Could you do some Loki x childfree reader headcanons? Specifically, where the reader is an afab Vanir as a childfree woman, I'm curious to see how he'd react. Pls and thank you.
Ooh! Love it. Thank you for the request! Its my first one and I was so excited to write it. I'm so sorry if I veered off topic or if this isn't what you meant. I've also never done a headcannon so, I sincerely hope it is a little something like what you were wanting. <33
(P.s. I kinda sorta built a whole story around it)
Childfree vanir!reader:Loki Laufeyson headcannons
• He mocks the very idea of purity and love; ergo fertility and family. He's been jaded in that department. Anywhere and everywhere he turns hes searching for that validation and acceptance. A welcoming. That's why when he hasn't received any of that, where he doesn't see a space to fit, for him. he carves out a place for himself to fit.
• So when you come along, the symbol of wisdom, fertility, and all knowing, he snickers. He pushes u aside as just like the rest.
• That is until... he sees you in the garden. Standing there in a white flowing dress with gold accents, looking every bit the symbol of ethereal you were, picking out dainty flowers to put in the small children's hair, that ran circles around your feet. Sat calmly on the edge of the fountain in the center of the garden you just laughed at the antics of the little girls playing in the flower bed.
• Loki loathed the sight. Too picture perfect for his taste. He didn't even want to come closer but still something pulled him forward. He was intrigued. He could admit that much to himself. He'd never been this close to someone of your status. All of them much too weary of the dark prince of asgard.
• But not you. You. Praised for your patience and wisdom of all to come, sat there unflinching. Carless. Though, not in the same way he was.
• And as the children scattered away at his oncoming presence, you remained. Finishing a braid on a small blonde girl's hair. She too took off as soon as she could.
• Loki approached you with all the cockiness a dark prince should. After a beat or two of you simply looking up at him, he just blunts out "...Aren't you going to run off too?" Brows quirked in confusion.
• You simply lean back on your hands and breathe out "I see no reason to run, my dear prince."
• His breath stuttered. The reason? Unbeknownst to him. But u still represented everything he resented. So instead, he scoffs.
• "Of course, because you see all." It was more condescension than praise but you responded as if it were an honor. Benevolently. With a slight bow of your head.
• "And which of the little creatures have you brought with you on this joyous occasion?" Loki asks with a wave of his hand, gesturing to the Soiree of sorts going on inside, not 30 feet from them. Sarcasm seeping throughout every word and movement, like watercolor on paper.
• This little smirk appears on your face and it's the only indication of the giggles that burst from your lips. "What makes you think one of those 'creatures' are mine?"
• He feels taken aback. "Are you not one of the dear varin? Peace fertility and all that.." he finishes his tone nearing disgust just at the mention.
• You shake your head, the rest of the giggles still dissipating as you leaned forward to say, "well I hate to disappoint you prince loki, since you admire our values so, but I've yet to bare a child."
• Loki was confused to say the least. Were you....maybe, like him? Someone who was only kept around for one purpose, only to go against that one purpose. Trying to be more. Wanting to be anymore than that.
• "What?" You chuckled, waiting as loki continued to stare off, lost in thought. He hummed to himself, "...peculiar little thing."
• "Uhh...thank you?" You nervously laughed. "So...you choose to be around those...things." he says snapping out of whatever trance he was in, sitting next to you. You let out something between a scoff and laugh of surprise. "They're children, your grace, they don't bite." You teased as you shook your head at his ways.
• The scary, ruthless, dark prince of asgard...was he...different? Yes. But ruthless? You couldn't even imagine it. You saw innocence everywhere you looked.
• "Just loki." He said shaking off the royal title like it had insulted him. "Loki." You repeated with a soft smile, correcting yourself for his comfort. And simply out of respect.
• "And what do I call you, oh wise one?" He said with more sarcasm but this time, lighthearted. "...Freya. you can call me Freya, dear frightful dark prince of asgard." You say sprouting another giggle.
• And there in lies the beginning of an unlikely friendship. And maybe even more....
I hope you like it! I may have gone a little overboard. Especially for a headcannon, lol.
I'd love to hear whatchya think! 💚
Reblogs, comments, and likes are of course appreciated <3
Love it <3
Awh, thank you sm!
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I actually really liked the dynamic here and was thinking about writing a whole one shot and/or series based off it...👀
Pls do! Would love to read more. ^w^
