Hey ! Can you write one of those Fics where Loki finds out about the pregnancy and is ecstatic.
🌙✨Thanks for the request! This one made me smile the whole time I wrote it—hope you love soft, excited Loki as much as I do 💚
Title: The Stars Are Ours Now
Summary:
Y/N has been keeping a secret, not out of fear—but out of reverence. When she finally tells Loki that he’s going to be a father, he doesn't just react with love… he reacts with awe, laughter, and a joy so bright it feels like magic. Because for Loki, this isn’t just about becoming a parent—it’s about becoming whole.
Warnings:
Pregnancy reveal, softness, Loki being beyond ecstatic, gentle tears, implied trauma healing, established relationship, fluff, emotional intimacy, magic, found family, happy crying.
You didn’t plan on hiding it.
Not really.
You just… wanted the moment to feel right.
Because it wasn’t something you wanted to blurt out.
It wasn’t something that deserved to be rushed or tangled up in casual timing.
This was Loki.
And you were carrying his child.
That wasn’t news you gave over breakfast.
It was news you gave with trembling hands, soft eyes, and the kind of breathless wonder that echoed the way he had changed your world.
It had been almost two weeks since you’d found out.
The test was still tucked safely into a small carved box—one Loki had gifted you months ago, lined with velvet and tiny celestial runes.
You hadn't touched it.
You’d barely even opened it since.
As if looking too long might shatter the truth.
But you could feel it.
The quiet shift. The warmth in your chest. The way your body felt… not like your own, but more important somehow. Sacred.
And tonight—tonight, he was coming home.
You sat on the edge of your shared bed, the small box in your lap, legs bouncing slightly despite your effort to appear calm.
The fireplace crackled low.
Outside the windows, the moon rose slow and full, like it knew something holy was about to happen.
You barely heard the sound of his magic on the air before the doors opened—before he swept into the room like dusk and gold and spring air.
“Darling,” he breathed, relief pouring from his voice as his eyes landed on you. “There you are.”
He was already smiling. Already shedding his cloak as he crossed to you. Already reaching, arms wrapping around your shoulders as he leaned down to kiss the crown of your head.
“I missed you more than I can begin to—”
He stopped. Paused.
You hadn’t returned the hug.
Not out of fear.
But because your hands were still clutching the box.
He pulled back slightly, brow furrowing. “Are you alright?”
“I… have something for you.”
His eyes flickered with concern, then curiosity, and finally—calm affection.
He sat beside you. “What is it?”
You held it out with both hands. “Just… open it slowly, okay?”
He took it gently. Reverently, even.
He always handled your gifts like they were sacred.
The lid opened.
His eyes dropped.
And time seemed to stop.
There was no explosion of expression.
No immediate reaction.
Just stillness.
A stillness so pure it made the room hold its breath.
The pregnancy test sat nestled inside, its two lines clear and unwavering.
Loki stared.
Not like a man in disbelief.
But like a man witnessing the divine.
“…Is this…?”
You nodded, your voice barely there. “Yes.”
Another long pause.
Then his hand came to his mouth, covering it.
Then his shoulders trembled—just once.
And a sound bubbled out of him that you’d never heard before.
A laugh.
Not loud or wild.
But weightless.
Joyful.
Disbelieving.
“Stars above…” he breathed, setting the box down with the utmost care. “We’re going to have a child.”
You blinked. “You’re not upset?”
“Upset?” His eyes snapped to yours—glassy, awestruck. “I’m ecstatic. I… I don’t have the words.”
You exhaled, the tension you didn’t realize you’d been holding spilling out in a rush.
Loki stood and immediately pulled you into his chest, lifting you off your feet like you were lighter than the moonlight pouring in.
“I didn’t know how to tell you,” you whispered into his shoulder. “I didn’t want to overwhelm you, or—”
“You are the only overwhelming thing I will ever welcome with open arms,” he murmured, pulling back to cup your cheeks. “You carry my child. You honor me with this.”
His voice cracked.
“I thought I would live a thousand years alone, believing myself too broken to ever hold something so whole. But this—this is everything I didn’t dare ask for.”
You both sank back onto the bed, hands tangled, foreheads pressed together.
Loki rested his hand gently over your belly, eyes wide with wonder.
“There’s a life in there,” he whispered.
You nodded, tearful.
“Our life.”
“I will guard them with all that I am,” he promised. “They will never know a moment without love.”
You smiled. “They’re going to have a dramatic, overprotective father, aren’t they?”
He smirked. “Dramatic? Perhaps. But I make no apology for protection.”
You leaned into him. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
Later that night, long after he’d finished pressing soft kisses to your skin and whispering secrets in Old Norse to your stomach, you found him standing near the balcony doors.
He was barefoot. Shirt half-unbuttoned. Hair loose around his shoulders.
And he was crying.
Quietly.
When you reached him, his arm immediately wrapped around you, drawing you into his side.
“I’m not sad,” he murmured. “I’m just… I never thought I’d be allowed this.”
You leaned your head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. Steady. Alive.
