.

Summary: Loki regrets upsetting Adora and decides instead to do the opposite from now on... to help him win the bet, of course. Meanwhile, Adora struggles at the feast when Loki's late to make an appearance.

Loki’s cheek stung as he stormed back to his chambers. Regret burned his face, his boots stomping loudly down the halls. Servants avoided his gaze and skirted quickly around him. He knew it did little to help the rumors about him, but his own anger and annoyance at himself coursed through him like a fire.

Loki knew it was not Adora’s fault she believed the rumors, as she knew little else about his character… and Loki’s own behavior did nothing to aid in the betterment of it.

Still, the idea that people really thought of him as an abuser enraged him. The fact that Adora seemed willing to endure such horrid things for the sake of her realm upset him greatly, and the look on her soft face when she begged him not to leave bruises where Milja might see them… he hated to say it, but it broke something deep within his chest.

He’d gone too far trying to push her buttons and get more information out of her, but his anger over these rumors took over him before he knew what he was really saying. After all, Loki was an arsehole, he knew that much, and he’d been cruel to her in that moment. He said he’d never hurt her and then he did.

She had no reason to trust him.

Still, there had been a moment just before she slapped him that he swore her eyes changed color. As the anger shot through her, Loki was sure he'd seen a flash… of violet flame.

He would have commented on it, pressed her on it, but the moment her blazing skin rocketed across his cheek he'd decided to let it go. What he'd said had been terrible, and he knew it, shame blossoming in his chest as she panicked under the crushing weight of the corset and all she knew of him.

Loki groaned, slowing as he realized he hadn't done what he went in her chambers for in the first place. His cheeks burned as he shoved his hand in his pocket, palming the small box inside.

He'd been excited to give it to her before his pathetic attempt at comforting her turned into him putting his own foot firmly in his mouth. There was no way he was going back in there now that he'd loosened her corset… those dress harpies would have his head.

He couldn't fathom what had possessed him to kiss her forehead like that. He'd never done it before, not to any of his bed partners or even long term ones. Something in the moment just felt right, and as soon as he'd done it he'd had to get the Hel out of there.

Adora’s skin was too warm, too easy to lean against and touch. Her presence was comforting, drew him in like he couldn't help himself… must be the magick of the Fae.

Her fear had been real, too real, not that he would harm her, but that her child might see. It angered him further as he stomped to his chambers. How could someone put a woman as gentle as Adora in such a position in the first place?

Loki was firmly committed to the plan of falling face first into bed and wallowing for the rest of the morning, but when he burst through his own chamber doors, he was faced with Hela and Thor, lounging in his parlor.

Hela had herself draped over the arms of one of his plush green chairs while Thor ate happily from a tray of danishes that Aela had brought before helping Adora get ready for the day.

"What happened to your face?" Thor asked through a mouthful as Loki stepped inside.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he grumbled, plopping down in a chair next to Hela and staring at his lap.

"It's red," Hela smirked, leaning over and patting his cheek. Loki pulled away with an effortless snarl, baring his teeth at her. "Looks almost like a handprint."

Loki glanced between her and Thor sheepishly, guilt and shame eating away at his gut while he sat slumped in the chair. He took a deep breath, shrugging like it was no big deal.

"Adora slapped me."

Hela let out a barking laugh and Thor's jaw dropped, raining a shower of crumbs down his chest.

"Oh, Loki," he groaned, "what did you do to the poor girl?"

"Try to bed her early?"

Loki glared at them both, his voice rising a few octaves as he waved his hands, "Why does everyone think I'm some sort of sex pest?"

"Because you are," they both said. Thor and Hela shared a glance, and Loki loathed when they did that. They weren't supposed to like one another, they both used him as a go between because they hardly knew how to be in the same room.

"Your penchant for… mischief, is well known," Thor spoke slowly, carefully as he watched Loki's anger grow. "As is your enjoyment in sleeping with everyone you meet."

"Those are willing and enthusiastic partners! You have a few of your own if I recall."

