My daughter, the trickster; Loki x teen reader
Okay ya’ll. This request came from my Wattpad, and a long time ago someone had asked if I was going to do requests from IW well......this is what I had gotten and what I had written for the requester a few days ago. Now for anyone who STILL HAS NOT SEEN THE MOVIE PLEASE TURN AWAY AND DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT READ THIS FIC!!! I Also want to open up the tissues and sweet dessert table because like my wattpad readers, you all WILL START CRYING THIS IS PURE, UNADULTERATE ANGST you are about to read. You all will be crying, I myself was crying cause I had to watch the opening over and over and over again just to get the quotes right. But I promise you, the next fic that comes around will NOT be angsty, I’ll try to give as much fluff as I can, maybe even transfer some more wattpad oneshots I have onto here.
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This is the Asgardian refugee vessel Statesman. We are under assault, I repeat we are under assault. The engines are dead, life support failing….Requesting aid from any vessel within range, we are 22 jump points out of Asgard. Our crew is made up of Asgardian families we have very few soldiers here! This is not a warcraft! I repeat, this is not a warcraft!
Was the distress call that was sent hours ago. Half of our people managed to escape with Valkyrie and Korg but the rest of us—most of them were dead. The only ones still alive were myself, my father, Heimdall, my Uncle Thor and his friend Bruce Banner. But I might as well be considered dead.
I was stabbed, beaten, and my wrist broken. Much like Heimdall who was on the ground with a deep wound on his side and my uncle barely moving on the ground as the mad Titan stood over him. One of Thanos’ crazed followed walked over the dead corpses of my people speaking of how those who survived are now considered to be the children of Thanos.
My father stood among them with a weapon pointed right at him as Thanos himself finally spoke up.
“I know what it’s like to lose. To feel so desperately that you’re right…yet to fail, nonetheless”. He then picked up my Uncle by the cuff of his armor that he was forced to wear on Sakaar just a couple of days ago. I could hear him choking on his blood as Thanos walked slowly towards my father as he continued to say, “It’s frightening. Turns the legs to jelly, but I ask you to what end? Dread it, run from it…destiny arrives all the same. And now it’s here. Or should I say…I am”.
He raised his other hand that held the Infinity gauntlet that held the Power Stone that he had stolen from Xandar after decimating it just last week, and it was with this Power Stone, he would soon destroy our ship once his so-called mission was done.
“You talk too much” my uncle groaned out.
“The Tesseract or your brother’s head” Thanos tried to force my father to trade. “I assume you have a preference”.
“Oh, I do, kill away” my father stated bluntly. Thanos grinned and said. Thanos was silent. He and my father continued to stare at each other and that’s when Thanos spoke up once more.
“Yes, I could crush his head. End his life right here and now. But I’ve known the hatred you’ve always burned for your brother, that’s too easy”. He then released my Uncle and that’s when I was suddenly picked up from the ground.
The black hooded son of Thanos had me and took me towards him. I grunted as I tried to struggle but it was all in vain as I was forced onto the ground and he pulled my hair back forcing my head to look up at the Titan. My heart raced with fear as Thanos stared down at me, his eyes cold and soulless.
“But can the same be said for her?” His fingers gently grazed my face as he continued, “I am sorry for this little one, but the child must always pay for the sins of their father”. The gauntlet and the Power Stone came closer to my face.
“No, no! No! No! No!” I tried to fight it and get myself free, but his son wrapped his hand around my forehead keeping my head completely still as the stone finally touched my face and I felt the hot, agonizing pain that came with it as I let out probably the most painful scream of my life.
I kept screaming as the Power Stone continued to literally burn away my skin. I don’t even know how long this torment went on for, but I finally heard my father cry out.
“STOP! LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS!!” Finally, I felt the stone leave my face and I was released and left to be a crying mess.
“We don’t have the Tesseract, it was destroyed on Asgard” my Uncle stated. But that was when my father looked to my Uncle before holding out his hand and appearing was the Tesseract. “You….really are the worst brother”.
