#loki's children

[yeehawpim]

a comic about brothers

[simple-persica]

Remembered that I love Overly Sarcastic Productions and I thought it'd be fun to do a screenshot redraw from their Loki video

[thefugitivesaint]

Pedro Augé, 'Loki's Children', 2014 Source

[sigyn-foxyposts]

"Fjölskylda Loka: borð Hel"

🇬🇧: Loki's family: Hel's table.

I wanted to include as many symbolisms and characters possible into this piece. I'm certain you can tell who is who, such as Hel's servants and family members.

This honestly looked a lot better in my head, but here we are with the tragic angst!

[frostironcomics]

Loki and his babies (ft: Tony with the hot coco)

[winterzxsoldierz]

Home Alone In The Avenger's Tower

Reader x Hydra agents

Authors Note: I was watching Home Alone earlier and wanted to make a one shot inspired off of it, Marvel style, in this you are Loki's kid, yes i said it, and the Avengers are not gonna be around for this one sadly, but hydra will and that meant fun for you, don't be too sad the avengers will come at the end. Warnings: Pranks, a lot of sadistic pranks, and blood, language Steve wouldn't approve of. Side note:I wanted to bring Christmas a bit early and add some glorious purpose to it. Reader is Female and around 17 & 18

The day started out normal, you waking up and doing anything a relatively normal person would do, brushing teeth and getting yourself together, the team had to go on a emergency mission on Christmas Eve, which had you a little bummed because you were actually starting to like them, your father said they weren't that bad and you agree.

Walking into the kitchen, you stop and smirk, and magically you conjure a full plate of breakfast out onto the table in front of you "Ha, beat that Sam." you murmur to yourself smugly. you take a seat down and begin to eat breakfast, you turn on the tv as well, watching the Grinch, Bucky's twin you called him. After breakfast you wander around the tower snooping around Tony's lab, touching things you have no business touching, you then find Tony's music playlist and grin, that's when you find it, the perfect song to blast around now that you're alone, Master Of Puppets by Metallica, and you ask his A.I F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn it on the common room loud speakers, and around the tower, you sing and dance without a care in the world, hell you even conjure your own electric guitar.

(Sun down) Hours had passed since the sun was up and there you sat on the couch with a tub of ice cream in your lap, with a spoon bigger than your mouth in your hands, "Merry Christmas you filthy animal." you imitate Kevin in the movie as you watch him quote the guy he's watching on his tv. (Meanwhile) Brock Rumlow creeps up the steps of the Avenger's level of the tower, and signals his buddy Grant Ward, to follow him, Rumlow felt a bit smug knowing that the Avengers were gone for the day and probably the night as well, he had it all figured out and Alexander Pierce would definitely be proud when he comes back with juicy information...But little did he know he was in for a rude awakening. A sudden crash awakens you from your power snooze and you look around noting the quiet, the television had cut off itself and the common room was only brightened by the Christmas lights and tree, your eyes narrow in suspension since you knew the team weren't home yet, and it definitely wasn't Peter because he would have texted you, you hear voices, whisper shouting to each other, it was definitely two men, none of who voices you knew, so activating your invisibility you began to your search.

Upon reaching Tony's lab next to the file room you see them, and your eyes widen, now you had two options call for help or handle things yourself, and you thought what the hell, 'I'm a god, i don't need it.'

Purposely you make yourself visible again and play scared child, both of the agents come up to you but you run and of course there's a little evil smirk on your lips. "Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y lock any source of exits in the tower for anyone who isn't me or the Avengers." you yell. and you slip into your fathers room.

(POV:Hydra's)

"What the fuck? Brock you said the place was empty! Grant exclaimed in annoyance, Brock shrugs and glares "How was i supposed to know there'd be a Teenager here?" Brock argues trying to defends himself, Grant rolls his eyes "For you to be the leader of the strike team you sure act like an obnoxious dick on a stick." Grant glowers. "Let's just find the girl." Brock grumbles and walks off "Besides, what can one girl do to us?" Brock yells cockily.

Running into the kitchen you go into the pantry and pull out some popcorn, you rip open the bag and lay out some kernels on the ground, you then grab a bottle of olive oil and pour it down on the ground of the kitchen and common room entrance, but you pour enough where it'll lead them into a large pool of green paint you conjured into the common room area. plan one was already in motion.

"Hey Brock i think i found- oh shit." Grant yelps as he trips forward on the kernels only to slip quicker on the oil, "Uh-oh" the words leave him as he tips over into the pool of green paint with a wet splash. All you do is smirk in the back ground and teleport to where Rumlow is heading.