"I'm a gentle lover," Thor beamed, and Loki wanted nothing more to slap him.

"I don't sleep with the staff," Hela shrugged. "Why did she slap you, then? If you weren't being a sex pest?"

"I said something… out of turn," he mumbled, looking away from them both. "She was right to do it."

Thor huffed and shook his head while Hela laughed lightly. They sat in mostly silence for a few hours, chatting idly and waiting for the next round of frivolity and set dressing.

Aela checked on him with a happy grin, letting him know that the dressmakers had created a stunning gown fit only for his bride. The Odinson siblings gave polite smiles back, though none of them were really excited at the prospect.

Thor and Hela slunk out of the room a bit later, fed up with Aela's chittering about Adora’s dress, leaving them alone. She went to work pushing him in front of his mirrors and assisting him with his clothing for the feast.

Loki watched her work as he usually did, humming and nodding when she had a break in her chatter. He usually eyed her appreciatively, eventually coaxing her into bed for a bit of fun, but at the moment his mind was only filled with thoughts of Adora and the effects his big mouth had on her sweet face.

"... I don't think she's particularly happy with it, though," she muttered as she laced his boots, pulling Loki from his mind. "She loosened the corset the moment the dressmakers were out of the room and she seemed very uncomfortable."

"What do you mean, she's not happy with it?" he asked, and Aela glanced up at him before shrugging.

“Well, it’s an Asgardian dress,” she said quietly, finishing her work quickly.

“What’s your point?”

“She’s not Asgardian."

"Aela," Loki sighed. He pinched the bridge of his nose and did it again. "Speak plainly, please."

Aela stood and put a hand on her hip just to let him know she was annoyed, "Adora is from Alfheim. They don't wear any metal there, they wear strong leathers and dragon scales in battle and for events. Adora herself seems to prefer soft, lighter fabrics, especially ones with flowers on them and in bright colors."

"How do you know this?" he squinted at her, not enjoying her having a greater knowledge of Adora than him, even though it was the way of servants.

"She showed me some of the dresses she made for the upcoming feasts. I got the feeling the one she wore last night was more for your benefit." Aela shook her head as he glared at her, "Think of the dress she wore upon her arrival. It was nothing like the one last night, though she made them both by her own hand. She was as uncomfortable in that green dress as she was in her wedding one.”

“So?”

"I think she cares for you very deeply," Aela finished, reaching out and giving him a soft pat on his shoulder, "to put herself so far out of her comfort zone just to impress you."

"She made both of those dresses?" Loki asked quietly, impressed.

The stitch work on them both had caught his eye, but he'd chalked it up to the talent of their designers. He knew Adora enjoyed sewing and embroidering, but he had not known she was so exquisitely talented at it… and he realized now he did not compliment her on either of them.

"And more," Aela nodded, her eyes glittering. "Stunning work, honestly. I told her a lady should not be doing so much handiwork, but she insisted she enjoys making them for herself."

Loki thought about this, and he could easily imagine Adora sitting on a seamstress stool, or kneeling before a dress form, stitching delicate patterns with her nimble fingers.

"Do you like her?" he asked hesitantly, unsure why suddenly Aela's opinion meant so much to him.

"Oh yes," Aela nodded, flashing him a megawatt smile that made him feel better. "There's very few I've worked for who ask me how my day is going each time I see them. Adora always asks, even if she's already seen me."

"Scrap the wedding dress," he decided, and Aela looked to him with confusion. "Tell them I didn't like it, and to consult with Adora on another. Let her do what she likes."

"But you haven't even seen the designs," Aela worried, palming the back of her other hand. "The dressmakers will be angry."

"Then tell them I made you show me."

Loki stepped away from the mirrors and poured himself a drink, taking a long pull from the goblet and letting the wine soothe over his taste buds.

If Adora came up with the wardrobe she'd brought along, no doubt her wedding dress would be stunning. It would keep her mind off some of the other things going on and maybe help her adjust to life on Asgard.

