#dad!loki

[kitty384]

Cool Hands, Quiet Heart

Summary: She’s older now. A little taller, a little louder, a little more magic sparking off her fingertips—but when the world gets too bright, too loud, too much, their daughter still goes running straight to Loki. She doesn’t ask. She doesn’t need to. She just presses her little palms to his chest until he shifts into the blue she’s always called home.

Content Warnings: toddler overstimulation (gentle), soft magic comfort, sensory grounding, father-daughter bonding, emotional intimacy, fluff

She was two and a half now.

Talkative. Wild. Brilliant.

A flickering ball of chaos and charm with wide green eyes and a stubborn streak that matched both her parents exactly.

She sang at the top of her lungs. Danced in the hallways barefoot. Made flowers bloom and burst with her emotions. Glowed when she was happy. Sparked when she wasn’t.

But sometimes—

When too many people came too close…

When Asgard’s royal halls got too loud…

When all the sounds and colors stacked too high inside her little head—

She would start to shake.

Her breath would stutter.

Her magic would fizzle under her skin, and her bottom lip would wobble just before she ran.

And she always ran in the same direction.

It happened during a small garden gathering.

Nothing overwhelming.

Just a few nobles, a few friendly faces, and far too many scents and voices all layered over the soft harp music in the background.

Their daughter had been doing fine—running between the rose bushes, collecting petals, whispering secrets to the butterflies.

But Y/N caught the moment it changed.

She tripped—not hard, just enough for her hands to slap the stone path and the world to tilt.

Too many eyes turned toward her.

Too many voices called her name at once.

And her bottom lip quivered.

“Where’s Papa?” she whispered to no one.

And then she ran.

Loki didn’t even blink when she barreled into his legs moments later.

He was standing near the edge of the terrace, a quiet glass of wine in hand, robes hanging loose around his shoulders.

She latched onto his thigh with both arms and let out a little hiccup of panic.

He didn’t ask questions.

He set down the glass.

Bent slowly to one knee.

And held out both hands.

She climbed into his arms without a word and buried her flushed face into his chest.

“Too loud?” he asked softly.

She nodded.

“Do you want me to shift?”

She nodded again—faster this time, little fists curled against him.

And so he did.

Right there on the terrace, in the middle of royalty and rose petals, he shifted—skin glowing cool and blue, eyes softening to crimson, breath evening out like moonlight.

The second his skin changed, her breathing slowed.

She pressed her little hands to his collarbones and rested her forehead right against the base of his throat.

“Cold,” she whispered.

“Do you want me to warm up?”

“No,” she mumbled. “You’re perfect.”

Y/N watched from across the garden, one hand over her heart.

Frigga appeared at her side with a soft smile.

“She still goes to him, hm?”

“She always will,” Y/N said quietly. “It’s the only thing that settles her sometimes.”

Frigga nodded.

“She recognizes where she came from. The blue doesn’t scare her. It grounds her.”

Y/N wiped at her eyes.

“She calls it her cool place.”

Later that night, Loki lay on the lounge in the sitting room, still glowing faintly, daughter asleep across his chest like a little starfish.

Her cheek was pressed to his heart.

Tiny fingers twitching every now and then.

Y/N knelt beside them, brushing hair out of her little girl’s face.

“She was all tangled up today,” she whispered. “I think she tried so hard not to cry.”

“She didn’t have to,” Loki said, voice thick with emotion. “She has us.”

Y/N leaned in, rested her head on his shoulder.

“She has you.”

He looked down at the little girl sprawled over him and kissed the crown of her head.

“She’ll always have me. In any form she needs.”

And across her skin, a soft shimmer of blue flickered in reply.

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[writingoddess1125]

Flowers Watered By Tears

DAMN! This is super old lol I forgot I had this in the chamber. Not proof read (Shooting this out as is)

Loki and FemReader + OOC

ANGST! HEAVY ANGST! small bit of fluff at very end

⚠️Warnings: ⚠️ Implied DubCon/NonCon teetering on the lines, Angst!

Loki wasn’t searching for anything in particular.