“I assure you brother; the sun will shine on us again” my father told my uncle as he walked right up to Thanos.
“Your optimism is misplaced, Asgardian” Thanos chuckled.
“Well for one thing, I’m not Asgardian. And for another…..never come between me and my daughter again because this time….we have a Hulk”. Suddenly the Hulk came roaring in and attacked Thanos just as my dad came in and shielded me with his body. “(Y/n), my darling, speak to me”. I glared at my father and didn’t say a word to him.
His eyes were full of hurt but who knows if that was even true. See ever since my uncle’s coronation, my father and I have had a—rocky relationship. After I found out it was him who led the Frost giants into Asgard during my uncle’s coronation, I never spoke to him. Then when we fell off the Bifrost, I felt instant regret and mourned for his death as did my Uncle and grandmother.
Then a year later, I find out that he was alive after the fall and had tried to take over Midgard had it not been for my Uncle and his friends, The Avengers. My father was then imprisoned for eternity for his crimes and when he did try to redeem himself by helping Uncle Thor and I with the Dark Elves, he died again this time in honor. And yet again, I find out years later that he had been playing grandfather Odin all these years, never telling the truth.
Again, and again and again it’s always the same with him. I’m his daughter, you think he’d be honest at least to me but no. He always leaves me in the dust, thinking I’ll be left an orphan and not even caring about me. Around the time when my aunt Hela was ruling Asgard, she saw the pain inside of me and even tried to teach me how to control that pain and have me side with her.
When my father and uncle returned from the realm of Sakaar with the last Valkyrie, an army of prisoners, and one of my Uncle’s friends, I took up my sword and fought against Hela until she was defeated by Raganarok itself.
But the pain I still felt never truly went away. Because it’s true. My dad will never change, and to be honest, I think he stopped caring about me a long time ago.
Soon Thanos began to overpower the Hulk which was surprising since uncle Thor had talked about the Hulk being the second strongest after him, I thought he’d give us the upper hand but seeing the Hulk getting pulverized by Thanos, made me believe that nothing could stop this mad Titan.
Thor soon stepped in, hitting Thanos over the head with an iron pipe but it ended up breaking in two and with just a simple kick, my uncle was sent flying across the room before he was bound thanks to snake-head’s telekinetic powers.
With his last ounce of strength, I saw Heimdall reach for the Bifrost sword and he prayed to the Allfathers to give him strength to summon the Bifrost which sent the Hulk back to his home in Midgard. Thanos came over Heimdall and was handed a staff by the same son who once had me in his grasp telling him that what he did was a mistake before stabbing him right in the stomach with the staff.
“NOOO!!!!” both me and my uncle cried out. I looked to Heimdall, the man who was once my tutor for everything that stood in the galaxy. I remember as a small child; I would sneak out of the palace just to see the Bifrost and when Heimdall saw me, he never once told the guards of my presence, instead he tutored me on the entire galaxy. Showed me the stars and the galaxies and what they were like through his eyes.
But now he was dead.
It was then Thanos was granted the Tesseract which held within its cubic barrier, the Space Stone. Thanos took the cube and crushed it in his palm leaving only dust and the Space Stone itself. He took the stone and placed it right next to the Power Stone and he soon felt its power course through his body. Now he was even more powerful than anyone in the galaxy, no one has ever survived holding one Infinity stone, but to have the power over two…..now the galaxy was doomed.
Thanos gave the order to his children that 2 more stones were on Earth and he told them to find them. His children bowed before him and that’s when my father piped up.
“If I might interject,” his children stood up and turned around towards my father as he continued, “If you’re going to Earth, you might want a guide. I do have a bit of experience in that arena”.
“If you consider failure experience” said Thanos but my father interjected.
“I consider experience experience. Almighty Thanos…. I, Loki, Prince of Asgard…Odinson…the rightful King of Jotunheim, God of Mischief…do herby pledge to you….” It was then I took notice of his dagger taking shape in his left hand as he continued to say, “My undying fidelity”. My father bowed his head to finish off his pledge and stayed there for a moment before raising his dagger right up to Thanos’ neck but with the power of the Space stone, his attack stopped at just a hair length.