He had things to attend to over the next two weeks, plans to make, strategies to execute so this all worked out in his favor.

"Tell them I want to see more of my bride in the dress," he nodded, staring off into space while Aela plastered a dreamy smile on her cheeks. "It's as much her wedding as it is mine. Alfheim and Adora should be showcased. Let her sew it herself if she likes."

"Very good!" Aela bubbled, clasping her hands happily as she moved to do as she was told.

"Aela?" Loki called, and she turned just before she reached the door. "Don't let them sew her so tightly next time in the corset. Better yet, forgo one completely. She doesn't need one."

"Is there anything else?"

Loki looked down at his hands, his jaw clenching tightly as something swelled in his chest. He wasn’t sure what it was. It was hot and it hurt a little, left him feeling like his expanding lungs might carry him off into the sunlight.

“How does she seem?” he asked quietly, not wanting her to see the hesitancy in his eyes. “Is she alright?”

“She’s… nervous, I’d say,” Aela admitted, nodding to herself. “I don’t think she likes being touched by anyone but you or me, though. She stiffens noticeably when it happens.”

“She doesn’t,” Loki affirmed, locking eyes with her so she felt the weight of his words. “On Alfheim, it’s customary to ask permission before touching someone you’re not married or related to. Make sure you’re the only one touching her from now on. Blame it on me and my… possessiveness, if you must.”

“The Princess never said anything,” Aela blanched, her blue eyes going wide and worried. “I wouldn’t have let anyone near her if I’d known.”

“She’d never, she doesn’t want to be a fuss. Just… do this for me, yeah?” He gave her his most charming smile, so she would do exactly as he asked her to. "Take care of her.”

“Anything for you, my Prince,” she curtsied, “Anything for your bride.”

And then she was gone, and Loki was left alone with his thoughts once more.

Hopefully this will help make Adora more comfortable. Her panicked face flashed through his mind again, wide eyed and patched painfully red. The thought of seeing that look again sent the rage flurrying in his belly again.

He wanted to know more about her, if only so Aela couldn’t surprise him with more information. They were supposed to play the part of two royals in love, but how was he supposed to truly do that without actually being in love with her?

Adora was never going to trust him if he kept her at arm’s length. If he could find a way to get her to open up, maybe this would all be easier on them both. Maybe he would be able to get her bridal gifts she’d actually enjoy, make her more at ease in this realm where she was an outsider.

Maybe he would learn who she was speaking to last night.

Loki sniffed hard, turning to look at himself in the mirror. He was tall and regal, and one wouldn’t have to twist his arm to call himself attractive. Adora didn’t seem to avoid looking at him, and he thought she just might like what she saw.

He made a decision as he adjusted his clothes, settling on a bridal gift for her that he’d read about in the catacombs. He would have to find Aela and go out to get it, and hopefully they’d be back in time for the feast.

He could do this, he knew he could. It was the only way to get what he wanted, and what Loki wanted was to win.

Loki was going to make Adora fall in love with him.

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Adora twisted her hands in her lap, using the table to hide her nervous habit. The feast was in full swing, everyone chatting and laughing around them while Adora sat uncomfortably in a sea of strangers.

Loki was nowhere to be found, and she'd had to endure many hugs and kisses on the cheek, in one case right on the lips, from people she didn't know.

Finally the food had been served, and everyone sat in their seats, yelling and jesting around her. Her father sat at one end of the long table, glaring at the empty seat beside her. He knew she was uncomfortable, and he stood to come sit next to her and keep her company.

"Your gentleman suitor is planting himself firmly on my bad side," he grumbled, settling into his chair and wrapping an arm around the back of hers.

"Stop it," Adora told him quietly, but she felt herself growing irritated as well.

She hadn't told her father about what transpired in her chambers earlier in the morning. It would serve little purpose except forcing her to listen to his angry musings even more.

After all, she had enjoyed Loki's company the night before, and his lips pressed to her forehead had run through her mind all day. She didn't want to give her father another reason to hate him. Still, he knew now how upsetting it was for her to be touched by so many people, and still he left her here to fend for herself.