His fingers moved idly over the TemPad, skimming through case files without really reading them, however rolled his eyes when his own name popped up.

Mentally he didn't know why but he reviewed it once more.. Maybe with fresh eyes or just a bit of self punishment.

He had seen it all before really- his failures, his missteps, his deaths. Flipping through records of his own history like an outsider peering into a life he barely recognized.

But then-

His scrolling stopped.

The file was tucked away, buried deep in a section that shouldn’t have caught his eye. It wasn’t labeled like the others, just a series of numbers and letters meant to be overlooked. But Loki had spent enough time in the TVA to recognize a deliberately misplaced file when he saw one.

And he knew, instinctively, that it was something they didnt want him to know.

He clicked it open prepared for nothing in particular..

Subject: (Y/N) [REDACTED]

Location: Stuttgart, Germany

Confirmed Conception

Status: Active Timeline Variant

Loki eyes narrowed as he thought about the name... (Y/N)? It was vague but like a small sentence in a very long book.

Shrugging he started to read though, however his brow began to come together as he read through- However the further he read the deeper his stomach sank... Memories of Stuttgart surged forward, unwelcome and sickening. The way he had strutted through that crowd, basking in the terror he had cultivated...

How before he had raided that Gala he decided that a personal need was deserved. The way he had chosen you foreign student, vulnerable, alone because he could.. nothing then a boost to his ego-

He had known what he was doing. He had known you were afraid, 'agreeing' only out of fear. And still, he had gone further.. Something that made his wince and sigh-

As he pushed through the file his stomach dropped with each sentence and his eyes widened-

Loki slammed the TemPad onto the desk, shoving back from the screen as if it had burned him. His chest heaved, nausea curling in his stomach.

"Loki."

Mobius seemingly to have appeared out of nowhere, Loki assuming due to pounding of his heart in his ears to not hear the man- who was currently leaned against the cubicle, arms crossed, gaze steady but unreadable. Compared to Loki's admittedly terrified look.

"You knew."

Mobius didn’t flinch. "Yeah."

Loki’s lip curled in what could only be a twisted snarl, something he hadn't sported in some time "And you hid it from me?"

Mobius sighed, stepping closer to the God. "I didn’t hide it. I just… didn’t tell you."

Loki only lets out a bitter laugh, Closer to a sob then a real laugh tho "Semantics."

Möbius tilted his head with a light shrug. "You weren’t ready."

Loki anger simmered in him as he felt his eyes water "And now I am?"

Morbius studied him for a moment before gesturing to the TemPad. "You found it, didn’t you?"

Loki clenched his jaw. "That doesn’t mean I know what to do with it! A child- MY Child!"

Möbius exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Look, Loki. I knew this was gonna shake you. And yeah, maybe I should’ve told you sooner. But back then? You had enough on your plate trying to figure out who you even are. You were still running from your past, trying to prove you weren’t that guy anymore."

Loki felt his anger seemingly deflate, his body almost crumbling into itself as he felt hisbeyes water further.. turning back to the TemPad, staring at the photo of yohr face, with a shaking hand he pulled the device back to him, now resting it in his lap as he hovered over it like someone would take it from him.

He felt tears run down his cheeks as he didn't even bother to hide it-

"My mother would be so ashamed of me..."

He mumbled softly, unsure why that was the first thing to pass through his lips was this given the gravity of this, but it did?..

He flipped to the next file, And his eyes softened at the picture. More tears falling as he wiped them with the best of his abilities, Reading more as a watery smile went over his lips at the name.

"Dahlia"

"Hold still, baby, I can’t button your coat if you’re wiggling," you sighed, fingers fumbling with the tiny buttons of Dahlia’s blue jacket as she giggled, squirming like an excited puppy.

"Mama" Dahlia huffed wrinkling her nose, her small hands gripping her favorite toy of this week currently a frog with an admittedly fucked up face since it had been from the bargin bin. "I big now!"

You smiled despite yourself, brushing a stray dark curl from her face. "You’ll always be my baby, no matter how big you get."