"Where is that little bitch?" Brock growls and makes his way down the hall towards the file room and instead of meeting the room he falls, through a portal and he falls for about 30 minutes before you eventually let him fall into the paint pool next to his buddy.

Both Brock and Grant look at each other in confusion, before both of them get out the pool, but you have other plans for them. Teleporting the men into the training room, you have them held up against Clint arrow dart board and you speak into the intercom completely invisible to the men you speak "Ladies and Gentlemen, today we have two continents up on stage today to play a game of human darts, our weapon of choice, daggers!" you say excitedly, "But firstly let's give a boo for our gentlemen up on stage for being pussy's for making a move when my family aren't home. BOOO." you murmur dryly and in a wicked tone you speak. "Let's began."

With you still invisible you step into the room, handful of Bucky's daggers in hand, you watch in amusement as the men look around clearly worried about if you're around or not, but who cares.

You start by flipping the dagger in your hand and the swish the dagger fly's right by Grant's arm and plunges right into the board next to him, and then you throw another making a yelp leave him as it lands right by his head, you laugh. Then you turn to Brock, a look of distaste on your face, this guy creeped you out more than you like to admit, you throw not one but two daggers at him, one landing on each side of his arm almost hitting him but not quite. "I call this one, no kids in his sack." You quip and throw a dagger right between his legs, so close but not hitting him. but you laugh at his screams.

Three hours. it's been three hours, since Brock and Grant have been victims of your games, they can't find you anywhere but you have traps waiting for them every corner, Brock was covered in chocolate sauce and thumbtacks and Grant was still green from earlier but had burned shoes from stepping on metal steps you some how have heated up. Again the intercoms start up this time it plays Another one bites the dust by Queen, and the lights flicker off and on and both men walk on a trip wire and are immediately slapped with pans in the face and the fall back into yet another portal and falls into a pool full of flour, they don't get a chance before honey is falling down on them, but of course it wouldn't be funny without your laughter.

Once again, Brock Rumlow and Grant Ward split up, big mistake.

Brock walks down the hallway, his steps a bit squeaky from the mess that is him, he lost all his weapons, he leans up against the wall, and peaks around the corner seeing a round barstool with a metal bucket on it that says "Weapons." he walks towards it with fast big strides and reaches his hand in and hears a click his eyes widens and then Boom he's blown back into a wall rendering him unconscious and a bit bloody "Merry Christmas you filthy animal." You quote, with a satisfied smirk on your lips as the clock it's 12 on the dot. You follow Grant, you're invisible again, and watching him, the feeling he gets is uneasiness and he looks around, yet he keeps going forward, he walks into a room that looks Christmas gift wrapped, it's an empty circle looking room, the door shuts behind him immediately and with an illusion spell, you make him see spiders, that look like reindeer, and they start to chase him, he runs but runs into the glass walls repeatedly until you decided you were done with them, so you teleport in there and punch him in the face knocking him out. You drag Brock's unconscious form into the room with Grant, and tie their hands together with Christmas lights and then you add a Christmas bow on each of their heads. the room that the two men are in is Loki's old cell, you leave the cell locking it up and you put gift wrapping paper over the glass to keep any one from seeing in or out, you add a large golden bow on the door and a note that reads "To:Avengers, From:Y/N"

You cleaned the entire tower up with your powers and went to bed like nothing happened but only you'll know the real secret.

(Avengers Pov)

Everyone is tense and tired, the mission was a trap and bust but everyone is alive, and that's all that mattered, the jet lands on the helipad and the team gets off.

Upon getting into the tower the place smells of fresh chocolate and mint, they are first met with cookies and hot chocolate on the table in the common room, and they see the stockings filled with wrapped gifts, the anger and tension in the seems to leave as they see this and know your the cause, and then that's when they hear it, Jingle bell rock playing from a distance, they follow it until they reach the gift wrapped cell, each of them has their own look of confusion, before Tony steps forward and reads the card. "I'm assuming that the mission you went on was a trap, i hope you like the snacks and presents but i think you'll like this one more, i got em. from. Y/N Laufeyson-"

The rest of the team steps forward and starts to tear down the paper and there the two men lay fully conscious and tied up in a jolly way and all messed up. The team looks at each other before bursting out in laughter. "Well i'll be damned." Tony snickers "That's my darling little angel." Loki smirks, a proud look in his eyes. (The End)

Happy soon Thanksgiving and early Christmas, thanks for reading❤️💚

[batwynn]

An evening with the family.

(From left to right: Jormungandr, Tony, Loki, Fenrir in the back, Hela in the front, and Sleipnir in the back.)