"He's no doubt bedding some poor chambermaid," Wylen said anyway, setting Adora’s teeth on edge. "Getting it out of his system before the ceremony."

Adora said nothing, just squeezed her hands tighter together under the table. She wasn't sure why, but the idea settled heavily in her stomach.

She'd come into this not really caring if Loki slept with other people. This marriage wasn't a real relationship, and the stipulation that they stayed faithful to one another was Odin's and her father's, not Adora’s.

She certainly wasn't planning on sleeping with anyone besides Loki. Adora’s sexual history left much, almost everything, to be desired. She'd only been with one person, and that singular experience was something she'd sooner forget.

Adora almost hoped Loki found comfort somewhere else so she wouldn’t have to satisfy him. Having to consummate their marriage sexually was an Asgardian tradition, one she would have happily forgone, but Odin had his own terms in this deal, as did Adora and her father.

Wylen just wanted to keep Adora safe and happy, and she knew that. His want for monogamy was his attempt at sparing Adora’s feelings and reputation during this union, but the consummation night troubled her.

Having almost zero experience, Adora had no idea what to do on that night. She had no idea how to seduce Loki Odinson, she knew nothing about him but those terrible rumors…

And yet, his face when he told her he'd never hurt her…she almost believed him. His horrid words directly after only built her walls higher, made her anxiety pulse quicker in her veins. His immediate apology did nothing to help, and his flip flopping attitude frightened her a bit.

There were so many unknowns in her future, as there had always been. The problem now was that it wasn't just her own safety she had to worry about to lead the realm, she had to protect Milja at all costs. She was the future of the realm, the future of the Ljósálfar.

Her burden was greater than Adora’s, and the poor child had no idea.

Vanquishing Vanaheim was just the first step on a long road to freedom for her people and her realm. There was so much to do in such little time. Twenty years was nothing when one lived so long. By twenty years old Adora had survived assassination attempts, the loss of her mother and sisters, the loss of her father's sanity.

There was just so much to worry over.

“My son!” Odin’s booming voice echoed through the Hall. He waved his hands toward the doorway as Loki strode in, cheeks flushed and looking hurried. “You’re over an hour late to your own feast.”

“Yes, my apologies!” Loki called as she turned. His eyes searched for Adora, and when they landed on her he rushed over and placed his hands on her shoulders with a smile, earning an annoyed growl from her father. “I’m afraid I lost track of time. I was planning more presents for my future bride and got caught up.”

There was a round of whoops and jeers of profanity in good humor, but it made Adora’s cheeks heat up. Loki's cool hands on her helped to quell some of it, but the leering glances from the men around her made her look to her lap.

"Do you mind if I steal your lovely daughter away for a moment, King Wylen?" he asked her father politely.

Wylen took a large bite from a leg of chicken, not bothering to look Loki's way, "So long as you keep your hands to yourself."

"Uhm," she paused, glancing at her father's pissy expression. His attitude was only making this more awkward and harder for her with each passing moment. Adora stood and took Loki's hand, flashing him a smile while he watched her father warily. "Lead the way."

Loki led her quickly from the Hall, immediately pulling her toward the portal he’d shown her the night before. The seidr enveloped them as they stepped inside, leaving Adora blissfully tingly and warm under the fairy lights while Loki smoothed his hands down his thighs.

“Are you alright?” she asked hesitantly. Loki’s clothes were misaligned and rumpled, his hair pushed haphazardly away from his face. “I hope you don’t mind me saying this but you look… haggard.”

“Hmm? Oh, yes, I’m fine,” he insisted with just a flash of a smile. “I found myself running around longer than I meant to today.”

He looked as though he had been rushed out of whatever he was doing. With his disheveled clothing and hair, Loki’s skin had a sheen of sweat across it. His cheeks were red and dewy, and she came quickly to the conclusion that her father had been right.

Loki probably had been bedding some poor chambermaid… two weeks before their wedding.