“Undying? You should choose your words more carefully” Thanos told my dad as he gripped his hand and squeezed it forcing him to drop his dagger. He then picked my father up by the neck and lifted him up midair and watched as my father squirmed trying to free himself from his grasp.
“You…..will never be…..a god” my father strained out. Then with the sound of bones cracking, he went limp right there in Thanos’ hand.
My heart sunk. It almost seemed inaudible of the scream I had let out. Thanos then walked over towards me and dropped my father right in front of me and said.
“No resurrections this time”. Then using the Power Stone, he destroyed our ship before using the Space stone to teleport him and his children out before our vessel exploded. Uncle Thor was freed of his bonds and he crawled up toward us. I placed my head over his heart hoping that this was another illusion, somehow, he had to be tricking us again. He always was.
Loki, the Trickster. God of Mischief. Now wake up damnit! Wake up! I looked up to uncle Thor and he just looked at me heartbroken as I was, and I cried into his shoulder as we both lay across my father’s corpse until finally the ship exploded.
I was surrounded by darkness. I don’t know how long it was, maybe I was truly dead now. Next thing I knew I heard a soft female voice telling me to wake and I shot up with my daggers on hand and I found myself in a small, crowded ship. I looked to my right to see my Uncle standing there.
“Uncle?”
“(Y/n), oh thank Valhalla you’re alright!” I was brought to a strong embrace by my uncle and I buried my head into his neck and that’s when I took notice that we weren’t alone. Standing behind us was a man, a green woman, another female with antennas, a humanoid tree, a strong, built man with blue skin and tattoos, and a small furry creature. All of them either pointing weapons at us or in a defensive position trying to appear threatening (mainly the girl with the antennas was doing that, everyone else pretty much had a weapon).
“Uncle, we aren’t alone” I said. I was then put down and my uncle wrapped a protective arm around me and he said.
“Who the hell are you guys?”
As I was sipping on some soup, if that’s what they want to call it as the green-skinned woman began to explain Thanos’ quest to claim all 6 infinity stones in order to exterminate half the population and that once he did get all six, he could do it with a snap of his fingers. My uncle said that she seemed to know a great deal of Thanos and that’s when the blue skinned tattooed man said that Gamora was the daughter of Thanos.
My head shot up and my felt my magic surge through me. My eyes turned pure gold and I charged up towards her with my sword now visible in my hand, but I was stopped by my uncle who said.
“Sorry about my niece. It’s just that your father killed my brother, her father”. I pushed his hand aside and growled at him.
“Do not speak of him!” I stomped away to whatever privacy I had in this infertile compartment but there was barely any room that I could hide in and expulse my anger at. So I kicked the nearest thing I could find which was just the wall and I unleashed my Seidr and just let the magical blast shake the ship.
“Hey, Sabrina the teenage witch! Cool it you blast like that again you’ll tear my ship apart!” I heard the Midgardian man yell at me. I collapsed to the ground and held my knees up to my chest and just sat there.
“(Y/n)” I looked up and through my teary eyes I saw my uncle standing before me. I turned away from him and said.
“Please uncle, I—I wish to be left alone”.
“Do you though?” I sighed heavily and lowered my head into my knees. I felt my uncle sit close beside me and he said. “I know what it feels like to lose your father, it’s been barely a week since your grandfather passed”.
“2 weeks actually”.
“What are you sure?”
“Yes, Hela arrived to Asgard 2 weeks ago that’s when she came and took me in after killing all of our soldiers, making me be just like her”.
“Wow, Sakaar’s time difference really is a pain in the ass”.
“You were going somewhere with this Uncle?”
“Right, right yes of course. What I’m trying to say is I know what you’re going through. You’re angry, sad, anxious….”