“You don’t have to earn happiness, Loki,” you whispered. “You just have to let yourself keep it.”
He kissed the top of your head.
“I intend to keep you. Both of you. For as long as the stars exist.”
Summary: You are spending a perfect evening with your two daughters and your husband.
Pairing: Husband Loki x female reader
Word count: 1003
Warnings: Long illness, death.
A/N: I had this one in mind for a year now. It was inspired by the chorus of Face the Music by Louis Tomlison. Every time that I think about it, it's breaking my heart, but I hope you will like it.
It felt like it had been the hundred times that you were watching Moana. Your daughter loved the movie so much that it was the only one that she would watch. You thought that it was only a phase at three years old, but apparently, it wasn't. You didn't really mind loving the movie yourself, and you would watch it a thousand times more if that meant that you had one more day with her every time that you did.
You were looking at your daughter, who was a bit too close to the screen for your liking, but you let her do it. You wanted a nice evening with everybody smiling. She was singing the Maui song. It made you smile. She knew the lyrics by heart now, and you sang with her.
Your youngest daughter was fast asleep against your chest. You could feel her little body moving slowly every time she was taking a breath. It was the most relaxing thing that you have ever experienced. Having someone trust you like this. You wished you could have stayed forever in the arms of your husband, watching your daughters.
You put slowly Esmeralda in her bed, trying not to wake her up. You knew that even deep sleeping like she was, there was still a fifty fifty per cent chance that she would wake up as soon as she wasn't feeling your heat. It never happened with Daisy, your older daughter, so you cherished it even more. You went back to Daisy's room to finish to read her the story that you started the day before. You were on one side of the bed while Loki was on the other side. You always sandwiched her for her to know that you will both always be here for her. It also helped that your daughter was small enough to still love spending time with both of you without being ashamed.
"Mommy, can you stay with me until I fall asleep?"
"Of course, baby."
She moved to hug you. You kept her close to you, caressing her hair.
"I love you so so much, baby. Always remember that. Sleep well."
You kissed her head, letting her fall asleep while Loki moved to take a picture. He was taking a lot recently, wanting the memories for your girls to be passed later.
After you were sure that Daisy wouldn't wake up, you decided to have some time alone with your husband. You loved having Loki for yourself. It might have been a bit selfish, but you love spending time alone. You loved not to share him with anybody and have his full attention.
You were dancing slowly into Loki's arms. He saw how tired you were. He would have wanted to put a faster tempo to see you smile while doing childish dance moves, but it wasn't the time. You went out yesterday with your daughters. You didn’t do too much, but he knew that it still tired you even if you were pretending it wasn't the case. He was thinking that he should have stopped you and that you should have stayed home, but he knew you too well. You wanted to make memories with your children, and it had been a long time since you got out as a family, especially with the cold outside.
This is why he knew what time it was. It was time for you to rest soon so he would enjoy having this special moment with you. You had your head on his chest while he was swinging you slowly at the rhythm of your song. It was the song that made you realise how much you loved your husband who was just a friend at the time. You decided that you didn't want to wait longer and kissed him right on the dancefloor where you were sharing a friendly dance. After this, it became your song and your dance, being the first one at your wedding.
You were now in bed in the arms of your husband. You wished you could have Daisy and Esmeralda against you, but you knew that it might not be a good idea. You were so tired. You were facing Loki, wanting to see his face until you closed your eyes. You were having a simple conversation like you had thousands and thousands of times.
"I love you so much, Loki. I couldn't have imagined a better father for our girls or a better husband. You deserve to be loved and so much more."
He was looking at you with so much love. It hurt to know that soon, things will change.
"I got everything that I ever wanted. You gave me your love and the family that I dreamed of. I love you so much. I will always love you."
"You deserve to be happy."
"I am happy. I would not change what we have for anything in the world. Not even the last year. Spending time with you and our daughters is all I ever needed."
You looked at him, tears rolling on your cheeks. He knew that you felt guilty.
"I don't want to leave you. I don't want to go."
He removed the tears before kissing you soflty.
"I know my love, I know, but you fought bravely. We will be alright. You can sleep now."
"Alright, but just for a little bit."
He hugged you tighter. He looked at you close your eyes. After a few minutes, he stopped his breathing alongside yours. He hoped that he would feel your chest move one more time. He didn't. He kept his breath cut for a few more seconds before letting the air enter his lungs again. He wished he could be with you. He would probably be if he could, but you had two beautiful daughters that needed him. Two jewels that you gave him and that he needed to make shine. He kept you against him, smelling your hair and kissing you one last time.
Ok so here is the request… so Loki and reader had a baby and recovery and life with the baby is going really well. All super fluffy and adorable! Loki has made it clear with the constant cuddles and little touches that he misses making love to her. Her reactions show that she does too but she is very nervous about it after birth. After the appointment where she is cleared she tells Loki how she wants too she’s just nervous that it won’t be as good for him anymore. Loki being Loki decides to make a very special night for her to show her that there truly is nothing to worry about. He has no intention on doing anything until she is 100% ready (consent is sexy af) and after feeling all the love he has given her she no longer is nervous. So super tender fluffy smut maybe??? Sorry if the request is lengthy 😅 but it’s something I have been thinking about since I’m on bed rest… If you don’t like it that’s totally fine and it won’t hurt my feelings at all! 🥰
This is such a cute request and I hope you'll like this 🥰 I tried to make it as fluffy as possible.
