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ellilyre · 2 years
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Kuroo would totally help his father adjust correclty his tie, kiss him on the cheek and say "Gotta go. Love you, dad" and then leave for another day of being a smart students and an amazing captain
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imagine-loki · 5 years
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Loki and the Witchling
TITLE: Loki and the Witchling 
CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 63/76
AUTHOR: nekoamamori
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a healer working with the Avengers when Loki comes to join the team
RATING: T (so far) 
NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here
    Loki went to Frigga and kissed her cheek. “Mother, I fear we cannot stay. Duty calls. If you have need of anything, send word,” he told her warmly.
    “I will keep watch. Your Father will wake again. Don’t fear, my son,” she told him kindly and reached up to touch his cheek.
    You stepped over to join them. “I’m sure he will wake soon, Queen Mother,” you told her kindly. She gave you a warm smile and nodded in agreement.
    Loki kissed your cheek. “Come along, darling. We have work to do,” he told you warmly and offered you his arm. You placed your hand lightly on his arm and noted that he carried the staff in his other hand.
    “So, what’s first?” you asked when you were safely out of the healing room.
    He sighed. “First, we must tell the people what has happened,” he told you, and you caught the edge of nerves in his tone. You squeezed his arm.
    “You’ll be fine, Loki. You’ve trained for this your entire life,” you reminded him.
    “Darling, I don’t think think you quite appreciate just how poorly it went the last time I was on the throne,” he told you dryly. Really, it had gone terribly.
    You rolled your eyes. “I’ve heard the story, Lo. From you and Thor both. Things have changed. You’ve changed since then. And I’ll be by your side. We’ll do this together,”
    He relaxed and kissed the top of your head. “I love you, my darling,” he told you warmly.
    You stood up on your toes to kiss him. “And I love you, my king. Now let’s go tell the people what’s going on.” You used magic and donned court clothes, including your tiara. Loki did the same, donning his ceremonial clothes and helmet. The guards opened the double-doors to the throne room and you and Loki stepped through. Your hand remained on his arm as you walked together past the gathered. You felt the shock of the crowd as you walked up the steps toward the throne. Loki turned to you, kissed your cheek, and took the last steps up to the throne alone. You took your spot standing in Frigga’s usual place, just below the throne. Stupid patriarchal society didn’t have two thrones, or equality, but that was a problem for another day.
    You saw Sif and the Warriors Three at the foot of the stairs to the throne itself, staring in shock and hoped that Thor’s stupid warrior friends wouldn’t do anything dumb today.
    Loki stood in front of the throne and turned to the assembled court. He banged the staff once against the floor, the noise making a loud echoing noise through the giant chamber. “Father has fallen into the Odinsleep. We do not know when he will wake.” He announced to the crowd. You knew that his use of the word ‘father’ here wasn’t sentiment, but calculated to remind the court that his claim to the throne was legitimate. “In Thor’s absence, the responsibility for Asgard and her people falls to me,”
    The crowd was shocked and confused. So you helped them stop being stupid. You turned to Loki and dipped a low curtsy. Sif and the Warriors Three followed your lead, dropping to one knee and bowing, their right fists over their hearts. You could have sighed in relief that they were being reasonable and doing the right thing. Even if they didn’t trust Loki entirely, they trusted the crown as a whole and knew that Frigga and Thor wouldn’t have agreed to this if it weren’t the best course of action. The court feather-heads finally remembered what they were supposed to do at such announcements. They all bowed and curtsied and a chorus of ‘my king’ rang through the hall. You looked up and saw Loki’s quick glance of gratitude.
    Loki banged the staff again and the court rose and the long boring task of listening to petitions began. It was really long and really boring and you could see the dull questions grating on his temper. Around lunch, you had your chance and moved from your place and up to the throne and your Loki. He looked up at you with an indulgent smile as you leaned down to kiss his cheek. “Yes, my darling?” he asked you warmly.
