#but Lokis there and hes being loved and held and babied...

[leos-regression-cove]

Thor all big with a beard holding a very sleepy tiny baby Loki who's just had a very hard day to his chest. Send post.

[merlucide]

I need their reaction of you being pregnant (Like fr, not a prank) and adding Loki and Noa’s reaction 😻

BLLK BOYS REACTION TO YOU BEING PREGNANT

notes: okie dokie, I put my back into this so I hope it’s okay 😭

Characters: !!Aged up!! Rin, Isagi, Bachira, Reo, Otoya, Loki, Noa

warnings:

ITOSHI RIN

when you said the words “I’m pregnant” he couldn’t breathe. The weight of the moment settled around him. The silence stretched out before he finally managed to look up, his eyes wide with a mix of emotions. "Are you serious?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. The uncertainty in his tone made it unclear whether he was overwhelmed with joy or cloaked in disappointment. You could only nod, your heart pounds heavily as you wait for what he’ll say next. 

He closed the distance between them in a few quick strides. He passionately kissed you, his lips smashed against yours as your eyes fluttered shut.

Pulling back just enough to see your face, Rin cradled your cheeks in his hands, his touch tender. Your foreheads leaning against each other, a small, awestruck smile playing on his lips. "We...we're going to be parents," he murmured, the reality of the words sinking in, filling him with a profound happiness. “We are going to be parents.” He confirmed looking into your eyes. You smiled brightly at him “Yes, Rin, we are”. He held you so tightly in his arms whispering over and over again “We’re going to be parents.” <3

ISAGI YOICHI

He had just returned from practice, rummaging through the fridge for something to snack on. "Hey babe, how about takeout tonight?" he called out, glancing over for your response. However, he froze, completely unprepared for the sight of you holding a pregnancy test. His eyes flicked from the test back to your face, you bit your lip to attempt to suppress your smile. "No way," he gasped, his hands dropping from the fridge door as he rushed over to stand just inches away from you.

He stared at the pregnancy test, his mouth open in shock. "No way, no way, no way!" His whisper escalated into a joyful laugh. Grasping your hands, he shook his head, speechless with happiness. "A baby?" he finally managed to ask.

"A baby," you confirmed, smiling brightly.

His laughter filled the room as he lifted you into a twirl, holding you close. As you both laughed together, he hugged you tightly, planting kisses on your shoulder. "I love you so much, Y/N. Thank you, thank you, thank you," he repeated, his voice full of emotion. <3

BACHIRA MEGURU

You had been anxiously waiting for just the right moment to share your big news with Meguru. The topic of starting a family had come up between you two before, but the reality of it happening so soon had you kinda freaking out. Lost in your thoughts, you were startled when Meguru burst through the bedroom door holding your pregnancy test, his face lit up with an enormous grin.

He leapt towards you in his excitement, and the two of you tumbled onto the bed, laughing amidst the chaos. "Oh my god, Y/N! Are you seriously pregnant?!" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of shock and sheer delight.

You whispered a ‘yes’, overwhelmed by his reaction and the joy in his eyes. Meguru's laughter filled the room, his happiness infectious. He wrapped his arms around you tightly. "This is amazing, Y/N! I can't believe we're going to have a baby!" He kissed all over you face again and again and again. “I’m gonna be a daddy!” He exclaimed gripping onto you “And you’re gonna be a mommy!” You smiled at him so relieved at his reaction. “Oh my god I have to tell mom!!” He looked around the room. “Y/N I love you, I love you so so much.” <3

MIKAGE REO

Reo was lounging on the couch, watching an old biography on TV when you approached, holding a bag. "I have something for you" you said, catching his attention. 

He flashed a playful grin. "Aw, baby, you don't need to spoil me, that's my job" he chuckled.

"I know, but I think you'll really like this" you replied, sitting next to him and handing him the bag. Curious, Reo reached inside and pulled out a yellow onesie. He turned it over in his hands, puzzled at first as he tried to understand the significance of the gift. Suddenly, realization dawned on him, and his mouth dropped open.

"No way...”

With an enormous smile, you threw your arms up. "I'm pregnant!"

The shock on Reo's face quickly transformed into unmistakable joy. He leaped up from the couch, sweeping you into his arms with such enthusiasm that both of you nearly fell over. Laughing, he steadied himself and then hugged you tightly, spinning you around the room.

"I can't believe it- we-we're going to be parents!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. He set you down gently but kept you close, his eyes gleaming with happiness. "Thank you Y/N. You continue to make me the happiest man in the world”he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then one to your lips. <3

OTOYA EITA

You had been avoiding bringing up that you were pregnant, unsure of how he’d react. Eita had just comeback from his run, his face still flushed from it, as he took a swig of water you approached him.

As he wiped his brow with the back of his hand, you blurted out, "I'm pregnant." 

The water he was drinking went down the wrong pipe, and Eita violently choked, sputtering as he set the bottle down. He looked up at you, eyes wide, as he coughed. "Are you kidding?" he  asked, once he regained his composure.

You shook your head, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. "No, I'm not kidding. It's for real"

For a moment, Eita just stared, the gears visibly turning in his head as he processed the news. Then a blank expression spread across his face. "Pffft, Wow….. like- wow… like for real?” You nodded slowly “…shit okay- damn, shit wow- that's—wow, we're gonna have a tiny human?!" he rambled, his voice a mixture of excitement and disbelief.

He stumbled over to where you were standing, still a bit awkward from his run and now this huge news. With a shaky laugh, he wrapped you in a sweaty but sincere hug. "This is awesome, shit- I mean, I am totally not ready, —oh wow, this is actually happened. Shit uh, I’m so happy" he finished his word vomit, he began laughing, which kinda shocked you. You began laughing with him, voices mingling together, as he kissed the top of your head. “Okay well damn, I guess we’re doing this. This will be interesting”<3

LOKI JULIANN

You softly exhaled as you approached Juliann, who was absorbed in paperwork at the dinner table after recently signing with a new soccer league. “Juliann…? Do you have a quick sec?” you asked, your gaze shifting between him and the stack of papers.

“Of course, mon amour, what is it?” he responded, setting his pen down and giving you his full attention.

You sat down across from him and gently took his hands, releasing a shaky breath. “I’m pregnant” you told him, the words almost a whisper.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, his mouth falling open slightly. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice unsteady.

“Yes,” you confirmed, a smile beginning to form on your lips.

“No prank? For real?” he pressed, still grappling with the sudden news.

“Yes, for real,” you confirmed, the smile now fully blooming.

He shook his head in disbelief and blinked a few times, then suddenly stood, pulling you into his arms. He lifted you off the ground in a tight hug. “Oh my god, mon amour, oh my god” he exclaimed, setting you down only to cup your face and kiss you passionately.

“We are having a child,” he said with a shaky laugh, his eyes gleaming with happiness. “You will be such an incredible mother, chérie, I know it.” <3

NOA NOEL

You've been feeling terrible for the past few days, struggling with vomiting, overwhelming fatigue, and severe headaches. Finally, you decided to see a doctor to find out what was wrong. Although you insisted it wasn't necessary, Noel wanted to accompany you to the hospital. He ended up waiting in the car while you went inside for your appointment. The doctors examined you, asked you a series of questions, and conducted some tests. It was the blood test that revealed the reason for your illness. You were pregnant.

When you returned to the car, where Noel was waiting, you slid into the seat, your hands nervously clasped together. "What did they say?" Noel asked, his orange eyes searching your face. "I, I—um," you began, taking a deep breath, "I'm pregnant." His eyes widened, and his expression turned blank as he processed the news, his mouth hanging open slightly. After a moment, he blinked and spoke softly, "...a child?"

You turned to look at him, trying to guess what he’s thinking. "Wow," he exhaled. "We're having a baby?" he asked for confirmation. "Yeah," you replied quietly, biting your lip. "That's amazing, Y/N," he said, taking your hands in his. "Are you happy?" he asked cautiously. "Yeah, I am," you replied with a smile. "Me too, mon chérie, me too," he responded, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I can’t wait to see what this chapter holds for us." <3

bro I freaking hate Otoya’s and Noa’s 🙁 Otoya is so ooc bro sorry u had to read that -AND ALSO, I was fighting demons to make Noa say “mein leibling” but the poll voted against it 😔

made April 28th 2024

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Hi can you write like a small one-shot where thor sneaks the reader into Asgard to surprise loki for Christmas and because she needs to tell him that shes pregnant

.⋆｡The Things He Left Behind｡⋆.

Loki x plus size reader

Pregnancy announcements can be terrifying even for regular people but with your baby daddy being a Frost Giant, god, a criminal and someone who has pretty much implied he doesn’t want kids, you have a long uphill battle. Oh, and it’s Christmas

Warnings: pregnancy, fear of rejection, fluff, brief mentions of morning sickness and nausea, implied smut, tiny bit of angst

WC: 2.7k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Being pregnant was an interesting phenomenon; a person was growing inside of you, someone who would grow up to be their own adult. You knew logically that at only a couple months along, the baby was simply a clump of cells that would eventually mature into something new. But already, you were so attached to the life that could be.

Normally, something so monumental as being pregnant with a child born from love between life partners would be celebrated, but your heart was filled with dread and fear. The relationship you had was rocky at best, not in terms of love, there was plenty of that, but because he was a criminal and a dangerous one at that.

It was a punishment for his crimes. He was to be kept on Earth, stuck with the men and women he had attempted to rule. You met him by chance, accidentally bumping into the striking god as you were rushing to attend a meeting on behalf of your boss. As you fell to the floor, you caught his eyes and something shifted within you as it did within him.

Your love had been secret, growing in the darkness of the dead of night, in shadowy corridors and empty rooms. Your soul ached for him as if he held a piece of you in his cold hands, never to be returned. You were his just as much as he was yours and for a time, that was enough. 

But as the months carried on, the looming threat of his inevitable departure became monstrous. There was no changing his fate, he would have to leave and you both knew that your pleas and your begging for him to stay would fall on deaf ears. So on his last night with you, he slipped from the not-so-watchful eyes of Earth’s greatest heroes and stole you away.

He took you to Paris, lavishing you with gifts that you still held sacred to this day. He worshipped you with everything he had, taking you apart over and over again until the cold light of day washed over your naked bodies and he was forced to leave your bed in handcuffs.

But jewels and books were not the only things he left you. 

The exhaustion came first, then the extreme tenderness of your breasts, and lastly, the dreaded morning sickness. Your boss, Maria Hill, was the first to broach the issue with you after you had fallen asleep at your desk one too many times. She shoved the box of tests into your hand, telling you it was ok and that she knew but didn’t judge. 

Now, as the first snow of the year began to fall and your stomach was beginning to round out, you approached the one man who could help you. “Thor?” His eyes met yours from over the back of the huge leather sofa. A pop-tart crumb hung on the corner of his lips which fell off as soon as he smiled when he saw you. 

“Ah! My brother’s love! How are you on this fine day?” You chuckled humorlessly and decided to indulge the god for a bit before asking him a favour which might get him into some serious trouble.

“I’m doing ok, looking forward to Christmas.” You nervously shuffled on your feet, the modest kitten heels you had been forced to wear because of your aching feet, clicking against the dark hardwood flooring. Even with his deep confusion regarding human behaviour, Thor could see how anxious you were.

He shifted forward and rose from the couch then turned to you. “There is something amiss, what is it?”

“You need to get me to Asgard. I have to see Loki.” He froze as a bewildered look came over his face. 

“I cannot do that my lady. Even I am not allowed to visit my brother and he is, well he is my little brother. Odin has ordered him to be isolated from everyone as his-“

“I’m pregnant!” You blurted out, interrupting the god. “I’m pregnant with Loki’s baby.” Thor’s body physically seized as the weight of your words hit him. His blue eyes went wide with shock, and if you weren’t mistaken, maybe a little bit of excitement. 

Tentatively, he inched closer to you. Like a puppy, he was vibrating with nerves. “Really!” Unable to help yourself, you smiled at your friend.

“Really really.” Your hand came to rest on the soft fat above your womb. “But Thor, Loki needs to know. And I need help, I don’t know how a human body will handle growing a half-Frost Giant demigod.” 

“Yes.” He agreed. “Yes! We must bring you back home and then we can fix all of this.” Thor looked frazzled as he righted himself in front of you. “Mother will have some idea of what to do and I’m sure she will be able to sneak you into the prison.” Before you could realise what was happening, Thor had swept you into his muscular arms and was running through the compound.

“Thor! We can’t go now! I need to get my things!” You bounced with every step he took and you clung to his shirt. 

Thor shook his head. “I can bring you new things, we must get you home.” The winter air hit you like a slap in the face as the god bounded outside, not even flinching at the drastic change in temperature. “Just hold tight my friend, you will be with your beloved soon enough!”

——————

Asgard was completely overwhelming and as you walked through the golden streets, arm linked with Thor’s, you finally understood why Loki spoke so ill of the place. Each and every person you passed carried an air of smug superiority about them, even as they bent in a shallow bow or curtsy to their prince. They were gods, perfect beings who had conquered worlds and existed for thousands of years in peace.

The huge palace drew closer and your hold tightened around Thor. You had the distinct urge to hold your belly for comfort, to know that part of Loki was still with you, but you were scared of the judgemental gazes of the beautiful people around you. “We are almost there my friend. I will take you straight to the Allmother.”

He patted your hand kindly. “Everyone here is scarily beautiful.” You mutter under your breath but evidently he heard you.

“Then you will fit right in.” He murmured back as you stepped over the threshold to his childhood home. The ornate walls towered over you both, sealing you into a place you should have never been. The gold is almost blinding, coating pretty much every surface as far as the eye could see.