"Are you missing dada baby? He'll be back soon" you cooed at your newborn and your princess let out the cutest sound you have ever heard, your heart beat sped as you rocked the little bundle of joy in your arms. You were trying to make her fall asleep, you saw your gynaec yesterday and she finally cleared you to have sex with your husband. The last few weeks have been hard for both of you, not just him. You missed having him inside you like that and the way he has been so clingy to you, you knew how much he was missing it too.
Loki has been nothing but supportive of you, ever since you met him, he always uplifted you, you remembered the day you told him that you both were having a baby, his eyes teared up and then couldn't hold it back, he cried as he clutched onto you, a baby, he had made a baby with you and he couldn't have gotten more blessed than this.
As she finally slept, you placed her in her crib and got yourself ready for the night, you shaved everywhere and showered, put on a two layered nightgown and waited for him to return from a meeting at the tower.
When he came back he showered too and went to see the princess, he didn't want to wake her up so he came back to you soon after, he kissed you softly and looked at the sexy attire you had on, you told him yesterday about what your doctor said and he was over the moon.
"She's sleeping, it's a miracle" you chuckled as he said that, you felt overly nervous, before becoming a mother you felt confident about your body, the confidence that loki built in you because of how sweet he was with you, he absolutely thoroughly worshiped you but now you felt like that shy insecure girl again. Your body had changed after pregnancy, you had put on extra weight, your breasts felt saggy due to the breast feeding, your stomach has turned a lot softer and you didn't even want to think about your vagina, what if it feels different for him? What if he isn't as attracted to you as he used to be ? He was nothing but supportive, he'd never hurt you like that but the fear still plagued your mind.
"I know that look, stop overthinking my love" he untied the strings of the robe and pulled it down from your shoulders slowly, his lips latched onto your neck, he was so enamored by you, he has been since met you, you became his whole world and now you had given him a princess, the day his daughter was born he was the happiest man on earth. He wanted to show you tonight how much he adored his wife, how much he loved you. In case you had a doubt.
"I'm just nervous" you smiled but your eyes teared up with an overflowing bundle of emotions in your head.
"I know..but it's me hmm? Your husband, the man who loves you, the man who just wants to worship you, my goddess you are beautiful. My love for you and my lust towards this voluptuous body of yours has only grown in the last few months, I thought I made it very clear with all the touching" he mumbled softly and you smiled again, his words soothed the worries you had in your mind. But he knew his wife, he knew he'd have to show you how badly he wanted to stay snuggled around you, how his cock ached to be surrounded by your warmth, words won't be enough tonight.
He unzipped your nightie and pulled the straps down, the sight of your bare breasts made his mouth salivate, oh he was so thirsty for you and he was going to have his fill. They looked different than before, but norns if the sight didn't make him strain his pants painfully.
"May I?" He asked you and you bit on your lips, he cupped your breasts and you shivered, they were sore and he knew that, he wasn't going to be anything but gentle with you tonight.
"So heavy" he mumbled as his tongue took a swipe over your nipples, you threw your head back, just the sight of his lips on your breasts made you gush uncontrollably.
As he sucked on your right nipple in his mouth, you clutched your fingers around his hair, droplets of milk came out of your nipples and he looked at you with such an awestruck look in his eyes.
"This is enchanting, you're magic my love, and so fucking beautiful, norns can I ..please?" Your eyes flickered as he asked for your permission to suck the milk right from its source,
"You want to suck on my breasts? Want me to feed you the milk?" You asked him and his eyes darkened,
"When you put it like that, look how hard that made me for you" you moaned as he placed your palm on his bulge.
"Yess please" you never thought something like this would turn you on so bad but it was loki. What did you expect? Everything he did to you brought only pleasure.
You laid down on your back, the rest of the material was ripped apart by his strong hands, your panties were soaked but he didn't take them off just yet, he pumped your breasts with his hand and the milk came out in small droplets, he sucked on it hungrily and you moaned, this felt filthy but sweet at the sweet time.
"Do you like it?" You asked him as you slowly took his shirt off and he looked up at you,
"You taste so sweet my darling, you don't have to use those silly contraptions from now on, I'd happily do it from now whenever you need relief" he was referring to the breast pump, once he was done with your right breast he focused his attention on the left one, the sound of his suckles made you dampen those panties beyond belief.
"Mmm touch me while I drink from you baby, touch my cock please" you pulled his trousers down and wrapped your hand around his cock, giving him small strokes, he humped his hips into your fist, he was so desperate for you. He has longed for this moment, this was the longest he had gone without having you like this.