    “My King, I know duty to our people calls, but you mustn’t forget to eat, and surely the court should not skip lunch either,” you reminded him warmly, giving him as escape.
    He gave you a warm smile and stood to kiss you in front of the entire court. “My Lady Healer is correct,” he reminded the court that healers were over-protective about the well-being of their charges. You were giving him a great excuse to get out of here and he appreciated it. “Petitions to the throne will continue tomorrow,” he announced to the court and with that, you could escape the throne room.
    Loki sagged the second you were safely away from the court. You wrapped your arms around him. “Thanks for saving me, Sig,” he told you with a warm smile and kissed the top of your head.
    “You did great, Loki, and I told you, we’re in this together,” you reminded him. “Now, let’s go find something to eat,”
    *
    The next morning, you took over Frigga’s duties at head healer in the healing wing. You were nervous doing it, but they needed a leader and with Frigga busy, you were the strongest healer in the palace. You were also technically a member of the royal family, though you weren’t married to Loki yet. “You’ll do fine, Sig,” Loki told you warmly as you ate breakfast with the court that morning.
    “I don’t know how to lead anyone,” you whined, realizing that it wasn’t that long ago that you were a shy ghost of a foster-kid. There was no way you were supposed to lead anyone.
    Loki chuckled and kissed your cheek. “You’re a natural, love. The healers already respect you for your skills. You’re the strongest healer in the palace, a princess of Asgard, and my queen. You’ll be fine, my Sigyn,” he told you more firmly and kissed you again.
    You left breakfast together and kissed goodbye when you had to separate to your tasks for the day. You kissed Loki deeply, him wearing his golden horned helmet and you in your tiara. It would have made a lovely picture.
    “Be brave, my darling. You can handle this,” Loki told you warmly.
    “You as well, my king,” you teased. He huffed and rolled his eyes at you. With that and you both relaxed and set off to your respective tasks.
    You steeled your spine and stepped into the healing wing, trying to look more confident than you felt. The healers all looked up at you as you entered the healing wing. “The Allmother is currently unable to attend her duties as head healer,” they all looked concerned at your words, looked between each other to try to figure out what to do. “I will be taking over that responsibility in her stead,”
    *
    You sent illusions to check on Loki throughout the day, knowing he was still nervous, and caught him doing the same. It was adorable of him to worry over you. “I’m fine, Lo,” you told him when you caught him at it. The illusion smirked and vanished. He grinned over at one of your illusions when he caught you at sending them to check on him.
    /I appreciate the concern, Sig/
    /Love you too/ you replied. You were getting better at telepathy with practice, but only practiced with him. Telepathy was one of those powers that could go terribly wrong.
    *
    On top of your duties in the healing wing and helping Loki keep his temper dealing with feather-brained petitioners you had to start working on wedding preparations. It was awful and you hated every moment of it.
    You teleported into the throne room one morning while Loki was between petitioners. “Pardon the interruption,” you told the court who offered you the proper bows and curtsies due your station. “Loki~ can you sign this for me?” you asked and handed him a piece of parchment and a feather quill.
    He raised an eyebrow. “What are you up to, Sig?” he asked and scanned the page, while the court, used to the antics of the two of you by now, was watching on amused by Loki indulging his tiny adorable healer of a lady. They had come to respect Loki’s work. He had a mind for politics and negotiations and when he was focused on helping the people instead of destroying Jotunheim, he was a good king. So they indulged his adorable side when it came to you.
    “Darling, you’re the mischievous one, not me,” you reminded him when he scanned the document too long.
    “That doesn’t mean I’m signing a strange proclamation without reading it, my love,” he reminded you with a warm smile.
    “I wrote up a declaration so our friends on Midgard will be allowed to attend our wedding, even after your Father wakes from the Odinsleep,” you explained. You’d been pouring over law books in your free time to make sure that any declarations that Loki signed while he was temporarily king would still be binding when Odin woke and reclaimed his throne, and had written your declaration carefully so it would be.
