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Of Chaos and Quiet Moments Masterlist

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Chapters (Chronological):

Chapter 2: Before the Storm (Loki's Sentencing) Chapter 6: Doctor's Orders Chapter 5: A Lesson in Trickery Chapter 3: Midnight Mischief Chapter 1: The Golden Arrival Chapter 4: Meeting the In-Law

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Of Chaos and Quiet Moments

Title: Doctor's Orders

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Timeline: Shortly after Loki's sentencing.

Thor’s voice echoed through the house, rattling the walls as if the thunder itself had descended into Jane Foster’s modest living room. He paced back and forth, his towering frame casting long shadows against the evening light filtering in through the windows.

“Loki, enough is enough!” Thor bellowed, his deep baritone carrying both frustration and exasperation.

Loki, reclining lazily on the couch, appeared completely unfazed. His legs were crossed, one ankle resting on his knee, and a polished green apple hovered between his fingers, suspended midair by a faint flicker of golden magic. He spun it absentmindedly, his emerald gaze focused more on the fruit than on his brother’s righteous fury.

“I fail to see what the issue is,” Loki drawled, his voice dripping with mock innocence.

Jane, seated at the dining table with her laptop open but clearly forgotten, threw her hands in the air. “The issue, Loki, is that you’re impossible to work with! Do you have any idea how many people I had to call after the soup kitchen fiasco?”

Loki’s lips curved into a mischievous smirk. “I’ve told you before, mortal, it was a mere grease fire. Hardly my fault that their equipment wasn’t up to standard.”

“Grease fire?” Thor barked, stopping mid-step to glare at his brother. “You turned the entire kitchen into an inferno! They’re still cleaning soot off the ceiling!”

Jane rubbed her temples, muttering under her breath, “And replacing half their pans...”

“And then there’s the dog park,” Thor continued, his tone growing darker. “What in the Nine Realms possessed you to bring an elephant to a dog park?”

Loki’s grin widened. “Admit it, brother. It was rather amusing.”

Thor’s nostrils flared as he stepped closer, looming over Loki like an impending storm. “Amusing? Amusing? The poor beast trampled half the park benches and terrified every dog in sight!”

Loki shrugged, utterly unrepentant. “It was a lesson in adaptability for those pampered Midgardian pets. You should thank me.”

“Thank you?” Jane cut in, her voice rising in pitch as she stood up and approached the two brothers. “Loki, the city’s animal control had to tranquilize the elephant in broad daylight. Do you know how much paperwork that caused? And let’s not even talk about the chihuahua incident—”

Thor groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “And those are just the minor incidents. What about the library debacle?”

“Ah,” Loki interjected, finally looking up from his apple with a gleam of pride. “That was a masterpiece. A simple enchantment, and poof! The books sorted themselves. It’s not my fault the mortals couldn’t handle the reorganization.”

“You made the books levitate, Loki!” Jane exclaimed, throwing up her hands. “One woman fainted, and another filed a police report because she thought the library was haunted!”

Thor pinched the bridge of his nose, visibly trying to compose himself. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter but no less firm. “Loki, this is serious. Your community service is not just a punishment—it’s a chance to make amends. But every organization we’ve sent you to has refused to take you back. If you don’t fulfill these hours, Father will have no choice but to intervene.”

At the mention of Odin, Loki’s expression flickered. For the briefest moment, his smirk faltered, replaced by a shadow of something heavier. But it was gone just as quickly, and he resumed his air of indifference.

“Very well,” Loki said with a sigh, tossing the apple into the air and catching it deftly. “Where, pray tell, do you intend to send me next? A preschool? A landfill? Perhaps I should clean your mortal sewers.”

Jane exchanged a glance with Thor, then crossed her arms. “Actually, I have a friend who’s willing to give you a chance. She works at Starlight General Hospital.”

“Hospital?” Loki repeated, his voice laced with disdain. “You expect me to play nursemaid to the sick and injured?”

Jane’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Not just any patients. Children.”

Loki’s eyes widened, and for the first time in the conversation, he looked genuinely horrified.

The sleek black car pulled up to the entrance of Starlight General Hospital, its polished surface gleaming under the mid-morning sun. Thor, seated in the driver’s seat with a grin as wide as the Bifrost bridge, turned to his begrudging passenger.

“Come on, brother,” Thor said cheerfully, slapping Loki on the shoulder with a force that jolted the smaller man forward. “It���s time for you to face your destiny.”

Loki, seated in the passenger seat with his arms crossed and a scowl etched across his face, stared out at the cheerful hospital façade. A brightly colored sign over the glass doors read “Pediatric Wing: Where Healing Meets Happiness!” and was adorned with cartoon drawings of smiling animals. The sight alone made Loki recoil.

“I refuse,” he said flatly, his emerald gaze narrowing. “Surely there is a more suitable punishment. Perhaps scrubbing the streets of New York or restoring those blasted park benches you’re so fond of mentioning.”

Thor leaned back in his seat, savoring Loki’s discomfort. “You’ve run out of options, brother. Every organization has refused to take you back. This hospital is your last chance. Unless, of course, you’d like to explain your failure to Father.”

At the mention of Odin, Loki’s jaw tightened. He turned to glare at Thor, his expression dark and venomous. “You will pay for this indignity,” he growled, stepping out of the car with the grace of a man marching to his own execution.

Thor followed, his booming laughter echoing across the parking lot. “Come now, brother! This will be good for you. And besides, how much trouble could you possibly cause in a hospital?”

Loki’s lips curved into a smirk as he walked ahead, his cape billowing dramatically behind him. “You underestimate me, Thor. That’s always been your weakness.”

Inside, the hospital lobby was a flurry of activity. Nurses wheeled patients past the reception desk, doctors hurried through the halls with clipboards, and the faint beeping of monitors mingled with the chatter of visitors.

Loki wrinkled his nose, already unimpressed by the sterile environment. His sharp eyes scanned the room until they landed on a figure dressed in bright pink scrubs that offended his aesthetic sensibilities.

The woman turned, revealing a clipboard tucked under one arm and a coffee cup in the other. Her scrubs were covered in cartoon kittens, and her name tag read: Dr. (Y/N) (L/N), Head of Pediatric Surgery.

She spotted Thor and broke into a warm smile. “Thor! You made it!”

Thor stepped forward, enveloping her in a bear hug that lifted her off the ground. She laughed, playfully swatting his arm when he set her down. “Easy, Thunder God. Some of us aren’t indestructible.”

Thor chuckled. “Dr. (L/N), this is my brother, Loki.”

Loki stepped forward, his posture stiff and his expression unreadable. “Charmed, I’m sure,” he said coolly, though his tone suggested anything but.

Dr. (L/N) raised an eyebrow, giving him a once-over. “So, you’re the infamous Loki. of Asgard”

“Infamous?” Loki repeated, feigning offense. “Surely you’ve heard of my glorious exploits. They’ve been somewhat exaggerated, I assure you.”

She smiled sweetly, though there was a spark of steel in her gaze. “Well, Mr. Infamous, let’s lay down some ground rules. No mischief. No tricks. And absolutely no causing trouble for my kids.”

“Your...kids?” Loki echoed, his brows furrowing.

Dr. (L/N) gestured toward a set of double doors painted with whimsical animals. “The pediatric ward. Those kids are my world. If you disrupt their peace, you’ll have me to answer to.”

Thor let out a low whistle. “Careful, brother. You’re in the presence of a true warrior.”

Loki’s smirk returned, but there was a flicker of something else in his expression—curiosity, perhaps. “I shall endeavor to restrain myself,” he said smoothly, though the glint in his eye suggested otherwise.

Dr. (L/N) led them through the hospital, giving Loki a brisk tour of the facility. She pointed out the nurses’ station, the playroom filled with toys and games, and the cafeteria where he could find snacks if he behaved.

“And this,” she said, stopping outside a brightly decorated room, “is where you’ll start.”

Loki raised an eyebrow, peering inside. The room was filled with posters of superheroes, stacks of comic books, and a collection of plush animals. In the center of the room was a hospital bed, occupied by a boy of about eleven.

The boy looked up as they entered, his face lighting up with excitement. “Is that Thor?” he asked, his voice high-pitched with awe.

Thor chuckled, stepping forward to ruffle the boy’s hair. “Indeed, young one. And I’ve brought someone else for you to meet.”

The boy’s eyes shifted to Loki, widening. “Who’s that?”

Loki stepped closer, his gaze flicking between the boy and Dr. (L/N). “I am Loki,” he said, his voice smooth and commanding. “God of Mischief.”

The boy’s jaw dropped. “No way! Are you a superhero too?”

Loki scoffed, but Dr. (L/N) interrupted before he could reply. “Loki’s here to help you out, Dylan. He’s going to make sure you have everything you need today.”

Dylan beamed. “Really? That’s so cool!”

Loki turned to Dr. (L/N), his expression a mix of irritation and disbelief. “You expect me to play servant to a mortal child?”

She crossed her arms, meeting his gaze with unwavering determination. “That’s exactly what I expect. Consider it your first lesson in humility.”

Thor clapped Loki on the back. “Good luck, brother. Try not to disappoint the lad.”

And with that, Thor strode out, leaving Loki alone with Dylan and the formidable Dr. (L/N).