Dahlia rolled dramatically her bright green eyes- his eyes- but she leaned into your touch anyway. Having recently leaned how to roll her eyes and the meaning- Aka her whole body did a circle movement when she rolled them.

"Goofy"

You chuckled out, Setting her down as she rushed off to you could only hope to get some other random toy, However that was wishful thinking- her dark hair bouncing behind and for a second she looked like him..

Closing your eyes, you exhaled softly, trying to push the memories back. Trying not to think about the few shlrt nights that had changed your life.

You had never really wanted to think too deeply about it all- even at the time had mixed feelings if you even truly wanted that night either or if you were just too terrified to think of what other options you haf. But you had been young, alone in a foreign country, and utterly terrified of thw good before you.

Loki had been everything you had been taught to fear dangerous, unpredictable, cruel.

His desire for power and to rule, as if to establish this he had turned his attention to you, voice dripping with venomous amusement as he issued his demands, every King should have a few stress relieves- Concubine or sorts but lower which is what you had been and had done what he asked. Like a snake that wrapped around you- terrifying, cold, but unique in its own sick way.

Even now, years later, the shame still clung to you. The knowledge that you had been a toy for a god. Even when you closed your eyes you still saw yourself looking up at him as those green eyes stared down at you like some pet- However those would get smothered away.

By Dahlia…

She was yours. Yours to love, to protect, to raise far away from the shadow of the man who had terrorized a city, a world and you.

She didn’t know who he was. She never would, And you were happy with that. However whenever you looked to her, You felt a tinge of worry... Half her blood was of another world-

How long did you have before that would rear it's ugly little head into your life? However that would be for another day, hopefully a lifetime away.

Dahlia ran back to you, as those dark thoughts got washed away by her bright smile. Now adding to the ugly little frog was a equally fucked up horse, Snorting a bit of a laugh. However scooped her up in your arms as you got the house keys.

"Very nice Sweetie, Now come on before we miss the Bus"

[sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people]

HELLO, hope you're having a great day. can I request a loki x daughter reader (age 16) where she has many insecurities and worries and he realizes it and helps her? If this is a hard limit, please ignore it 💘

Here for you // Loki laufeyson x daughter reader

Summary: loki comforts you after finding out your insecure :(

Warnings: insecurities, hating body, being mean to loki (kinda),

Age: 16

🩰˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ♡🎧✧˚.🎀༘⋆+•°+💕*°•+

You frowned as you lifted your shirt up slightly in front of your mirror. Turning to see your side profile. Staring at your stomach.

You thought no boys/girls would ever show interest in you if you looked like this. Although your body was completely normal for your age. Sighing as you felt a tear fall down your cheek.

You continued staring at your body, to which you hated, when your father, loki, suddenly burst through the door. Usually he'd knock and you'd have a second to jump into your bed and put on a fake smile. But you didn't this time.

You took in a sharp breath, whipping around to face him. With his eyebrows scrunched, he tilted his head in confusion as to what you were doing.

"Ww-What are you doing?" He asked as you felt your cheeks turn red. With your head downcast, you felt tears come to your eyes. You backed up slowly until you sat down on your bed.

Your father walked over and sat down next to you. placing his hand over yours in order to comfort you. "What were you doing darling?"

You sniffed before letting out a small sob, loki threw his arms around you as a reflex to this. You continued to sob into his chest for a while. He rocked you back and forth as ran his fingers through your dark wavy hair. Shushing you from time to time.

Eventually you calmed down. Pulling away from your father, you looked at him tearfully. He looked deep into your emerald green eyes before asking the question again.

"What were you doing?" He asked in a soft tone, his asgardian accent ringing in your ears. You took in a deep breath before confessing.

"I...really, hate the way i look." Loki looked surprised at this, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Why?"

"Im afraid that if im too fat I'll never get a partner...and if i dont loose some weight no boy/girl will love me..." you said sadly. Your father again, looked shocked at this.

"Y/n, darling, your not fat, your not even overweight in the slightest...did, someone tell you these lies?"

"No, not really i just...i want boys/girls to like me, and i just, I just dont like the way i look. Its ugly and-"

"I beg your pardon?" Loki interrupted, 'Ugly' he hated that word. "Tell me, why in the world you would think that?"