    Loki smiled up at you, impressed with your work before he signed the declaration with a flourish. He handed the parchment back to you. “Well written, darling,” he praised. You leaned down and kissed his cheek.
    “Thank you, love,” you told him warmly.
    “Anything for you, my darling,” he kissed you again in front of the court. You apologized again to the court and vanished back to your own duties, glad your friends would be able to attend your wedding.
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lolethlovesbangtan · 7 years
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Tea Party
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Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Word Count: 1,434
Summary: Kim Taehyung is the class clown who you’ve really never had time for, but when your parents invite his over for dinner, you find yourself getting to know him in a way you’d never anticipated.
You were not particularly fond of Kim Taehyung.
This, you had previously thought, was apparent from your lack of interest in the frequent conversations about him that your friends found such joy in having, the look of annoyance you gave him when he spoke up in class (class clowns were really not your thing, it seemed) and the face you pulled when your parents told you that he and his parents would be coming round for dinner tonight.
“What?!” you exclaimed, admittedly a little too loudly. “Why?! How?!”.
“They’re coming to have dinner with us,” your mum answered casually, lighting a candle on the dinner table and stepping back to admire her fancy placing of the plates, cutlery and glasses. “Because they’re our friends,” she went on, raising an eyebrow at you whilst you just folded your arms. “And, I’m not sure. Maybe by car”.
“Tae Tae’s coming?!”. Your little sister skipped out from goodness knows where, her toothless smile huge and her big eyes bright at the news. She squealed with an opposing amount of happiness to yours, looking up at you as though you were supposed to be sharing in the feelings.
“You don’t have to talk to Taehyung if you don’t want to,” your Dad offered, and you told yourself to relax – he’d be here but he wouldn’t really be here with you, and it would all be over in a few hours anyway.
A few hours later, they were still here.
Your parents and his seemed to enjoy talking and laughing at really loud volumes, so you’d excused yourself as it became clear that they were in their own world.
You first went to the fridge to get a bottle of water, and you drummed your fingernails on the kitchen counter for a moment, thinking about Taehyung, despite yourself.
He wasn’t being annoying tonight – he made jokes during dinner, but they were… funny? After a while, it had become impossible to keep the straight face you were sporting on display, so you let go a little. There had been surprise in his brown eyes when he noticed you laughing once.
He’s acting like the kind of person I’d have a massive crush on, you thought honestly, sighing deeply as you thought back to the way he’d interacted with your little sister. First, he’d complimented her on her cute dress, pretending to be awe-struck when he saw her, which made you giggle when you saw the excitement on her face. Then, he’d made sure to talk to her during dinner, asking her about school and also about her hobbies, which she’d delighted in sharing with everyone.
Now, he was in the living room playing tea parties with her.
Curiosity got the better of you, and you went to see.
Peeking your head around the door, you almost gave yourself away by laughing out loud.
Your sister had taken the opportunity to play dress up, too. Kim Taehyung had a red cape flowing down his back as he sat next to your sister at the tiny table on the floor, his long legs looking completely uncomfortable despite his constant smile.
“Am I ready to go to the tea party yet?” he asked in his usual deep voice. They were new words from him, to say the least.
“Not yet,” your sister told him, all business. She rummaged through her box of outfits and accessories, eventually finding a king-like crown that she excitedly placed on top of his head. He made a show of it, acting as though it was some sort of ceremony, and then he stood up, taking on a proud stance.
“I,” he shouted, his deep voice made even deeper by his impression. You smiled when you saw how much your sister was enjoying it. “Am King Taehyung!”.
You shook your head at his antics, but even you had to let out a little laugh, at which he and your sister turned to see you.
“Y/N,” he mumbled, sitting back down immediately, a red tinge to his cheeks.
“Don’t stop on my account,” you told him, wondering if he would take it as a joke (which was new between the two of you) or just you being sarcastic and stand-offish, as you always were with him at school.