Loki stared at Dylan, his sharp features betraying no emotion, though a storm of irritation brewed beneath the surface. He could scarcely believe the indignity of being assigned to "assist" a mortal child, no less one so infuriatingly cheerful.

The boy, oblivious to Loki’s disdain, grinned ear to ear. “So, what kind of powers do you have? Can you fly? Can you shoot lasers out of your eyes?”

Loki blinked, caught off guard by the boy’s enthusiastic questions. “I am not some circus performer,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I wield magic far beyond your comprehension.”

Dr. (L/N), standing just behind him, cleared her throat loudly. “Loki,” she said, her tone sharp enough to cut through steel, “remember what we talked about—kindness and patience.”

Loki glanced over his shoulder, his lips curling into a mock smile. “Ah, yes. Patience. My favorite virtue.”

Dylan giggled, clearly amused. “Can you show me some magic? Please? I promise I won’t tell anyone!”

The boy’s excitement was so genuine, so infectious, that even Loki found himself considering the request. With a dramatic sigh, he raised one hand, allowing a shimmering green orb to form in his palm. It flickered and danced like firelight, casting soft shadows across the room.

Dylan gasped, his eyes wide with wonder. “That’s amazing! Can you do more?”

Before Loki could respond, Dr. (L/N) stepped forward, placing a firm hand on his arm. “No tricks that could scare or hurt him,” she said, her voice low but commanding. “These kids have been through enough.”

Loki tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “I am perfectly capable of entertaining a child without traumatizing him,” he said, though his tone suggested he didn’t appreciate the insinuation.

Dr. (L/N) smiled sweetly, but her eyes were sharp. “Good. Then I’ll leave you to it.”

She turned to Dylan, her demeanor softening instantly. “If Loki gives you any trouble, just press the call button, okay?”

Dylan nodded eagerly. “Got it, Dr. (L/N). Thanks!”

As she left the room, Loki couldn’t help but watch her go. There was something about her—the way she carried herself, the way she looked at him without fear or reverence—that intrigued him. He shook his head, forcing the thought aside.

“Okay, Mr. Loki,” Dylan said, breaking the silence. “What else can you do?”

Loki raised an eyebrow at the boy’s audacity. “Do you presume to give me orders?”

Dylan shrugged, unfazed. “You’re supposed to help me, right? So, help me not be bored.”

Loki sighed, muttering something in Asgardian under his breath. With a flick of his wrist, he conjured a small illusion—a flock of shimmering golden birds that flitted around the room, their wings leaving trails of light.

Dylan clapped his hands, laughing in delight. “This is so cool! Can I keep one?”

“They’re not real, you foolish child,” Loki said, though there was no real malice in his tone. “They’re illusions, meant only to entertain.”

Dylan frowned for a moment, then brightened. “Can you make them do tricks?”

Loki hesitated, glancing at the boy’s eager face. With another sigh, he wove his magic, commanding the birds to form intricate patterns in the air—circles, spirals, even the shape of a dragon.

For the next several minutes, Dylan watched in awe, his laughter filling the room. Despite himself, Loki felt a flicker of satisfaction. Perhaps this task wasn’t entirely without merit.

Just as Loki began to relax, the door swung open, and Dr. (L/N) stepped back inside. She froze, her eyes narrowing as she took in the glowing birds.

“Loki,” she said slowly, “what are you doing?”

“Entertaining the boy,” Loki replied innocently, dispelling the illusion with a casual wave of his hand. “Is that not what you assigned me to do?”

Dr. (L/N) crossed her arms, clearly unimpressed. “No magic unless it’s absolutely necessary. Hospital policy.”

Loki smirked. “Ah, but you never specified that earlier. Shall I add ‘mind-reading’ to my impressive list of abilities?”

Dylan stifled a laugh, earning a glare from Dr. (L/N). She stepped closer to Loki, her voice dropping to a whisper. “This is a hospital, not a stage. If you can’t follow the rules, you’re free to leave. I’m sure Thor would love to hear about your inability to cooperate.”

The mention of Thor made Loki bristle, but he forced a smile. “Very well, Doctor. Your rules are my command.”

Dr. (L/N) arched an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Good. Then maybe you can help Dylan with his reading assignment instead.”

“Reading assignment?” Loki repeated, his voice dripping with disdain.

Dylan held up a thin book titled Adventures in Space. “It’s my homework. I have to read a chapter and answer questions.”

Loki stared at the book as if it were a venomous snake. “Surely you jest.”

Dr. (L/N) smirked, clearly enjoying his discomfort. “Welcome to the real world, Loki. Have fun.”

With that, she left the room, leaving Loki alone with Dylan and the dreaded reading assignment.

Loki stared at the small book in Dylan’s hands as if it were an affront to his very existence. He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering to himself. “Of all the indignities I have suffered, this must be the gravest.”

“It’s not that bad,” Dylan said, grinning. He opened the book and flipped to the marked chapter. “I mean, it’s about space. You like space, right?”

“Space is not a subject, child—it is an infinite expanse of wonder and chaos. Hardly something to be trivialized in...” Loki snatched the book from Dylan, examining the cartoonish illustrations. “This.”

Dylan giggled, clearly amused by Loki’s dramatics. “Come on, Mr. Loki. It’s only one chapter.”

Reluctantly, Loki sat down on the chair beside Dylan’s bed. He scanned the first page, his expression growing more incredulous with every sentence.

“In the vastness of space, Captain Zoom piloted his trusty rocket ship toward the glowing nebula…” Loki read aloud, his voice dripping with disdain. He lowered the book and gave Dylan a look of sheer disbelief. “This is the drivel they force upon you?”

Dylan shrugged. “It’s for school. I think it’s kinda fun.”

Loki rolled his eyes but continued reading, his voice taking on a sarcastic flair. “‘With his loyal robot companion Beep at his side, Captain Zoom prepared to rescue the alien queen from the clutches of the evil Star Lord.’” He paused, his lips curling into a smirk. “Star Lord? Truly, your Midgardian literature knows no bounds of absurdity.”

Dylan burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. “You’re funny, Mr. Loki!”

Loki arched a brow, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I do not strive to amuse, boy. This is merely my natural state.”

Once the reading was finished, Dylan picked up a pencil and opened his workbook. “Okay, now we have to answer the questions.”

“We?” Loki repeated, his tone filled with indignation.

Dylan grinned. “You’re helping me, remember? It’s part of your volunteer job.”

Loki sighed dramatically but leaned over to glance at the workbook. The first question read: What was Captain Zoom’s mission in this chapter?

“Rescuing the alien queen,” Dylan said, scribbling down the answer. He looked up at Loki. “See? Easy!”

Loki snorted. “Your educational system sets a disturbingly low bar.”

The second question read: Why did Captain Zoom trust his robot companion Beep?

Dylan tapped the pencil against his chin. “Um… because Beep was programmed to help him?”

Loki leaned back, folding his arms. “How unimaginative. A truly great ally is forged through bonds of loyalty, not mere programming.”

Dylan frowned, erasing his answer. “What should I put, then?”

“Write this,” Loki said, his voice authoritative. “Captain Zoom trusted Beep because true loyalty is demonstrated through unwavering actions, even in the face of great peril.”

Dylan dutifully wrote down the sentence, then looked up at Loki with wide eyes. “You’re really smart, Mr. Loki.”

“Yes, I am,” Loki said, his smirk widening.

As Loki finished helping Dylan with his homework, the door opened, and Dr. (L/N) stepped in. Her eyes immediately went to the workbook.

“Homework duty done already?” she teased, walking over to inspect their progress.

“It is an utter waste of time,” Loki said, rising to his full height. “This boy should be learning something of value, not reading tales of fictitious space captains.”

Dr. (L/N) tilted her head, clearly unimpressed. “And what would you suggest, Loki? Teaching him how to conjure snakes or make people disappear?”

Loki smirked, stepping closer. “I could teach him to see through illusions, to question the falsehoods presented to him. Surely that would be a more valuable skill.”

Dr. (L/N) crossed her arms, meeting his gaze without flinching. “Or maybe we should let him enjoy being a kid while he still can. These stories might not be your idea of profound, but they give him hope and joy—something he desperately needs right now.”

Her words struck a nerve, though Loki refused to show it. He glanced back at Dylan, who was watching them with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

“I suppose,” Loki said slowly, “there is some merit in allowing the boy his distractions.”

Dr. (L/N) blinked, surprised by his concession. “Well, that’s... unexpected.”

Loki smirked. “Do not mistake my acquiescence for agreement, Doctor. I merely find arguing with you to be… tiresome.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

Loki found himself loitering in the hospital’s staff break room, a space he had declared “unfit for anyone with even a modicum of taste.” It was a sterile room with plain white walls, mismatched chairs, and the faint aroma of burnt coffee.

Dr. (L/N) stood by the counter, pouring herself a cup from the offending coffee pot. She turned, her eyes catching Loki’s as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression one of idle amusement.

“Lurking again, I see,” she said lightly, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Merely observing,” Loki corrected, his tone dripping with faux innocence. “You Midgardians are endlessly fascinating. Tell me, is that what you call coffee?”

She raised an eyebrow, unperturbed by his sarcasm. “It gets the job done.”

He stepped closer, his boots making an irritatingly soft sound on the linoleum floor. “Does it, though? Or do you simply endure it because you’ve convinced yourself it’s the best you can manage?”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Do you ever stop?”