“No, you don’t understand uncle. It’s not the fact that my father is for once dead, it’s—what I told him before the attack”. I stood up and leaned up against the wall and began to explain, “I saw that he had the Tesseract shortly as we began to head to Earth, we argued and that’s when I finally snapped. I called him a lying, selfless tramp! I—I told him I hated him and that I was ashamed to be his daughter. I told him I never wanted to be associated with his name, that I would be (y/n), Daughter of Sigyn. Just of Sigyn’s bane. I couldn’t take all the secrecies, the lies, the deception! He—I even mentioned I hoped his soul would never be accepted into Valhalla because if I were to die, I’d never want to spend an eternity with him in death. Because that to me wouldn’t be Valhalla, but Hel”.
As tears fell down my face like a river and my shoulders shook with the sobs I tried to contain, I felt my uncle’s arms wrap around me and my head now resting on his chest.
“Your father was—always tough to reason with, especially for the past several years. But if there was anything he regretted in his entire life, it’s the disappointment that always came in your eyes every time he entered a room or was mentioned in a conversation. He told me in an elevator on Sakaar that one thing that held him back from staying was that he was going to prove himself to you, one way or another. He wanted to regain that light that always shined in your eyes every time you looked up at him when you were younger”.
I held onto my uncle tightly as I wept into his chest and I would even punch his chest to release my anger which he allowed me to do. Whatever I needed to get my anger and guilt out, he allowed me to do.
A little awhile later, my uncle decided it would be best to go to Nidavellir to have a weapon that can kill Thanos once and for all. The small rabbit and the humanoid tree, and me were to go while the rest of Guardians go to Knowhere to find Thanos before he got the Reality stone.
“Come on (y/n), we need to get there as fast as we can”. My Uncle said.
“Hate to break the news to you angel pirate but we can only fit the three of us, she won’t fit”.
“Nah she can shapeshift, we’ll be fine come on (y/n)”. I then stepped inside and my uncle wished the morons the best of luck and soon we took off.
Once the space pod left, I stepped out from behind the wall and said out loud.
“Finally, I thought he’d never leave”. The rest of the guardians jumped back, and the Midgardian man said to me.
“How the hell are you here? We just saw you go with your not handsome uncle”.
“That was an illusion. He may have been able to detect my father’s tricks but luckily for me, I never pulled as much tricks on my uncle, so he won’t be able to tell until it’s too late”.
“What do you mean?” asked Gamora as I revealed my sword.
“I’m going to help you kill Thanos”.
*Time skip to Knowhere mid battle*
We were too late. Knowhere had been destroyed. At first when Gamora made the attack on Thanos, I knew it was too easy and it was then we realized that he had gotten the Reality stone and showed us the Knowhere was already in flames, much like my ship had been.
He placed Gamora in front of him and Peter Quill (I had found out their names shortly after we took off) had his blaster aimed right at Gamora. Once he pulled the trigger, bubbles came out of his gun instead of usual gunfire.
“I like you” Thanos said to Peter.
“Then you’re sure as Hel going to love me”. I then came down and managed a hard kick right at Thanos’ face. I skid across what remained of the catwalk and withdrew out my sword.
“The Daughter of Loki, Princess of Asgard” he said.
“I am no Princess, and my father is dead because of you! I’m gonna make you pay for what you did to my people! And to him!” I twirled my sword and leapt forward and let out a rageful battle cry as I held my sword ready to attack. Thanos soon disappeared from my sight but I felt him right behind me, I soon disappeared into a red beam of light just before anything could happen.
“You’re not the only one who can bend reality, you purple bastard!” I then appeared behind him and slashed him across the face with my sword before sending a powerful kick right into his chest. Thanos was now down on the ground supporting a slash across his face and a dent into his chest plate armor. I stood over him and I pointed my sword down at him and said to him the same words as he said about my father. “No resurrections this time”.
“Indeed”. Suddenly I grabbed by my hair. Thanos disappeared into red mist much like before and I was turned around and the real Thanos stood behind me holding me much like he held my father. “You are more sprightful than your father was, perhaps I should have sought you out to retrieve the Tesseract all those years ago instead of him”.