-A Patreon request

[taw-k]

Don't imagine Loki never wanting the throne and his ideal life is infact a quiet cabin, away from all the stress of royalty, with the partner he loves most.

Don't imagine that dream dying when he realises hes a frost giant and no one will ever love him.

Don't imagine Loki wanting kids before but now whenever he imagines his children all he can see is the spawn of an ugly frost giant, a plauge, a face not even a mother could love.

Don't imagine Loki being afraid he'll never love his children and be exactly like his father.

Don't do iittttt

[ryebread-x]

Narfi(If he had lived au)

I wanted to do my own take on grown-up Narfi as an au where he doesn't end up meeting a short yet tragic end to his life like in the myths

This version of Narfi ends up going from being a shy, soft-spoken kid to becoming more confident and outspoken as an adult while having a level of sass to him. Taking hobbies such as swordfighting and an interest in combat.

[myth-o-loki]

Jörmungandr, one of Loki’s children. Probably when he was still quite young. Playing with his own tail.

My art.

[bugwolfsstuff]

Working on a poem about Jormungand cus he makes me sad (hes all alone in the ocean)

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Monster, beast

Thats what they call you

Did you think for a moment,

As the freezing water hit your scales

Of home?

Did you think of the lands of Jotunheim

And a part i have yet to fit into it but i want to be near the end.

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Do the waves cradle you in their arms,

Sweet Lokechilde?

The sea holds many great beasts in their arms

What is one more?

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Would appreciate feedback on the little bit i have

[2dlovley]

Loki's children with the mystery farmer 4/4(sorry for the very long wait •>•)

They are the youngest family.

I still dont have any names for them (sorry again ~_~)

So the second youngest was mostly suspicious of loki but mostly brushed it off

got her dress and earings from loki when she(loki) left. Full of worries full of dread when Fimbulvetr began, shockingly survived, later when ragnarok begin, she died when a draugar went after her

This one is the youngezt as you can see

he got a necklace when loki left. The main priority when Fimbulvetr began, survived, got on a raft when the waves began to rise. Later died of food poisoning when he ate a fish that was contaminated with Jorm's poison.

[godsofhumanity]

Fenrir: Quick! Give me something blunt! Jormungandr: You have a hard time trusting people due to your experiences with Tyr and our own father. Fenrir: Fenrir: An object, Jormungandr!

[sigyn-foxyposts]

''What an akward family reunion..''

Poor fenrir and Jormi, it's a little akward meeting family members destined to kill you :,D

[mallornart]

Baby Hel and Loki

If Loki loved anyone, it was Hel, Fenrir, Jormungundr, Vali, and Narfi. I have some doubts about Sigyn and Angrboda. 😅😅🤷🏻

His daughter, his princess. Those tiny arms and legs… he didn't think anything had ever caught his attention for more than a second, the 9 worlds seemed rather indifferent to him, which was why he was so often bored and liked to irritate the people of Aagard and the jotuns, their idiotic arguments were entertaining him entertainment, and yet… He didn't believe in miracles, but he would undoubtedly call the little giantess a miracle. That night was one of the best nights of his life. He adjusted the baby in his arms, on which took a long time, opened one light green eye, then the other, looking curiously at his father and stretching out his little hands. Loki smiled. When he gave his daughter his finger, she closed her fist and after a while she started sucking it. God chuckled

– Hello, snowflake. - he whispered to the girl After a moment, he thought about it, looking at the baby's fiery hair. This newborn was different, he saw something interesting in her , in her pattern where she focused attention on everything around but she was also clearly looking at him. In fact, he didn't know each other on raising children, but Frigg recently gave birth to her second son - Baldur. She once said they were like little kids they cannot yet focus on the person of their parent and not much that they see, because the light is too bright for them. Additionally, they most often look upside down. Girl was observing him on purpose, certain of who she was, he became immediately sure of it. Eventually, however, she lost interest in his finger and instead her chubby paws tried to touch the neck, specifically the pendant with a raven skull attached to a strap, between a strand of brown beads. Loki laughed again.

–You like it - he said happily, taking the ornament over his head - he placed the skull in the roll of the blanket, to which the girl reacted with enthusiastic squeaking. Then she clumsily grabbed the object, wrapped it in her arms, and curled it into a ball. She fell asleep immediately. Loki looked on with growing admiratio.You like bones. - he said - Just like the inhabitants of the land of Hel. It is ruled by Garm, a shapeshifter like me and perhaps you," he stroked the tiny head. In his large hand she seemed as small as a grain of sand - Hella, Hel… he repeated thoughtfully - It suits you. Angrboda will like it, right Hel?!