“Rarely,” he said, his voice low and smooth.

The way he looked at her then was different—less playful, more intense. Her pulse quickened as his piercing green eyes swept over her, taking in the tired lines of her face, the faint smudge of ink on her wrist where she’d made notes in haste earlier.

“And what about you, Doctor?” he asked, his voice softening, almost a purr. “Do you always settle for mediocrity?”

She didn’t step back, though he was close enough now that she could feel the faint warmth radiating from him. “I don’t settle for anything, Loki.”

“Bold claim,” he said, his smirk returning, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “But I wonder—are you always so controlled? So perfectly in command of every situation?”

Her jaw tightened, but she held his gaze. “Why don’t you tell me what this is really about? Or do you just enjoy hearing yourself talk?”

Loki let out a low chuckle, stepping even closer. He was invading her space now, and they both knew it.

“Perhaps I do,” he admitted, his voice a murmur. “But perhaps I also enjoy seeing you flustered, Doctor.”

“I’m not flustered,” she said, though the slight hitch in her voice betrayed her.

“Oh, but you are,” he said, leaning just slightly into her space. “Your heart is racing, your breathing has quickened. Shall I go on?”

Her lips parted, but no retort came. For a moment, she was acutely aware of how near he was, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the burnt coffee aroma. She hated how much she noticed, how much she cared.

But then she smiled—a small, knowing smile that made Loki pause. “You know, for someone so clever, you’re remarkably predictable.”

That threw him off balance. “Predictable?”

“Yes,” she said, stepping around him to refill her coffee. “You think you’re mysterious, but really, you’re just lonely.”

The words hit like a dagger, and for a split second, his mask slipped.

“What would you know of it?” he asked, his tone sharper now.

She turned, meeting his gaze again. “More than you think.”

There was no malice in her voice, only quiet understanding. And that, somehow, made it worse.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them crackled with tension—part challenge, part something neither of them dared to name.

Finally, she broke the silence. “If you’re done trying to get under my skin, we have a patient waiting. Unless, of course, you’d rather sulk.”

He smirked, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Lead the way, Doctor. I wouldn’t dream of keeping your adoring public waiting.”

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Of Chaos and Quiet Moments

Title: A Lesson in Trickery

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Timeline: Four years before Present Day Asgard.

The faint shimmer of golden sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the cozy living room. Loki stood near a small, cleared area, his long fingers deftly arranging a few simple objects on the rug: a feather, a crystal orb, and a tiny candle. This was no ordinary setup—it was a makeshift classroom for his eldest son, Liam.

"Are you ready, my little sorcerer?" Loki asked, his voice a mix of playfulness and gravitas.

Liam, with his dark hair tousled and his bright green eyes practically glowing with excitement, nodded vigorously. “Yes, Papa! Show me the magic!”

Loki chuckled, his chest swelling with pride. “Patience, my boy. The first lesson of magic is control. Chaos is easy; precision is an art.”

Liam tilted his head, his small fingers twitching in anticipation. “But chaos sounds fun.”

“Spoken like a true Laufeyson,” Loki said, smirking as he knelt down to Liam’s level. He tapped the feather gently, causing it to hover briefly in the air before landing softly. Liam gasped, clapping his hands together.

“How did you do that?”

“Ah,” Loki said, wagging a finger. “Magic, my dear boy, is not just in the spell but in the will. Close your eyes and imagine the feather lifting, as light as air.”

Liam scrunched his eyes shut, his tiny hands balling into fists as he concentrated with all his might. Loki watched him with a mixture of amusement and admiration.

“You don’t need to strangle it with your mind,” Loki teased. “Think of it like... tickling it with your thoughts.”

Liam’s face softened as he tried again. The feather wobbled, then rose a few inches before plopping back down.

“I did it!” Liam exclaimed, bouncing on his knees.

Loki ruffled his hair. “Indeed, you did. A fine first attempt.”

Unbeknownst to the pair, (Y/N) had just finished tidying up in the kitchen, the sound of their laughter floating down the hall. She smiled to herself, blissfully unaware of the magical chaos that was about to unfold.

Loki sat cross-legged on the floor, a picture of poised elegance despite the scattered objects around him. Liam mimicked his father, though his smaller legs wobbled under the strain of sitting still.

"Now, we move on to something a bit more exciting," Loki announced with a sly grin, conjuring a small illusion of a golden butterfly. The shimmering creature flitted gracefully in the air, its wings catching the light in a way that made it seem almost real.

Liam’s jaw dropped. “Can I do that? Please, Papa?”

“Patience,” Loki said, his tone indulgent. “First, you must focus. Magic requires your mind to be sharp, your intent unwavering. Repeat after me: A magician does not merely cast spells; he shapes the world with his will.”

Liam furrowed his brow in concentration. “A magician shapes the world… with his will!”

Loki chuckled softly. “Close enough. Now, imagine the butterfly—its color, its movement. Feel it exist before it’s even here.”

Liam raised a small hand, his expression serious. The air around him shimmered faintly, and then... a butterfly appeared.

Or rather, something that vaguely resembled a butterfly.

It had wings, though they were uneven and translucent, and its body was too large, causing it to bob awkwardly in the air. The creature sputtered, letting out an unexpected croak before disappearing in a puff of harmless smoke.

Loki blinked, suppressing a laugh. “Well, that was… unique.”

Liam looked up, his face falling. “It wasn’t like yours.”

“Ah, but it was yours,” Loki corrected gently. “The first rule of magic is to embrace imperfection. Even I started with frogs instead of butterflies.”

“You did?” Liam’s eyes widened.

“Well, not quite frogs,” Loki admitted with a conspiratorial wink, “but something equally amusing.”

Feeling bolstered by his father’s encouragement, Liam tried again. This time, the illusion managed to hold its form longer, though it still retained an amusing wobble. Loki clapped, his pride evident.

“Bravo! With practice, you’ll surpass me in no time.”

At that moment, a faint thud echoed from across the room, followed by a series of giggles. A trail of harmless sparks shot into the air as one of Liam’s attempts went slightly askew, sending a ripple of magic through the area.

(Y/N) walked in just as another puff of smoke dissipated, revealing Loki holding a visibly startled Liam at arm’s length.

“What is going on here?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Loki turned to her with a perfectly innocent smile. “Ah, my love, you’ve arrived just in time to witness a burgeoning sorcerer in action.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms, trying not to smile. “It looks more like you’ve turned the living room into a magical battleground.”

“Controlled chaos,” Loki corrected, standing and gesturing dramatically to the space. “It’s all part of the process.”

Liam ran up to his mother, beaming. “Mama, I made a butterfly! Kind of!”

(Y/N) knelt down, ruffling his hair. “You did? I’m so proud of you!”

“He’s a natural,” Loki interjected, his voice full of pride. “Though he may have accidentally summoned... whatever that was.” He pointed to a lingering puff of smoke in the corner, which resembled a lopsided bunny with glowing eyes.

(Y/N) stifled a laugh. “I see. And how long have you two been turning our home into an illusionist’s workshop?”

“Not long enough,” Loki replied smoothly, reaching out to pull her gently into his arms. “Perhaps you’d like to join us?”

(Y/N) shook her head, her laughter bubbling over. “Oh no, I think one magician in training is more than enough for today.”

(Y/N) couldn’t resist sitting down with Liam, despite her protests about avoiding the chaos. Loki, ever the charmer, had coaxed her with a knowing smile and the promise of “minimal destruction.”

“Alright, little one,” (Y/N) said, settling next to Liam on the floor. “Show me how you make a butterfly.”

Liam puffed out his chest, eager to impress. He raised his small hand, squinting in concentration. The air shimmered faintly, and a shape began to form. This time, it resembled a butterfly far more closely—until its head sprouted tiny horns and it let out a tiny growl.

(Y/N) blinked, her mouth twitching into a smile. “Well, that’s… creative.”

Loki burst into laughter, the rich sound filling the room. “A butterfly fit for a trickster,” he declared, scooping Liam into his arms. “You’ve inherited my flair for dramatic flair, my boy.”

“Butterflies don’t growl!” Liam protested, giggling as Loki tickled his sides.

“They do if you wish it,” Loki said with mock seriousness, setting him back down.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes fondly. “You’re going to turn him into a mini-you, aren’t you?”

“Isn’t that the dream?” Loki quipped, shooting her a mischievous grin.

Liam, emboldened by his parents’ attention, tugged on (Y/N)’s sleeve. “Mama, can you try?”

(Y/N) hesitated. “Oh, I don’t think I—”

“Come now,” Loki interrupted, leaning closer. “You’ve been around me long enough to pick up a trick or two. I’ll guide you.”

He moved behind her, his hands resting gently on her shoulders. “Close your eyes,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

(Y/N) obeyed, feeling the warmth of his hands as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Picture it. See it in your mind’s eye. A butterfly, delicate and golden, its wings catching the light.”

She took a deep breath, letting the image take shape in her mind. Loki’s voice wrapped around her like a spell, steady and patient.

“Now, feel it. The magic is in you, just waiting to be called upon. Let it flow.”

(Y/N) lifted her hand tentatively, and...nothing.

(Y/N) flushed, swatting lightly at him as Liam looked dejected. “Again, Mama! Do it again!”