You cringed at the loudness of your small heels against the floor, the sound echoing through the great halls like a drum. Your fingers curled into Thor’s warm skin. He glanced down at you but your eyes were fixed straight ahead, oblivious to his gaze. He just started walking faster, unable to find the words to comfort you.

The smell of lilies invaded your senses, turning your stomach. Your nausea had settled after your first trimester ended but apparently the baby just didn’t like flowers. The smell steadily became stronger, as did the urge to throw up but by the time you reached a set of dark oak doors, your nerves were far more overpowering.

Before Thor could even raise his fist to knock, the doors swung inwards, revealing a bright but homey room absolutely bursting with colour. An older woman stood in the entryway, dressed simply in a flowing green dress, her dark blonde hair braided back simply. Her eyes lit up with a knowing light. “My Thor.” She cooed, easily accepting a crushing hug from the god before she turned to you. 

“I have been waiting to meet you for a very long time my dear.” She said plainly and suddenly all your nerves were gone. Your grimace floated into a smile as her arms wrapped around you in a hug so loving it made your chest burn with affection. 

Unable to stop yourself, you nuzzle into her safe embrace, your whole body relaxing. She laid a kiss to your temple before pulling away but her hands remained firmly on your shoulders. “Loki has told me all about you, he will be happy to see you.”

Anxiety returned like a tidal wave, washing away the warm feeling your almost mother-in-law gave you. Your smile dimmed while your hands came to rest on your lower stomach. “He might not be as excited when he learns why I’m here.” 

Frigg’s hands move to cup your rounded cheeks, forcing you to meet her eyes. “He loves you and he will love the child. Even if it doesn’t seem that way at first. Now let us make sure you and the little one are fed and healthy and then you can see him.” She took you by your left hand and guided you further into the room as Thor, with a huge smile on his face, left the two of you alone to talk.

——————

Christmas was vastly different on Asgard, you learned quickly. There was no snow, no cold, no carols or quiet nights. It mainly consisted of feasts and celebrations that lasted for days. But what was the same were the gifts. Thousands were exchanged through the festivities and Thor had somehow gotten into his head that you were the gift he was going to give to his estranged brother.

Much to his own and his mother’s amusement, he ripped up a piece of fabric and tied it in a bow around your midsection. “Come now! He will love it!” You just huffed and rolled your eyes but allowed him to continue making small adjustments to the bow. 

Frigg sat on one of the many couches in her chambers, sipping on a now mostly cold cup of tea as she laughed at the pair of you. A large weight had been lifted from the room now that the healer had confirmed the baby was healthy and growing as they should. 

And now, a warmth grew within you. This was what you wanted, a loving family with the man who had so easily snatched up your heart. All of the material things he had left behind were nothing compared to this moment. 

As the sun began to set over the great city, you were bundled up in a thick cloak that disguised you well and led you down to the prison. The guards turned their heads as who they assumed was the queen passed by on her nightly visit to her younger son. They knew it was technically not allowed by the king but it stopped the dark prince from destroying his cell every chance he got, so they just let it happen.

His cage was kept far away from the others, isolated for his crimes, even from those who faced the same harsh punishments. Yet he was given luxuries that none of the others were afforded, Loki assumed it was pity from his adoptive family that drove them to decorate the small room with lavish goods.

From the angle at which you entered his part of the prison, you could clearly see your love without him seeing you. You felt like crying. He was so close, you swore if you reached out just a few inches, you could touch him. 

Loki was sitting on the ground, his back to you, as he stared off into space. His hair, normally clean and beautifully styled, fell in front of his face in unruly raven waves, partially hiding his paler than normal skin. He was barefoot and wearing clothes that should have been changed days ago.

Your heart lurched at the sight of him. In the months you had known him, you had never seen the god so… broken.  And you supposed that’s what he was. He had been tortured and betrayed, cast aside by the only people he had known as his family before being labelled a criminal and thrown away to rot. Tears blurred your vision before you quickly wiped them away with a sniffle.

“I have told you that I do not want to see anyone mother.” He hissed, letting his head fall back against the enchanted glass as he did so.

“I had hoped that you would make an exception for me.” Your voice was weak but just the sound alone caused his whole body to freeze. 

Slowly, almost cautiously, he rose to his feet, turning on his heel to face you. As soon as his eyes met yours, his body visibly fell and his face disappeared behind his hands. “Loki?” A heartbreaking sob ripped from his lungs as he collapsed to his knees.

Panic set your veins alight and with a trembling hand, you used the small magic key Frigg had bestowed upon you to enter the cell. You wasted no time, immediately taking him into your arms for the first time in months.

His face burrowed into the crook of your neck as he wound around you. He shook in your embrace, his tears soaking through your clothes as he cried, holding onto you as tight as you could. You placed kiss after kiss to his head in a vain attempt to sooth him as you succumbed to your own emotions.

“Are you really here?” You tried to answer him through the tears but all you could get out was more of a grunt than a word but you nodded against his hair and squeezed him even tighter. “H-how?”

Loki pulled away from you just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes were bloodshot, making the blue of his irises even more striking. “Thor and your mother.” You managed to stammer out. 

There was a brief moment of silence as his dark brow furrowed in what you assumed to be confusion. His gaze dropped down to your body, still hidden by the thick cloak, then looked around the cell as if searching for someone. “Who else is here? I sense another presence.” 

“That's why I came here.” You gently guided his left hand down to your bump that seemed to grow each day, laying his palm flat against your stomach. “I’m pregnant.”

Loki’s breath caught, his eyes going wide. And he flinched.

Immediately, you were consumed by the fear you had tried so hard to tamp down since the first moment you saw that little plus sign on the test. He didn’t want the baby, he didn’t want you. This whole thing was a mistake, your mind screamed at you. But as your muscles tensed like you were preparing to run, Loki snapped out of it.

The world blurred around you and suddenly you were laying on a small bed in the corner, Loki hovering over you. His lean body slid easily between your soft thighs, pinning you to the surprisingly comfortable mattress with his weight. “My love. You’re truly with child?” His voice shook, his hand returning to your stomach.

“26 weeks as of yesterday and perfectly healthy.” He nodded and met your gaze once more, a small smile growing on his pallid lips.

“I had a feeling. I thought- I thought something happened to you but it was just a new life being formed.” You breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed against the bed.

“And how would you know that?” You cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Darling just because I have been locked away doesn’t mean that I can’t still use my magic.” His hand slipped up your front, obviously intending to go for your swollen breast but he paused at the extra piece of fabric that was now laying around your waist. “What is this?”

You responded with a giggle. “A bow. Thor wanted to give me to you for Christmas.” A fond look came over his face then, a realisation that you were not yet privy to.

“Indeed this is the best gift he could have ever given me.” Then for the first time in six months, he kissed you.

And as he stripped away your clothes and made love to you more tenderly than ever before, you couldn’t help but agree- this was the best gift to ever have been given

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The Eri request where she temporarily turns into an infant was adorable!!

How about the ROR with Eri Reader where she accidentally becomes a baby for a week?

Eri tried to defend one of her family members from a god’s ability and was turned into a baby as a result OR it was the result of an accident with Beelzebub’s elixirs that accidentally spilled on Eri

So much obnoxious and ugly crying seeing Eri so tiny and delicate!

Each Pantheon is taking turns caring for Baby Eri, from Greek, Norse, Hindu, Sages, Shinto, the Valkyrie Sisters and the Human Fighters

Baby Eri is surprisingly very touchy as she likes touching her family members faces and playing with their hands (Or fingers because some of them have big hands)

Eri’s not a fussy baby unless she’s startled, then she’ll cry, as she wants to be held until she falls asleep (She’ll cry from sudden loud noises or anything scary)

Her favorite food is apple sauce as she’ll even excitedly coo when she sees any of her family members holding it (Loki received a few lumps when he was lightly teasing Eri from showing and hiding her food)

They were surprised that Baby Eri developed some favoritism for certain family members, such as Adam, Eve, Buddha, Shiva, Hercules, Jack, Thor and even Anubis

They were relieved to learn it will only be temporary (However they’ll probably be sad Eri won’t be so wittle anymore, only to remember they took a bunch of pictures)

Please get plenty of sleep and stay hydrated!

-It was an accident, an experiment gone wrong, and you were unfortunately in the wrong place at the wrong time and were hit by Beelzebub’s and Nikola’s failed experiment.

-Many had called out your name in worry, thinking you had been hurt when you disappeared in a cloud of smoke, but it was the sound of a crying baby that made everyone freeze.

-When Hercules, who made it to you first, found you- he froze, seeing that you had been turned into a baby. He was so gentle, cradling you like you were the most fragile of glass as he turned, his eyes wide, panicking as you were crying, showing everyone that you had been turned into a baby!!

-Everyone, naturally, freaked the freak out something fierce, panicking at what had happened, but Adam quickly came over, taking you from Hercules and cradled you in his arms, trying to get you to calm down.

-Once you were calm and sleeping, only then did everyone else calm down, trying to figure out what had happened to make you like this.

-Nikola and Beelzebub were able to figure out what went wrong and that you would be fine in about a week, which is about when this affect would wear off and you would return to normal- so until then you would be a baby!!

-You were highly protected for the first two days, Adam and Eve holding you close, with Hercules sitting right behind them and the Valkyries all around you, forming a protective barrier against all others, much to the dismay of everyone else who also wanted to see you when you were so tiny!!

-At the dawn of the third day, Adam relented, only letting the other human warriors to be close to you, and they all passed you around as you cooed happily, playing with their larger hands, gumming them with your toothless mouth.

-Lu Bu was the only one who was really panicking, completely stiff as Adam handed you to him, he didn’t know the first thing about holding a baby and figured if he just stayed still you would be fine.

-It was amusing, as the Valkyries were taking all sorts of photos of you while you were tiny, seeing this big scary warrior being completely frozen while you chewed on his scarred fingers.

-When the gods finally were allowed, under the supervision of either one of the Valkyries, Adam, or Hercules, there was a lot of crying. Loki was obnoxiously crying, taking millions of photos while he couldn’t make a coherent word, loving how tiny you were.

-There were some that had one of your protectors breathing down their necks as they held you, Zeus was at the top of that list, while others, like Odin, Hades, and Shiva, were expert baby holders and knew exactly what to do.

-Thor was just like Lu Bu, frozen stiff, not wanting to accidentally hurt you, which many did think was adorable. Poseidon didn’t want to hold you, mainly because he didn’t want to hurt you, but he tried to play tough, saying it was beneath him, but Hades knew better and made his younger brother sit down and hold you, but when you started crying Poseidon chased Zeus around for teasing him about making you cry.

-Everyone enjoyed the time while you were so little, playing with you, exploring with you, and taking care of you- it was so different to see you so widdle.

-You woke up in the Hindu pantheon, as Shiva and his wives were some of the only ones the Valkyries and Adam trusted to take care of you, since he was such a good father.

-You rubbed your eyes, feeling a bit confused as Shiva was snoring next to you and you shook one of his arms and he snorted awake, seeing you back to normal as you spoke, still a bit groggy, “Did we have a sleepover?”

-He chuckled warmly, hugging you close, “Something like that- you had an accident.” You were confused, not remembering anything but when he arrived with you to see everyone else, many called out your name happily, seeing that you were back to normal.

-You were in awe, seeing the photos of when you were a baby, “Was I really this tiny?” they all nodded in unison as Loki held you close, happy to have you back to normal as you were in awe of what had happened.

-They all remained silent, while happy to have the normal you back, they adored having you so small, you were so precious, so delicate- it gave them a glimpse of what could have been if they found you as a baby and raised you.

[teh-nos]

fandom goes into deep denial about the attempted infanticide of baby loki because the imperialism reading of it works against the text and requires that the baby be stolen not abandoned, and that this theft be for the most nefarious and imperialist purposes we can think of. whereas actually - and i was going to say this is 'the obvious parallel' but no it's not even a parallel it's what's clearly happening there - the baby's been left out to die for being disabled hasn't he?

the word 'runt' gets used but adult loki compared to other frost giants is not just slightly on the small side, he's probably equivalent to a human with dwarfism, which definitely brings this into Infanticiding The Disabled Child territory. which a) laufey cannot be allowed to do because that's a fucked up and horrible thing to do* b) we also can't allow that odin just kept that baby because by asgardian standards there was no obvious disability there. (the social model of disability, but with giants and less-giants**) "why would you be throwing out this baby, laufey? it looks normal-sized. it doesn't even have an unusual number of limbs. yeah, i am taking this baby as a friend for my similarly-sized bio-son. mine now. finders keepers." i point this out because the disabled baby is not saved by someone thinking disability-based infanticide is wrong - at least not necessarily so - but by being found by someone who doesn't recognise the supposed problem. to whom it simply does not exist.

and of course fandom loves sad little feeble loki being weak and pathetic in fic, but i have somehow never seen this tied to the fact that he is canonically undersized for his species and likely has some connected internal fuckery going on with his organs. we have no idea what made him that small or what it'd do and - here's the fun kicker for you angst fans! - probably nobody on asgard would either. when's the last time any of them had to look after even an entirely able-bodied jotun? how likely is it that they can just write off to jotunheim to say "hey what's up with that kid your king tried to murder? how would we fix him if he lived here? yeah, our king kept him. no, we didn't eat the baby! can we borrow a medical textbook? what do you mean you don't have paper there. well how do you write down how the orientalist belly-dancer outfits are to be worn? well then how... no, come back. did you just hang up on a letter???"

sorry, i digressed. what i was aiming for was that there is a very obvious reason why loki might be unusually weak for a lad who looks healthy to us and who doesn't seem any smaller or less able-bodied than the people around him, but i just don't see it being deployed in fic or in meta or whatever. is this because the 'laufey just left his baby out for some fresh air like norwegians do' reading kind of relies on that baby not being seen as a burden to be got rid of and we all kind of agree that... no. no, i shall not finish that thought. it is too depressing. it probably is that though isn't it?

anyway. this is me wondering what is up with that. other than maybe some kind of 'echo-chamber effect' where even the wildest ideas can become commonly-held fanon and where it'd be easy to just straight-up ignore a very obvious implication of baby-murdering because someone leaving you to just fucking die for being disabled is somehow not enough oppression for a blorbo in these enlightened times. or because it breaks a popular fandom interpretation of events. or something like that?