He looked a little surprised, but he smiled.
“Y/N!” your sister said. “Wanna have a tea party with us?”. King Taehyung was back to playing it cool, not making eye contact with you as you contemplated the invitation.
“Okay,” you agreed after a moment. “Who do I get to go as? A witch?”. You pulled a face at her, which made her giggle. “A fairy, maybe?”.
“The Queen!” she exclaimed, as though it were obvious. “You and King Taehyung are married and love each other very much”.
You paused, your cheeks turning red. It was a mistake to look at Taehyung, for he was looking back at you with the same uncertainty, biting his lip and widening his eyes. You noticed the handsomeness in his face then. You thought, subconsciously, that he really could have been a king.
Your sister took your hand and led you over to the dressing up box. She found you a matching red cape. You fastened it around your shoulders, suggesting going as a superhero instead. She ignored you, finding a matching crown and gesturing for you to bend down.
You did so, and as she placed it on your head, Taehyung made trumpet music with his mouth that made you both laugh.
“Introducing,” he said, his voice amplified as he cupped his hands around his mouth. “Queen Y/N!”.
You curtseyed clumsily, which Taehyung found kind of cute, and gave a formal wave in every direction of the room, your smile now as bright as his.
Once your sister had found herself an outfit that consisted of a pirate hat, fairy wings and slippers, you had all sat down to tea, Taehyung and yourself facing each other. Your eyes met fleetingly throughout the whole thing, and you realised that after this, your looks of annoyance towards him at school would be much less frequent. In fact, you were sure they would be replaced by looks of curiosity that your friends would no doubt question.
“Could you please pass me a biscuit?” Taehyung asked in a fancy voice.
“We don’t have biscuits,” your little sister replied in a no-nonsense way. “There are only cakes and scones”. You laughed quietly from where you sat, and Taehyung met your gaze and laughed with you, his smile brilliant.
“Then I’ll have whatever you suggest”.
“And I’ll have another cup of tea, if you don’t mind,” you said, your voice equally fancy. “It’s quite delicious”.
Taehyung stared at you in wonder – you’d known each other for a long time, but for some reason, it seemed to him that you disliked him. He supposed it was just that you didn’t find him all that funny like most people did, or maybe he had done something to personally offend you. Either way, he liked you. You were pretty and smart and different. It turned out that you were funny, too, which he had found out tonight.
You looked at him again, eyes sparkling, and he almost frowned – maybe he’d been imagining the annoyed looks you gave him in class.
“Oh!” your sister randomly shouted. “I need to go to the bathroom. Please excuse me!”. She shot up and left as quickly as she could, leaving the two of you laughing in her absence.
“She’s amazing,” Taehyung said, fiddling with the crown on his head. “You’re a good big sister”.
His random compliment disarmed you temporarily, but you cleared your throat and calmly thanked him.
A moment of silence passed, and you felt yourself awaiting your sister’s return.
“So…” Taehyung, on the other hand, wanted to talk. A look of confusion took over his features. “What did I do tonight to get you to finally talk to me?”. You scoffed, surprised at his question.
“Whatever do you mean?” you replied, still pretending to be a Queen. He looked at you with slight seriousness, and he licked his lower lip before he spoke.
“At school… it’s like you hate me or something”.
“I don’t hate you,” you told him honestly, dropping the act completely. You played with the cape, not sure what to say. “I just… didn’t realise you were this…”.
“This?…”.
“This… nice,” you decided, and he rolled his eyes at you, despite the fact that he was laughing. You felt yourself blushing but ignored it as your sister came back.
“This makes us friends now,” he whispered to you, and you froze. His eyes never wavered from yours. “I mean, we’re married and we love each other - very much - so ‘friends’ is the least we can do”. Shaking your head, you laughed with him.
“Okay”. You raised your teacup as though to make a toast. “Friends,” you agreed, giggling at the way the word made his face light up, as if it was all he really wanted.
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