"Fuck baby I need you please " you whined underneath him and the sound of your whimpers made him out his head up and kiss you immediately,
"You have me love" he slid down your panties, and his fingers rubbed over your soaked drenched lips,
"Mmm spread those beautiful legs for me sweetheart, open up for me, show me your cunt" he whispered in your ear, his voice was soft but his words were nasty, a combination you have always enjoyed. You complied to his command immediately, your knees folded up and he got between them,
"Look at you, all spread out for the father of your child" you moaned as his cock rubbed against your clit,
"Hubby please, please fuck me I have waited so long" he smiled as he noticed your desperation that equally matched his,
"Tell me if it hurts or feels uncomfortable, Don't hide from me baby, okay?" He told you and you nodded, he entered you slowly and you clutched onto his hands, his fingers clasped around yours,
"Oh norns..fuck ..my sweet gorgeous wifey, you're divine..ohh yess" he mumbled as your walls wrapped around him, this is what you felt nervous about, but more or less it felt the same to you and from his reaction to having his cock inside you, your worries vanished immediately
"Goddd lo ..I have missed you inside me and..please move please" you whined again and he moved his hips back and forth slowly, his cock angled upwards to touch that sweet spot that always made your toes curl
"I love you darling, and if even for a moment you thought that I wouldn't want to ruin the mother of my child like this then I hope this proves you wrong" his placed his palm the bed, on either side of you as he leaned over you, his hips thrusted inside you slowly, the curls of his long raven hair fell on his face, so you pushed it back with your fingers and pulled him down to kiss him deeply.
"Thank you lo, god I'm the luckiest woman in the world, thank you thank you" you mumbled incoherently.
He shook his head as you said that
"Nooo you have given me everything I have ever desired in life, love, acceptance, a beautiful daughter, a family, you are everything to me my little dove, everything " your eyes teared up as he whispered softly, his pace Increased and you could feel the sensations building up in the pit of your stomach,
"I love you so much..I'm so close please" you whispered, your voice came out all strained from the mind numbing sensations you were feeling.
"Mmm i want to get you all plump and round again, fill your womb with my seed and keep you all swelled up, show everyone that you belong to me for eternity ..cum with me love..let go " you came on his command, the loud moan erupted from your throat, he growled as he felt your walls tightening around him and it milked his orgasm out of him, you felt the familiar coldness filling you up, his hips kept moving slowly as you both rode through your orgasm.
He sat back on his knees, his hand fixed his hair as his breathing leveled back to normal, he grabbed your ankles and placed them on his shoulders, then his lips placed little kisses all over your skin,
"That was so good" he smiled and pulled out as you said that, his cum seeped out of you but he used his fingers to keep them in. He went to the bathroom to clean himself up and brought a wet towel to clean you then he climbed back into the bed with you, you snuggled into him and his arm wrapped around you protectively.
He had dreamt of this life, his own little family and the day he met you he knew he had found it all, he'd never not wake up with you in his arms and feel anything less than gratitude.
Summary: the Avengers have a night out in a club and your husband gets a little drunk
A/N: reader has curly hair in this, also I myself don't have curly hair so if anything is inacurate and makes no sense just tell me and I'll fix it. Thank you and enjoy <3
A/N no. 2: I got idea for this fic after a convo with my bestie @lokislovingvalkyrie, so... here honey, enjoy
Loud pop music was booming from nearby speakers. People were going crazy on the dance floor. Colourful lights above your heads were flickering and changing hues. All this loud chaos was happening around you while you were calmly sitting at the bar drinking something sweet and nonalcoholic. Probably virgin mojito. You don't remember. Only thing you keep on your mind is how to get yourself and your godly husband home as fast as possible.
You being the introvert of the group never really enjoyed these nights out. You did have fun, yes, but only for a short time and it drained your energy quickly.
Tonight you really felt like not going, but Tony insisted on invitimg everybody, even Loki, so you had to oblige. 'Only until Anthony gets wasted and then we'll slip out, I promise darling,' Loki told you while you were getting ready.
As far as you know Tony has gotten completely sloshed after first hour of being here, and yet you still sat on your chair 1 and a half hour later, with Loki nowhere to be seen. After taking another gulp of your sweet liquid you started to twist your wedding ring on your finger to calm down. This was a big place, surely he is looking for you and can't find you among all these people.
As if on cue you felt a familiar arm wrap around your torso pulling you towards an equally familiar body. Loki was grinning from ear to ear proudly while he turned around to show you off to bunch of strangers.
"I found her! My darling! My sweet, sweet love. Look at 'er," he cupped your face with his free hand, "isn't she just the cutest? The adorablebest? The bestest human to walk the Midgardian, well, Midgard?" you knew what the heavy tongue and poor grammar meant. He was drunk. And not just tipsy, a full on drunk.
Loki however didn't care as he squeezed you to his side even more and said loudly. "This person right here! You can all see her right? Good. This! This is my wife. My lovely wifie," he buried his face in the crook of your neck and mumbled how he loved you and how you are the best wife of all the wives who ever existed.
You stroked his back. "Yes Loki, I'm your wife. You're my husband. And we need to get you home," you pulled his face from your neck and gently pulled him towards the exist.