*in fairness i'd say humans from earth are probably within the group that's allowed to just not care about humans from earth getting invaded and killed.

**i say 'less-giants' because look:

look at this literal giant among men. tiny scrawny little thing, so smol and so freakishly tall to the humans. i call this 'the social model of smolness.'

[lexsluvswriting]

♛ Princess Treatment.

“Ain’t it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes? Ain’t it exciting you, the rumble where you lay?”

- NFWMB; Hozier.

-> Pairing: Loki x plus-size! princess! reader.

-> CW: 18+ CONTENT! NSFW! SMUT AHEAD! MINORS, DNI. fem! reader (she/her), fem genitalia used, plus-size reader, allusions to low self-confidence and harmful behaviours, mentions of fat shaming, princess reader au! Loki is a doting, loving, lowkey-obsessed partner who loves to see us shine! Breeding! DON’T be like these dummies, regardless of what timeline ur in. Wrap. Before. You. Tap.

-> TW: porn with slight plot; no use of y/n; soft-ish dom!Loki x sub!reader; unprotected p in v sex; oral sex (f receiving); face-sitting; praising (f receiving); body worship (f receiving); dirty talk; breeding (lol); mirror sex, mirror sex, mirror sex!

W/C: 4.8

╰┈➤ Lex's note: thanks to this anon’s req, you all have this!! firstly: i am so sorry for ghosting, and being super late in my fic posting!!! it wasn’t intentional at all 😔 (uni is hard & mental health takes a toll T-T). second: Loki! Likes! Thick! Girls! anyway- Hozier did inspire this, HOW DID YOU KNOW?? indeed, NOTHING fucks with Loki's baby. I hope i did this request justice AND i hope we all giggle & squeal at this beautiful God the way i did. TYSM ANON for requesting <3 <3

“I do not believe this to be a fair council if we are not considering the voices of the people.”

Your voice was clear as you stood to say your piece, smoothing one of the ruffles along the waistline of your dress as you did so. Your head was held high as you spoke, commanding the attention of all the others who were part of this monthly council- the royals from the territories surrounding Asgard would convene at certain locations routinely to discuss oncoming threats, or other diplomatic concerns as ‘equals’, with today’s meeting taking place in one of King Odin’s many conference chambers.

“Malekith’s constant threats put strain on our territories, yes, but also on our citizens. Pulling more tithe from our villages will not warrant greater victory- I believe that it will worsen the tensions that are already rising.” As you continued your advocacy, you glanced around to ensure you held each attendant’s attention, before your eyes settled on blue irises that twinkled with usual cunning charm. Your mouth was on auto-pilot- this speech rehearsed to the point where you mumbled it in your sleep at times- allowing you to focus on the beauty of the prince across the table. His eyes of blue, like Jotunheim ice, watched you with a fondness only you could recognise while he reclined in his chair, flipping his dagger as he listened to you. Each time you felt flustered, you’d look back to him, for his eyes to soften and his chin to dip in the smallest, softest of encouraging nods, flushing out your nerves and leaving a sensual warmth that started in your chest and leaked into your lower stomach. You could do this. You could do this, then retreat back to the comfort of your lover’s room and let him coddle you like he loved to do.

“As lovely as your attempts are, princess, we do not have time to shed wasteful tears over a few peasant bodies.” A dry, dismissive voice cut you off before you could conclude; the callousness in his mention of the ‘peasants’- including your own people- made your fists curl. An older man from a neighbouring kingdom waved his hand dismissively as he sat back in his chair, swirling his goblet lazily. He barely spared you a glance, shaking his head as he continued with a bored expression,

“We deploy soldiers to protect these peasants. What do they need to fear? They are expected to provide mass harvests, and we deploy mass protection. If they do not know how to serve their kingdoms, why should we prioritise the preservation of such useless people?” 

Your breath stopped, eyes widening as you turned to him directly, yet you sensed Loki go deadly still in your peripheral, noticing the way he caught the dagger, blade facing up, holding it a little tighter as the lord spoke.

“Their families are starving enough as it is. They do not control the weather, nor the integrity of the soil! We cannot possibly place more expectations-”

“If they were worried about providing for their kingdoms, they would not be so reckless in their breeding, princess. If they were smarter, they’d sacrifice a few of those runts to gain more supplies. That, my dear, is why the rich stay rich, and the poor stay poor.” He droned on, the lord’s beady eyes finally looking at you, up and down slowly before his lip curled in a sneer,

“Perhaps their ‘starvation’ is simply a thinness they’ve earnt from working as hard as they have. Not that one might expect you to understand, princess.” The comment left a bitter taste in your mouth, making your throat tighten as the room suddenly went cold. You felt as if every pair of eyes watched you- scrutinising your rounder, curvier appearance compared to others. Granted, you weren’t the most ‘conforming’ to society’s beauty standards as far as princesses went within the nine realms, but you had believed your curvier body type was representative- beautiful- despite the criticisms. Yet the current whispers that swirled from around the room, the stares that your paranoia sucked in greedily, it made you want to crumble in a little heap and wither. In that moment, your stomach tightened, as if it would never eat again, and you felt yourself sucking in, straightening your posture subconsciously at his twisted, barbed retort.

“What exactly are you trying to imply?” The voice that spoke up was not your own but rather, the God of Mischief who stayed reclined. You watched him, slowly twirling his dagger between his fingers again- a calculating, threatening display of dexterity that made the bystanders in the room stiffen- while he cocked his head the way a beast would before devouring its prey. You had been on the receiving end of that stare many a time, but his eyes would not gleam with murderous intent; rather a hunger, as if you were a Goddess offering your nectar to a starving man. Yet even that memory couldn’t quell the uneasiness you felt as you slowly sat down, still silent.

“I did not say you could sit, princess.”

Your thighs had barely touched the edge of the chair as you froze, eyes flicking up to meet Loki’s who watched you with that mischievous gleam; plotting, planning, the way he usually was. You tried to shake your head, not wanting to be in the spotlight any longer, but he nodded, pointing his dagger at you as if it were a goblet- finally stirring something in you at his protectiveness,

“I’d like to hear you finish,” Your thighs squeezed together at the implication, “Your ideas seemed very promising- far more fulfilling than the vitriol I’ve heard during the earlier half of this forsaken meeting.” Huffs and murmurs of protest started, before being hushed as Thor- a supporter of your’s and his brother’s private relationship- cleared his throat, nodding at you to continue.

You hesitated, swallowing thickly as you slowly stood up again, voice considerably less confident than before as you completed your proposal, which had left the other participants nodding or murmuring contemplatively to those next to them. The lord who had insulted you simply rolled his eyes, taking a swig of his goblet before chiming in again- as if he couldn’t help himself-

“Ah, yes. The people’s princess. Forgive me for being so ‘out of order’,” His sneer told you the exact opposite as he sat back with a sigh, “At least they’ll know who to come to for meat if your lands are ever amidst a siege.” He muttered under his breath, earning a few malicious sneers and snickers, and as Loki snarled, Thor banged his hammer against the table,

“That will conclude this meeting. We will return later, when we have remembered how to behave like proper royals, and not barbaric animals.” He growled, the threat evident in his voice. You didn’t meet Loki’s gaze as you ducked your head, the first one to leave the meeting hall with tears that welled quickly.

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“I never want to go to another meeting again.”

“Oh, my darling, don’t say that.” He murmured, pressing kisses to the crown of your head as you buried your face against his torso. He had been laid back against the headboard of his bed, waiting for you after the meeting with his arms out wide as soon as you entered, and you crawled into them with teary eyes, sniffling as you lay in between his legs, face nuzzled against his torso as you cried a little.

“I feel absolutely humiliated!”

“My darling- my little Goddess- your father sends you as a representative to these meetings because he sees your brilliance, as do I-”

“Yet they all laughed at me!”

“Nobody would dare, my love, not unless they wanted my daggers carving out their insides.” His voice had remained soothing as he cooed praises, one hand rubbing your back while the other loosened the ties of your dress, letting you relax more, breathing freely as the corset underneath the bodice stopped crushing your chest and compressing your internal organs.

“He was right.”

“Who, love?” He hummed, barely listening to your vent, more focused on soothing you and your body- his vice, as he’d tell you whenever he was in between your legs, or looking up at you as you’d ride him- only to pause at your next words.

“The lord.” You sniffled, looking up at him with teary eyes as you shuffled slightly, climbing up him to rest your head against his chest.

“The lord? The lord is an insignificant fool- a worm who has been left alive to wriggle for too long. You are wonderful, beloved-”

“Loki.” You groaned, sullen as you hid your face against his neck, not in the mood for sympathy- regardless of how sincere it may have been.

“Be honest with yourself!” You snapped, the anger not even anger at all, but a storm of self-doubt, harsh self-criticism and insecurity,

“All these nobles see is a frumpy pig in pearls & frilly dresses, alright? So let us say it for what it is. I am fat. I am fat, and hard to look at, and I don’t even look like a proper princess-”

“Never,” He had flipped you both over faster than you could blink, his snarl protective as he grabbed your face with his left hand, pinning your hands above your head on the pillow with your right, rearranging your positions with that unfair godly strength he possessed, “Utter that filth again.”

Your tears had stopped in their tracks; doe eyes wide as you looked up at him, pouty lips parted in shock, face slightly flushed from crying.

“For as long as the sun brings day, and the moon calls night, I never want to hear you utter such horrid curses. Not a damn word. Do you hear me?” He growled, fingers holding your chin firmly before his hand cupped the side of your face instead, thumb brushing away the tears that lingered before he rubbed at the soft squish of your cheek. His index and thumb pinched at the apples of your cheek- the only apples he’d crave as long as he lived- gently, before kissing either side of your face.

“You are the only woman in all nine realms I love. You are the only woman I want; be it above me, beneath me or by my side. You may be the people’s princess, but you are a queen to me. The only woman I would kneel for- be it in the comfort of our bed chambers, or in the middle of the damn courtyard. Understand?” His words reverberated in your ears, rattling around your puddle of a brain before slinking over your heart and straight down to your core. The warmth he had triggered when he defended you during the meeting came back again in full force, your breathing hitching as you gawked up at him, before finally nodding dumbly, as if you had lost all ability to speak.

“If this is truly how you feel, then I must be punished for failing you.”

You blinked, trying to understand where he was going with this- your sulky voice a mere squeak as you echoed his words,

“P… punished?-”

“Oh, yes. Severely punished, for failing to present just how infatuated I am.” He murmured lowly as if this was a grave offence, his cock stirring in his pants as he saw your brain working behind your eyes; the way the words clicked and the way your thighs squeezed together, making your cheeks redden as your lips quivered.

“If I have to fuck my love into you for you to remember how beautiful you are, then I will make sure neither of us leave this bed until I have done it successfully.” His voice had taken a husky dive, your stomach coiling as your chest puffed up, nipples pebbling beneath the layers of fabric making up the bodice of your dress. Your body responded for you, tears drying to accommodate the curious twinkles of desire that began to shine through instead. His hands moved slowly, grabbing at the clothed flesh of your shapely hips, before slowly moving up over your body- your heart racing, even skipping a few beats from the intensity that he stared at you with- before his palms cupped your breasts. The soft mounds of your body could not simply be contained by a God’s measly palm, as if testament to your beauty, and he groaned at the sight, before grabbing his dagger impatiently, making you squeak,

“Loki!” You grabbed his hand, “I like this gown.” You mumbled, the lust glazing over your irises, making him huff softly before discarding the small weapon, only to pull you to sit up right on the bed with him, ridding you of the garment as he pulled it off.

“I could have bought you ten more. Ten more dresses to adorn this heavenly body.” His praise was a hungry growl- the timbre of his voice becoming more and more telling of his lustful desires- as his lips found purchase against the top of your breasts, making you gasp as his hands grabbed at the globes of your rear- his cock twitching at each whimper, straining unbearably against his pants as he beheld you. His princess. His darling. 

And he’d happily slaughter anyone who threatened your comfort.

“Look at yourself, princess,”

His hands turned you around like you were a ragdoll, squeezing your hips as he pressed his own against the flesh of your ass, making you whine softly as you shut your eyes, knowing exactly where he had positioned you both. He knelt behind you on the bed, making you sit on your knees while he peeked over your shoulder, resting his chin on the surface, his icy eyes meeting yours in the mirror in front of his bed after a soft squeeze of your breast made your eyes flutter open.

“Loki-”

“Hush, my darling. I know what you want… my needy little princess. My precious girl.”

His praises only made your cunt clench eagerly, the emptiness making you whine as your eyes followed the way his hands roamed over you in the mirror. Where you saw cellulite and stretch marks, he saw health. Where you saw rolls of fat and pudginess, he saw comfort. Your breasts were his pillows, your thighs his ear muffs during the colder seasons; your body was his home, and he planned to show you just how much it all meant to him. How much you meant to him.

“You know, darling, in Jotunheim… where I was born?” A squeeze of your left breast, fingers gently capturing your nipple between them to toy with while he murmured in your ear between kisses,

“The male giants believe that the bigger their mate, the healthier their children would be. And for you, my princess, the giants would see curves like yours and go to war in your name.” He hummed, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck while he teased your body gently, your breathy whines and heedy noises making him feral. Your eyes widened at his words, before his other hand cupped your mound, barely giving you time to adjust before his teeth marked your skin, making you moan abruptly. You saw the way he smiled wolfishly in the reflection of the mirror, his low chuckle alluring to your senses as he purred in your ear,

“Does that appeal to you, princess? Wielding the knowledge that your body alone appeals to my base desires- my primal needs?” He growled the word accordingly, and you bucked your hips back into his clothed cock while his fingers sampled the wetness pooling in the apex between your thighs. 