"I dont know! Okay!?" You shouted, "i dont know why i feel this way! Just go away!" You yelled in frustration. He placed a hand on your shoulder. Remaining calm as your mood switched quickly.

He sighed and pulled you close to him, you again started to sob into him. He pulled away from this gentle touch for a moment to lie down on his back, extending and arm to invite you in.

You rested your head on his chest as he held you close to him as you both continued to stare at the ceiling.

You allowed yourself to drift off in his arms, your chest rising and falling as you slept.

He had a maid draw you a warm bath when you awoke from your deep slumber. He also made you your favorite meal when you got out of the tub.

Over a few weeks, you felt at peace with your body, with your soul, with your mind.

🩰˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ♡🎧✧˚.🎀༘⋆+•°+💕*°•+

A/N: i hope you liked this loveeeeee! P. S, please ignore my inactivity lol

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[mythos-soup]

Loki: Go to your room! 

Narfi: That's not fair! You never send Hel to her room! 

Loki: HEL NEVER LEAVES HER ROOM

[rt8815]

Come Home

Dipping my toes back into writing with my very first Loki x OC fic, though she (Dr. Aspen Junge) only makes a brief appearance at the end of this piece.

It's post-Avengers canon divergent. I'll be jumping around non-chronologically, but perhaps not as much as my Criminal Minds OC fic.

A special thanks to @illegalcerebral for brainstorming names for my OC with me and for being an awesome sounding board ♥️

WC: 1,153

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New York, 2030

Loki mumbled to himself, brow furrowed in concentration. He sat at his desk, sorting through forms and intelligence reports that Stark had sent earlier in the day. Being an Avenger involved a surprising amount of paperwork.

“Daddy?” a tiny voice called out from the study door. There stood Loki’s four year old daughter, her face slightly paled with tiredness.

Setting the papers aside, he opened his arms to her. “Why are you out of bed, lille venn?” he asked when she climbed into his lap.

“Fenny can't sleep,” she explained, handing him the wolf plushie that she had been clutching against her ribs.

“Mmm, and what's troubling him, Astrid?”

“We’re worried about Uncle Thor. Is he okay?”

“Why do you ask, love?”

She pointed at the window, which was getting steadily pelted with rain and sleet.

“His storm sounds sad, Daddy,” she explained, leaning her head against his shoulder. “It’s not loud like usual.”

Loki agreed that it looked rather miserable outside, all drizzly and gray.

“You miss him,” he stated simply, earning a solemn nod in response.

Placing a finger beneath her chin, he tilted her head back, revealing her melancholic face.

“It’s kind of you to be concerned about your Uncle Thor, but this,” he inclined his head toward the rain, “isn’t him. Asgard is too far away for him to influence the weather here.”

“Oh,” came her soft reply.

He brushed a few inky black, wavy locks off her face. “As for missing him...I know it’s hard to wait, but Thor will return soon.”

“How soon?”

“Two sleeps, darling.”

Astrid gazed blankly at the rain, digesting the information. “So...day after tomorrow.”

“Correct.”

She buried herself in her father’s chest with a huff. “I suppose that’s acceptable.”

Loki chuckled, nuzzling her hair.

“All right, back to bed with you,” he ordered as he stood from his chair and carried her down the hall. “We have a busy day ahead of us, and if you aren’t well rested, you’ll be as ornery as a bilgesnipe.”

Kneeling, he gently placed Astrid on her bed, but she sat back up before he could tuck her in. Loki raised his brows at her questioningly.

“Daddy, can we sing “Come Home” for Uncle Thor? Please?” she begged.

Loki hesitated. The song he had written many years ago in a bout of homesickness was meant to be sung by the weary traveler, not those awaiting his return. Moreover, it held very complicated feelings for him. His daughter, however, knew none of that.

Astrid’s hazel eyes rounded and her lower lip jutted out ever so slightly, pulling at Loki’s heartstrings.

Norns, that child had him wrapped around her fingers. He sighed in resignation.

“Very well, but not too loudly. We mustn’t wake your Mother.”