"But da'ling, I haven't shown you to the dj yet! His sad little single heart needs to know how gorgeous my wife is!" he pouted and rambled how he needs to show the whole world the person who chose to mary him, out of their own will.
"Next time Lo," you kiss his nose, "I promise."
He lights up like a christmas tree and lets you guide him out of the bar.
You get home by taxi and try to keep Loki from falling asleep on you on your way to the Tower. When you finally get to your shared floor the only thing on your mind is getting him and yourself out of these tight, uncomfortable, formal clothes and cuddling up in your giant soft bed.
First you unzip your dress and change into your favourite sweatpants and one of Loki's t-shirts all while Loki just sits on your bed admires you.
"What?" you giggle when you notice him staring at you.
"Nothin'. Just...you. I think you're beautiful," he smiled almost dreamily at you and propped up his chin on his hands.
"Well," you walk between his spread legs and caress his hair, "you're not so bad yourself. But do you know what would make you even more beautiful? Changing out of this fancy suit to something soft and more cuddle-worthy."
He hugged you and nuzzled his face into your t-shirt. "But that would mean not having physical contact with you," he whined.
"Not if I help you," you pulled away from his embrace and kneeled down to his eye level, hands already working on his dress shirt buttons. Loki's hands are wondering around your back when you feel him pull one of your locks, stretching it for a second, then releasing it. He chuckled.
"What's so funny?" you smiled up at your adorable husband and pulled his black dress shirt down revealimg his chest.
"Nothing, nothing," he giggled. "I love your hair."
You chuckled. "Thank you, I grew it myself," you took him by his bare arms and made him stand up. When you reached for his belt he wrapped his hand around your wrists. "I can do this myself," he said and layed his head on your shoulder for support.
You nodded and let him fight with the belt buckle while you ran your hands through his wavy hair. After unfastening his belt and kicking down his pants he just stood there in his black boxers and pants around his ankles hugging you. It felt nice, being this domesticated. You never thought a god from space would ever be this casual with someone.
You raked your hand up and down his back and he purred. "This feels nice," you mumbled into his neck.
"Mhm, it would feel better if we were layed tho," he whispered back.
You wanted to ask what he meant when you felt him tighten his grip on you and falling backwards bouncing off of your shared bed.
"You are an idiot sometimes," you laughed when you sat up to take a better look at him.
"Well yes, but I am your idiot," he boobed your nose, "never forget that," he tapped his wedding band on his finger.
You smiled and touched your own ring. "Let's cuddle your idiotic highness," you pulled him up towards the pillows.
"Excelent idea my dear."
Once both of you were under the covers, your head on his chest and his arms around on your back, you sighed contently. Finally you can recharged the battery you drained on that party.
You closed your eyes and relaxed. But then, after few minutes, you felt Loki pull your hair again. He pulled, stretched as far as he could without hurting you, and released and chuckled when it bounced back. "Hehe, boink," he whispered.
You bit your lip to stop the laughter that was fighting its way out of your throat. As you expected, he took another curl between his fingers and bounced it again while saying 'boink'. He did this few more times until you couldn't anymore and bursted out laughing.
Loki smoothed out your hair and kissed the top of your head. "Sorry," he whispered into your hair.
"No, no, it's okay," you laughed and wiped the tear that leaked from your eye.
Loki twirled few curles around his finger. "You have boinky hair my dear," he chuckled and again made the curl stretch and bounce back, "boink."
Another laugh errupted from you. "But you have curly hair as well," you pointed out inbetween your chuckles.
"True, but yours is better. D'you know why?"
You shook your head.
"Because," he cupped your cheeks, "it's attached to this head, and" he kissed your forhead, "I," kiss between your eyebrows, "love," kiss on the tip of your nose, "the owner," kiss on the chin, "of this head."
You hummed. "You missed."
"Oh, apologies," he pecked your cheek lightly.
"Missed again."
Kiss on the other cheek.
"And again," you chuckled.
"Hmm, maybe third time I won't miss," he muttered and finally placed his lips on your own. Even drunk Loki was a damn good kisser.
After you separated you stared lovingly into his eyes. Loki's thumbs were caressing your cheeks. After a while exhaustion took over both of you and you nuzzled his chest again and wished him good night.
Before you fell asleep you felt him pull on the tiniest piece of hair and for the last time whisper 'boink'.
What can be a better way to start the day than waking up to the soft whispers and touches of the love of your life? Loki experiences the same with his wife. But...if only some things could always remain the way we or he wanted to!
Warnings: Overdose of Loki's love, but then angst, angst, angst!!
Read time: ~4 mins (Is this a Drabble then?)
“Shh...Sleep. It’s not time yet.”
Her softest whisper floated into his sleep-clogged mind. Wandering on the edge of dreams and reality, Loki could only manage a hum in response.
“My love,” he purred. His voice was heavier than usual and raspy. A small smile tugged on his lips as he remembered the effect it had on her.
With his eyelids still shut under the spell of Sleep, he could feel the feather-light touch of her fingers along his jawline. The warmth of her palm spread across his cheek, and he felt a beautiful sensation on his lips. The feeling of her lips on his was always his favourite of all.