“Loki-”

“Allow me, my love, to make you feel like a queen tonight.”

As if he didn’t do that anyway.

He pulled away, before lying down with his head near the foot of the bed, so you’d see your reflection as he pulled you up to straddle his chest.

“My face is your throne, beloved. And I’d like to taste everything you have to offer.” He murmured, making your heart leap up to your throat, before plummeting straight down to your stomach as he wrapped his arms around your pillowy thighs, the sensation of him handling you making you squeak. Once your dripping cunt was hovering over his face, he groaned softly, as if he had been starving, and your hands braced his arms gently as you mumbled his name, before inclining your head. He watched curiously, before realising his mistake and let magic dissolve his clothing, leaving you both equally bare, his cock jumping at the way your thighs squeezed slightly, enjoying the sight of his nakedness.

Without further ado, he pulled you down- the movement making you squeal lightly- until your lower lips connected with his. He pressed a loving kiss to your mound- the feeling making you shiver- his tongue poking out at your glistening folds, tasting your honey greedily as he lapped at you. The taste of you made his cock jump, combined with the string of moans and mewls you released while his tongue wrote a love letter between your legs. You cried out his name in a strained moan, hands immediately grabbing at his silken locks for some sort of stability while he smothered himself in your nectar, absolutely drinking you in like you were his last meal. Every single time he did this, it always managed to get better and better- how? You had no damn clue.

“Look at yourself for me, pet.” His voice sounded in your muddled brain, despite his mouth being occupied, making you look up towards the mirror in shock, only to notice a slightly greenish tinge to your eyes- green from his magic as you realised he was looking through your eyes, both of you watching the sight of yourself atop his face. The both of you enjoyed the way your body jerked and jumped in the mirror as his head moved eagerly, hands squeezing at the plump fat of your inner thighs as he ate you out eagerly, like it was his favourite activity.

“You know it is.” His wicked, wicked voice of liquid sex appeal reverberated, making you whine, unable to even scowl from the way his tongue kept your eyes fluttering shut; only to feel his teeth nip at your inner thigh, a silent reminder to keep them open and on the mirror.

“You’re going to watch yourself, and watch the beauty that I am blessed with, as I make you come. Do you understand me, princess?”

You nodded dumbly, giving in to his demands as you weakly rode his face, his hands moving your hips along as he groaned into your mound, nose nudging the top of your wet cunt while his tongue stroked you, delving past and into your hole, making your gasp break into a weak whine as your head lolled back. Your brain was fuzzy, and you found yourself whining his name- which only made him harder and harder while he moaned at the taste, feeling and sound of you. If fate were to have him at your feet, only to serve you, he’d happily give up his titles to do so; especially with the way you looked above him right now. Soon enough, he was pulling an orgasm from you- your voice increasing higher in pitch, cracking more and more as you grunted and whimpered between moans, your breathing uneven as you tried your best to watch yourself, or more importantly, him between your legs. His neglected cock wept with beads of pre-cum from the blissful torture of hearing you, yet not being used to please you. He could have come from your moans alone, but he held back, determined to drive his point home- as well as drive into you.

“Oh, Loki- Loki I’m- mmm- I- ah-”

“It’s alright, darling. I’m right here.”

“I’m so close- so close-”

“Come for me, princess. My beautiful, beautiful princess.”

His coo made you squeak, before crying out as your release slammed into you, warmth flooding your lower stomach and gushing out, with Loki groaning happily as you sated his hunger yet again. You watched yourself, the way your eyes were half-lidded, the way you had some sort of blissful after-glow after he pulled such an orgasm from your core. You trembled slightly, whimpering as he gently guided your legs back, helping to shuffle you until you were resting against his painfully neglected erection- flinching slightly as he hissed upon feeling the warmth of your plush thighs snug against his hips, and the warmth radiating off your needy cunt.

“There you are… there’s my girl… my beautiful girl.” 

He groaned huskily, pushing himself up to kiss you, making you mewl at the taste of yourself on his lips, on his tongue as it swirled against yours in a hedonistic display.

“Are you convinced yet, my love? Or shall I continue until you have no choice but to agree?” He was absolutely drunk off of your essence as he asked it, his hips lifting up into you lightly, rubbing himself against your wetness as he watched your eyes flutter shut for a moment to enjoy the feeling of himagainst your slit. Seeing the way he was so determined to please you, it made your mind reel; the fondness in his gaze as he watched you come, the tenderness he showered you with as he kissed you, before leaning back on his elbows, looking at you like that? It certainly made something in your brain switch.

“I…” You bit your lip, before nodding as you mustered up the courage, “I want to watch myself ride you.”

As soon as you said that, you could have sworn Loki whimpered- your eyes widening as he grabbed at your hips- pawing at you like he was some desperate concubine.

“Please- please ride me, my princess. Please, let me watch you- let me see through your eyes.” He murmured, leaning up to latch onto one of your heavy breasts, his tongue warm against your hardened nipple; the sensation making you gasp a breathy “Yes,” earning a hungry groan as he shifted, aligning himself with your entrance. You glanced down at where his mouth found purchase against your chest, his eyes on you as he pulled away, probably to kiss you, only to freeze as he felt you begin to sink down on him slowly.

You both gasped softly, before moaning together at the sensation- as if you two didn’t do this many times before- his head tilting back and his eyes screwing shut.

“Oh, my princess- my beautiful girl- Norns, you feel so good-” He growled out, hands grabbing your hips like a lifeline as he let you set the pace. Your attention, however, was focused on the mirror as you watched yourself, from the way your curves rippled with each moment of impact, to the way his hands grabbed at your soft, comforting flesh; fingers digging into the comfort of your skin for solace. Your warm, tight cunt gripped him for dear life as you rolled your body against his, hands splayed against his chest as you bounced so nicely.

The fat head of his cock found your spot easily- his sensitive tip prodding against your gummy walls over and over- eliciting gasps of his name as you watched his shaft disappear into you over and over.

“Who’s my princess?”

He cooed, his voice like velvet, making you clench more around him- to which he chuckled at- before flexing his hips up into you, helping you feel all of him as you impaled yourself on his wide cock. You could only whine at his praise, your cheeks warming as your hands flinched up to hide your face, only for his hands to catch your wrists and pull them back to his chest,

“Ah, ah. That’s not what I asked, darling. I said,” His hips bucked up into you to prove his point, the harsh, sudden thrust making you moan,

“Who’s my princess?”

Your brain was practically a gushing puddle of matter, your face the epitome of raw, unadulterated pleasure. You had stopped watching the mirror, eyes blurring as you lost yourself in the pulses of that warm, wonderful feeling he gifted you with every time the tip of him hit your spongy walls, yet you mumbled out an almost incoherent, “I am,” earning you a growl of approval and

More.

Hard.

Thrusts.

Thrusts that left you moaning and whining helplessly as you grabbed at his hands, fingers interlacing together as your body tightened again from the sensitivity of your recent orgasm, and the sensation of your wonderful body clenching around him made the God groan your name, along with curses in an old language that sent warmth thrumming for you. Your mewls joined his groans in a raw melody of love and lust; his infatuation with you seeming to grow stronger with every thrust, every beautiful, sinful noise you made.

“Tell me darling, do you like what you see?”

His voice was strained as he fucked up into you, his arms wrapping around your hips, holding you flush against him while he bucked his hips. The combined sounds of wet arousal from your cunt, and skin slapping against skin as his thighs smacked against your plush rear, made you squeak out his name, barely registering his words.

“So beautiful, my princess… My Goddess, my beautiful girl.” He grunted, his eyes glazed over with lust, yet the expression he gave you was nothing but adoration before he slowed his thrusts suddenly. You blinked, whimpering a noise of confusion before he repositioned you with careful movements, laying you across his bed and parallel to the mirror opposite, so you both could watch the scene that played out together as he slid back inside you again, hands gripping your hips as he restrained his thrusts to slow rolls, the gentle, consistent pace making you sigh, toes curling as he peppered your body with kisses.

“I should worship you properly, my darling- should fill you with my seed ‘til you give me a bunch of beautiful little heirs.” He groaned, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he watched you, while your eyes watched the mirror, meeting his gaze for the moment to nod- the both of you like irresponsible teenagers as he humped into you desperately- your own lip caught between your teeth, eyes all wide and innocent-like, which made him growl and increase the pace of his hips.

“Do you want that, my pretty Goddess? Want me to worship you properly?” He grabbed your face, turning your head to face him as your lips caught in a searing kiss. He swallows your moans greedily, guttural noises sounding from the back of his throat as he kissed you over and over.

“Please, Loki.”

You barely recognised your voice, with how soft and whiny it was, and your body was absolutely sensitive- his thrusts sending jolts of pleasure so strong that it ruined the integrity of your muscles- your legs trembling as he cupped under your thighs, folding you over slightly and swearing as he felt your body tighten greedily, as if you were anticipating his release.

“Mm? Tell me, my darling, tell me what you need of me. How can I reward you, my princess?”

His voice had lowered huskily as he repeatedly buried himself within you. The action had you seeing stars, making you cry out for him before you pleaded weakly,

“Please, please- I want you to come-”

You pawed at his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck as best you could while you kissed him. Your pleas fell on listening ears, and the God rewarded you with a guttural groan, one specific thrust forcing out an orgasm you didn’t even know was building- the action making you all but keen for him- as your body clenched. Your mound tightened around him with the intent to milk him dry, and he finally let himself come- slamming his hips into you with a sense of finality- while he groaned your name over and over like a prayer, his forehead resting against yours as you both panted, with his cock twitching and jumping as he drained himself, every last hot rope of white painting your pretty walls. He stayed in you until he softened, as if to make real on his promise of fucking his love into you, before he collapsed beside you on the bed with a hum of content.

You had both come down from your highs together, and he had wrapped you up in his arms to pepper your face with kisses as he whispered sweet nothings and that made you giggle.

“Shall I kill that lord, for you, my love?”

“Loki.”

“It is but an innocent suggestion, my princess. Only to work in your favour.”

“Loki.”

“Alright, alright. But you must admit, I did do what I said I would, no?”

“Gods help me.”

╰┈➤ Lex's note 2: i hope you guys love this as much as i did! pls feel free to request any time!! <3 L'autunno ch:5 & 6 are definitely otw, as well as another req for (you guessed it) Loki!! hehe. thank you for reading, my loves!!

[mbruben-stein]

Hello! I love love love your works!

May I request headcanons for:

Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, and Loki

In which the reader (fem or gender neutral) gets hurt to protect them (or the reader got hurt taking a blow which was meant for them), and is dying.

I don't know if you've written this before, and you don't need to rush to write this, if you do write this, thank you so much!

P. S. Your works brighten my day, thank you!!

Avengers reaction to fem s/o getting hurt protecting them/taking a blow for them, and dying in their arms.

Warning: this Mentions Death, and it's sad.

~Peter Parker~

Peter cradled s/o's broken body in his arms, his mind reeling in horror and despair. Just moments ago, they had been fighting side-by-side against the villain's henchmen. But in a cruel twist of fate, s/o had jumped in front of Peter to shield him from a powerful energy blast at the last second. Now she lay dying from catastrophic wounds, her breaths coming in short, pained gasps.

"No, no, no… s/o, stay with me, please," Peter begged, tears streaming down his face as he held her close. His voice cracked with anguish. "Why did you do that? I'm Spider-Man, I have powers, I could have…"

"I had to…" S/o whispered weakly, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. "I couldn't let you die… I love you, Peter."

"I love you too. More than anything. You can't leave me, not like this!" Peter sobbed. His mind raced desperately, trying to think of some way, any way to save her. But deep down, he knew it was too late. Her injuries were too severe.

S/o's eyes fluttered as she struggled to focus on Peter's grief-stricken face one last time. "I'm sorry… Take care of yourself and stay strong… for me…"

With those final words, s/o went limp in Peter's arms, the light fading from her eyes as her spirit left her body. An anguished, inhuman howl of misery tore from Peter's throat. He hugged s/o's lifeless form to his chest, rocking back and forth as he wept uncontrollably.

His beloved s/o, the person he cherished most in this world, had sacrificed herself to save him. Devastation overwhelmed Peter, along with crushing guilt. He should have been faster, should have protected her. What good were his powers if he couldn't even keep the woman he loved safe?

As he knelt there in the wreckage, shattered by grief and loss, Peter silently vowed that s/o's death would not be in vain. He would keep fighting to protect others, no matter the cost. He owed her that much. Even as his heart lay in pieces, he would honor s/o's memory by being the hero she always believed him to be.

~Tony Stark~

Tony cradles s/o's broken body in his arms, the chaos of the battle still raging around them. Her breaths come in short, pained gasps as blood seeps through her torn tactical suit.

"No no no, stay with me baby, stay with me," Tony pleads desperately, voice cracking with emotion. He brushes her hair back from her ashen face with a shaking hand.

S/o weakly reaches up to grasp his hand. "T-Tony…"

"Shh, don't try to talk. Save your strength. I'm gonna get you out of here, you're going to be okay…" But even as the words leave his mouth, Tony knows they ring hollow. Her injuries are too severe.

Tears stream down his face as the horrible realization sinks in - she sacrificed herself to save him. Jumped in front of that blast meant for him without hesitation. And now the woman he loves is dying in his arms because of it.

"I-I had to… c-couldn't let you die…" s/o whispers, life quickly fading from her eyes.