“Okay,” she whispered, waving her hands about, leaving behind a trail of teal sparks. “And you can use your ‘llusions too?”

Loki carefully enveloped Astrid’s hands in his own. “With your help,” he said, smiling when her face lit up.

“Focus,” he instructed. “Think of the object you wish to project. See it in your mind's eye. Do you have it?”

Astrid stared with comical intensity at their joined hands, a little dent forming on her forehead. “Got it,” she announced after a few moments.

“Good, keep concentrating,” he instructed as he opened his hands, prompting her to do the same.

Resting in Astrid's palms was a narrow insect nearly an inch long, with black wings accented by yellow along the edges, and a yellow-red-black target pattern on its head. As Loki watched, the creature unfurled its wings and took off, hovering a few inches in the air.

There the black and yellow underbelly was exposed, the latter of which began glowing at regular intervals.

“It's a lightning bug!” Astrid announced proudly.

“I see! Very well done,” Loki congratulated her.

“Thanks! Your turn, Daddy.”

“I don't know how I could possibly follow that performance, but I shall try.”

Closing his eyes, Loki slowly raised his arms, palms upward. Rich green light emanated from them, spreading throughout the room, replacing the furniture and bookcases with a verdant forest, teeming with wildlife.

A (quietly) roaring waterfall appeared where a lamp stood moments before, the stream it emptied into bubbling alongside Astrid's bed. Above them towered a majestic apple tree, its branches populated with vibrantly colored birds.

“Ready, sweetheart?” he asked, opening his eyes.

“Ready.”

Music softly swelled around them as they began the chorus, altering the tune to that of a lullaby:

Men trærne de danser og fossene stanser

Når hun synger, hun synger “kom hjem”

Men trærne de danser og fossene stanser

When she sings, she sings “come home”

When she sings, she sings “come home”

After a pause, Loki took the lead for the verse, his warm baritone voice settling over the room like a cozy blanket.

I stormsvarte fjell, jeg vandrer alene

Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem

I eplehagen står møyen den vene

Og synger…

Loki gestured to Astrid, inviting her to finish the line.

She looked skyward, her fledgling soprano filling the air as she sweetly sang, “når kommer du hjem?”

They repeated the chorus once more, softly clapping to the beat of the fading music.

Men trærne de danser og fossene stanser

Når hun synger, hun synger “kom hjem”

Men trærne de danser og fossene stanser

When she sings, she sings “come home”

When she sings, she sings “come home”

With a flick of Loki’s wrists, the illusion dissolved and Astrid’s room returned to normal.

“Right, you. Sleepy time,” he said firmly, pressing his index finger to her forehead, prompting her to fall back theatrically onto the pillows.

“Did Uncle Thor hear us, Daddy?”

Loki hummed as he tucked the covers around her.

“What do you think, Astrid?”

The little girl tilted her head, giving it careful consideration.

She nodded decidedly, hugging Fenny closely.

“I know he did.”

Loki smiled, lines crinkling around his eyes.

“That's what I believe too,” he agreed, kissing the top of Astrid's head.

Sleep finally began to win, Astrid’s eyelids drooping heavily.

“God natt, Pappa,” she yawned.

Loki’s chest squeezed hearing her speak in Frigga’s dialect.

He waved his hand once more, casting an illusion of stars and swirling galaxies on the bedroom ceiling.

“God natt, min skatt,” he replied as he closed the door softly.

He walked past the study on his way to the primary suite (the paperwork would keep), pausing outside the bedroom door.

“Heimdall?” he murmured. “Tell Thor a little girl is desperately missing her uncle.”

Creeping quietly, Loki made his way to the bed to slide under the covers and wrap his arm around Aspen.

“Ya big softie,” she mumbled, pointing to the silent video feed on the baby monitor.

Loki chuckled in response. There was no point in denying it.

He pulled her closer and burrowed his face in her hair.

“Only for the two of you.”

...

I headcanon that Asgardian sounds more Icelandic, and Vanir, which I assume Frigga would have spoken as a first language, would more closely resemble Norwegian, since that's the language they used in the Loki series.

