I continue my propaganda of "abnormally tall Asgardians."
because I'm disgusted by the fact that the alien race of gods looks no different from humans. therefore, according to my headcanon, the height of Asgardians varies from 2 to 2.5 meters. the average height is 2.2 meters. so Loki and especially Valkyrie are below average.
+a small redesign of Bruce. The hulk wouldn't take care of the hair on his head and face, so Bruce would be overgrown when he returned.
God I wish Loki had met Nebula. Because like Loki's whole entire issue is that he was never treated as an equal to Thor and Thanos was literally all about balance and hurt Nebula because he wanted her to be equal to Gamora. It would've been so interesting for the two of them to talk to each other and I am so sad we didn't get that.
I swear I’m working on commissions but I watched the new What If? episode and I was talking to @ladyfluff about how Loki would dote on a tiny wife and how Thor would be jealous so I had to write this.
“What do you think, Alfhild?” You asked your handmaiden.
You twirled, making the skirt of your yellow gown billow out. It was a flowy, semi-sheer dress with silver accents at the wrists and neck, and it even had a glittering cape attached to the back. Of course, it was the perfect regal outfit for a royal lady.
“You look gorgeous as always, your majesty,” She said.
“Thank you, dear, but I need to know if this is good enough for Thor’s party,” You said. “Maybe I should wear my pink dress instead.”
“I think you look quite fetching,” A voice said. “But I’d rather see that dress on the bedroom floor.”
You giggled and turned to look at your window. Sure enough, you saw your husband standing outside, a cocky grin on his face. You ran over to the window and stepped on the ledge, jumping into his opened palm. The king of the frost giants raised you to his cheek, and you gave him a small kiss.
“Hello, my love,” You said. “I thought you had a meeting.”
“I did,” Loki said. “It’s over, so now, I can spend some time with you before the party.”
“Speaking of which, what do you think?” You asked, motioning to the dress.
You did another twirl. Loki’s smile grew as she watched you, his love for you apparent. People thought the frost giants were hard, rude, unloving creatures that only cared for themselves. That was not true; you had never believed those rumors in the slightest. As a child on Asgard, you defended the giants when people tried to sully their name. They were your allies; how could people talk so callously about them?
Then, one day, the Chitauri invaded Asgard. People never knew how they managed to get past Heimdall, but they came, and it was terrible. You had been caught in the crossfires, and while trying to escape, you tripped. You fell, hitting your knee, and you felt pain. Two Chitauri soldiers loomed above you, ready to kill you when they turned into ice blocks. You were confused until you saw Loki standing behind them. He had come to aid in the battle. When he realized you couldn’t walk, he carried you to safety.
After that, you tried your hardest to sneak down to Jotun to revisit him, and you had to make your gratitude know. Lucky for you, Thor knew how to get to where the frost giants lived, and he officially introduced you to his friend. Loki was flirty right away, but you didn’t mind, and you returned his advances.
After a year of courting you, he announced to his people you were to be his queen. The giants were skeptical, but Loki would hear none of it. You were his tiny, little Asgardian wife, you were precious, and he would kill anyone who thought otherwise. It took a while, but the frost giants soon accepted you.
“Oh, stop that,” You chuckled. “Is it good enough for Thor’s party? It’s not too regal, is it?”
“Too regal?” Loki scoffed. “Dearest, nothing is too regal for you. And no matter what you wear, you’ll always have my attention.”
“Goodness, where did you get that mouth of yours?” You asked.
“Just born with it, I suppose,” He said.
~*~
“How come I don’t have a tiny wife?” Thor asked.
The future king of Asgard had partaken in a bit too much mead, or at least that is what you thought. You were sitting on Loki’s shoulder, leaning against his cheek, when Thor asked his question.
“I beg your pardon?” Loki asked.
“How come you get to have an itty bitty wife, but I don’t?” Thor took another sip from his mug. “Look at her! She’s so petite, and she can fit in your hand!”
“That’s true, I do,” You said. “And Loki has such soft hands. He may be strong, but he’s also gentle.”
“Only with you, my pet,” Loki gave you a soft smile.
“Ugh, look at the two of them!” Thor groaned. “How is this fair? Someone find me a maiden that is small enough to fit in my palm!”
You giggled at Thor’s antics. It was odd how many people seemed jealous that Loki had a tiny wife. Granted, Loki often showed you off. He’d hold you in his hand, showing you to the people and commenting on how wonderful you were. When he first wed you, it was had been embarrassing but now you loved it. In fact, you enjoyed his praise. Loki was a prince, he could have chosen anyone, but he had chosen you. His love for you had never faded, it had only grown, and it continued to grow. It was also fun to see men glower at him, whispering about how they wished for a small spouse to carry around.
“I don’t think there is a store where you can purchase a tiny wife,” Hogun said.
“Perhaps there is,” Volstagg said. “And maybe we just don’t know about it!”