Adora didn’t know quite why, but it brought a tightness to her chest, the thought of him flaunting around with just anybody. He was a royal, and she could understand his having some fun, but the thought of his bedding just anyone that walked by annoyed her greatly.

“Aela and I made a trip outside the palace and it took up most of my free time today,” Loki said, trying to reassure her that he was alright, but his admission only made her take a step away from him.

She had no right to be jealous, especially not of him and his servant girl. For some reason, it agitated her, the fact that he felt so bold as to tell her he’d gone outside palace grounds with another woman she knew him to have slept with.

“What did you want from me, Loki?” Adora asked, trying to curb the flash of irritation in her voice. She wrapped her arms around her waist tightly to keep herself grounded.

Loki’s brows furrowed and he frowned, reaching into his pocket as he watched her. He fished out a small velvet green box and handed it to her.

“Since now I know more of your taste, I thought you��d prefer this to the jewels I sent you yesterday,” he said quietly. No doubt he noticed her change of demeanor toward him, and Adora couldn’t seem to help but soften as she took the box.

She snapped open the little clasp, unable to hide her smile as she laid eyes on what laid inside. Settled in the velvet was a circular resin necklace, white and purple flowers pressed delicately into the clear shape.

"An Ahava flower," she chuckled, pulling it from the box by its fragile gold chain. Loki shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at her sheepishly.

"I read that on Alfheim they're given when a hand is asked in marriage. I thought it appropriate, if not a bit late," he said. He seemed nervous, gaze flicking between her and the jewelry, and he licked his bottom lip as he tried to gauge her reaction.

“It’s… beautiful,” Adora said. The heat that rushed to her face was highly embarrassing as she ran her thumb along the smooth surface of the coin-sized pendant. He was so very wrong, that was not what those flowers were given for. "It's wonderful, Loki."

Loki let out a slow breath, laughing lightly. "Oh, good. I'm having a hard time finding much about Alfheim’s culture in the catacombs. It's difficult to know what's right and what's wrong."

Unable to help herself, Adora laughed loudly, stifling it behind her hand as worry clouded Loki's features again.

"What?" he asked quickly, taking a step toward her. He took the necklace from her to inspect it. He held it up to the light curiously while Adora struggled to collect herself.

"You actually give these to your spouse when you plan to impregnate them," she told him, delighting as his jaw dropped and he blanched. “They’re fertility flowers.”

"Norns, that is, that's not wha-," he started, and Adora snatched the necklace from his hands. He gave her a pleading look, and all she could do was grin. "Adora, please, this is embarrassing enough."

"Oh no," Adora told him, wagging a finger and holding the necklace far away as he tried to take it back. "This was a gift, you can't rescind such a wonderful trinket."

"Tell me which flower is for engagements and I'll make you one with that!" Loki lunged for the necklace again, but Adora skirted to the side and backed down the hallway toward the portal.

The coy smile plastered on her face was an odd feeling. It stayed there as Loki backed her up against the wall, and she clutched the necklace tightly behind her back.

"Adora come on," he whispered dangerously, but for the first time in a very long time…Adora was feeling playful. He smiled down at her, looming tall and muscular above her. "Let me get you something else."

"You can get me anything you like, Loki Odinson, but you'll not take this necklace from me," Adora purred, looking up at him through her lashes. "My fiance gave it to me, I'm afraid it has sentimental value."

"I will find a way to get it back, you know," Loki warned her, but Adora wasn't having it.

She took the necklace and unhooked the clasp, slipping it over her chest and around her neck.

"How do I look?" she asked, posing a bit. Loki laughed and reached out, picking up the little pendant and admiring it. His touch was cool against her burning skin, and her breath hitched when his knuckles brushed her collarbone.

"Beautiful, exquisitely so," he murmured, lips parted slightly. Suddenly Adora realized how close he was, his nose nearly touching hers as he rested one hand near her head against the marble.