Loki felt her hand glide down his neck, across his shoulder, down his arm, until they reached his palm. Once there, he relished the feeling of her fingers slipping beneath his, and intertwining with them.
“I love you, darling,” he muttered into her hair.
“I love you, too, Loki. You know that right?”
He gave a slight nod to reassure her.
“Always remember that. My love for you will never ever lessen. No matter where I am. Okay?”
He nodded again.
“You’ll never leave me, will you?” Although he wanted to sound strong, his voice came out like a scared child’s.
“Have I ever, in all these years?”
Loki detected a tiny hint of a smile in her voice. He didn’t need to open his eyes; he could feel that promising smile through every vein in his body.
But you haven’t always kept your promise.
He heard her sigh. “I know what you are thinking, Loki. I’m sorry. You know there was nothing that I could do. I had to.”
He swallowed hard. “If only I could-”
“No, love, no.”
He felt her lips caress his again.
“There was nothing that you could have done either,” she spoke softly, but he did not fail to notice the slightest way her voice quivered. “It had to happen… But I do not regret it… And neither should you.”
“I don’t know… I-”
“Shh!” A finger on his lips quietened him. “Let’s enjoy this hour while we can. Let me hug you while I can. Let me love you...before-”
A gentle knock on the door cut her voice off.
“Father? Father, it’s getting late,” a teenage boy’s voice sounded from the other side of the door, “Liv and I are ready.”
“-before that.”
The sound of her chuckle brought another smile on his lips.
“It’s time, Loki,” he heard her whisper, “open your eyes now.”
“I can’t,” a plea came out of him. “If I do I...I can’t.”
“You will never lose me, Loki. Haven’t I promised you? And haven’t I kept my promise? Hm?”
He did not answer.
“Our kids are waiting, my love. And...it’s my birthday, after all,” she cooed.
He smiled. “Happy birthday, my love! I just wish...” He shook his head. “I love you.”
“I know, Loki. I love you, too. Always have, always will.”
The boy interrupted again. “Father? Are you awake yet?”
With a deep breath, Loki finally opened his eyes.
“Good morning to you, too, Karl!” He smiled at the closed door. “Give me twenty minutes. I’ll join you.”
Turning his eyes towards the mattress, he moved his hand over the empty space beside him.
“I love you,” he whispered again before getting off the bed, and walking towards the bathroom.
Around fifteen minutes later, he emerged from his room. Two pairs of smiling eyes greeted him.
“Hey dad,” Liv gave him a quick side hug. “This suit looks great on you.”
“Father,” Karl hugged him next.
“You two don’t look so shabby yourselves!” Loki declared while pointing at them.
When Liv gave him a playful pout, and Karl narrowed his eyes at him in a mischievous way, he gave in.
“I was kidding! You both look fabulous!”
“We know, dad,” his daughter laughed.
You’re just like your mother, Liv.
“So,” Loki began in his usual charming manners, “are we all ready to go?”
“Got everything,” Karl patted a large bag that he was carrying. “Uncle Thor said he’d meet us at the graveya-...at the venue.”
“Dad,” Liv’s voice was soft, “we know you miss her a lot. We miss her, too.”
For a moment, Loki did not say anything but only looked at the floor.
“It’s her 106th birthday, isn’t it?” She asked.
“105th, sis!” Karl challenged her.
“107th, actually,” Loki corrected them both with a smile.
“I wish she could be like us...” Liv whispered. “Then we could all have...”
“Hey,” her father gently patted her back, “your mother was happy to be what she was. When I used to express the same concern, she always shushed me with a wave of her hands. ‘A lifetime is what matters, not the lifespan’, she used to say. Her mortality never stopped her from being happy or keeping me or any of you happy. And...she’s happy now as well.”
Wearing a sad smile, Karl nodded, “I hope she is!”
Loki inhaled deeply, and smiled as he assured him, “Trust me, I know she is.”
Summary: Reader is with child and Loki is worried that his child is bound to be like him, a Frost Giant. Loki is constantly having second thoughts about their life together and Reader has to reassure him that she will love him regardless.
Warnings: coarse language/mentions of pregnancy/self-doubt/sad Loki
Word Count: 1615
*NOT MY GIF*
“Thor?” you called out to your brother-in-law, “Thor? Are you in here?”
“Y/N? That you?” you heard Thor’s gruff voice as you walked into the corridor.
“There you are,” you sighed upon seeing your brother-in-law stuffing his face with grapes, nuts, and ale.
“Why’re you looking for me?” he asked as he sipped his cup, “And where’s Loki? Shouldn’t he be hovering over you?”
“I was just going to ask you the same thing,” you explained, “I can’t find him anywhere”
“Well I’m sure he couldn’t have gone far,” Thor shrugged, “Especially with your,” he gestured to your extremely swollen belly, “condition.” He awkwardly cleared his throat.
You chuckled, “You know it’s not a crime to say the word pregnant. It’s certainly no secret either.” Your hands cradling your bump.