Lille venn translates to "little friend," or in the context of a parent speaking to a child, it means "little darling."

God natt means "good night."

Min skatt means "my treasure."

[send-noodles-not-nudes]

Writing Loki and Vincent makes me realize just how much I absolutely need more of them in my life bc frankly Vincent needs character development and fanfic is a great way to do that but also bc dad!Loki is the best thing on the planet

And specifically dad!Loki with an older kid like

Don't get me wrong, baby daddy Loki is wonderful in its own right bc TELL ME this man is not the biggest most anxious wreck with a baby that rapidly turns into falling asleep on the couch holding them bc that's now the only way either of them can sleep

BUT dad!Loki with a kid that can actually talk back and do shit is phenomenal

And dad!Loki realizing he wants to adopt a kid is even better bc in this particular au Loki's never really been around kids until he meets Vincent and he realizes that he?? Would not mind being this kid's dad. At all. Like full on he's about to convert to being a soccer mom for this kid.

Especially bc Vincent is a lot like Loki was when he was a kid bc he's got raging ADHD and a mischievous side and a little bit of magic and wow this is not going to end well for Vincent's parents at all bc now the kid's gonna be encouraged to do dumb shit and get a high five from New Dad™️ when he does

[liviavanrouge]

All Yours

Loki: *Looks down* So take it all

Lilila: *Looks up at him* So take it all,

Loki: *Smiles, holding her with one arm* The city's yours

Lilina: *Looks at the city* The city's mine

Loki: It's worth fighting for

Lilina: *Rests her head on his shoulder* It's worth fighting for,

Loki: *Turns away from the edge, walking across the rooftop* It's all mine

Lilina: *Yawns, falls asleep* It's all mine....

Loki: *Pats her side* It's all yours....

[terry-perry]

Someone broke Hela's trusty coffeemaker. But who?!

Hela: So, who broke it? I'm not mad, I just want to know. ... A.J.: I did! I broke it -- Hela: No, no you didn't. Daisy? Daisy: Don't look at me! Look at Nat! Nat: What?! I didn't break it! Daisy: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? Nat: Because it's sitting right in front of us and broken. Daisy: Suspicious! Nat: No, it's not! Jack: If it matters -- probably not -- but Marcy was the last person to use it. Marcy: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! Jack: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Marcy: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Jack! A.J.: Okay, let's not fight! I broke it. Let me pay for it, Auntie Hela. Hela: No! Who broke it?! .... Nat: Aunt Hela, Daphne's been awfully quiet-- Daphne: REALLY?! Nat: Yeah, really! Daphne: Oh my gods! *a giant argument ensues among the next generation of Avengers while Thor speaks with the adults in the background* Thor: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it.

[lokifantasies]

Date Nights & Guilty Consciences (Loki x Reader & Jade x Secret Date)

Jade goes on a secret date, and Loki knows that she's clearly hiding something. With her guilty conscience on her mind, her date helps to comfort her in telling her father the truth.

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She was ready for her night out – she had been feeling the butterflies from the moment she saw him. He was perfect.

She reminded her of him…it was true what she had been told by her father all those years ago – he was the role model of the type of partner she would end up seeking.

He was right.

Jade put on a long black and white sleeve crop top, some black jeans, and black ankle boots with a heel. She made sure that her makeup was impeccable – not wanting him to see her the way she had looked earlier – covered in sweat and blood, barely able to breathe and walk.

She was still surprised he had asked her out.

And she was more surprised when she made the decision to keep it from her best friend – her father.

“She’s hiding something,” Loki blurted out to you and the two of you sat on the sofa and watched television – the other kids busying themselves.

            “What?” you asked – confused.

“Jade,” he specified, “she’s hiding something from me.”

You sat up from your spot in between his legs and turned around to face him. He’s staring off into space.

“Hey,” you said – getting his attention. His eyes looked sad and worried. “I’m sure she’ll come to you when she’s ready.”

“Remember the last time she hid something from us?” he questioned in an almost whisper.

You looked down. “I do.”

Loki took out his phone and pulled up Life360 to see exactly where his beloved daughter was.

