Somewhere between headcanons and a fanfiction, written in 2022
Content warnings: reader regresses to baby age and uses bottles: suggestion of abuse or a bad home situation that reader is escaping: reader does not give consent for Loki to help them at first, but he does anyways: anxiety attack
part of Stark Tower is set aside as subsidized housing under the Martha Charity Foundation, and you’ve been chosen to live there
some people would be excited to live in the same building as the Avengers, but they’re twenty floors away and never pass through, so it’s a novelty that quickly wears off
the apartment is nice, and safe, and yours, but it’s also a bit lonely
you usually regress in the bedroom, curled up with a bottle, a stuffie, and your laptop
one evening you’re tiny and you run out of milk!
you reluctantly waddle to the kitchen to get more, and are very surprised to see a black cat in your living room, which freezes when it sees you
the cat doesn’t come closer, but it lets you approach: it seems almost offended when you offer your hand to sniff, but leans into your hands when you pet its head and ears
you spend the rest of the evening with the cat, happily babbling and learning which parts the cat doesn’t want you to touch (paws and belly are off-limits but everything else seems okay)
eventually you fall asleep, and when you wake up the cat is gone...
-(continued under ‘keep reading’)
the cat returns a few days later, showing up without warning in your kitchen
it mostly visits when you’re regressing, but sometimes comes to sit on the couch while you’re watching TV
it’s a very strange cat: aside from its mysterious comings-and-goings, it never purrs, although it seems to enjoy the pets
it also refuses to sit on your lap or eat any of the treats you bought for it, simply sitting or lying beside you and biting your hand if you stop petting it
you simply call your new friend kitty, unsure if the cat belongs to another inhabitant
one day, you catch it jumping and hooking the door handle to let itself out of your apartment, which assuages your secret fear that the cat was a hallucination
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it all comes to a head when a person from your past comes knocking on your door when you’re regressing with kitty
you don’t know how they found you, but you curl up and wait for them to leave, but they start yelling through the door and you can’t block them out
suddenly, your cat runs into the hallway and you hear a stranger with an accent firmly telling the person to leave now before things escalate
it seems to work, because the banging and yelling stops, but you’re still lost and confused and where is your cat?
you crawl into the hallway and stop, shocked: there’s a man standing in your apartment, a familiar man, you saw him on the news, isn’t he the one who was fighting the Avengers last year?
he turns and sees you and his eyes widen: a second later, there’s a familiar cat in his place, with bright green eyes and they’re the same eyes-
a moment later, the man is back, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a rueful smile
“that was a bit too late, wasn’t it? I don’t suppose I could convince you not to tell the Avengers?”
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and that’s how you learn that Loki has been sneaking out of his prison cell in Stark Tower to wander the city in feline form, and that means that your cat is actually a god and you are too tired to process this
“there are worse enemies than the Avengers,” Loki says, when you ask why he doesn’t just escape properly
when you’ve calmed down a bit, Loki asks if he can keep visiting you, especially when you’re regressed
the reminder that a stranger has been there for something so embarrassing has you panicking again, but Loki assures you that it’s charming, and not unusual in Asgard
finally you give in, and Loki becomes your caregiver
he’s still more comfortable with physical affection in his feline form, but he’ll stretch back to human to refill your bottles and fetch snacks
sometimes he even becomes a panther, curling around you and forming a warm nest of fur for you to sleep in
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word count: 500
pairing: caregiver!mama!Loki x little!reader
(loki uses she/her here ☺️)
summary: your mama helps you pick out your first ever pacifier.
cws: none that i can think of except for tooth rotting fluff! please let me know if something needs to be listed. /gen
a/n: hi guys! long time no see! i've been reading some neil gaiman books recently and it's been inspiring me.
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"Alright darling," Mama gestured to the coffee table in front of her that was absolutely full of pacifiers. "All of your options are right here."
There were greens and blues and purples. Reds, and oranges, pinks and yellows, too. Some of the pacis had polka dots and some were plain. A few had pretty decorations. Some even had rainbow squiggles, too!
It was a wonderful sea of colors that captured your little mind. Nothing else mattered. Just you and Mama and...
THE ARRAY OF PACIFIERS SHE MADE APPEAR OUT OF THIN AIR!
You still couldn't believe it...
How did Mama do that?!
"Spark?"
Your wide eyes moved towards the sound of Mama's voice.
"Honed in on the pacifiers, are we?" Loki chuckled.
"Mhm!"
You liked the sparkle in Mama's eyes. It reminded you of bright, shining stars and the twinkle lights in your bedroom. It meant she was happy, and you liked when your Mama was happy.
"Which of these lovely pacifiers makes you want to squeaaaal in delight?" Your mama suddenly tickled you while she spoke, enunciating her words.
You giggled and giggled.
And giggled and giggled some more.
"I don't-" you stopped and let out a breathy laugh. "Don knoooow, mama! Too hard!"
Your mama finally relented. "Ooh, I understand that. When I ascended the throne to Asgard, I had to choose between allllll of these wonderfully colorful garments and jewelry I-"
You stared at Loki, your lips slightly ajar and your brows furrowed tightly. Your adorable face blatantly had confusion written all over it.
Your mama shook her head softly. "Nevermind that, moving on! Let's see here..." Her eyes scanned the pacifier filled coffee table. "How about this one here, with the cute little turtle on it?"
You shook your head and scrunched your face.
"No? Alright...hmmm." She paused a moment to think. "Oh! How about this one with the-"
You stuck out your tongue. "Blagghhh."