“Alright, alright,” she said, laughing. “But only if Papa promises no more growling butterflies.”

“I make no such promises,” Loki replied with a wicked grin.

The family continued their impromptu magic lesson, the room filled with laughter and illusions both successful and hilariously off the mark.

Liam managed to summon a swarm of tiny fireflies, though they blinked in and out of existence sporadically. And Loki, ever the showman, ended the session with an elaborate illusion of a dragon soaring through the air—earning cheers and applause from both his wife and son.

As the dragon disappeared, Loki gathered Liam in his arms, kissing the top of his head. “You’ve done well, my little magician.”

Liam yawned, his energy finally waning. “Papa, will you teach me more tomorrow?”

“Of course,” Loki said, his voice tender. “But for now, it’s time for bed.”

(Y/N) stood, brushing off glitter and stray sparks from her clothes. “You two might be the best troublemakers I’ve ever met.”

“We aim to please,” Loki replied with a wink, taking her hand as they guided Liam toward his room.

As they tucked their son into bed, (Y/N) leaned against Loki’s shoulder. “You’re a good father, you know.”

Loki kissed her temple, his voice soft. “And you, my love, are the most remarkable mother.”

The evening ended quietly, the earlier chaos giving way to a peaceful stillness. But as (Y/N) drifted off to sleep that night, she couldn’t help but smile, knowing that moments like these were the true magic in their lives.

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Of Chaos and Quiet Moments

Title: Meeting the In-Law

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Timeline: Present day Asgard.

(Y/N) eased herself out of the tub with a satisfied sigh, her hands instinctively cradling the swell of her abdomen. The Asgardian bath had been a marvel of warmth and luxury, the waters scented with florals she couldn’t name but found utterly enchanting. For a brief moment, she had let herself relax. Too brief, it seemed, as she now stood in the quiet of her chambers, realizing the children’s laughter that had echoed faintly from the adjoining room had gone silent.

A chill of unease crept up her spine. Where had they wandered off to?

Draping herself in the light green gown Jane had insisted she wear—a flowing garment accented with intricate golden embroidery and paired with delicate jewelry that glimmered in the low light—(Y/N) moved toward the door. She hesitated in front of the mirror, brushing a hand over the smooth fabric. The gown suited her surprisingly well, hugging her figure in a way that felt regal yet comfortable. Loki would have loved seeing her in it. Her lips quirked in a small smile, but it vanished quickly as she returned to the task at hand: finding the children.

She padded out into the hallway, her footsteps softened by the ornate rugs lining the polished floors. The palace was magnificent—too magnificent, in her opinion. The sheer size and opulence of it all made her feel like a small bird in a gilded cage.

“Where could they have gone?” she murmured to herself, glancing down one corridor and then another. The golden walls glimmered under ethereal lighting, casting long, elegant shadows. It was eerily quiet, save for the occasional distant hum of voices or the soft clang of Asgardian armor from patrolling guards.

Then she heard it—a peal of laughter, high and unrestrained, followed by a burst of giggles that she instantly recognized. Her shoulders sagged in relief, though her brow furrowed in curiosity. The sound came from deeper down the corridor to her left.

Following the trail of mirth, she turned a corner and stopped short. The sight before her was enough to take her breath away.

In a grand alcove bathed in golden sunlight spilling from an arched window, her children were gathered around a strikingly elegant woman. The woman’s long, golden hair fell in waves over her shoulders, her posture regal even as she crouched to their level, an expression of unguarded warmth gracing her features. Her dress, a shimmering blend of soft gold and ivory, was adorned with delicate filigree that seemed to catch the light with every movement.

There was no doubt in (Y/N)’s mind who this radiant woman was. Frigga, the Queen of Asgard.

(Y/N) pressed a hand to her chest, unsure if her heart was racing from awe or nerves. Frigga, wholly unaware of her presence, extended her hand to her youngest child, who clutched a glimmering bauble—a trinket from the queen’s own adornments, no doubt.

“You see?” Frigga’s voice was as melodic as a songbird’s, carrying just enough authority to command attention while remaining kind. “You mustn’t squeeze it too tightly, little one. Treasures like this are meant to be admired, not crushed.”

The child nodded solemnly, their tiny fingers relaxing around the shiny object. Another of the children tugged on Frigga’s sleeve, pointing toward the window. “Look, it’s so shiny over there! Can we see it closer?”

“Of course,” Frigga said with a soft chuckle, rising gracefully to her feet. Even this simple movement carried an air of majesty. “But first, let us return this treasure to its rightful place, hm?”

(Y/N) stepped forward without meaning to, her maternal instincts overruling her hesitance. “I hope they haven’t been a bother.”

Frigga turned, her serene expression unchanging as her sharp, intelligent eyes took in (Y/N)’s presence. For a moment, (Y/N) felt laid bare under the queen’s gaze, but the feeling was quickly replaced by warmth as Frigga’s lips curved into a welcoming smile.

“They have been nothing of the sort,” Frigga assured her. “They are delightful.” Her eyes flicked briefly to (Y/N)’s gown and the subtle jewelry adorning her, approval clear in her gaze. “And you must be Jane’s friend.”

“I am,” (Y/N) replied, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest. She instinctively rested a hand on her belly, a motion that didn’t go unnoticed by Frigga.

“Please, sit,” Frigga said, gesturing toward a nearby marble bench that gleamed like pearl. Her tone was kind but firm, leaving little room for polite refusal. “You mustn’t tire yourself unnecessarily.”

(Y/N) hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding, lowering herself onto the cool surface of the bench. The children scampered back to Frigga’s side, giggling and chattering as they resumed their game.

“It has been some time since my children were that small,” Frigga mused aloud, her eyes softening as she watched (Y/N)’s brood. “Time moves far too quickly when they are young.”

(Y/N) smiled, though she felt the weight of the queen’s words. “It does. Sometimes I feel like I blink, and they’ve already grown.” Her fingers absentmindedly traced the folds of her gown as she added, “It’s a little overwhelming, if I’m honest. But they’re worth every second.”

“They always are,” Frigga replied gently. Her gaze shifted to (Y/N), assessing her with a mix of curiosity and kindness. “You wear motherhood well. It suits you.”

“Thank you,” (Y/N) said, her cheeks warming under the compliment. She glanced back at the children, her heart swelling with affection. “They make it easy. Most of the time.”

Frigga laughed softly, the sound like a bell in the quiet corridor. “You speak as if they are not currently leading me on a merry chase.”

(Y/N) chuckled, easing into the conversation despite her initial apprehension. She still felt the need to tread carefully, but there was something undeniably disarming about Frigga’s presence. The queen exuded a warmth that felt genuine, and for the first time since arriving in Asgard, (Y/N) felt a flicker of comfort amidst the grandeur.

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering between the children, who were still lost in their game of chasing each other around Frigga’s flowing golden gown, and the graceful woman herself. Frigga’s presence was commanding yet serene, her radiant smile making (Y/N) feel both seen and oddly at ease.

“You must be Jane’s friend,” Frigga said, her voice gentle but with a regal undertone that only years of leadership could bestow. She gestured to the ornate marble bench nearby. “Please, sit with me. You look as though you could use a moment’s rest.”

(Y/N) instinctively placed a protective hand over her belly, suddenly all too aware of how heavy her steps must have seemed while searching for the children. She nodded graciously. “Thank you, my queen.”

Frigga chuckled softly as (Y/N) lowered herself onto the bench. “There’s no need for such formality. Frigga will do just fine.” She settled beside (Y/N) with a grace that felt effortless, her attention drifting to the children, who had now begun to mimic warriors, swinging imaginary swords in grand battles.

“They seem to be enjoying themselves,” Frigga remarked, her smile widening.

“They always seem to find joy wherever they go,” (Y/N) replied, a soft laugh escaping her lips as one of the children declared themselves “The King of Asgard” and planted a pretend flag on a decorative vase. “Though I hope their energy doesn’t become too much of a nuisance.”

“Not at all,” Frigga assured her, her gaze warm. “It has been far too long since there was the sound of children’s laughter in these halls. It’s a welcome change.”

(Y/N) smiled, though she felt a flutter of nervousness. Frigga’s kindness was disarming, but there was an intelligence in her gaze, a sense that she missed nothing.

“How old are they?” Frigga asked, her tone light, as though she were merely making conversation.

(Y/N) began to relax slightly as she answered. “My eldest, Liam, is eight, Elise is six, and Theo is four.”

“They’re delightful,” Frigga said with genuine affection. “Such spirited little ones. I’m sure they keep you busy.”

“They certainly do,” (Y/N) agreed, a note of exhaustion mingling with fondness in her voice. She shifted slightly, adjusting her posture as her pregnancy added to the day’s weariness.

Frigga noticed the movement and tilted her head slightly, her eyes flicking to (Y/N)’s belly. “And soon, there will be another to join the fray?”

(Y/N) nodded, a soft smile gracing her lips. “Yes. Just a few months now.”

“May I?” Frigga asked, gesturing delicately.

Caught off guard but sensing no malice, (Y/N) gave a small nod. Frigga placed a gentle hand on her arm, her touch light but steady. “You are carrying yourself with such strength. It is no small feat to raise children, let alone prepare for another. You must be very proud of them.”