"You shouldn't have done that! Not for me. God, not for me…" Tony's body shakes with sobs, cradling her close. "Please… I can't lose you…"

With the last of her strength, s/o reaches up to touch his face. "I love you…"

Then her hand falls limply to the ground as she breathes her last. Tony lets out an anguished cry, burying his face against her neck as grief consumes him. She's gone. And it's his fault.

The profound guilt, devastation and self-loathing would haunt Tony deeply. Blaming himself for not protecting her, for once again failing someone he loved most. Her death saving his life would weigh heavily on his soul, tormenting him endlessly. The sacrifice of his beloved s/o would break something fundamental inside Tony and leave scars that would never fully heal.

~Natasha Romanoff~

Natasha cradles s/o gently, a look of anguish on her face as she sees the severity of s/o's wounds. "Why did you do that?" she asks softly, her voice trembling slightly. "You shouldn't have…"

S/o manages a weak smile. "I couldn't let you get hurt. Not when I could do something about it." She winces in pain.

Natasha shakes her head, fighting back tears. "You brave, stubborn woman. Always putting others first." Despite the direness of the situation, there's a note of pride and deep affection in Natasha's voice.

She holds s/o closer, stroking her hair soothingly. "Just stay with me, okay? Help is coming. You're going to be alright."

S/o's breathing is growing shallower. "Nat… I need you to know… meeting you, loving you… it's been the best part of my life. You made me so happy…"

A tear slips down Natasha's cheek as she presses her forehead to s/o's. "Don't talk like that. Don't you dare say goodbye," she whispers fiercely. "You're my heart, s/o. I can't do this without you."

"You're the strongest person I know," s/o murmurs. "You'll be okay. I love you so much…" Her eyes flutter closed.

"No, no, no, stay with me!" Natasha pleads desperately. "I love you too. More than anything. I can't lose you!"

She holds s/o tightly as the sound of the medevac approaches, silently praying to anyone who will listen to let her love survive this. In this moment, the Black Widow facade is gone - there is only a woman terrified of losing the most precious thing in her world. All of her walls have crumbled, revealing the deeply vulnerable, human side of her that s/o alone was privileged to know.

It's a poignant, heartwrenching scene, illustrating the depth of love and raw, aching humanity beneath Natasha's guarded exterior. Her s/o means everything to her.

~Steve Rogers~

Steve would be utterly distraught seeing his beloved S/O gravely injured and dying in his arms, especially knowing she sacrificed herself to protect him. As she lay there growing weaker, he would cradle her gently, his blue eyes filled with anguish and glistening with tears he's struggling to hold back.

"Stay with me, please. Don't leave me," he would plead desperately, his normally steady voice breaking. The thought of losing her would be unbearable to him.

Ever the soldier, he would call urgently for medical help, putting pressure on her wound to slow the bleeding, refusing to give up. But he would also take her hand and stroke her face tenderly, wanting her to feel his presence and love in what could be their final moments together.

"You're going to be alright, just hold on," he would say, even as the life fades from her eyes. "I love you so much. I can't do this without you."

As she drew her last breaths, he would hold her close and whisper softly to her. "It's okay. You can rest now. I've got you."

Even if help arrived too late, he would refuse to let her go, rocking her in his arms as sobs overtook his body. The guilt and grief would threaten to consume him. He would forever remember her final act of love and carry it with him always, even as he struggled to imagine a life without her by his side. The woman he loved, his partner and soulmate, gone in an instant… it would shake him to his core and leave him a broken man.

~Loki~

Loki cradles s/o's weakening body in his arms, green eyes wide with shock and anguish as he takes in her grave injury. The chaos of battle fades into the background as his entire focus narrows to the woman he loves, her life force fading by the second.

"No, no, no…" he mutters in disbelief and growing despair. "S/o, why did you do that? Why would you sacrifice yourself for me?" His normally smooth voice cracks with raw emotion.

S/o manages a pained smile up at him, raising a trembling hand to caress his pale cheek. "Because I love you, Loki. I couldn't bear to see you hurt."

Loki shakes his head, tears welling in his eyes and spilling down his face. "You foolish, beautiful, brave woman. I never deserved your love, your loyalty." He pulls her closer, burying his face in her hair.

"I'd make the same choice again," s/o whispers. "I regret nothing… except leaving you." Her breathing grows shallower, more labored.

"Don't you dare leave me!" Loki commands desperately, his slender frame shaking with repressed sobs. "Stay with me, love. I can heal you, I can fix this!" His hands glow with seidr as he frantically tries to knit her grievous wounds back together.

But the damage is too extensive. s/o weakly grips his wrist, stilling his movements. "No, my darling. We both know… it's too late for me."

"You can't go," Loki pleads brokenly, his heart shattering. "I need you. I've lost so much already…"

With the last of her waning strength, s/o pulls his head down and presses a tender kiss to his lips. "I'll always be with you, Loki. In your memories, in your heart." Her voice is fading, her skin growing cold. "Promise me…you'll keep living. Keep fighting for good."

"I promise," Loki chokes out. "I love you, s/o. More than anything."

She smiles serenely as the light leaves her eyes. "And I love you…always."

S/o goes limp in his arms, and Loki unleashes an anguished, grief-stricken scream, his magic exploding out of him in uncontrolled waves. The battle turns in his favor as he cuts down enemies in a berserk rage, tears streaming down his face.

When the last foe falls, Loki collapses beside s/o's body, gathering her into his arms once more as he weeps, desolate and heartbroken without her. He knows he'll have to find a way to carry on, to honor her memory and sacrifice. But for now, all he can do is grieve the loss of his soulmate and vow vengeance on those responsible.

[writingakanatorior101]

How they are in relationships (Steve, Tony, Bucky, Thor, Loki)

+ smut

Steve Rogers

A relationship would only form if he had high respect for someone

It would take a little bit more than simple attraction to get Americas ass to be yours

But once he decided you're in his circle you're in it for good. Steve doesn't give up on people (even Bucky) so you two may go through rough patches, but he won't quite on your love.

Since he is an old romantic, he might approach you with flowers or a simple date. He definitely isn't a grand gesture person. I think he would like his lover to be the same.

Steve might cook for you or get you guys a movie to watch.

As far as affection goes in public you might get a smooch before a mission or him holding his arm around you if the environment is casual. To be honest I don't think he is a big PDA person.

In private however he likes to comfort his s/o with hugs from behind paired with slow swaying. Sometimes he even likes to bury his face in your chest and just stay there for a bit.

Slow dancing in the living room to 40s music is something he is quite fond of as well.

Loves being the little spoon, when he is tired being the big strong Captain American the world needs

If you cook for him especially meals from his childhood, he may consider marriage

Smut:

An ass man through and through wither its big, small or normal sized this man wants the booty Some causal booty shorts around the apartment will end your walking for the day

Don't even get him started on thighs

He's very vanilla in the bedroom after all he came from a time sex is taboo so anything beyond spanking is foreign to him

Steve would get more comfortable with kinky sex over time, where he is fine with toys and choking even weird positions

The man's got some length down there if you catch my drift

Veins for days

Secretly likes punishments but won't enforce them if you aren't into that

You guys can do it in his suit

Tony Stark

You lucky bitch

To attract the world's finest billionaire, he would need to think your worth talking to. That there's something he achieves from your conversations

A relationship would only blossom if you could match his humor and share his goals.

By all means once your dating Tony the media and people around you will see you as an extension of him. So, sharing his vision is probably in your best interest for your relationship.

The mans a peacock so PDA really doesn't bother him in the slightest

he will even show you off. Buy's you a nice dress and take you a gala where he can indeed make the statement that you're his lover

Loves when you leave red lipstick on his neck for the press to gawk at and eat up.

You may battle some sugar baby headlines, but they don't last long.

Gifts, gifts for days this would include jewelry, cars and dresses maybe even a wine bottle from your favorite vineyard while he drinks whiskey on the side.

In private he likes to be held, especially after work, if you hold his head and stroke his hair he relaxes instantly.

He thinks you're the prettiest when you're laughing so some jokes may be tossed around.

Letting him talk about his emotions is the biggest form of love for him, this very true for when it comes to his dad.

Smut:

I wouldn't say he dedicated to a specific part of the body but does love when you show off your shoulders.

Very humorous during nasty time

Tony doesn't really bring dominance into the equation, sex with him is better described as love making, he is very passionate and very affectionate with his love in bed.

He loves the fat on your hips and hip holding while thrusting

Fucking on his desk

Bucky

Where to even start with this handsome son of a bitch.

Probably approached you because you made him feel safe and you were easy to talk to.

Being non-judgmental towards him and his past can likely blossom into a romance.

Once you two are a pair you can expect cuddles after a lot of missions

He doesn't really like PDA but if he is holding onto you in public, he is more likely scared for your safety

Normally PDA is off the table for you guys because Bucky knows he targeted a lot, his enemies knowing your important to him puts him in a lot of jeopardy so there isn't much PDA.

When you do get to see soft Bucky, it's like that version of him is defrosting, it has been decades since anyone got to see a soft version of Bucky.

Him showing you how calm he can after feeling like a monster is a challenge so you're going to have to give him some wiggle room

But when Bucky's comfortable you can expect a lot, emotionally checking on you all the time.

A low-key romance with insanely high commitment.

Smut:

At first, he is scared how rough he may be

hasn't had sex since god knows when

likes throat holding but again is scared to attempt and for sure won't attempt it with his metal arm.

soft dominance: he loves it when you rely on him in bed.

Hickie's on your inner thigh which leads to pussy-eating.

Drunk sex.

Loves loud moaning

Thor

"You would like to be queen my love."

I imagine he wouldn't get the earth concept of dating right away.

Nonetheless your treated like a princess it doesn't matter if your Earth or Asgard

Odin was surprised he brought an earthling back to Asgar'd but so be it.

As far as PDA he is all about it. Thor is not a lowkey person so expect lots of hand holding and hugging and kisses all on public display.

He is delicate while in a relationship he very much wants to please you.

An ideal date for him I see being a bar. Anything with an abundance or beer or ale.

Flowers lot and lots of flowers.

Puts Mjölnir on your laptop so you can't work and have to give him all your attention.

Smut:

Have fun with a broken bed.

Wethers its Asgar'd or Earth your furniture is breaking.

Breeding kink.

Doesn't like dominance he prefers very intimate sex.

Not doggy style, but missionary and you riding him is his favorite.

Loves to watch your boobs bounce while riding him.

On that note he is a boob man.

He is pretty vanilla; he doesn't really have any insane kinks at most hair pulling.

Loki

How a genuine relationship even blossoms with this man is nuts.

He would have to be really curious about you and find you interesting.

Once something does form you're in worlds of crazy.

Thor pity's you.

"Blink twice if your a hostage."

Its better if you don't know what Loki is plotting so you keep to you self-most of the time.

For PDA that whole concept is a little loopy. The public hates Loki so when he goes outs its most likely in a disguise.

So PDA normally doesn't happen.

When he is romantic, he gets you things sometime rare things like banned books or charms he finds amusing. Nothing that would put you in danger though.

Enjoys teatime in bed with you.

You guys have whole host of shows you watch together Loki's favorite is Game of thrones and The tudors.

Smut:

Loki is the complete opposite of Thor in the bedroom.

There is on word for Loki and that is possevive.

He loves marking and showing people you're his.

Tones and tones of bondage.

Anytime you wear leather you set that man off. Like a cat to catnip.

Loves all parts of your body but nothing turns him on like your mind.

Arguing with him often leads to some nasty sex.

Does actually tell jokes during the act.

[lokisrealpurpous]

cramps

loki x reader with endometriosis

warnings: mention of blood, mentions of periods, extremely bad period pain.

lokis fiancé has always struggled with her endometriosis, the pain leading her every month to passing out, throwing up or sometimes even in hospital and he dreaded knowing there was nothing he could do, but he finds a way.

this is for all my endometriosis girlies , as someone who has it themselves I wish it was spoke about more and that doctors didn't neglet it so much, getting forced to go on the pill and never given a remedy since 10yrs old is a horrible experience. My heart goes out to you all. If you'd like more like this, maybe small headshots of him looking after you in hospital or how he reacts when you faint, then please send requests or comment x

Loki's pov

I had arrived late from the mission I had so desperately been trying to get back from after seeing the 4 missed calls and 18 text messages left from my fiancé. I couldn't check the messages, being in a jet so high up there was only little WiFi, which was all being used by stark, so I sat in the back anxiously, merely muttering a word as i begged the trusted gods above me to keep her safe before I get to her.

I knocked gently before bursting into our bedroom, I was frantic and worried, adrenaline rushing through my veins before I stilled, seeing her lay on the bed, curled around a hot water bottle. Her face was flushed red, and her teeth were gritted. Her hair was a mess, and the blankets her tangled around her. The pill bottle on the side was empty, and the sickbowl on the other was not.

"heya dove..."

I whisper, slowly coming up beside the bed, pulling down some of the blanket that covered her pale but flustered face teasingly before sitting beside her, bringing her weak form in my arms and kissing her forehead.

"is it your cramps?"

I whisper again, running my hands through her knotted hair, untangling it gently.

She nods slowly against my chest, finally looking up at me so I could see her entire face. It was tearburnt and swollen.

"Oh darling..."

I take her face in my hands, rubbing her cheek softly with my thumb. I lift her up, bringing her further into my lap and wrapping my arms around her waist as they find her lower abdomen, I massage the area gently while kissing her neck.

"This good?"

I mumble and she nods again, leaning against my chest. I felt the guilt twist in my stomach that I wasn't able to get here earlier during her flare up, I was proud she managed to find her medication and get herself a sickness bowl, but the thought of her having to do all that while in absolute agony, then to be sick without me to hold her hair and rub her stomach, i never wanted to leave her side again.

"I was fine."

I hear her croak out.