I squirmed in his hold as he now held me by the throat squeezing me, just he had done my father.
“But it would seem my child, you will suffer the same fate as he did”. Then something happened that not even Thanos could expect. His eyes widened as he felt something go right through him.
“The Infinity stones you’ve obtained so far may have given you the powers of us Gods, but not even you can dodge an attack if you can’t see it coming!” Standing right behind me was me holding my sword piercing through myself in order to get right to Thanos’ weak spot. He groaned in pain and that’s when I heard Quill’s voice say.
“Yeah! Take that yah big purple bastard! Way to go Princess! Now vanish that illusion and we’ll get the hell out of here with that gauntlet of his”. I chuckled and said.
“You really think I’m the real (y/n)?” The me that spoke flickered red signaling that she was just an illusion.
“But—why? You damn, stubborn kid why’d you have to go all kamikaze on yourself?”
“It was the only way to ensure he at least got a scratch on him before he got anymore stones. That and for my uncle to see that at least one of us got to him for my father’s death”. My illusion spoke. While the real me with my own sword still piercing through my stomach as well as Thanos’ smirked weakly and I choked out.
“Long live King Loki. Long live…..my father”. Thanos then kicked me and I phased through my illusion and the last thing I felt was weightless.
I felt free, at least now he was weaker than when he started and at least now….I hoped my dad was watching this somewhere and that he was proud of me. Wherever he was. Next thing I knew, I was on solid ground, my sword pushed further into my back, the blade almost piercing entirely through, my arms extended outward like I had wings, my hair in full display around me like a Halo, and a pool of blood coating me as I felt the last ounce of life leave me.
And what I may have forgot to mention, my sword the one I had used to stab Thanos and give my life for the galaxy, was a gift from my father.
When I awoke, I found myself surrounded by bright light. I felt around the center of my stomach to feel no blood or wounds whatsoever. I stood up and walked around before hearing a voice behind me say.
“I see you made it, my Princess”. I turned around and I saw a very familiar face.
“Heimdall” I stated happily.
“Welcome to Valhalla, your highness”. I embraced my mentor when I caught sight of another familiar figure. The long black hair, the green cape, the different clothes after Sakaar and the battle of Asgard…..it was him. I looked to Heimdall and he nodded to me once before walking away from me.
I cautiously walked up towards him, much like a frightened lion cub till I finally stood beside him.
“When you were first born, I looked down at you and said to myself ‘I am not worthy of this child’ ‘she deserves better’. And for years, I’ve continued that road with all my fake deaths and tricks. But when Thanos finally ended my life,” he fully turned towards me and placed both his hands on my shoulders as I refused to look at him not because of anger, but of guilt. “The one person who I thought was more than happy to see me gone, had proven me wrong,” my father lifted my jawline up so that I was forced to look my father in the eye as he continued, “With the heart of a lioness, and the strength and soul of a Valkyrie. You are the only person to ever truly land a blow to Thanos. And I….Am honored to call that person, my daughter”.
I remained silent until I finally broke down and embraced my dad as tight as I could.
“Oh, daddy I didn’t mean any of those things I said!” I sobbed out.
“Oh my sweet pet,” he separated me from him and I wept.
“I was just so angry and I—I am proud to be called your daughter, I hoped that you would be here. I didn’t want to be alone anymore, and I said to you…..I said that I hated you, I hurt you and….”
“Hey, my sweet girl, it’s okay, it’s okay”. He held my head over his heart as I whimpered out.
“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry for everything I—”
“All is forgiven, all is forgiven my sweet,” he whispered comfortingly. He held onto me tightly as I snuggled further into his embrace.
We now sat together looking at Valhalla’s endless paradise garden together watching the sunset. I was leaning against my dad’s lap as I felt his hand softly stroke through my hair and scalp. Now knowing that even in death, my father and I would still be together for eternity and I would not have it any other way.