Unlike that morning, it wasn't intimidating. There was tension, but it was unlike anything Adora had ever felt. Warm tingles spread from her cheeks to her chest, sizzling as it made its way down her arms and legs, out her fingers and toes. It was almost surprising steam hadn't plumed between her heat and Loki's chilled aura.

He even smelled cold, like the pines and the tundra on the borders of Alfheim and it radiated from his skin. It made her nostalgic, memories of her childhood adventures to visit the Ice Elves with her mother surfacing for the first time in a long time.

Swallowing thickly, Adora watched Loki mirror her, watching one another under the dim lighting and breathing far more heavily than needed.

"We should get back," Loki decided, which was good. Had he not broken that trance Adora might have stayed leaning against the wall all night, staring into the ocean mist blue eyes of her betrothed.

Adora nodded, and Loki took her hand in his. Lacing his fingers with hers, Loki led her back to the Great Hall.

Everyone was dancing once more, the food forgotten while the music played. Loki immediately swept Adora along to the band, pulling her into the throngs of people.

He spun her around the dance floor, a big smile cracked across his face, and that same warmth from earlier crackled through her once more. She had to keep looking away from him, for each time she caught his eye it burst through her belly again.

It was silly, but it was fun. The way he twirled her around the room and whispered little jokes in her ear left her grinning and laughing more than she had in a long time. Loki went to dip her, but Adora stopped him with an awkward hand on his chest.

"Just let go, Adora," he told her gently, his eyes sparkling under the candlelight.

"I don't really know how," Adora confessed.

Loki's arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close against him. She could feel the other patrons' eyes on them, so she did her best to gaze adoringly at him.

He leaned down and bumped the tip of her nose with his, his cool breath fanning along her heated cheeks.

"I can show you."

Adora gulped. For a moment she could almost believe that Loki truly cared about her. His gaze flicked between her eyes and her lips, and her stomach erupted with butterflies as he somehow leaned closer.

He didn't kiss her, it would be inappropriate in front of all these people without them being married. As the crowd jeered around them, Loki's sole focus was on her, and for some reason Adora found she liked that very much.

"Show me," she said, surprised the words even came out of her mouth.

Loki grinned wolfishly, and suddenly she was being twirled out again. As her arms straightened and she looked back at Loki, his strong hand tugged her back.

Adora let herself melt into his touch, her hair whipping out behind her as she curled again into his arms. Quickly Loki twisted her, dipping her while the people around them cheered.

He pulled her back up and held her close, both of them panting and grinning at one another.

"You look good with your hair down, Princess," Loki hummed, and Adora scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I'm serious, you should let go more often."

"Well," Adora decided, flashing him an awkward smile. "I've got twenty years to learn."

Loki nodded, pretending to think it over. Adora jumped a bit in his arms as his thumb smoothed lines up and down her spine.

"I'm a great teacher. I think we'll do just fine."

Oh no, Adora thought as she tried to pull back the cracking in her chest that she'd felt after he kissed her forehead.

It left tingling sensations all through her veins, coming directly from the spot his thumb rubbed along her skin through her dress.

I think I might actually like him, she realized.

Shit.

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violetnotez · 4 years ago

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Izuku x reader

⤷ Genre: Fluff, Artist AU!

⤷ Word Count: 1700+

⤷ Warnings: the reader is preggers in this one!

⤷ Synopsis: All you want to do is to get Izuku back in bed once you realize he’s working on his latest project in the early morning.

Song Recs: ⤷Adventure of A Life Time-Coldplay ⤷Simple and Clean-Mree ⤷First Light-Lindsey Stirling

This is for the Izuku Month! pls go check out the awesome writers participating for this month here!

Also thank you so much @freckledoriya for helping me with this one! 💕💕💕

You sighed as your mind began to drowsily awake from sleep, your eyes cracking open at your nightstand. Your hands went out to reach your phone in the dark, your limbs feeling heavy as you checked the time, flipping over the phone screen sluggishly. The light blinded you momentarily, your eyes scrunching by the brightness. You squinted through your lashes, a fuzzy number 3 in your line of vision.