Thor laughed as he finished off a bundle of grapes, “I suppose not.”
“I’m worried about him,” Thor gave you a puzzled look, “Loki,” he nodded, “He’s been so distant since I’ve started my third trimester. I thought maybe it was just the nerves but he’s hardly ever around anymore. And every time I try to bring up the baby, he’s so quick to change the subject. He isn’t having second thoughts, is he? Thor, has he told you anything?”
“What? No,” Thor answered, “Believe me, I would’ve told you. I have no idea why he’s acting like that. Maybe it really is just nerves, Y/N.”
You shook your head, “I’m not so sure.”
Thor pondered for a moment before his eyes all but lit up, “I know who you should talk to! Mum! Nobody knows Loki better than she does. Well, besides you but seeing as that’s not really an option.”
You laughed, “Good idea. Do you know where she is?”
“Usually by this time, she’s in the gardens,” he dusted off his hands before tossing back his goblet, “Here,” he extended his arm, “I’ll take you to her.”
“Thor, it’s alright, I can find her myself-”
“Nonsense,” he cut you off, “In your state, you should always have a proper escort.”
You rolled your eyes, “Whatever you say.”
Thor and you walked through the halls of the palace, greeting people as you passed.
“Prince Thor, Princess Y/N,” one of the kitchen girls curtsied as you passed.
“Princess,” you chuckled under your breath, “Still doesn’t sound normal, no matter how many times someone calls me it.”
“You get used to it,” Thor smirked.
“Says the boy who was raised to be future king,” you teased.
Thor shrugged, “It’s not that big of a deal.”
You scoffed as you entered the gardens, “Keep telling yourself that, Your Majesty.”
Thor chuckled as you found Queen Frigga near one of the reflecting pools, scattering flower petals in the bright blue water.
“Hello, Mother,” Thor greeted.
Her eyes shot up from the water, “Thor,” she smiled, kissing her son’s cheek, “Y/N,” she hugged you, “My, look at you. You’re glowing, my dear.”
You blushed, “Thank you, Your Grace.”
She giggled, “No need for such formalities, love. Especially when it’s just family. So, please, call me Frigga.”
You nodded, smiling. Thor cleared his throat, “Mother, have you seen Loki? Y/N and I have tried but we just can’t seem to find him anywhere.”
“Sounds like he really doesn’t want to be found then if he’s hiding from Y/N,” she answered.
“So, he is hiding from me?” you asked.
She sighed, placing her hand on my shoulder, “Loki, no matter how hard he tries to hide it or convince others, is an extremely perceptive person. And he is one of the harshest over-thinkers I have ever known.”
“Mother, what’re you talking about?” Thor interjected.
“He’s avoiding Y/N because he’s scared. Of what? I’m not completely sure. But I know it has to be something quite serious for him to be acting this way.”
You let out a shaky breath, “I just wish he’d let me talk to him. Or at least, ask him why he’s acting this way. But, obviously, he doesn’t want to be found so might as well just drop it then.”
“Y/N-” Thor reached out for you.
“No,” you backed away from his touch, “I’m sorry. I just need to rest, I think. I’ll be in my bed chambers if anyone needs me.”
You sped off as fast as you could, ignoring the calls from Thor and Frigga as you made your way to you and Loki’s bed chambers. You had almost forgotten you shared them until you set your eyes on the emerald silk sheets that adorned your bed. You couldn’t bear to look at the place that you had shared so many special moments with Loki so you left the room, heading down the hall. Taking a left as you expected to enter what was going to be your child’s future nursery, finding a quiet place to be alone. Not at all expecting to find Loki there, him looking just as surprised to see you.
“Oh,” you swallowed, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother. I’ll just go.” you moved to shut the door.
“Y/N, wait,” Loki called, grabbing your arm and pulling you back into the room. A wave of his hand and the door was shut.
“What is it, Loki? I thought you didn’t want to speak to me,” you answered, not meeting his eyes.
“What? What’re you talking about?”
“Don’t be coy, Loki. You’ve been avoiding me for days, maybe even weeks. And your mother said that you might be overthinking something. And I, for the life of me, cannot figure out what that might be!”
“Y/N, please-”
“You know that when you marry someone, you’re supposed to trust them,” you cut him off, “Supposed to be able to turn to them when you feel like you have nobody else. Not cut them off and leave them completely in the dark. I am your wife, Loki! You’re supposed to be able to confide in me, no matter what-”
Loki grabbed your shoulders, holding you in place, “Will you please just listen to me for one second?”
You took a deep breath, “Fine,” you nodded, “Go ahead.”
“Thank you,” he let out a soft chuckle before taking your hand and leading you to sit at the toy chest that sat in the nursery, “Y/N, I have not been avoiding you because I don’t want to talk to you.”
“But you have been avoiding me,” you interjected.
Loki sighed, “I suppose I have. But I promise it has nothing to do with you.”
“Really?” you scoffed, “Because all I can think about is what I might’ve done to fuck this marriage up.”