"I don't always need my knight in shining armour my love, I know how to take care of myself."

I let a sigh of relief before kissing her neck, still massaging her lower stomach.

"I know princess, I just worry."

She chuckles, turning her head up to kiss my lips, then laying between my legs, her head resting on my chest, humming as I eased the tension in her belly.

It didn't take long for her fall asleep on top of me, and not long for myself either once switching off the crystal lamp beside us.

your pov 2:27am

I sat up, taking in the shadows of darkness that surrounded me as I reached across my lover's body to turn on the bedside lamp.

my hand flies to my mouth as I let out a groan of pain, not at all wanting to wake loki up, then slipping out of his embrace towards the bathroom until I realised the sheets and my brand new baby-pink nightgown.

'shit shit shit'

I mutter, stood in the middle of the dimly lit room, clutching onto my stomach as tears begin to well in my eyes.

I cover my mouth with both my hands now, pressing hard to stop the sobs escaping. The pain was unbearable as I held onto my dresser, my new gown and sheets were stained crimson, loki layed right next to the mess on our mattress, I had no medication left and I would not make it down the stairs to make myself a bottle.

wake him up.

I kept telling myself, but I couldn't bring myself to do so.

Before I could act upon a single thought, however, a wave of nausea crashed over me as the pain stabbed at my stomach, feeling as if my uterus was collapsing in on itself. I desperately ran to the toilet, holding onto the seat and puking into the bowl. My stomach churned and tightened as I gagged.. another meal rising up my throat.

Every spiralling worry stopped when I felt his hands run through my hair, pulling it out my face and using the band that was in just in his hair to tie mine in a tight ponytail.

He knelt beside me, rubbing my back and whispering things I couldn't make sense of at the moment with the pain still cursing me.

"Loki..."

I sob, gagging over the toilet but not being sick.

He continued rubbing, kissing my head and making sure I'm sat comftable, I didn't even realise how he had put me in his lap.

"nghh.."

I groan, holding onto my stomach, my hands gripping and the area and pulling and pushing, I didn't know what I was doing but I just wanted the pain off... I couldn't bare it...

"Lokiiiiii"

I groan again, my voice strained in pain.

"P...please"

My voice cracks, tears spilling down my cheeks. Once he realised my scratching hands, he pulled them away slowly, replacing them with his own and massaging again.

I let out a whimper of pain.

"Shhh shh shh... trust me my darling, just relax"

He coos, rocking me side to side in his arms.

My eyes suddenly widen as I feel his palms heat up to the perfect temputure as he continues kneeding my skin.

I whine, leaning against him, the pain fading with every movement of his huge hands that now had mine wrapped around them. He dosent stop, just whispering words of affirmation in my ears and swaying me with himself as my eyes began to flutter shut, my body finally feeling at ease and calm.

"That's it..."

I hear him whisper as he lifts me in his arms, hands still on my belly..

"You're okay love, ive got you"

He says as he lies me in a bed, the sheets changed and fresh, and a new nightgown dressing my body with the flash of a small green light.

How he does it I will never know but I do know that him, and his mother's parenting, will always be there to guide me through terrible nights like this.

"I love you Lo..." I whisper as I feel my body sink into the mattress and a kiss on my lips, large arms wrapping around my waist.

"I love you more, my darling.."

He replies with another kiss, then turns the lamp off, keeping his hands on my abdomen throughout the early morning till dawn.

[maxdibert]

I was talking with my mother, who’s been in multiple fandoms since the 90s, about how people don’t really understand Snape and paint him as a villain when he is way more than that, and at some point she just told me « why does it matter if he is bad? he is fictional anyway », and used the example of anakin skywalker, her favorite character in fiction, who was an authoritarian leader and committed mass murder among other things but is still really loved because people think he is interesting or just because he is cool and iconic.

That’s when it struck me that the marauders fandom was the only fandom in which I had to defend a character as much. And that’s because most people in it have strong « baby’s first fandom » vibes. In any other fandoms, people stan murderers, war criminals, racists, and sexists with no shame.

But it’s only in this fandom that every character has to be a perfect little angel who’s never done anything wrong, at the cost of completely mischaracterizing the main characters because they don’t originally fit that description (sirius was a dark, messed up, and arrogant bully and even though he went against his family’s values, probably still held a lot of prejudice, he almost ruined his best friend’s life by making him kill someone and had no remorse, but we can’t talk about that because he HAS to be a good person, either how could we love him?)

so yeah, snape bullied kids… so what? not only is he fictional but he is also dead, it’s not that deep. I’d love to see marauders fans go in any other fandoms and try to tell people who they should support and who they shouldn’t because “they did something morally wrong”

Walter White is one of the most beloved characters ever and he’s a complete piece of shit. The amount of characters in A Song of Ice and Fire who are absolute garbage human beings and people adore them? I’ve seen so many Snaters who are fans of House MD, which I find the height of hypocrisy because if you accuse Snape of being a bully, then what is Gregory House? The man spent his entire life mistreating his colleagues, saying outrageous things to his patients, and being an insufferable jerk. So what’s the difference? Let’s talk about Loki in the MCU — who LITERALLY tried to commit genocide and killed thousands of people, but had so many fans they gave him his own damn series. And don’t even get me started on the amount of people who adore the Joker, a literal serial killer and terrorist. I’ve actually seen people be openly Snaters and still be part of the Hannibal fandom. Like, you really have the nerve to make posts about how Snape is the worst for making nasty comments to kids while writing statements about how redeemable a CANNIBALISTIC PSYCHOPATH is?

Honestly, I think it’s pure rage and hate towards the character at this point, because it’s not just that this doesn’t happen in other fandoms — it’s that there are Snaters who are in other fandoms with characters way worse than Severus and they don’t pull this kind of thing. So yeah, I genuinely don’t get those people

[reginaphalangelobster]

I Don't Deserve You

Clint Barton x fem!reader

Summary: Your plans for Valentine's Day change, but you still couldn't be happier.

Warnings: injuries, swearing, angst, Clint not feeling good enough for the reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, reader and Clint tease each other a lot but it's purely out of love, no use of Y/n, could be read as gender neutral if you ignore 2 references to reader being female

Word Count: 2k

Request: Yes

Neither of you liked to make a big fuss about Valentine's Day, you were just happy to be with each other. After all, you loved each other the same today as you did any day, the holiday was just a nice excuse to spend time together. Not that you needed one, you loved being together.

You decided to plan out a cute little date night, staying in of course. With Clint's Avenger duties he was usually pretty tired and he just wanted to come home to you and stay in most of the time, but you loved it. You got all the ingredients to make Clint's favourite food for dinner and your favourite for dessert, you lined up a bunch of cheesy romance movies. If you ever told anyone he would deny it with every fibre of his being but Clint Barton loved rom-coms.

You lit some candles and remembered to keep them away from the curtains, unlike Clint. It was a lovely gesture but you weren't very swept up in the romance of it all when you had to get the fire extinguisher.

You were just starting to cook dinner when you got a text.

On my way ❤️

You smiled ten times brighter and actually danced around the kitchen a little. You continued to cook and hum away merrily. You noticed that Clint had sent that text an hour ago and he should be home by now. Just as you picked up your phone to check that he was okay, his name came across the screen.

"Hey, are you okay? You sent that text a while ago"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm really sorry baby, but Tony needs me"

"What's going on?"

"Some space asshole wants to take over the planet again"

"I thought Thor and Loki took care of the space stuff"

"They do, but they're MIA. They left for Asgard a week ago and they still haven't come back. Cap and Nat are here but they said they need me too"

"What about Bruce?"

"He was going to go with the Brodinsons, some kind of alien science thing. Don't know if he did"

"You know they hate that name"

"Why else would I call them that?"

"Just stay safe, okay? Leave the robot strangling to Steve"

He chuckled lightly, making a crackling sound over the phone "Yes Ma'am" He paused for a moment and breathed in deeply "I promise, I'll be home soon"

"You'd better be. I don't think you want to miss out on everything I have planned. I even got a new outfit"

"I thought you wanted to stay in?"

"I do"

"Oh" He paused, realising what you meant "OH, I'll get this finished up quick then"

"I love you"

"I-"

He was cut off by a loud crashing noise followed by an explosion. You heard a lot of screaming and cries for help echoing through the phone.

"Clint? Clint?! Are you okay? Please, answer me"

He didn't. The phone went dead and you were left standing in the kitchen, not knowing anything yet again.

You turned the stove off and walked over to the couch. You hated when this happened. You hated being in the dark, you hated not knowing if the man you love is even breathing, it made you sick. You knew you shouldn't freak out, you didn't know anything so he could be okay, right?

You just sat there, for hours. It's happened before but this felt different. You could barely move. You just managed to lay down and curl up into a little ball. Clint's sweater was hanging on the back of the couch, he never put it away, some days you thought he was actively trying to drive you crazy, today you just held it. You grabbed it and clutched it to your chest, breathing him in, praying it wouldn't be the last time.

The hours passed by, going late into the night and you stayed there, waiting. You heard a quiet thump coming from outside and when you approached the door you heard heavy breathing and the jingling of keys. It's Clint. It has to be. You flung the door open and he fell forward. You caught him just in time. He looked up at you and extended a bouquet of slightly damaged red roses.

"Happy Valentine's Day"

You huffed out a small laugh and helped him up. He was covered in blood, you hoped it wasn't all his, you were certain that whatever was blue wasn't. He had a huge bruise over his eye and a cut through his eyebrow. He had lots of smaller cuts and scrapes across his body but the worst one was on his arm. He held his arm close to his chest but you managed to pull it away and see the big gash. You sat him down on the couch and rested his arm on it. You saw the big cut that ran down his leg and propped it up on an ottoman.

"God" You muttered to yourself as you got the first aid kit.

"Y-you should see the other guy" He coughed out, wincing at the small movements and holding his side.

"Why aren't you at the hospital?"

"It's Valentine's Day"

"That's not an answer and you know it"

"What? Don't you like the flowers? They nearly cost me an arm and a leg"

You shook your head and smiled "I love them, but that's not the point"

"Well I'm in one piece, that counts for something, doesn't it?"

"Something, but being in one piece shouldn't be your only goal"

You knelt down, pulled out an alcohol wipe and started cleaning up his arm.

"I-Ow! Can you give me a warning next time?"

"Sorry"

He leaned his head back, took a deep breath and clenched his fist.

"I hope I didn't keep you up?"

"Nah, I'm often awake at 4 in the morning"

He looked down at you, his eyes clouded over with sadness and guilt as he watched you help him when he had abandoned you.

"I-"

"Don't"

"What?"

"Don't apologise for saving the world. Apologise for not taking care of yourself while you did it"

"I'm sorry. I really am. I should've been here, with you"

You finished cleaning up his wounds and got up to leave. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, you could feel the dirt and blood still on them.

"Where are you going?"

"Just the kitchen"

"Okay"

He let go of you and wished he didn't. You were gone for 10 minutes. 10 excruciating minutes. He didn't know if you were coming back, you'd be right not to with that way he's always leaving you. When he finally saw you walk back in you held a plate in your hands. You presented it to him and he took it gratefully. It was his favourite meal. Of course it was, of course you were here waiting for him after you had spent the time and effort to make his favourite meal for the day you were meant to spend together. You sat next to him and rested a hand on his thigh, rubbing up and down gently, reassuring him that it was okay.

"I don't deserve you"

"Nope, but you're stuck with me now"

"Am I?"

"What?"

"Stuck with you?"

"O-of course you are, don't you want to be?"

"I love you more than I can form the words, I just, I'm a terrible partner"

"No, Clint, you aren't. You're absolutely wonderful 90% of the time, you're just focused on the 10 right now, but you don't need to be"

"It's more than 10"

"Fine, 11"

He chuckled lightly "I'll take that"

"And I'll take you"

You leaned up and shifted closer You pressed your lips to his with the delicate touch of a feather.

"Is that all? What about your new outfit?"

"Well I didn't want to hurt you, you know, more"

"You won't" He said with a suggestive smile.

You moved over to him and kissed him again. This time deeper, like you were trying to hold onto each other for as long as you could. He moaned lightly just before you pulled away.

"Okay, I was wrong. That hurt"

You giggled softly as you took your seat on the couch "Sorry, baby"

"I'm sorry I ruined our Valentine's Day"

"You didn't, the only way can ever ruin my day is if you aren't in it"

"God, you're so sweet. It's making me sick"

You gently tap his arm as opposed to swatting it.

"Alright, I planned a fun night for us and we're gonna do it"

"Honey, when you kissed me it hurt, I don't think we can-"

"Not that, we're going to watch some rom-coms, I found a few I think you'll like"

"Sounds like a plan"

You took the remote and played one of your picks for the night; Just Like Heaven. You loved Reese Witherspoon and the other actor looked strangely familiar. About 2 minutes after he came on screen Clint just turned and looked at you, mouth agape in shock. He couldn't believe it. Clint dialled Bruce's number with shaky hands as he couldn't stop laughing.

"Hello?"

"Where the hell were you?"

"I just got back from Asgard, is everything okay?"

"Can't complain, got my girl, got half my blood"

"What happened?!"

"Some alien attacked, we really could have used a code green or some godly magic from you buddies"

"I'm sorry Clint, we were in an asteroid belt, no reception"

"Nice cover story, anyways that's not why I called"

"Why did you call?"

"Ever heard of Mark Ruffalo?"

"Shit"

"Yes, shit. How come you never told us?"

"I was there when we all watched Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters. I wasn't going through that"

"Fair enough, Tony's still calling me Jeremy"

"So, which movie is it?"

"Just Like Heaven, the one with Reese Witherspoon" You pipped up when Clint turned to you.

"Well have fun and don't ever mention it to anyone!" Bruce said in a faux cheery tone before hanging up.