It was 3 in the morning?!?

Well great.

You sighed in annoyance. You were sick of waking up so early and having such a diffult time going back to sleep. Your hand went out to reach for the man next to you, seeking to touch his warm and calloused skin.

Izuku was always your go to when you couldn’t go back to sleep-all you had to do was snuggle into his body and listen to his rhythmic heartbeat and you be in a blissful sleep in no time.

To your disappointment, though, your arm collided with empty air and a cold bed, Izuku nowhere to be found. You propped your body up on the bed, looking for your green haired lover-maybe he was using the bathroom?

Nope-the light in your shared bathroom was completely off, your bedroom coated in darkness.

You rolled your eyes internally with a smirk-you had an idea where he could be.

Your sluggish feet touched the cold wood floor, the only clothing on your body being a pair of underwear and one of Izuku’s t-shirts, the fabric loose and flowing against your frame.

You wobbled slightly on your legs-waking up suddenly had made your body unbalanced, and being pregnant wasn’t helping it.

You were over 2 months pregnant, the belly of the baby you had with Izuku finally beginning to show.

Izuku was ecstatic to become a father, always showering you with love and affection for you and the baby you shared together. You were constantly being kissed and caressed on your belly, his green tresses tickling your skin as he hummed sweet little phrases to your growing child. He was the most perfect man to have a baby with, always so kind and generous with his love for you two.

When he had heard the wonderful news, he instantly began crying, squeezing the life out of you as he blubbered on about how much he loved you and your child. After you had soothed his weeping state, he had promised he was going to begin decorating the baby’s room in the spare bedroom you two had.

Izuku had never been given a quirk, and it had sadly hindered him from becoming a hero, which was his dream job as a child. After finally coming to terms with his reality, poor Izuku was so devastated he resorted to art as his outlet for his disappointment. He was incredibly talented, and his strong determined spirit led him to being one of the most successful freelance artists in Japan at the mere age of 22.

So now his most recent project was quite simple-make the most beautiful mural ever for his future baby.

It was quite sweet of him to be so caring, but you had to admit-Izuku was taking it way too seriously. He had this wonderful plan of painting the whole room with pearly white clouds and feathery storks, their eyes sweet and doe like as they watched over your future baby as they slept.

You couldn't wait to see the final result, but-Izuku was spending a lot of his time on it.

You were waking up too many times in the night to only find that Izuku was gone from bed, working in your baby’s room at ungodly hours of the morning. You just wanted him to stay-all that work could wait for the morning.

You tiptoed to the room, the room light on as Izuku worked on his masterpiece. The faint smell of chemicals wafted in the air, signaling that Izuku was indeed painting in the room.

Thankfully, Izuku didn’t close the door completely, allowing you to watch him at work.

You loved seeing him when he painted-he always look so calm and at peace with himself, even if the eye bags under his eyes betrayed his actual state. His hair was unruly as ever, specks of blues and white coating the tips as well his nose.

Splatters of baby blue, opaque white, and pearly pink dusted his cheeks, blending in with the faint freckles that were already littered on his face.

You watched his strong muscles move delicately along the wall, the brush strokes going back and forth as he worked on one of the wings of the many storks he had sketched out.

He was so meticulous about each detail, yet so in peace with his work.

You walked in, deciding you were done admiring him and now wanting to complete your original plan- getting him to come back to bed.

He must have been really in the zone, though, as he didn’t even hear the steps of your feet on the plush carpeting as you wrapped your hands around his torso, snuggling his neck.

“It looks so pretty ‘Zuku, your doing such an amazing job,”

Midoriya jumped slightly by your touch, but then quickly eased into it once he realized it was you. A coating of pink blossomed on his face, realizing you must have been watching him work for a while now.

He sighed into your touch, his eyes closing in bliss.

“Hi puppy,” he greeted warmly, his voice low and feathery,” what are you doing up so early?”

He turned around, his eyes searching yours as his hands gently grasped around your stomach, his soothing digits running along the clothed skin.