“Maybe it’s hidden!” Fandral added. “We could go and find it.”
“Yes, our next great adventure will be the search for the small wife store!” Thor said, taking a long swig of his mug. “ANOTHER!”
He threw it on the ground, and it burst into tiny pieces. Everyone at the table cheered, but you merely rolled your eyes.
“Not finding this conversation riveting, my dear,” Loki asked, nuzzling you.
“Well, it does remind me of one thing,” You said, smiling. “I choose the right prince to marry.”
“You flatter me, my love,” Loki said. “Thor is not your type, I take it?”
“No, I prefer my men blue,” You teased. “And I prefer my men to have more than two function brain cells. I adore Thor, but there are times where I worry for him, and it’s a wonder his mother hasn’t managed to strangle him.”
“Well, maybe if he could find his own small wife, he’ll ‘mellow out’ as he puts it,” Loki said. “For now, he’ll just have to settle for being jealous.”
“Who wouldn’t be jealous of the king of the frost giants,” You asked. “Only a fool wouldn’t be.”
He didn’t mean to. He certainly didn’t want to. He wanted to despise you, had to despise you. You were midgardian and an Avenger, part of the people who were the main reason for his demise but unlike the others you were just so kind. Loki never felt lonely in your presence or like he was in competition. He never felt like a burden whenever you’d explain some sort of midgardian contraption to him. You never made him feel like any less than your equal. You were always so nice to him and it was refreshing until the day it changed, the day you kissed him.
That day, you made Loki realise he was missing something he was unaware that he deeply desired. Companionship. Touch. After that day, he couldn’t get enough. He had to have more intimacy. He knew that you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, you were just good-natured, he wasn’t special so it was a challenge to try and get this extra bit of intimacy with you without it being obvious.
It started off with Loki ‘accidentally’ cutting himself knowing that you were the one that helped the team with small cuts and grazes. One day, he had a small cut on his forehead which you delicately treated. Loki found himself swimming in a sea of pleasure from your mere comforting touch. So gentle. What startled him was when you leant over him and kissed on top of the plaster you had just applied.
“There, good as new.” You smiled, pulling away and realising what you had done “sorry” you added.
“Don’t be.” He smiled back.
“Well, I better get going.” You announced, turning away.
After that day, Loki knew that he wouldn’t be able to control himself around you. He imagined how soft your lips would feel against his. How sensual of a kisser you were. The feeling of your delicate hands trailing over his body. He tried his hardest to keep away from the intoxicating drug that was you but he couldn’t anymore. It was torture not being able to feel you against him. The feeling of your hair tickling his face if you ever leant over him. The soothing melody of your voice. The beauty in your eyes. No, he couldn’t keep away.
Once day, Loki saw you coming inside the compound holding a cage with a cat inside. He listened as you explained that it was your fiends and that you were to look after it for the night. He watched you as you took it out of the cage and held it. Stroked it. Praised it. He wanted your fingers entangled in his Raven locks not the matted fur of that small beast so he concocted a plan.
The next day, the cat was gone. This was his chance. Shapeshifting, Loki turned himself into an identical version of your friends cat.
“Aslan?” You called to the cat on the floor as you stepped outside your room. Picking him up, you stroked him as you picked up your phone to call your friend to tell her that you stupidly gave her an empty cage. You tried to call her as you held the cat in your hand but she didn’t answer.
“I guess you’ll be spending a bit longer with me Aslan” you cooed, kissing the cat on the head.
Loki couldn’t believe it. Here you were, kissing him again.
Turning back towards your room, you walked in and put the cat down by the cat tree with the toys around it before you laid on top of your bed. To your surprise, the cat decided to jump onto your bed, walk towards you and burrow it’s head into the crook of your neck.
“Aww, Aslan wants cuddles? Come here baby” you sang, scratching behind his ear causing him to purr.
Loki had no words in the moment. He simply couldn’t express the elation he felt. He was so close to falling asleep in your warm embrace until you sat up with a frustrated sigh. Loki was concerned. He wanted to find whatever or whoever it was that was troubling you and end it. He walked towards you and laid across your lap before looking up at you and meowing.
“I’m destined to be alone forever with a cat as my only source of comfort.” You muttered. Loki felt jubilant knowing that he’d be your cat forever. He didn’t care about whatever form he had you in, just as long as he had you. He was yours.
“I think I should tell him how I feel Aslan.”
Loki felt a feeling of sadness and anger consume him. It was like a deep longing. Lonesomeness.
“But I don’t know if he likes me back and honestly, I wouldn’t be able to handle the rejection.” You laughed, feeling ridiculous for confiding in a cat.
Who would ever reject you? Loki thought. Whoever it was, clearly wasn’t worthy of you. Loki resumed his purring as you petted him until you said the unthinkable.
“What the hec you only live once. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna tell Loki I like him.”
A little one shot I thought I’d write to add to my masterlist - hope you liked!