Clint put his phone down and turned his attention back to the screen. You finished the movie and laughed all the way through.

"Clint"

"Yeah?"

"You know Scarlett Johansson?"

"I don't think so"

"Heard of Chris Evans?"

"Nope"

"That's, that's just so great"

You played The Nanny Diaries.

"W-what the fuck?" He drew out the last word "How could you not tell me about this sooner?"

"I just found out last week"

"I have to call Nat"

"Just, give it a minute"

"Why?"

"Trust me"

The movie continued and Harvard Hottie came on screen.

"No fuckin' way!"

"Glad you waited?"

"Oh, so glad"

"Wait until the costume party"

"There's a costume party?!"

"Yep"

"I have to see that"

You both howled through the scene, you thought Clint might break another rib at one point. You saw his eyes starting to close as the movie ended.

"Wanna o to bed?"

"I'd love to, but I don't think I can get up"

"That's okay, we can sleep here. That's why I bought a big couch"

"You should go to bed, get a decent sleep"

"It's fine, the couch is pretty comfy. Besides, I can't sleep without you anyways"

He looked at you with so much love in his eyes and he brought your hand up to his lips as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

"You're incredible"

"Nah, amazing maybe but incredible's a big statement"

"But it's true, you did all of this for me"

"I picked a couple movies and made dinner, Clint, it's not that special"

"It is because it's with you, you make everything special"

"Who's sickeningly sweet now?"

"Still think it's you"

You cuddled up on the couch with Clint and soon drifted off into a peaceful sleep, you always slept well when you were in his arms and he slept well whenever he was holding you.

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Summary: It's been a long time coming... But now the day for you and Loki to say 'Yes' and enter the bond of marriage has finally arrived. A covenant for eternity.

Chapter Six - The Cosummation of Marriage

Warnings for this Chapter: 18+! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! very suggestive smut/mild smut? fluff!

Word Count: 3,4k

a/n: Here we are... The final chapter. I loved to write this little series with all my heart. 🥰 A HUGE thanks to everybody who inspired me, helped me and encouraged me! 🙏🏼 This project means a lot to me and I love how everything came together. I hope y'all like the last chapter as well!

THANK YOU!

💍 Chapter Five 💍

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• A Covenant for Eternity Masterlist (coming soon!)

You and Loki followed a trail of emerald green rose petals, which led through several corridors of the palace; torches at the walls being the only light source. Kissing, giggling and holding hands; you made your way to the chamber which had been prepared for the two of you - by your bridesmaids, of course.

"Come on, babe. I wanna see what they came up with," you whispered excitedly; dragging Loki after you with quick steps.

A deep chuckle rumbled through the god's chest behind you. "Eager, are we?" He stated and with a tug of his big palm engulfing yours, pulled you back in his arms. You squealed; stumbling into his strong chest. "Lokiii!" The giggle which left your lips soon faded into a soft moan, as your husband dipped his head and started to bruise your neck with his kisses. "Babe..." You breathed and tried to break free from his grip and thirsty lips - which turned out to be more difficult than anticipated. "Please," you whimpered. "I wanna see the room..." You could feel Loki's lips curl in a smirk against your skin. "And I want you."

That sentence almost caused your knees to give in.

But, you would not give up without a 'fight'.

You managed to angle your head; forcing Loki's lips to brush against yours. "You'll have me..." You whispered; leisurely kissing him, while your hand went to play with the buttons of his green blazer. "But later."

With those words you broke free from his grasp; turned on your heels and started to walk backwards along the corridor.

Loki only gasped in response; lips apart and eyes narrowing. His eyes spoke more than words ever could.

You just giggled again. "Come on, Mischief. If you want me... Well... I suppose you gotta catch me." You ran away, then; laughing.

"Little minx," Loki growled; chasing after you immediately.

Of course, was the god way faster in his suit and dress shoes than you in your dress and heels. Therefore, he caught up to you quickly and before you could even react, had you pinned against the wall.

You squeaked up again, but were powerless. His forearm pressed against the wall; caging you between him and the stone surface. His free hand grasped your hip tightly. He smirked.

"Got you." "Oh, really?" You smiled innocently, "Or... Do I got you?" and lifted your right leg, in order to wrap it around his ass; pushing him against you. A low, almost primal growl slipped past Loki's lips at the sudden body contact; eyes closing shut. He just couldn't resist the temptation to run the hand which had rested on your hip over the bare skin on your now exposed thigh.

The touch left a sizzling sensation behind; tickling yours and his nerve ends.

You gasped and entangled your hands around his neck to pull your husband down for an almost desperate kiss.

"No..." He panted; upper lip still trapped between your opened lips. A small string of saliva the only connection. "I definitely got you," Loki's deep timbre urged to your ears; never failing to send shivers down your spine.

You wanted to answer something... Anything - but you didn't get that far. Loki suddenly bend his knees, wrapped both his arms around the back of your thighs and lifted you up off the ground.

You giggled and held tightly on to him, as he carried you further down the corridor and straight to your chamber.

Once he reached the still closed door with you in his arms, he used his seidr to open it; carrying you over the threshold - as it should be. With his foot, Loki gave the door a nudge and it fell into its hinges.

"There we are Milady... Our place to stay for the night." The god let you down gently and snapped his fingers. A dozen of candles start to light up, illuminating the dark room and marking a pathway to the big, spacious king-sized bed.

As you took in the room around you, you gasped in awe. Everything was beautifully decorated. The colours emerald green, gold, white and black everywhere. On the bed ended the trail of rose petals. Green and white sheets waited for you to dive into.

You could also make out the outlines of a small box laying on top of one of the pillows.

"And?" Loki whispered into your ear; coming up behind you and pressing his chest against your back while his arms looped around your middle. "Do you like it?"

You nodded; smiling. "I do. The girls put a lot of effort in this. How do you like it?" He pressed a kiss to the skin behind your ear. "I do like it as well."

You turned your head to look up at him; cupping his cheek on the way. Loki took the opportunity, of course, and dipped his head to meet your lips in another kiss - which grew more and more passionate each passing second. At some point, you turned completely in his embrace, without breaking the kiss. Your hands splayed on his stomach; toying with the buttons of his waistcoat.

Loki's palms glided from your waist to your hips; gently squeezing.

They didn't rest there for long, though. Soon, they slid to your ass and up your back, until they reached the zipper of the dress; teasingly slow unzipping it. Within the blink of an eye, you were almost entirely nude - except for the heels and panties. That was the moment your husband lifted you up once again. You gasped as his big, warm hands met your skin.

"Kick off your heels, darling." You did as he told you, causing them to land on the rich wooden floor with a soft thud.

No twenty seconds later, your back hit the soft mattress of the bed; the emerald green silken duvet cold against your skin. Goosebumps spread over your whole body.

Loki shrugged off his jacket; carelessly throwing it away. The he made quick work to untie and kick off his dress shoes as well, before he climbed on the bed like a predator. His eyes roamed your almost naked form; a smirk on his lips.

He visibly enjoyed the view.

Gently parting your legs with his hands, he took the space in between them; now hovering above your body. He dipped his head and kissed his way from your collarbone to your neck; gently sucking and nipping on the sensitive skin.

You gasped; "Loki..." eyes closing shut. Your husband just hummed in response and kept his mouth locked to your skin; marking you.

You enjoyed the work of his sinful lips, but then you saw the little box on the pillow beside you in the corner of your eye; reminding you of its existence. And now you were curious - and distracted.

"B-Babe..." You breathed and tapped his arm in an attempt to stop him. Loki lifted his head; clearly visible confused. "Is everything alright, my love?" You nodded, "Yes, sorry, I am just..." and shifted underneath him to grab the box. "... curious what's inside there." "Really, darling? You'd rather wish to know what is inside a box than consummate our marriage?" Loki playfully rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Well... Yep." You giggled, "We still have hours to do the fun part." and gave him a playful smack on his (yet clothed) ass. He hissed; giving you a dangerous, mischievous smirk. "Careful, darling. You should know by now that my patience is wearing thin when it comes down to making love to you," he spoke in a low, husky voice and captured your lips in a hungry kiss again; almost causing you to lose focus... Almost.

While he was bruising your lips with his, your hands worked on opening the box; eyes widening at what you found. You quickly unlocked your mouth from Loki's. "Babe, look..." You giggled; showing him the content of the box. His eyes widened for a moment as well, before he joined you in laughter. "Your friends are very naughty," he stated; referring to the pile of condoms in the box. You just shrugged your shoulders. "It's Nat and Wanda, what did you expect?" The god took one little package between his long fingers. "Well... At least we can make good use of this... gift..." You winked at him, "Indeed." and let your hand rummage through the box; finding a little note. "They even left a message." You unfolded the small piece of paper and read it aloud. "We expect to find this box to be empty."

Loki smirked, "That..." and took the box and note out of your hands to neatly place it on the night-stand. "... can be arranged," he said and went to kiss you again.

A kiss which didn't last very long - much to your dismay. He pulled away with a pop and gave you a smouldering look, before he started to kiss down your body; making sure to pepper your skin with hickeys.

Loki kissed the insides of your thighs; leaving a wet trail behind. He nipped and sucked on the supple skin; causing the breath to hitch in your throat. It was torture.

Sweet, sweet torture.

Slowly, his lips continued their journey, until they reached their destination - where you needed them most.

"L-Loki!" You panted; eyes closing shut as a soft frown creased your forehead. Your free hand buried itself immediately in his hair; quickly undoing the braids. His hair was even more curly now - and you absolutely loved it. You had something to hold on now; desperately tugging at the roots.

He smiled against you. You could feel it. The god placed a soft kiss on the top of your mound. "My princess... My goddess... My wife... Let me worship you on this special night." Loki whispered huskily; squeezing the insides of your thighs with his palms as he secured your body to the mattress beneath you with his strong forearms.

You nodded almost frantically; body shivering with anticipation - and desire. "P-Please..."

This time, your husband gave you an visible smirk, before he dived back down to fulfil his promise... Worshipping you, his wife.

Loki had always made good use of his silver-tongue... But this time, it was different. It felt different. It was all about cherishing and expressing the unconditional love he was willing to give you as long as he lived.

Panting, and with an almost delirious smile on your face, you gently ran a hand through your husbands long hair as he placed his chin just beneath your belly button; a satisfied grin on his glistening lips. His left hand let go of your thigh and searched for your hand instead; fingers looping through yours.

"I love you," Loki whispered; brushing a soft kiss on your skin. "I love you, too." You answered immediately and held his gaze for a moment; losing yourself in those oceanic blues.

It was a short, beautiful moment of silent bliss and romance, before you squeezed his hand and bit your lip. "It's quite unfair that you are still fully dressed, dear husband of mine," you tutted him playfully. "Shielding your beautiful body from me... What a shame."

Loki gave you a cheeky smile. "I have to agree with you, darling. It's not quite fair. But, in my defence... Playing fair was never my strength," he innocently shrugged his shoulders, before giving you once again one of his smouldering looks. Your heart fluttered.

"You have the permission to strike a balance, my love." You tapped your chin in a thinking manner. "Hmm... What about you striking a balance? After all you caused the mismatch."

Another smirk flashed across his face. "Ahh, I see... My lady wants a show..." He straightened up and sat on his heels; starting to unbutton his waistcoat with one big, veiny hand. "... and who am I to deny her such a wish on our wedding night?"

Slowly, he shrugged the waistcoat off his shoulders and continued with the buttons of his black shirt. You bit your lip; watching his digits work. Just the sight was enough to turn you on even more; a soft whine escaping your lips. A whine which didn't slip Loki's notice as well. He smirked and let his fingers glide teasingly over the sliver of exposed skin; grazing his abs and pecks on the way, before he got rid of it as well.

Now he was shirtless; muscles clenching as he threw the shirt carelessly on the floor.

You almost combusted.

"Loki, please..." You mumbled; not even knowing what you were begging for. Perhaps for him to strip faster... Or wanting the permission to touch him?

The god chuckled; cupping the golden buckle of his leather belt. "Impatient, daring?" You nodded; whining, and sat up. "Wanna touch..." Before you could reach the treasure hidden between his legs, Loki caught your hand in his and leaned down to press a kiss on your knuckles.

Wordlessly, he placed your palm on his chest, between his muscular pecks; feeling the fine, black silken hairs tickling your skin - and the rapid beat of his heart.

While you went to explore his toned upper body, Loki unbuckled his belt and unzipped his bulging emerald green suit trousers; gracefully pulling them off of his ridiculously long legs.

All your husband was dressed in now, were his black boxers - which left nothing much to imagine. You just couldn't avert your eyes. It was impossible.

Your hand quickly wandered from his chest to his abs and down his happy trail; gripping the waistband of his underwear. "Take it off, babe, please." The god chuckled and ran a hand through his wild locks. "Do it then, my queen. Claim what is yours and take what you need."

Without hesitation you pushed the black fabric over his ass and past his thighs, until he could slip it off.

Finally, he was just as nude as you were.

"Babe..." You whimpered; unable to keep your hands off his crotch any longer. A sensual, pleased hiss left the god's lips; breathing quickening. He wasn't going to last. Not now. Not in this situation.

"Darling, s-stop, I-I..." He breathed; gently battering your hand away. You understood of course immediately; his eyes telling you more than words ever could. You let yourself sink back onto the mattress, pulling Loki with you; lips locked to his.

Slowly, your husband's left hand travelled down the side of your body; leaving goosebumps behind. He hooked your leg around his hips; positioning himself. Deep oceanic eyes gazed into yours, as he gently parted his hungry mouth from yours; lips red and swollen. A loose black curl hung in his face, almost causing you to lose your mind.

"I love you, my darling. I can't even put it in words," Loki whispered; eyes reflecting nothing but pure, honest love.