His heart pinged just by the mere sight of you wearing his clothes-he loved when you wore anything of his.

“I should be asking the same about you.”

He chuckled lightly, his eyes going to the side in embarrassment. He knew he was staying up way too late to finish this project, but he felt in his heart he had to do it. This was for the child you two had made together, your very first one. He had to do everything in his power to make sure they came into a room that was filled with love and comfort.

“Y/n, you should be in bed right now, you and the baby need sleep,” he said sweetly, his hands still rubbing against the skin of your stomach.

“But how can I sleep when your baby misses you-“

You placed your hand on top of his, a giggle slipping out of your mouth.

“I think they know when your gone, because I always wake up when you leave the room to do this project-“

You pretended to look angry at him, a pointed look on your brow.

“-which has been every other night, might I add,”

A soft blush creeped into his skin, his warm lips kissing the top of your forehead.

“I’m sorry, dear, it’s just-I really, really want to finish-“

“Come on Izuku, you’ve got 7 whole months to finish the room!,” you argued softly, your hands brushing against the back of his neck, “you don’t have to rush it so much.”

“I know, but -but-what if I don’t finish it? What if something comes up or I have to paint another collection and I just get too busy? I would feel terrible if I don’t finish it in time for our baby.”,”

You smiled at the green haired man, his eyes drinking you in. God, he felt so lucky. You most definitely the most beautiful woman in his eyes, and he couldn’t fathom how he had snagged somebody as amazing as you.

“You won’t get too busy and you will finish it. I know you Izuku. Once you put your mind to something, you will keep doing it until it’s done. This project is no different!”

He gazed at you with a warm smile, his cheeks glowing under the specks of paint. You could feel how tired Izuku was, his body language a little less energetic than usual. His shoulder slumped as if they were weighed down, his half lidded eyes warm and dreamy. A soft sigh escaped his lips as you brushed the skin under his eyes, almost as if brushing the sleepless bags away.

“Please just come to bed,” you whispered, “I can’t go to sleep without you,”

He sighed as he took a small moment to think. His body was yelling at him to go to you, to just envelope himself in your warmth and comfort. But he really, really wanted to finish his project, because once it was done, he wouldn’t feel such a need to finish.

He gave you a tired smile, his fingers brushing against the skin of your arm as he reluctantly let go of your embrace.

“Okay...just let me finish this one wing and I’ll come back-“

“No!” You yelled defiantly, your hands wrapping around his neck. Your body collided with his strong back, your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck. A blush erupted on Izuku’s face as you cuddled against him.

“Bed-now,” you commanded softly. Your breath fanned against his skin, making goose bumps crawl up his back.

“Oh y/n, I promise I don’t want to argue with you,” he sighed out as he desperately tries to hold backs yawn, “I just want to-“

You rolled your eyes playfully at the defiant boy.

He really could be the most stubborn person you knew-but after being with him for so long, you knew exactly what would make him change his mind.

You swiveled yourself around Izuku until you were right in front of his face, his bright emerald eye staring at you with confusion. You gave him a soft smile, your lips gently colliding with his as you grasped his face with your hands.

The faint taste of strawberries (most likely from his chapstick) bursted in your mouth, making you smile against his lips. It was adorable to you how nervous he still was when you kissed him, your fingers warming up against his cheeck from his intense blushing. You parted from the boy, giggling at his clearly dazed expression.

“Bed?” You mused sweetly, your lashes fluttering, “Pretty please?”

Izuku chuckled at your attempts to win him over, your plan working perfectly. You knew him too well, and you knew exactly how to get him wrapped around your finger.

He gave you a small peck on your cheek, a smile blessing his lips as he bent down slightly, his hands curling around the backs of your knees.

You opened your mouth to ask him what he was doing, but what only came was a small squeak as he picked you up bridal style, your hands immediately finding an anchor around his neck.

He chuckled at your obvious shock, kissing your nose with warmth and endearment. He smile down at you as he walked out of the room, a contented sigh escaping his lip.

“Bed it is!”

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