Loki shook his head, “You’ve done nothing, my love,” he brought your hand to his lips, “I swear it.”
You couldn’t help but melt at his touch, “Then what’s wrong? Why won’t you talk to me?”
“It’s complicated,” he answered. You quirked a brow at him, “Who am I kidding?” he chuckled dryly, “It’s really not.” You smiled softly, “Y/N, you’re aware of my true parentage.”
You nodded, “Of course. Loki, is that what this is about? I’ve already told you, I love you for you. Nothing, not even that, will ever change the fact that I do.”
Loki smiled softly, his eyes getting a bit glossy, “Thank you,” his voice shaking a bit, “And I love you too. Which is why I’m so angry with myself for not discussing this with you sooner.”
“What is there to discuss?”
“What if...” his voice faded off as he let out a quick sniffle.
“Loki, what if what? What’s going on, darling?”
“What if they’re like me?” he asked.
“Like you?” you repeated.
Loki wiped his eyes, “You know. A Jotun. A Frost Giant. A monster.”
“Loki,” you cooed, “You’re not a monster.”
He nearly scoffed at your words, “Aren’t I? I’m the monster that Asgardian children read about in their bedtime stories. I’m a freak. A danger to those around me. I can’t believe I was selfish enough to let things go this far. And now having to put you and our child through it, I can’t help but fucking hate myself for it.”
Tears had now begun to run down the side of your face, “Stop it,” you shook your head. Loki persisted, “Loki, stop it now!” He sort of jumped at your tone, “Now you listen to me, right now. You are not a monster or a freak or anything of that sort,” his teary eyes were glued to the floor as you spoke softly, “You are Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard. Brother to Thor, Son of Odin and Frigga. God of Mischief and Mayhem. But most importantly, you are my husband, the father to my child, and the absolute love of my life. Do you hear me? You are all of those things. And a monster is never and will never be one of them, is that understood?”
Loki took a deep breath, nodding softly as he lifted his eyes to meet yours, “Understood.”
You wiped away his tears gently, “Good,” you cupped his face in your hands, “Don’t ever forget who you truly are, my love,” he nodded, “Promise me.”
“I promise,” Loki whispered, kissing the inside of your hand before pulling your lips softly onto his.
You rested your forehead to his as you brought his hand to your bump, “I love you, Loki.”
He smiled as he caressed over your bump, “I love you, Y/N. I can’t help but hope our child is just like you, my love.”
“I prefer them to take after their father, if I’m being completely honest,” you both grinned softly.
Summary: It’s an ordinary morning, and Y/N and Loki share a slow, quiet shower—half-asleep, warm, content. But when his hands glide over her stomach, they both pause. For the first time… there’s a curve. Small. Real. Their child. And the moment becomes something neither of them will ever forget.
Steam curled through the marble-tiled bath chamber, clinging to glass and skin alike. The early light from the high windows filtered in soft and golden, pooling lazily across wet stone and the slow rhythm of breath.
Loki stood behind her, chin resting on her damp shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around her middle as water poured over both of them.
It was quiet.
Peaceful.
One of those slow, sleepy mornings where neither of them had anywhere to be.
She leaned back into his chest with a small sigh, letting her eyes fall closed as his fingers lazily brushed up and down her sides.
“I could stay here forever,” she mumbled.
“You say that every morning.”
“And you never disagree.”
“I never will.”
He kissed the curve of her shoulder—soft, lingering. His fingers drifted from her ribs downward, slipping gently over the flat of her stomach.
And then—
He stopped.
So did she.
The water rushed over them in the silence.
His hands stilled over her belly.
Slowly… carefully… he spread his fingers.
And he felt it.
A curve.
Small.
Barely there.
But real.
His breath caught.
“Y/N…” he said, voice low.
She turned her head slightly toward him, blinking water from her lashes. “Yeah?”
He didn’t answer right away.
Instead, he gently slid his hands to cradle her stomach fully, palms splayed.
“You’re showing,” he whispered.
Her heart skipped.
“What?”
He turned her in his arms slowly, water cascading between them, and looked down.
There it was.
Tiny.
Round.
Visible only in the right light, in the right moment.
But there.
She stared down at herself.
Then up at him.
“Oh,” she breathed, tears suddenly stinging behind her eyes. “It’s really happening.”
Loki cupped her face, his own expression completely undone.
“There you are,” he whispered—to the bump, to the baby, to her.
“I didn’t notice this morning when I got dressed,” she said, half-laughing, half-crying. “It’s so small, but… it’s never looked like this before.”
“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured.
He knelt without thinking, the water still streaming down over them both, and pressed a kiss just below her navel—tender, reverent.
“I felt you long before this,” he whispered to the barely-there swell. “But now I can see you.”
Y/N wiped at her cheeks, overcome.
“Loki…”
He stood again, pulling her against him, hands never leaving her belly.
“I love you,” he said softly, “and I love the life you carry. You have given me everything.”
She buried her face in his chest and let the water hide her tears.
They stayed under the stream far too long.
But neither of them minded.
Because this morning, the world had changed in the smallest, quietest way.