"No problem, darling." Loki threw it swiftly behind her. "Definitely not that one, then- OH!"
Your beautiful eyes were wide and practically glowing. If life was a cartoon, you'd have hearts for eyes.
"OoOooOOO!" you exclaimed in intrigue.
The pacifier with which your eyes were glued on had your favorite animal on it and it was your favorite color! It was so very, very perfect.
"Aha! We've found your match, baby darling." She held it up closer to you. All you could do was stare in amazement.
Finally, a pacifier to call your own. One that'll make you feel content and happy. One that'll make you feel like the most special baby in the whole wide world. No! The universe! A special pacifier for the most special baby in the whole wide universe!
"Mine!" You snatched it and all your Mama could do was grin excitedly.
"Yes, pumpkin, it's all yours."
You quickly slid it into your mouth and slammed your body against Loki, wrapping your arms tightly around her. Your words were less English and more like cute mumbles that Mama just adored. "Thank you, thank you, Mama!"
She laid her head gently atop yours. "Anything for my little one."
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summary: After a hard mission, Loki helps you to wind down.
content warnings: none
word count: ~900
You collapsed dramatically onto the bed in a heap, laying your head back. The blinds behind had been shut tight this morning, now having fluttered open just enough for a patch of sun to shine right in your face.
After a few seconds, you opened your eyes, squinting as you sat up against the headboard you were still slouched against.
Loki’s expression softened at the sight of your antics. “Are you small?”
You mumbled unintelligibly in response, which was plenty answer enough.
Loki came closer, and you started to fold your arms, playing with your sleeves and automatically bringing a hand up towards your mouth.
Loki tutted and quickly took your hands in his to deter you, green seidr flicking over the surface, cleaning your hands of dirt and grime.
“Hey bug, you’re all dirty.”
Your eyes lit up at the sight of the green energy, instantly distracted. You were always enamored by Loki’s seidr, the awe you felt only increasing exponentially when you were regressed like now.
You knew he made it sparkle brightly more than necessary just because you liked it.
Said (now clean) hand went into your mouth this time, your thumb slipping in and the rest of your fingers curling to the side to rest them comfortably. You looked up at him, blinking and hiding a yawn behind your hand.
“Tired, little one?”
You nodded emphatically, knowing he meant to imply a nap, which always meant cuddles (if you wanted them). You were exhausted, though in no mood to actually sleep.
Loki hummed. “We should get you cleaned up first.”
You whined, shaking your head. You lifted up your hands slightly, well hand singular, because one was staying in your mouth.
Loki’s only response was to raise an eyebrow.
You look pointedly at your hands again. “Seether.” You frowned at the mispronunciation, further muffled by your fingers, then pouted as Loki’s expression remained unchanged despite the fact that he clearly understood your meaning.
You wanted him to use his seidr instead of taking an actual bath.
“It’s not the same; don’t you want that oil and slime out of your hair?”
“Nu uh. Water feel icky.” You shook your head, feeling tears well up in your eyes. You weren’t trying to be dramatic, and you didn’t want to cry, but the thought of getting water in your hair and by your ears was too much to bear at that moment.
Loki looked at you carefully, seeing your expression. After thinking for a moment, he seemed to come to a decision.
“How about we watch a movie instead? And you can finish cleaning up after a nap, hm?”
You sniffed. “Okay…”
You agreed easily, feeling confident because you knew a movie was even better than a nap– you would get to cuddle and you knew you wouldn't fall asleep while the television was on.
You sat up fully, pushing yourself up with one hand to shift off of the bed. You were still in your work clothes, so you immediately turned back around, tugging at your button-up shirt. The pout and the pleading in your expression told Loki all he needed to know.
Loki chuckled almost silently, more of a fond smile, but he still granted your request, a quick flash of seidr washing over you to change your wrinkled and stained work clothes to soft pajamas.
Kneeling on the ground by the television, you struggled to pull out from underneath the television set a heavy wooden chest. With one hand, it was difficult, but it felt lighter than normal…
You stopped, and saw it shift without your hand touching it and you looked back at Loki to see him looking away in an exaggerated nonchalant way. It made you grin, having caught him.
Your mood immediately brightened further at the sight that greeted you as you opened the lid. Inside were rows and rows of brightly colored VHS tapes, with several more stacked sideways on top, along with a few DVDs mixed in.
It only took you a few seconds to make your choice, picking one of your favorites.
When you turned around, Loki had your favorite stuffed toy in hand, a bright orange plush tiger, and several pillows and blankets arranged on the floor. He moved down to the floor, in front of the television, patting the space beside him.
You held out the plastic case so he could see the movie with smiling dinosaurs on the cover, before you plopped down beside him. Loki accepted it and the case clicked as he opened it and he pulled the tape out.
The routine was familiar as he got up to load the tape into the video player, with this movie in particular even, having watched it again and again with you without complaint.
Soon the movie was playing and Loki sat back down.
“Alright, c’here bug.”
You happily snuggled into him sideways, pulling your blanket and tiger plush with you. The blanket bunched up, but Loki pulled it, ruffling it out until it laid smoothly over you.
You murmured a ‘thank you’ from behind your hand, settling in comfortably, and Loki rested an arm around your back.
Before long you were enthralled by the television, the world around you melting away until the only sensations you focused on were the bright color and sounds of the movie, the soft fur of your plushie, and the warm steadiness of your caregiver.