Angrboda zmęczona porodem udała się na spoczynek, a reszta mieszkańców dworu zajęła opijaniem przybycia nowej członkini rodziny. Dwie siostry i matka żony boga zostały z olbrzymką w komnacie by czuwać przy jej boku w razie potrzeby. Loki jednak chociaż zapraszano go do zastawionego suto stołu pierwszy raz w życiu odmówił udziału w biesiadzie. Pierwszy raz uznał,że wybierze coś innego niż huczne świętowanie. Wolał bowiem zostać z córką, z noworodkiem na rękach, .Zafascynował się całkowicie. Gdy reszta olbrzymów zostawiła ich samych, zasiadł z dzieckiem przy palenisku z kocykiem w ramionach a gdy spojrzał na córeczkę, tak niewinnie i słodko drzemiącą w jego rękach serce stopiło mu się jak bryłka lodu. Mógł być potworem, lisem Asgardu, jak nazywali go inni bogowie, oszustem, nigdy sam nie nazwał by siebie prawym, nie zaprzeczył gdyby ktoś określił go jako hipokrytę lub egoistę,.sam dobrze wiedział,że wszystko, co robi, robi dla własne korzyści lub by uciec od problemu,nie nadawał się do pomocy innym,nie lubił zajmować się cudzymi problemami chyba,że po to by zrobić komuś na złość,ale patrząc na to kruche stworzenie wiedział od razu,że ten jeden raz zrobi dla niego dosłownie wszystko, bez względu na swoje dobro. Jego córeczka, jego księżniczka. Te malutkie rączki i nóżki….nie sądził by cokolwiek,kiedykolwiek zwróciło jego uwagę na dłużej niż na sekundę, 9 światów zdawało mu się raczej obojętne, właśnie dlatego tak często się nudził i lubił irytować mieszkańców Aagardu i jotunów, ich idiotyczne spory dostarczały mu rozrywki, a jednak … Nie wierzył w cuda ,ale małą olbrzymkę bez wątpienia nazwał by cudem. Ta noc należała do najlepszych jego życia. Poprawił dziecko w ramionach, na co przeciągnęło się,otworzyło jedno jasnozielone oko, potem drugie z zaciekawieniem patrząc na ojca i wyciągając małe rączki. Loki uśmiechnął się. Gdy podał córce palec zacisnęła na nim swoją piąstkę a po chwili zaczęła go ssać. Bóg zachichotał

–Witaj śnieżynko. - szepnął do dziewczynki Po chwili zastanowił się, patrząc na ognistą czuprynę maleństwa. Ten noworodek był inny, widział w nim coś interesującego , w jej wzorku, w którym skupiała uwagę na wszystkim wokół, ale też wyraźnie mu się przyglądała. Nie znał się co prawda na wychowywaniu dzieci,lecz Frigg, niedawno urodziła swojego,drugiego syna - Baldura. Twierdziła kiedyś,że takie maluchy nie potrafią jeszcze skupić wzroku na osobie rodzica i nie wiele co widzą, bo światło jest dla nich zbyt jaskrawe. Do tego najczęściej patrzą do góry nogami. Poparła ją Eir- lekarka bogów, gdy oglądała małego. Za to, to cudo bez wątpienia skupiało spojrzenie na tym, co chciało. Lustrowało go celowo,pewne kim jest ,nabrał co do tego natychmiastowej pewności. W końcu jednak przestało się interesować jego palcem a zamiast tego pulchne łapki próbowały dotknąć szyi, konkretnie wisiorka z czaszką kruka umocowaną na rzemieniu, pomiędzy splotem brązowych koralików. Loki znów się zaśmiał.

–Podoba ci się.- stwierdził radośnie, zdejmując ozdobę przez głowę – położył czaszkę w zwoju koca, na co dziewczynka zareagowała entuzjastycznym skrzeczeniem. Potem chwyciła niezgrabnie przedmiot,otuliła ramionami, zwinęła w kłębek. Natychmiast zasnęła. Loki przypatrywał się temu z rosnącym zachwytem.

–Lubisz kości. - stwierdził - Zupełnie jak mieszkańcy krainy Hel. Włada nią Garm, zmiennokształtny jak ja i być może ty.– pogłaskał malutką główkę. W jego wielkiej dłoni wydawała się drobna jak ziarenko piasku- Hella, Hel… powtórzył w zamyśleniu Pasuje do ciebie. Angrbodzie się spodoba, prawda Hel ?!

[hecatesdelights]

Jörmungandr, The Midgard Serpent, from Norse mythology, who grows so vast as to encircle the whole world, eating it's own tail, a mythical Ouroboros