You cupped his cheek; smiling. "I love you, t-ohhh..." The smile on your face didn't last long; quickly faded into furrowed eyebrows and lips forming the perfect 'o' in pure, raw pleasure, as Loki connected your bodies. His breath faltered; a pearl of sweat already rolling down his temple.

It was just so overwhelming. The emotions, feelings, all the wonderful things that happened today, the fact that you were married now... It was all so much more intense and intimate. A celebration of love indeed.

Loki gasped; head dipping to rest his forehead against yours as his eyes slipped shut. Just like yours mere seconds later. All you had to do was feel - and oh, you did. While one of your hand held on to Loki's bicep for dear life, was the other wrapped up in the god's bigger one; fingers intertwined. His other hand was gripping the headboard of the bed for leverage as he made sweet love to you.

It had been a very long night for you and Loki. Therefore, you woke up late in the morning; tickled awake by the soft sunrays of the Asgardian autumn sun. You blinked your eyes open and looked up at the ceiling; immediately remembering where you are. Asgard.

You smiled as your brain caught up and flooded your head with all the wonderful memories from yesterday.

You stretched like a cat and turned around; wanting to face your husband. But much to your dismay was Loki's side of the bed empty. Frowning and with a frustrated groan about the absence of him, you rolled over again; eyes slipping shut again. You were on the verge of drifting off again, when you heard some quiet noises; accompanied by steps. "Darling?" A gentle voice whispered. Loki. "Are you awake?"

You yawned and stretched again. "Halfway," you mumbled.

Loki chuckled and approached the bed further. "Where were you, babe?" Another soft chuckle. "I was organising breakfast - well, lunch for us. Way too late to call it a breakfast..." These words piqued your interest. Opening just one eye, you looked up to face your husband - and almost immediately choked on your own spit.

Loki stood in front of you with a big tray full with amazingly smelling food in his hands, but only in boxershorts and deliciously dishevelled raven locks.

"You should take a picture, my love. It lasts longer," Loki noted in amusement and handed you the tray. It caused you to snap out of your daydream again.

You laughed, "Nah, babe, not necessary, 'cause I can enjoy the view every morning." and winked at him. Loki gave you a smouldering gaze. "Is that so?" With a nod you reached for his hand and gently tugged; urging him on to lean down, "Mhm, definitely." so that you could kiss him. He smiled against your lips; only deepening it with his hand cupping your cheek and only letting go once he needed to breathe.

"Shall we eat something? I'm starving." You nodded, "Yes, please." and watched him round the bed in order to join you again.

You and Loki ate together and cuddled for another while, before you had to get up; just relishing in the fact that you were married now. None of you was yet able to grasp it, but the wedding band on both your ring fingers told you otherwise. It was an indescribably feeling.

In the early evening, you said goodbye to Frigga and Odin and took all your friends and colleagues back to earth.

You didn't stay long at the Avengers compound, though. You were just there to collect your luggage, before driving to the airport and taking off into your honeymoon; destination Norway.

Thor and Nat had accompanied the two of you. It wouldn't have been necessary, but they were adamant to do it. So, you let them, of course...

"Bye, sweetie." Natasha was hugging you tightly, while Thor was cuddling his brother. "Look after yourself and Mischief." You smiled, hugging her just as tight. "Of course, Nat." Then the Widow pulled back, so that she was able to look into your eyes; a cheeky grin on her face. "Have fun, babes. See amazing things, have awesome sex and if you come back home pregnant, I won't blame you and volunteer to be the baby's auntie."

You almost choked on your own spit at her words. "Nat!" You hissed; chuckling and slapping her arm gently. "I can't just... You know! That won't happen." Your best friend innocently shrugged her shoulders. "I had to say it. Better safe than sorry, you know." You shook your head; still giggling.

From the corner of your eyes you noticed how the boys gave you and your best friend a confused look. You laughed even more and hugged Natasha again. "Thanks, babe. For everything. See you in three weeks." She nodded and let go of you.

The you turned to Thor and opened your arms. "Come here, you big teddy bear!" Thor laughed and indeed wrapped you up in a big bear hug. "Look after my brother and make sure that he does not destroy Norway." "Promised," you said; patting his muscular shoulder blade.

After your best friend and brother-in-law had waved you goodbye, you and Loki boarded the plane and took your seats.

"Are you ready, my love?" The raven haired god asked you; taking your hand in his. "I am more than ready, babe. I can't wait to spend and enjoy those three weeks with you." He gave you one of those stunningly beautiful smiles. "Me neither, darling."

And with a kiss, you flew together into the sunset; heading for Norway.

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Trans Peter and the avengers find out? But like, they’re really supportive?

Or Trans Peter headcanons?

I'll do both since I love the ideas. I'll start with the Avengers finding out Peter's trans!

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Title: The truth.

The tower was quiet, almost too quiet. Peter was out on patrol before dinner. Bucky, restless and needing something to entertain him for the time being. He'd been trying to teach himself the electric guitar, which was a gift from Steve. Maybe Peter would know something, the kid was weirdly good at everything. He walked to Peter's room. The door was slightly open. Bucky hesitated, then pushed the door open.

Bucky: Kid?

The room remained silent. Bucky figured Peter wouldn't mind him taking a quick peek. Bucky stepped inside, his gaze immediately landed on a photo. Bucky picked it up, it was a picture of a little girl who looked about 4 or 5. Her hair was in pigtails and she wore a bright pink dress. Bucky frowned. He didn't think Peter had a sister. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of the photo, then he put the photo down and walked out of the room. He walked into the kitchen, finding the Avengers together. Tony was leaning on the kitchen counter, Steve was sketching in a notebook, Natasha was sharpening knives and the others were doing whatever they wanted to do. Bucky held up his phone.

Bucky: Take a look at this.

Bucky showed them the photo that he'd taken.

Steve: Is that Peter...?

Tony looked at the phone.

Tony: Looks like a mini Parker. I didn't know he had a sister.

Bucky sighs.

Bucky: He doesn't.

Wanda walked closer.

Wanda: That's weird.

Loki smirked.

Loki: Interesting. Maybe a past life?

The picture on Bucky's phone made it round the room.

Sam finally chimed in.

Sam: Alright, that's enough guessing. We've got to ask Peter about this.

Everyone comes to an agreement. They decided to wait for Peter to return. Hours later, Peter bounced into the room.

Peter: Hey, everyone!

Tony cleared his throat.

Tony: Hey, kid. Bucky found something in your room...

Bucky stepped forward and showed Peter the picture on his phone. Peter's eyes widened. Peter takes a deep breath.

Peter: That's me...

Everyone was shocked.

Kate: Whoa, you were a girl?

Peter immediately avoided all eye contact.

Peter: Yeah, I used to be...

Steve smiled.

Steve: Thanks for telling us, kid.

Tony was quiet for a moment, but then he put his hand on Peter's shoulder.

Tony: So, you were rocking pigtails when you were a child? Hey, no shame in that! Rock what you wanna rock!

Natasha stepped forward and hugged him.

Natasha: You're still the same Peter we know and love. Nothing changed that!

One by one, the Avengers offered words of support and acceptance. Thor talked about glory of embracing your true self, while Wanda spoke of understanding and compassion. Surprisingly, Loki offered a nod of respect. Even Yelena offered a smile. Peter started tearing up, but they were tears of happiness.

Peter: Thank you...

Tony grinned.

Tony: So, does this mean we get to see baby pictures? Because I'm definitely going to dig through your old photo albums, kiddo.

Peter giggled a bit. Bucky put his arm around Peter. Peter knew that he was home, that he was safe and loved.

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Ok I had a funny thought. This is a baby Percy au. Have you ever watched the movie baby Day out? This is what I’m going off by.

That there were some gods that were wronged by Poseidon and wanted revenge. They can’t attack Poseidon so they go with a different solution. They kidnap baby Percy.

But here is the kicker. You mention that Percy could replace zerofuku as a God of Misery.

(Poseidon is elsewhere. And Percy is alone)

So they went to the castle and dealt with the guards that were there and infiltrated the castle they search in the castle for Percy to kidnap her and they succeed. They don’t think much of her because she is a baby and think she’s no harm. (they’re completely wrong cause she’s a menace. But she is a good baby.)

At the castle, Percy is missing so Poseidon rings the alarm. So obviously the family is coming to help. (And Loki and Beelzebub) the guides that were there are interrogated about what happened and they tell them that she was kidnapped. They are furious to learn what has happened.

Meanwhile…

The Gods that kidnapped her put a spell on her to hide her from the gods and in their hideout, but even though they kidnapped Baby Percy they have not actually thought out what to do with her. Some of the more crueler ones said to kill her or others suggested to keep her away from her family forever like sealing her away so that they know where she is, but they can never have her.

Baby Percy meanwhile was in all looking around in the area where she was because she never went outside the castle like she went to visit her family, but she was never taken out to actually see things (Poseidon is very possessive) while the gods were arguing what to do with her, Percy managed sneak out of the area where she was held at.

So the events begins Percy inadvertently causes so much trouble to the gods that they get injured, humiliated and deeply regretting there decisions. Percy in the meanwhile is having a blast. She is exploring without restraint and meets new people makes friends the same way as a baby can make friends.

Her family meanwhile is getting reports of sightings of a lost baby and go the search the area. An hear what happens to the gods that kidnapped her and get the story together of what she is doing (exploring)

Percy is having so much fun with everyone and everything. But at the end of the day she gets tired and wants to go home. Coincidentally Percy is near the path that Poseidon normally takes to go home with her (cause he knows she loves the area) So Percy remembers the path she has to follow to go home. At this moment the spell that keeps her hidden wears off and sees her. They immediately go to her and worry over her. Percy is just happy to be home.

And the gods that kidnapped her were found and were imprisoned for the time being. Her family paranoid decided to look through the memories of both the Percy and the gods that kidnapped her.

And they saw the memories. And it turned out to be like a movie night and they watched a funny movie. They are shocked and amused about what happened. Baby Percy wants to sleep so they put her to bed. 

Haha so there is my story. Not good I know but I just wanted to do this. I hope you enjoyed. 

"she’s a menace. But she is a good baby"

this is literally the most perfect description of her regardless of age

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Oh! Can you make baby reader with the RoR anime? Reader saying her first words which was 'wuv you♥️' while being cradles by ber favorite person. Adam, Odin, Hades, Beelzebub, Nikola, Brunhilde, and Jack, please!

Disclaimer- I am not responsible for any deaths caused by this cuteness.

-It had been weeks in the making, leading up to this very moment, your whole family taking turns trying to teach you how to say your first word.

-Some, like Adam, Eve, and some of the more responsible ones were trying to teach you how to say ‘mama’ or ‘papa’ or ‘hello’.

-Others, who are no longer allowed to be alone with you, namely Loki, had been trying to teach you to say a naughty word, thinking it would be funny.

-Whenever any of them were around you, they would say a word, looking at you, trying to entice you to say that word, like ‘food’ or ‘waffle’ or ‘candy’ or ‘toys’ anything to get you talking.

-You had been sitting with Eve, playing with your stuffed toys that your family had gotten for you when (Favorite) approached you, “Hi Y/N~”

-You cooed happily, lifting your hands up, wanting to be picked up which he did with a smile, “You’re so cute my little Y/N! I love you~~!” while planting a kiss on your chubby cheek.

-You giggled happily, patting his cheeks with your hands, “Wuv you!”

-Everything went silent, everyone around turned, seeing what you had just said.

-Immediately cheering with elation, hugging you close, spinning around, “I love you Y/N! I love you so much!!” your squeals and laughter of delight filled the room as you repeated yourself, “Wuv you! Wuv you!”

            -Adam, Hades, and Brunnhilde

-Instantly smiled, tears welling in his eyes but he didn’t let them fall as he hugged you close, feeling you peppering his cheeks with kisses as he sighed softly, “I love you so much Y/N.” you beamed up at him, “Wuv you!” he chuckled softly, overwhelmed with happiness.

            -Odin, Beelzebub, and Jack

-Instantly in tears, falling to his knees, crying loudly as he held you close, “Y/N is talking! I love you Y/N! I love you!!” you giggled, not bothered that he was ugly crying while others were laughing around him, “Wuv you!” He cried every time you said that to him for at least the next week.

-Loki, Ares, Nikola

[avengersfantasies]

The World

Here's a little blurb about Bucky and being touched affectionately.

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He had his arms around you as you sat on his lap, your index finger tracing his jawline. Following behind your finger were your lips – placing small kisses around his face. Every time you went to kiss him though, you noticed he’d flinch just slightly.

            “Buck?” you spoke softly and with worry. “Babe, are you okay?”

            He forced a smile. “I’m fine, sweetheart.”

You could tell he was trying to hide his true feelings. “Bucky,” you said with seriousness. “You’re flinching when I kiss you, babe.” Your hands held onto the sides of his shoulders, and again, he flinched lightly. “See? That,” you pointed out.

Bucky rubbed your thighs and exhaled. “I’m…I’m trying to tell myself that my thoughts are wrong.”

“What thoughts?” you asked, confused.

He looked down at where you sat in his lap. “The thoughts that tell me that I don’t deserve your soft, loving touches,” he clarified. “There’s…a part of me that knows I don’t deserve to be touched in the way you touch me.”

“Why do you think that?”

“What have I done to deserve it?” he scoffed. “My hands have killed countless with their touch…why do I deserve to be touched any differently?”

“Buck,” you said softly, holding him close to you. “Baby, that…that wasn’t you.”

“It was,” he argued. “And because of all the pain I’ve caused, I don’t deserve anything that gives me pleasure…and your kisses and touches do that.”

You held his face, making him look you in the eyes. “James,” you whispered, your heart breaking at the battle he has to fight every day. “You deserve the world, and all I can give you is love.”

“Your love is the world.”