“At least she’s where she says she is,” he said with a bit of relief. “Please talk me out of getting over there to see who she’s with.”

“Loki,” you bluntly said. “If you invade her privacy, she’ll be furious with you. You can’t do that to her. We need to let her make her own decisions and mistakes.”

            Across town, Jade sat the table across from her date, listening to him talk about his life – what he’s been through and how he’s lived. It broke her heart to hear about the things done to him.

            “I’m sorry,” she said quietly – looking into his gorgeous eyes. The pain was still there, but he did a good job at hiding it…another thing that reminds her of her father.

            “Don’t be,” he smiled softly. “I’ve managed to accept it and move on with my life.”

“That’s good,” Jade said, a soft smile on her face – feeling her face begin to turn red.

He chuckled. “Sweetheart, there’s no need to be nervous around me.”

“How can I not be?” Jade nervously chuckled. “This is the first time I’ve gone out with a guy since –,”

“I know,” he interrupted. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through, so I understand if you’re a bit hesitant with this. I just want to do whatever I can to make sure you’re comfortable.”

Jade smiled softly, her blue eyes meeting his. “You’re doing a pretty good job at it.”  She looked down at the table, picking at her nails lightly.

“Something’s wrong,” he stated, causing Jade to let out a sigh.

“I don’t do this,” she told him, looking up. “I don’t…keep things from him.”

“I never said you needed to.”

“Yeah,” Jade agreed, “but if he knew…he’d…I want to think he’d be supportive but…I feel like he’d be upset at the same time…might hurt you or something.”

He chuckled. “You don’t need to worry about me, darling. If you feel like you need to tell him, then do it. I know he worries about you after what happened with he who shall not be named.”

“He does,” she agreed, looking down at her phone. She grabbed it and nervously typed in her passcode, opening up the latest text from her dad.

She smiled upon ready the text. He trusted her to make the right decisions and understood that she needed to feel comfortable to come to him. But she was always comfortable going to him, so why was this so…nerve-wracking? She looked up at her date. “If you end up getting murdered or your ass kicked tomorrow…I’m so sorry.”

He chuckled. “It’d be worth it.”

Letting out a chuckle, she sent her reply to her father – anxiously hitting the send button – knowing there was no going back now. She’d have to keep her word.

[123forgottherest]

I love this so much! I have been reading it again and again over th years. It makes me so happy i love loki and the way you've written him.

THANK YOU SO MUCH

“I already have no pants on-“ “NO!” 😂😂😂

you asked for it @lokislilcaribbeanprincess @iamverity @skydiving-without-a-parachute

domestic dad loki topped with a dollop of fluffy breeding kink yeah that’s a thing

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Two kids.

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Needing to write more dad!Loki for my mental health vs having to get up early in the morning for college and needing to study instead of writing

Life is cruel

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Awww, so cute! 💚💚💚💚💚💚

Because we all love protective dad!Loki... Here, have a small drabble. 😁 The idea just came into my mind and I thought it would be very sweet - and funny. 😊