Tears stung at (Y/N)’s eyes at the unexpected kindness, but she blinked them away, not wanting to seem overly emotional. “Thank you. I am.”

The conversation shifted to lighter topics, with Frigga asking questions about the children’s interests and habits. (Y/N) found herself relaxing more, her initial nervousness ebbing away under the queen’s gentle demeanor.

At one point, Frigga remarked, “It’s been many years since my sons were that small. Seeing your little ones brings back fond memories of when they would run through these halls.” Her gaze softened, and there was a flicker of wistfulness in her expression.

(Y/N) smiled knowingly but chose her words carefully, unsure of how much she should reveal. “I imagine they were a handful in their own ways.”

“Very much so,” Frigga replied, her voice tinged with amusement. “But they were also my greatest joys.”

As the children continued their play, Frigga’s attention returned to (Y/N). “It’s clear they adore you. They seem to have inherited your strength and spirit.”

(Y/N) felt a warmth in her chest at the compliment. “I hope so. I try my best to guide them, though I often feel like they teach me more than I teach them.”

Frigga’s laugh was soft and melodic. “That is the way of children, isn’t it? They remind us of what truly matters.”

The two women sat in companionable silence for a moment, watching the children. Frigga finally turned to (Y/N) again, her expression curious but kind. “Jane spoke very highly of you. She said you’ve been a wonderful friend to her.”

“I feel lucky to know her,” (Y/N) replied, her tone genuine. “She’s been an incredible friend to me as well.”

Frigga nodded thoughtfully, her gaze lingering on (Y/N). There was no direct question, but (Y/N) could sense that the queen was quietly piecing things together.

The children’s laughter filled the corridor as they continued their antics, pretending to be warriors of old. (Y/N) watched them with a soft smile, but her focus was split between their playful antics and the elegant woman sitting beside her.

“I must admit,” Frigga began, breaking the comfortable silence, “I was quite curious when I heard about Jane’s friend visiting Asgard. She mentioned you briefly, though she failed to mention just how charming your little ones are.”

(Y/N) chuckled lightly. “Jane has been very kind to us. I think she sees us as a sort of extension of her family.”

Frigga’s gaze softened. “She has always been generous with her affections. It seems you and your children have made quite an impression on her—and from what I’ve seen, it’s well-deserved.”

The warmth of Frigga’s words eased some of (Y/N)’s lingering tension. “Thank you,” she said, sincerity coloring her tone. “Jane has been an incredible friend. I can’t imagine navigating...everything without her.”

Frigga tilted her head slightly, her curiosity evident. “Everything?”

(Y/N) hesitated, mentally berating herself for her slip. “Oh, you know, just life. Raising children has its challenges, and Jane has been a wonderful support.”

The queen’s perceptive eyes lingered on (Y/N) for a moment longer than was comfortable before she let the topic slide. “Raising children is indeed a challenge, but also a privilege. They’re a reflection of our greatest hopes and our deepest fears.”

(Y/N) nodded, her hand instinctively resting on her belly again. “They teach us patience, resilience, and so much about ourselves. I think they make us better, even on the days when it feels like they’re testing every limit we have.”

Frigga laughed, a rich sound that seemed to brighten the corridor. “Oh, how well I know those days. Thor and Loki were not so different from your little ones at that age. Mischievous, curious, and endlessly energetic.”

The mention of Loki’s name sent a pang through (Y/N), though she kept her expression neutral. “I imagine they must have been quite the handful.”

“Handful doesn’t begin to describe it,” Frigga said with a playful smirk. “Thor was all bluster and bravado, always seeking adventure. Loki, on the other hand...” She paused, her expression growing wistful. “He was clever, resourceful, and had a penchant for finding trouble in the most unexpected places.”

(Y/N)’s lips twitched in amusement. “It sounds like they kept you on your toes.”

“They did,” Frigga replied, her smile bittersweet. “But I wouldn’t trade a single moment of it. Every scrape, every argument, every triumph—it was all worth it to see them grow.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but feel a surge of admiration for the woman beside her. Frigga’s love for her sons was palpable, and (Y/N) wondered if Loki ever truly understood just how deeply his mother cared for him.

The conversation shifted again as Frigga gestured toward the children, who were now engaged in an elaborate game of hide-and-seek among the decorative pillars. “And what of their father?” she asked casually. “I imagine he must be proud of such spirited children.”

(Y/N) stiffened slightly, the question catching her off guard. She glanced at the children, who were too engrossed in their game to notice her hesitation.

“He is,” she said carefully, her voice soft but steady. “He’s...everything to us. A wonderful father, and a partner I couldn’t imagine my life without.”

Frigga’s gaze remained steady, her expression unreadable. “You speak of him with such affection. It’s clear how much he means to you.”

(Y/N) nodded, her smile turning wistful. “I don’t think there are words to truly capture how I feel about him. He’s kind, brilliant, protective...and he loves our children with all his heart. I feel so fortunate to have him in our lives.”

For a moment, Frigga said nothing, her thoughtful expression giving away little of her inner thoughts. When she finally spoke, her voice was gentle. “He sounds like a remarkable man. I hope I’ll have the chance to meet him one day.”

(Y/N) swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She offered a small, tight smile. “I’m sure you will.”

As the children ran back toward them, demanding attention and stories, (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment. Frigga’s warmth and kindness were genuine, but her intuition was razor-sharp. (Y/N) knew she would have to tread carefully in the days to come.

The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the corridor, and the children’s giggles echoed faintly as they darted away to explore new corners of the palace gardens. Frigga’s serene smile lingered as she turned her attention back to (Y/N), whose eyes followed her children with a tender expression.

“They truly are a delight,” Frigga said warmly, her voice pulling (Y/N) back to the present. “And you must be very proud of them. I can see they take after you in many ways.”

(Y/N) flushed slightly at the compliment, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you. I’d like to think they have some of my better qualities, though they certainly inherited plenty from their father too.”

At this, Frigga’s interest visibly piqued, though her expression remained gentle. “Your husband must be quite extraordinary to have captured your heart and fathered such wonderful children.”

(Y/N)’s lips curved into a soft smile, her heart swelling at the thought of Loki. “He is,” she said, her voice filled with affection. “He’s…everything I never knew I needed. Intelligent, witty, caring. And though he’d never admit it, he’s got the biggest heart.”

Frigga tilted her head, her curiosity evident. “It’s a beautiful thing to hear someone speak so deeply of their partner. Tell me, how did you meet?”

(Y/N) hesitated, not wanting to divulge too much, but her love for Loki made her eager to share. “It wasn’t under the most conventional circumstances,” she admitted with a laugh. “But from the moment I got to know him, I realized there was so much more to him than what he showed the world. He’s complicated, but in the best way. He’s the kind of person who challenges you to be better, while never making you feel like you’re not already enough.”

Frigga’s eyes softened, and she leaned forward slightly. “He sounds remarkable indeed. And he must adore you to inspire such devotion in return.”

A warmth spread across (Y/N)’s cheeks. “He does. He has this way of making me feel like I’m the only person in existence who matters when he’s with me. And he’s so patient with the children. They absolutely adore him.”

There was a flicker of something in Frigga’s expression—recognition, perhaps, though she said nothing of it. Instead, she smiled, her voice remaining light. “He must be a very attentive father.”

“Oh, he is,” (Y/N) replied eagerly, her tone brightening. “He’s always there for them, even when he’s busy or distracted. He knows how to make each of them feel special, like they’re the center of his universe. He has this way of balancing being their guide and their friend.”

Frigga’s gaze lingered on (Y/N) for a moment, her thoughts clearly turning over something in her mind. When she spoke again, her voice was measured but kind. “It’s rare to find a man with such qualities. He must be quite accomplished in other ways as well?”

(Y/N) chuckled softly. “You could say that. He’s brilliant—his mind works in ways that I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand. He’s...well, he’s not like anyone else I’ve ever met.”

The subtle emphasis in her words did not escape Frigga, who observed her carefully. “And does he hail from your world, or another?”

This time, (Y/N) paused, the question brushing too close to the truth. She offered a small, polite smile. “He’s traveled quite a bit, let’s put it that way. He’s seen things I could only dream of.”

Frigga didn’t press, but her perceptive nature clearly absorbed every word. “It seems you’ve found a rare and precious bond,” she said softly. “One built on love and mutual respect.”

(Y/N)’s heart ached with a mixture of pride and longing. “I have. I’m so grateful for him every day.”

The silence between them was filled with unspoken understanding. Frigga’s intuition was sharp, and though she didn’t voice it, (Y/N) felt the weight of her knowing gaze. Yet, there was no judgment or malice in her eyes—only a quiet respect.

Frigga’s voice broke the silence, gentle and maternal. “Cherish what you have, my dear. Love like that is a gift, and not one to be taken lightly.”

“I do,” (Y/N) replied, her voice steady. “With all my heart.”

As the children returned, tugging at (Y/N)’s gown and clamoring for her attention, the conversation shifted back to lighthearted topics. But as Frigga helped steady one of the children who had tripped, her gaze lingered on (Y/N) with a look that suggested she understood more than she let on.

The children returned with the energy of a small storm, their laughter filling the corridor as they tugged on (Y/N)’s gown and peppered her with stories about their newfound discoveries in the gardens. One held up a handful of peculiar golden flowers, while another excitedly described an unusual bird they had seen.

