#it's holding my 1/12 tinies hair plates together and supporting their necks

[dolly-birdi]

Shout out to white tack it I can't believe I was sleeping on it for fixing doll problems for so long....I've used it for at least half of my dolls and I'm not even halfway through the pack of it this stuff's a lifesaver.

[gingerwritess]

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

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

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

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

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

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

look at that little smile i cRY

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

“I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus

Underneath the mistletoe last night…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gross.”

“It is not gross.”

“Yeah it is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yeah it is!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Am I… am I a good father?”

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

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

“Come again?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mommy? Are you ok?”

The two of you froze.

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

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

Ok, very worrisome.

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

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

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

An awkward moment of silence passed. Then…

“AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The next morning, the world was bouncing.

Wait, what?

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

“UP, UP!!! Meeeerry Christmas!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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