Ella

"Alright, guys! Are we ready to go?" Tony's voice echoed over the landing place of the Quinjet. He was dressed in his suit, ready for the upcoming mission. When he reached the small group of Avengers, which were going to join him, he started to frown - what nobody else could see, of course. Tony had counted three people, not four. Clint was there, alongside Scott and Peter, but yes... Somebody was missing. The billionaire rolled annoyed his eyes. "Where's Reindeer Games?" Clint shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I didn't see him this morning." The other agreed. "Me too, Mr. Stark." "No idea." An annoyed groan left Tony's lips. "Thumbelina, Spider-Boy, go get him, please. Thank you." With those words he marched to the Quinjet, Clint following him. "Come on, Peter." Scott and Peter made their way back inside the compound and towards the apartment of Loki and Y/N. Scott knocked. Gently at first, but when he got no answer, he banged his fist harder against the door. "Loki?! Where are you?! We are all waiting for-" Lang got cut off, as the door in front of him got ripped open. "Shhh!" Loki hissed at the men in front of him aggressively. He was wearing nothing but grey sweatpants, hanging low on his hips. Loki's raven hair was tugged back behind his ears, revealing his sharp cheekbones and jawline. The reason why he was shirtless? He had cradled Ella - his three-month-old daughter against his chest. The baby girl wore a pink onesie, her chubby legs neatly pressed against her father's ribcage. Ella's small palms rested on Loki's pec's, holding on for dear life, as she slept peacefully. Now and then a few coos left her tiny lips. The God had one hand underneath her bottom, the other was supporting her head - on which were tufts of black, curly hair. Clearly her father's. "Ella has just fallen asleep, after hours of whimpering and crying - and then you two pathetic wannabe insects decide to almost break down the door! What do you want?!" Loki was clearly not amused. Both, Scott and Peter swallowed, didn't expect this to happen. "T-Tony sent us to, uh, look where you are, b-because of the mission-" Loki cut off Scott again, didn't let him finish his sentence. "I don't care about that stupid mission. Y/N didn't sleep properly for the last two nights. She is nurturing our baby and if she wants to continue that, she needs to rest. Meaning, I am on dad duty today - which is, by far more important than rescuing cats from trees. Now if you would excuse me? I have a baby to tend to." Before Scott or Peter could answer anything, the door got slammed (gently) shut in front of their faces.

To hear her father's rather loud voice, ripped Ella almost from her deep slumber, a few soft whines leaving her lips, as she rubbed her cheek against Loki's warm chest, on search for body contact. "Shh, baby girl. Everything's okay... Just two mortals being idiots." He rocked her gently, while making his way back towards the sofa. "Lokes?" A sleepy voice called behind him. The God spun around and saw Y/N standing in the doorway to their bedroom in her cute pyjama, rubbing her eyes. His heart clenched at the sight. Norns, how much he loved that woman. "Everythin' okay? I heard voices..." He quickly walked over to her, nodding. "Of course, darling." Loki pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. "N' Ella? She okay?" "Yes, love. Go back to sleep. I've got her." Y/N smiled tiredly. "Okay." With another kiss - this time on her lips, Loki sent his wife back to bed. Then he settled on the sofa, with his daughter, who was awake again, probably because she heard her mama's voice. He placed the infant on his chest with both hands on her back to steady her and keeping her from falling. "Therefore that mama is back asleep, what are we two going to do now, Princess? Taking a nap as well?" He spoke softly to the baby. Ella looked up at her father, big blue eyes meeting his, sending a wave of love and happiness through the God. Yes... This was the happiest he had ever been.

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#happy anniversary to remembering this actually happened 😘✌️

Loki S2 Anniversary x Episode 5 - “Science/Fiction”

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I love this "Peter is Worthy to lift the Hammer" thing

Because, imagine the same scenario from the avengers movie where everyone tries to lift the hammer, but with Peter in the middle too, even Nat tries and can't, (Steve can't because I don't want to) Peter would probably use all his strength to lift the hammer but it would end up falling on his face because, well, he's worthy, it's light for him

And while he's unconscious on the floor everyone would be freaking out because HOLY FUCK HE'S WORTHY!?

Thor and Loki would be in a dispute to see who adopts him first to be the future heir to the throne of Asgard and Tony would be like "he's already taken"

Thor goes to try to steal Peter but Peter screams when Thor takes him too high and Tony literally jumps off the roof putting on the armor going after them in the damn sky

Peter and Thor play with the hammer and Tony is like "I'm so proud, but if that idiot god tries to steal my son one more time-"

Loki is trying to steal Peter too sometimes, Tony can't stand stopping gods from stealing Peter anymore

Peter is confused as to why 3 such important people are fighting over him

When he really discovered how important it was to be able to lift the axe he fainted, Thor, Loki and Tony went into complete despair

[lokifantasies]

so i've made a decision

because i want reader and loki to have more of a prominent relationship (and i want to write more smut between them tbh), i've decided that jade will get her own series within the series where she can get up to her own mischief and more characters can be introduced in her story.

if you would like to take part in the rp with any of the characters, you can follow them below:

Follow Jade here

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Follow Bucky here

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