Frigga stepped closer, crouching slightly to speak to the children directly. “And have you all been treating your mother kindly while you explore?” she asked, her tone playful yet kind.

One of the children giggled, nodding enthusiastically. “We always do!”

“I would love to hear all about your adventures sometime,” Frigga said, her voice calm and reassuring. “Perhaps you can show me these treasures you’ve gathered.”

As the children’s excitement began to bubble over again, Frigga turned to (Y/N) with a knowing look. “You must be weary,” she said softly. “Carrying a child is no small feat, and these little ones are boundless in their energy.”

“I’m fine,” (Y/N) assured her, though she appreciated the concern. “It’s a lot to juggle, but I’ve managed so far.”

Frigga nodded, her expression kind. “I see that. But even the strongest mothers deserve moments of rest.” She paused, glancing toward the palace halls. “I would very much like to spend more time with you, if you’d allow it. There is something about you that I find…familiar. Comforting, even.”

(Y/N) smiled, though her heart raced at the implication. “I’d like that,” she said cautiously. “Your kindness has made this place feel less intimidating.”

Frigga’s hand rested briefly on (Y/N)’s arm, a light but meaningful touch. “You belong here more than you realize, my dear. I look forward to seeing more of you and your wonderful children.”

The words settled heavily in (Y/N)’s chest, a mixture of comfort and apprehension. She knew that this budding connection with Frigga made Loki’s eventual introduction of their family even more crucial—and more daunting.

As the children tugged on her hands and began to pull her away toward their quarters, Frigga’s parting smile lingered in her mind. The encounter had been warmer and more accepting than she could have hoped, but it also left her keenly aware of the stakes.

Walking away with the children chattering around her, (Y/N) couldn’t help but glance back. Frigga still stood by the bench, watching them leave with a serene expression. For all her warmth, there was a sharpness in her gaze—a quiet understanding that (Y/N) couldn’t ignore.

As she rounded the corner and the older woman disappeared from view, (Y/N) exhaled deeply. The meeting had gone well, but it was only the beginning. And when Loki returned, they would have to face the truth together.

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Hello and welcome! I'm thrilled to announce that I'm opening up requests for MCU content, including Loki-centric stories and more. While my main focus remains on my ongoing Loki series, I’m happy to craft unique stories featuring other Marvel Cinematic Universe characters as well. Below, you’ll find details about how requests will work, what information I’ll need from you to create the perfect story, and which characters I write for.

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Of Chaos and Quiet Moments

Chapter 3: Midnight Mischief Pairing: Loki x Reader Timeline: Some months before their trip to Asgard.

The house was quiet, save for the faint creak of floorboards beneath Loki’s careful steps. He moved with the grace of a predator, though his intent tonight was far from malicious. In his hand, he carried two cloaks, their fabric shimmering faintly in the moonlight streaming through the window.

He reached the bedroom and pushed the door open just enough to peer inside. (Y/N) lay in bed, her body nestled beneath the covers, her hair fanned out over the pillow. She looked peaceful, but Loki knew better. The day had been long and chaotic—one child crying over a broken toy, another throwing an epic tantrum over bedtime, and the youngest stubbornly refusing their vegetables.

“Darling,” Loki whispered, his voice smooth as silk.

(Y/N) stirred but didn’t open her eyes. “Hmm?” she mumbled sleepily.

Loki smirked. “Get up. We’re leaving.”

Her brow furrowed, and she cracked one eye open. “Leaving? Loki, it’s the middle of the night. The kids are finally asleep.”

“Precisely,” he replied, stepping into the room and holding up the cloaks like an offering. “They’re asleep, and I intend to steal you away before tomorrow’s chaos begins anew.”

(Y/N) sat up slowly, propping herself against the headboard. “And go where, exactly?”

“A place I haven’t visited in far too long,” Loki said, his voice carrying an almost boyish excitement. “A forest of enchantment, untouched by time. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

She raised an eyebrow, skeptical but intrigued. “And what happens if the kids wake up and we’re gone?”

“Thor and Jane will manage,” Loki said dismissively, already draping one of the cloaks over her shoulders. “They owe us for all those nights I begged them to babysit. Now, come, darling. Adventure awaits.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh softly at his enthusiasm. “Fine. But if we get caught, you’re explaining it to Jane.”

Loki grinned, mischief lighting his eyes. “Caught? Love, I am the God of Mischief. We won’t even leave a trace.”

With a wave of his hand, green light enveloped them, and in the blink of an eye, they were gone.

The cool night air greeted them as they reappeared in a forest bathed in silver moonlight. Towering trees stretched toward the sky, their branches adorned with leaves that shimmered faintly as though kissed by starlight. The ground was soft underfoot, carpeted with moss and tiny glowing flowers that pulsed gently, as if alive.

(Y/N) gasped, turning in a slow circle to take it all in. “Loki… this is incredible.”

He watched her with quiet satisfaction, his heart swelling at the awe in her expression. “I thought you might like it,” he said, stepping closer to her.

“It’s magical,” she murmured, brushing her fingers against a low-hanging branch that sparkled at her touch. “How did you find this place?”

“I stumbled upon it as a boy,” Loki replied, his voice softer now. “It was my refuge, my escape from… everything. I would come here to think. To dream.”

(Y/N) turned to him, her eyes shining in the moonlight. “And you brought me here.”

“Of course,” he said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “It is one of the few places in all the realms that feels untouched by the burdens of the world. You deserve that peace, my love.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his waist. “You’re too good to me sometimes, you know that?”

Loki chuckled, his hands settling on her hips. “Not nearly as good as you deserve.”

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s warmth beneath the canopy of enchanted trees. Fireflies began to emerge, their golden lights flitting through the air like tiny stars come to life.

“Dance with me,” Loki said suddenly, holding out a hand.

(Y/N) laughed. “There’s no music.”

He arched an eyebrow, a playful smirk curling his lips. “Do I look like a man who needs music?”

She rolled her eyes but took his hand, letting him pull her into a slow, swaying dance. Loki moved with effortless grace, guiding her across the glowing forest floor as if they were in the grandest ballroom in Asgard.

As they danced, the tension of the day melted away. Laughter bubbled up as Loki spun her dramatically, only to catch her with a flourish that was far too theatrical for their quiet surroundings.

“You’re ridiculous,” (Y/N) teased, though her cheeks ached from smiling.

“And yet, you adore me,” he countered, leaning in close. His voice dropped to a whisper, his lips brushing her ear. “Don’t you?”

She shivered, her laughter fading as the air between them shifted. “You know I do,” she murmured, her voice softer now.

Loki’s hand slid from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her closer. His other hand tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Good,” he said, his voice low and full of promise. “Because I intend to spend the rest of the night ensuring you never forget it.”

Loki’s lips brushed against hers, featherlight at first, teasing and testing. His hand, warm and sure, splayed across her back, pulling her flush against him as the kiss deepened. (Y/N) melted into him, her fingers tangling in his dark hair as he tilted his head, changing the angle to steal another breathless sigh from her.

The air seemed to hum around them, charged with the energy of the forest and the fireflies swirling in golden patterns. Loki's kisses trailed from her lips to her jawline, then to the sensitive spot just below her ear, drawing a gasp from her.

“Do you know how maddening you are?” he murmured, his voice rough and low against her skin.

(Y/N) chuckled breathlessly, her hands sliding to his shoulders. “Maddening? That’s rich coming from you.”

Loki’s lips curved into a smirk against her neck. “Touché,” he conceded, though his response came with a nip to her collarbone, earning him a soft moan.

He drew back just enough to meet her eyes, his own darkened with hunger. “Say the word, my love, and I’ll stop,” he said, his tone a mixture of reverence and desire.

Her answer came without hesitation. “Don’t stop.”

That was all the permission Loki needed. With a wave of his hand, their cloaks spread out beneath them, creating a makeshift bed on the soft moss. He lowered her gently, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring the sight of her beneath him. The moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting a silver glow across her skin, and Loki paused to drink it in.

“You are breathtaking,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek before slipping lower to the neckline of her dress.

(Y/N) arched a brow, her smile playful despite the heat building between them. “I could say the same about you.”

Loki chuckled, a deep and velvety sound, as he leaned down to kiss her again. His hands worked deftly to free her from her dress, the fabric slipping away to reveal the soft curves he adored so much. His kisses grew more fervent, trailing down her neck, her chest, her stomach—each touch worshipful and deliberate.

“Loki,” she gasped, her hands threading through his hair again as he moved lower, his lips igniting a fire everywhere they touched.

He glanced up at her, his smirk wicked and his eyes alight with mischief. “Yes, darling?”

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she tugged him back up, crashing her lips against his in a kiss filled with raw need. Loki groaned against her mouth, his control slipping as her hands began exploring him in return, unfastening his tunic and sliding it from his shoulders.

His skin was warm under her touch, and she reveled in the way his muscles tensed and shifted beneath her fingers. Loki allowed her exploration for a moment before reclaiming dominance, pinning her hands above her head with one hand while the other resumed its journey along her body.

“You are mine,” he whispered fiercely, his lips brushing against her ear. “Every breath, every sigh, every beautiful sound you make… they all belong to me.”

(Y/N) shivered, her heart racing at the intensity in his voice. “Always,” she promised, her words barely a whisper.

Loki shifted his weight, his hands gently cradling (Y/N)’s face as he gazed down at her, his emerald eyes darkened with desire and affection. “You are everything to me,” he murmured, his voice husky and intimate, meant only for her to hear. His thumb traced the curve of her cheek, and she felt herself melt under his touch.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that began soft and exploratory but quickly deepened into something more urgent. His tongue slid against hers, coaxing soft moans from her as his hands roamed lower, skimming the sides of her body with reverence. He lingered at the swell of her belly, his palm resting there as if grounding himself in the life they’d created together.

(Y/N) tilted her head back as his mouth trailed along her jawline and down her neck, his kisses hot and deliberate. Her breaths came faster, her fingers tangling in his dark hair to hold him close. Every sensation was magnified under the blanket of stars—the cool air against her skin, the warmth of his body, the hum of energy between them.

“Let me show you,” Loki whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, “how deeply you are loved.”

He pulled back only long enough to slip off his shirt, revealing the smooth, pale expanse of his chest. (Y/N) reached out instinctively, her hands roaming over his muscles, marveling at the strength beneath his skin. Loki’s lips quirked into a small, knowing smile before he bent to help her out of her dress, his movements unhurried but determined. The fabric pooled around her waist, leaving her bare to the soft glow of the fireflies.

“You are divine,” Loki murmured, his gaze drinking her in as though she were a vision brought to life. His hands skimmed her sides, his touch light but electric, sending shivers coursing through her body. When his lips followed the path of his hands, pressing kisses to her collarbone, her breasts, and the curve of her belly, (Y/N) let out a soft, shuddering sigh.

He guided her to lay back on the blanket he’d conjured earlier, the soft fabric cushioning her as Loki knelt between her legs. His hands slid up her thighs, parting them gently, his thumbs tracing idle circles on her skin as his eyes locked with hers. The heat of his gaze was enough to make her body ache with anticipation.

Loki leaned down to kiss her again, slower this time, as though savoring her. His body pressed against hers, his weight comforting but never overwhelming. As his kisses grew deeper, his hands continued their exploration, mapping every curve of her body with tender precision. When his fingers slipped between her legs, finding her warm and ready for him, (Y/N) gasped, her hips arching instinctively to meet his touch.

“Patience, my love,” Loki teased, though his voice was thick with his own need. He shifted again, aligning himself with her as he leaned down to rest his forehead against hers. “Tell me if I hurt you,” he whispered, his tone gentle and reverent.

(Y/N) nodded, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as he pressed into her with slow, deliberate care. The sensation was overwhelming—intense but deeply intimate, as though they were two halves of a whole finally coming together. Loki paused, allowing her to adjust to the fullness of him, his lips peppering soft kisses across her face and murmuring reassurances.

When she gave a small nod and a whispered, “I’m okay,” he began to move. His thrusts were slow and purposeful, each one drawing a soft gasp or moan from her lips. Loki’s hands slid under her, cradling her hips to hold her closer as he deepened his rhythm. His mouth found hers again, their kiss matching the intensity of their movements.

Every stroke, every caress, every whispered word was a declaration of his love and devotion. (Y/N) felt as though the world had melted away, leaving only the two of them surrounded by the glow of the fireflies and the gentle rustle of the forest.

Their pace quickened as their shared passion built, the tension coiling tighter with every movement. Loki’s name spilled from her lips like a prayer, and he responded in kind, his voice rough and unrestrained. When they finally reached their peak together, the release was shattering, waves of pleasure rolling through them both as they clung to each other.

Loki collapsed beside her, his chest heaving as he pulled her into his arms. His lips pressed to her temple, and his fingers drew lazy patterns on her skin as they basked in the afterglow. The fireflies resumed their gentle dance around them, and the stars seemed to shine just a little brighter.

“I love you,” Loki murmured, his voice low and full of emotion.

(Y/N) smiled, her heart swelling with warmth as she nestled closer to him. “I love you too.”

For a moment, all was perfect—just the two of them, lost in their love, the rest of the world far, far away.

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Of Chaos and Quiet Moments

I posted the first two chapters today! I am currently writing Chapter 3. It will take place before Asgard, but after their marriage.

I am currently writing it to be a bit smutty, but I have never written smut before so I will probably keep it pretty tame.

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Of Chaos and Quiet Moments

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Chapter 2: Before the Storm: Loki’s Sentencing

Timeline: Flashback — The night before Loki begins his punishment on Midgard.

Part I: The Cell

The silence of Loki’s cell was oppressive, the weight of it pressing against his chest like a physical force. Asgard’s dungeons were carved deep beneath the palace, their cold stone walls dull and unfeeling. Even the faint golden glow of his enchanted restraints seemed mocking, a reminder of the power that had once been his to wield. Now, he was stripped bare—not of clothing, but of pride. Of purpose.

He paced, his movements restless and sharp, the chain binding his wrists clinking softly as it dragged against the floor. Execution. That was the word that echoed in his mind. It felt inevitable. Surely, that was what Odin had planned. And perhaps… perhaps it was what he deserved. After his failure in New York, his humiliation, his imprisonment—what else could they do with him?

A part of him whispered that death would be preferable to this limbo. At least death would be decisive. Final.

He didn’t want to die. Not really. But the alternative—living like this, caged and powerless—felt no better.

The faint hum of approaching footsteps drew his attention. Loki’s gaze snapped to the doorway, his hands curling into fists despite the chains. He braced himself, his shoulders squaring, his jaw tightening. If Odin had come to pass judgment here, then he would meet it with defiance.

But it wasn’t Odin who appeared.

“Mother.”

Frigga stepped into the dim light of the cell, her expression calm but her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She wore her usual grace like armor, but Loki knew her well enough to see the cracks beneath it.

“Loki,” she greeted softly, her voice warm despite the chill of the room. She paused just inside the threshold, her hands clasped before her as if unsure whether he would welcome her presence. He made no move to approach, keeping himself stiff and distant.

“Come to say your goodbyes?” he asked, his tone laced with bitterness. “Or perhaps to offer a final lecture?”

Frigga’s lips pressed into a thin line, though her composure didn’t falter. “I came to see you, my son.”

The word cut deeper than Loki would admit. Son. Did he even deserve that title anymore?

“What is there to see?” he retorted, spreading his arms mockingly. “Look upon your wayward child, Mother. Take in the sight of your shame.”

“You are not a shame to me, Loki.” Her voice was firm, and she stepped closer. “You are my son. No matter what you have done, that will not change.”

He scoffed, turning away to hide the flicker of emotion her words stirred. “Spare me your sentimentality. It’s wasted here.”

Frigga sighed, the sound heavy with pain. “I’ve spoken with your father.”

That drew his attention. Loki glanced at her over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing. “And?”

“He… was prepared to sentence you to death.” Frigga’s voice wavered slightly, though she quickly steadied herself. “I pleaded with him, Loki. I fought for you.”

Loki turned fully now, his expression unreadable but his heart pounding. “You fought?”

“Yes.” She stepped closer, her gaze searching his face. “And I succeeded. Your punishment will not be death.”

Relief should have followed her words, but it didn’t. Instead, suspicion crept in. Loki’s eyes narrowed further. “If not death, then what?”

Frigga hesitated, the silence stretching unbearably. Finally, she said, “You’ll learn the full terms at your sentencing. But know this: the path ahead will not be easy. It is meant to teach you. To help you find your way back.”

Loki barked a humorless laugh. “Find my way back? Back to what? A throne I’ll never sit on? A family that never truly wanted me?”

Frigga’s eyes filled with sorrow, but she didn’t falter. “Back to yourself, Loki.”

He turned away again, his heart aching in ways he refused to name. “You should go,” he muttered. “Leave me to prepare for my… lesson.”

Frigga lingered a moment longer, her gaze heavy on him. “I love you, my son. No matter what comes next, remember that.”

Her footsteps retreated, and the silence returned.

Part II: The Sentencing

The throne room was vast, its gilded walls soaring high above Loki’s head. The air felt heavier here, the weight of judgment suffocating. Loki’s steps echoed sharply against the polished floor as he was escorted in by a pair of guards, his chains clinking with each movement.

Odin sat on the throne, his expression carved from stone. To his left, Frigga stood with her hands clasped tightly before her, her face carefully composed. And to his right, Thor loomed like a silent storm, his blue eyes unreadable as they followed Loki’s approach.

Loki’s chin lifted, his defiance a shield against the vulnerability threatening to surface. If this was to be his end, he would face it with dignity. No matter how much fear churned beneath his skin.

“Loki,” Odin’s voice boomed, commanding attention. “You stand here to answer for your crimes against both Asgard and Midgard. Do you understand the gravity of your actions?”

Loki’s lips curled into a smirk, though the expression didn’t reach his eyes. “Oh, I understand, Allfather. You think me a monster. A traitor. A stain upon your golden halls.”

Thor’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. Frigga’s gaze was imploring, silently urging Loki to stop, but he ignored her.

Odin’s eye narrowed. “You seek to mock this court? After all you have done?”

“Mocking is all I have left, it seems,” Loki replied, his voice cutting. “Or would you prefer I grovel? Shall I beg for mercy I know you’ll withhold?”

“Enough!” Odin’s voice thundered, silencing the room. Loki stiffened, his defiance flickering for just a moment. “You will not be executed, Loki. But your punishment will be severe.”

Odin rose from his throne, his presence towering and unyielding. “You will be sent to Midgard. There, you will work to undo the harm you have caused. You will serve their people, their needs, for as long as it takes for you to learn humility. For as long as it takes for you to change.”

Loki’s blood ran cold. Midgard? Sent to serve those lesser beings? He recoiled at the thought, his rage bubbling to the surface.

“You cannot be serious,” he hissed. “You would send me to grovel before mortals? To waste my existence in servitude?”

“It is not a waste,” Frigga said softly, stepping forward. “It is a chance, Loki. A chance to rebuild what you have broken.”

“You think me broken, Mother?” he snapped, his voice venomous. “Perhaps you should ask yourself who broke me.”

Frigga flinched, but she held her ground. Thor stepped forward then, his voice low but firm. “Loki, enough. This path may be hard, but it is better than the alternative.”

Loki turned his glare toward Thor, his anger searing like an open flame. “Better than the alternative? Is that meant to comfort me, Brother? Shall I thank you for this mockery of mercy?”

Thor’s gaze was steady, his tone calm yet laced with frustration. “You may despise this punishment now, Loki, but it is a chance—a rare one. Would you truly prefer death over redemption?”

Loki’s laugh was sharp and bitter, reverberating through the throne room. “Redemption? That’s what you call this farce? You think sending me to Midgard to grovel at the feet of mortals will somehow redeem me? No, Thor. It is a leash. A humiliation.”

Odin’s voice cut through the air, silencing any further rebuttal. “Enough of this insolence. You will carry out this sentence, Loki. Not for your own pride or desire, but because it is necessary. You have caused pain and chaos. Now, you will learn to heal and create.”

Loki’s fists clenched at his sides, his chains biting into his wrists. “For how long?” he demanded, his voice tight with rage. “How long am I to be shackled to this punishment?”

Odin’s single eye bore into Loki with a weight that felt unbearable. “For as long as it takes,” he said gravely. “One hundred years is the starting term. But if you remain unrepentant, it will continue indefinitely.”

Loki’s heart sank, though he refused to show it. One hundred years. A century of servitude. The enormity of it was suffocating. He opened his mouth, the biting retort already forming, but Frigga stepped forward, her presence gentle but commanding.

“Loki,” she said softly, her voice pulling his attention like a tether. “This does not have to be a sentence of suffering. It can be the beginning of something new. Something better.”

He stared at her, his jaw tight, his chest heaving with suppressed emotion. A flicker of something—doubt? Fear?—crossed his expression before he quickly buried it beneath his anger.

“No,” he spat, his voice cold. “This is not a beginning. It is an ending. The end of whatever illusion you all had that I might belong here.”

Frigga’s lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. Thor’s shoulders sagged slightly, and even Odin’s stern façade seemed to soften for a fleeting moment.

“Take him,” Odin commanded, his voice quieter now but no less resolute. “He will leave for Midgard at dawn.”

The guards stepped forward, their grips firm as they turned Loki to escort him out of the throne room. He did not resist, but his glare burned into each face he passed—Thor, Odin, and Frigga—lingering on his mother’s sorrowful expression as the golden doors closed behind him.

As the echo of his footsteps faded down the corridor, Loki felt the cold emptiness settle deeper into his chest. He had faced his sentence, but he could not shake the feeling that he was walking into exile—one that might destroy what little was left of him.

For the first time in a long while, the trickster god felt something he dared not name: fear.

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Pairing: Loki x Reader Chapter 1: The Golden Arrival Timeline: Present — The beginning of (Y/N) and the children’s journey in Asgard.

The Bifrost felt like flying through a kaleidoscope—colors twisting and dancing so brilliantly that (Y/N) had to squeeze her eyes shut. When it stopped, the world stilled so abruptly it almost startled her. With her feet finally on solid ground, she opened her eyes and blinked into the light.

Asgard.

It stretched before her in surreal beauty—golden towers glinting in the sun, skies impossibly blue, and a crystalline bridge beneath her feet that stretched endlessly into the horizon. (Y/N) felt the weight of the moment and instinctively rested a hand on her bump, steadying herself.

“Mom, look!” Theo, her youngest, bolted to the edge of the Bifrost. At four years old, he was all curls and energy, eyes wide with wonder. “It’s a rainbow road! Does it go forever?”

“Don’t fall off!” Liam barked, his voice bearing the same exasperated authority he used whenever Theo got too close to trouble. At eight, Liam had an uncanny resemblance to his father—green eyes sharp, raven hair constantly falling into his face. He was doing his best to act unimpressed, but the way he studied their surroundings betrayed his fascination.

Elise, her quiet middle child at six, lingered at (Y/N)’s side, gripping the hem of her coat. “It’s so bright here,” she whispered, squinting at the endless expanse of Asgard. Elise, with her pale blonde hair and calm gray eyes, had always been the shyest of the three—a quiet observer in a family full of energy and wit.

(Y/N) smiled gently and squeezed Elise’s hand. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else.

“Lady (Y/N).”

The voice—deep, resonant, and commanding—made her turn. Heimdall. He was exactly as Loki had described him: towering, golden-armored, and sharp-eyed, as though he could see every hidden secret she carried. And perhaps he could. (Y/N) found herself straightening slightly, her instinct to protectively rest her hand on her bump.

“Welcome to Asgard,” Heimdall greeted. His gaze lingered on her for a moment before flicking to the children. “And welcome, young ones. You are expected.”

“Aunt Jane!” Theo’s delighted shout cut through the formality as Jane Foster came bounding toward them, her silver gown billowing as she ran.

“Theo!” Jane crouched just in time for Theo to slam into her arms, giggling loudly. “Oh, I missed you so much, kiddo.”

“Aunt Jane!” Elise echoed, though softer. Her small smile grew when Jane extended a hand, gently drawing her into the hug.

“Liam,” Jane said knowingly, arching a brow as she stood to face him. “Are you too cool for hugs now?”

Liam’s stoic expression faltered just enough for him to sigh and mutter, “Fine.” Jane laughed, ruffling his hair, much to his chagrin.

(Y/N) watched the reunion fondly, her earlier nerves easing as Jane turned to her with a grin. “You made it!”

“Of course we did,” (Y/N) replied with a breathy chuckle, letting Jane pull her into a hug. “We couldn’t miss this.”

Jane stepped back, her smile softening when her eyes landed on (Y/N)’s bump. “And how are you holding up, Mama? Any trouble from this little one?”

“Not much,” (Y/N) replied, rubbing her belly with a small smile. “Just restless. Like their dad.”

Jane smirked knowingly. “Sounds about right. He’s already counting the minutes until he can come find you here.”

(Y/N)’s chest tightened. She could still feel Loki’s presence like a warmth at the edge of her thoughts—his whispered promises of “Soon, my love. I will be there soon.” He had hated leaving her, eyes full of regret as he kissed her goodbye for the thousandth time. Loki never left her without speaking first, without holding her and reminding her of just how much she meant to him.

“Did Thor send you?” (Y/N) asked, clearing her throat as Jane linked her arm through hers.

“Oh, you know Thor,” Jane teased, rolling her eyes as they began walking toward the city. “He wanted to come, but he’s tied up with last-minute wedding details. You’ll see him soon enough.”

(Y/N) exhaled slowly, letting her eyes drift back to the children, who were now trailing behind—Theo bouncing excitedly at the sight of every new shimmer of light, Liam muttering complaints about him, and Elise sticking close to Liam as though he were her anchor.

Loki had told her once that Asgard was grand. That it was cold, in its way, and distant, but that its beauty could take your breath away. He hadn’t lied.

And yet, as (Y/N) looked around, she felt something else: a spark of belonging. The city might be gilded and intimidating, but her children’s laughter echoed through the air, and Jane’s presence grounded her.

She had promised Loki she would be brave. That she wouldn’t let herself feel alone.

“I’ll be with you soon,” Loki had whispered against her temple. “But until then, let Asgard see the woman who has my heart.”

(Y/N) smiled softly as the golden towers of the city grew closer.

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Series Name: “Of Chaos and Quiet Moments”

Series Explanation: After his 2012 attack on Earth, Loki’s punishment is to serve Midgard through acts of charity—a fate he tolerates begrudgingly at best. Under the supervision of Jane Foster’s friend, (Y/N), a chief pediatric surgery, Loki finds himself volunteering in a hospital’s children’s ward. Over time, mischief gives way to something unexpected: love, family, and a life he never imagined.

Now, years later, (Y/N) and their children travel to Asgard for Thor and Jane’s wedding. Loki, ever the distant prince, hasn’t shared much about this life with his Asgardian roots—not out of secrecy, but out of sheer indifference. But as (Y/N) and their children arrive in Asgard, the threads of their story begin to weave together through scattered memories: stolen moments, quiet love, and, of course, a little chaos.

Told through out-of-order chapters, “Of Chaos and Quiet Moments” unravels a story of redemption, love, and the life Loki built in spite of all those who discounted him.

Invitation for Readers: This is an ongoing series, and I’d love to hear from you! If you have ideas for chapters—whether it’s heartwarming memories, chaotic hospital antics, or dramatic Asgardian reveals—send them my way. Your idea might inspire the next chapter!

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