Before the battle, Loki has something to say to you.....
Contains: Confessions, Kissing, Encouragement
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~Audio Transcript Below~
Loki: May I have a word with you?
-pause-
Alone?
Come.....it won't take much time.....but I prefer it to be a private conversation......
-longer pause-
Have a seat......
-deep sigh-
I'm......as alright as I will be......for now.......
-pause-
May I....take your hands?
Thank you.......
-soft kiss-
-inhales deeply-
For most of my life I've never quite been afraid of what's to come.....of what becomes of me.....It's always.....been about my own safety, my own concern....and now.....I find myself entrenched with more......
I've never needed the time to stop and think hard about the consequences of my actions, because in the long run, while it may not always work out as I plan.....I've gotten quite good at surviving things I shouldn't have.....
I don't know if that's the case anymore......It isn't.....the case....
-pause-
It concerns you.....because you are the one to have changed my mind on the subject.......
Please.....before you say more.....allow me to say my piece......
I fear as though if I don't speak on it now, it will consume me completely. It already feels as though it's taking up my entire being.....and I need to expel it....no matter how it's received......
-pause-
-chuckles- I suppose what I feel is fear.....a fear that I have not felt before.....well....at least in this capacity.....
-pause-
......Rejection......
-deep, shuddering breath- May I kiss your hands again?
-softly- Thank you......
-soft kiss-
Holding your hands.....touching you....it grounds me.....it's kept---it keeps me strong......
-chuckles weakly- I may perhaps be stalling.....but.......I suppose what's coming is inevitable......and if we are parted.....by temporary or.....more permanent means.....I do not wish it to be without saying what I need to say......
-deep breath-
-a whisper- I love you.......quite ardently.....
-pause-
-breathless laugh- I confess my love for you, and the first thing you say is that what I've said reminds you of a character from a book?
-sighs softly- That is.......just like you.....
So....unexpected a reaction and yet I find......that it makes perfect sense.....how you live life....the way that you tackle things.....the way that you see the world around you, never fails to astound me.....to take my breath away......
I suppose that's part of the reason I fell in love with you......
-pause-
Yes I was serious about that......quite.
-pause-
You don't need to say anything at all.......unless you would like me to release your hands.....and that you don't return my affections, I wouldn't want to--
-gasps into a kiss-
-pulls away softly panting-
You--?
-chuckles softly- I suppose.....the idea of possible impending doom.....puts to light the true longing one feels in their soul......
Here we are.....two fools who spent too long tip-toeing around one another......
-pause-
May I have another kiss? One I'm prepared to give and receive?
-chuckles into kiss-
I'm afraid that now you've allowed me this....I will be insatiable......never have one's lips felt so good against my own....so....correct.....as if this were......
-kiss-
-through a smile- The sheer joy I feel in this moment is.......ineffable.....I cannot......you've rendered the trickster god with the tongue of silver......useless.....
-pause-
Oh but in the best way......
-pause-
I suppose we'll just have to survive.....for one another.....for ourselves.....I came into this thinking pessimistically I must admit......that you would reject me.....but then I would be free to be reckless and whatever happened to me.....happened
However now.....I find myself....motivated.....in a way that hasn't touched me in......what feels like centuries......
I want to go out there and......win.......not just for me.....but......for us......
I feel bolstered....as if......our coming together has given me wings with which to fly.......
I want us to walk away from this......and go home.....together.......
-kiss-
Together.....from this day forward we are no longer separate.....we are together......and they will have to take it from us.....and it will not be easy........
We are powerful and dangerous apart.....but together.....I feel as though we are.....Unstoppable......
Summary: You're officially past due, and you're desperate to have this baby. You enlist the help of your storm-summoning brother-in-law to move things along.
Characters: Dad & husband Loki x mom & wife reader, brother-in-law Thor
Trigger warnings/General tags: No use of Y/N, mentions of late-term pregnancy pain, pure, unadulterated fluff as always
Word count: 1.1K
Author's notes: Part of my Cottage AU. See my masterlist here.
Taglist: @tinyshyteacup, @eclipseahmed3 (please leave a comment if you'd like to be tagged in future posts!)
Divider by @olenvasynyt
You were officially past due. Your belly hung heavy like overripe fruit on a branch, ready to snap at any moment.
In the week leading up to your due date, you had tried everything to induce labor. A vast array of spicy foods. As much exercise as you could endure. A desperate prayer to any god who would hear you. None of it worked. Your prayers seemed to fall on deaf ears.
The Asgardian midwives you had trusted to care for you and guide you through your pregnancy assured you that you were perfectly healthy, that your daughter was safe in your womb, and that she would make her glorious appearance when fate decided it was time.
But that didn’t help the dull ache in your ribs that flared whenever your daughter squirmed inside you.
You had almost rolled your eyes during the midwives’ last visit, but Loki had placed a consoling hand atop yours.
“I am not trying to silence you,” He reminded you gently after they’d left, brushing his thumbs tenderly over your cheeks. “I am simply trying to protect your peace. Now, please tell me all of your worries, that I may listen and alleviate them.”
You burst into tears against his chest.
Now nearly a week past due, Loki insisted on you resting as often as you could. He stood straight as an arrow at the kitchen counter, preparing dinner. You envied his perfect posture now more than ever.
You sat at the table, your swollen feet propped up on an ottoman. You rubbed the stretched expanse of your stomach absentmindedly. As you looked out the window into your garden, you realized how much you had neglected it over the past few weeks. Your flowers wilted lifelessly. Your vegetables had developed leathery, rotting patches at their bases. Weeds were beginning to creep up your trellises.
It didn’t help that it had been an unusually dry Autumn. New Asgard hadn’t seen so much as a sun shower in days.
“We could really use a good storm.” You mumbled to yourself.
“Did you say something, darling?” Loki turned to face you, concerned and doting.
Then, the thought struck you like lightning on a distant prairie. An old wives’ tale.
Babies are often born in storms.
You looked up at your husband with a mixed expression of desperation, conviction, and hope.
“Call your brother.”
With the promise of a home cooked meal prepared by his dear brother, Thor made his way to your cottage in the hills. His hearty knock rattled the doorframe.
“Come in!” You called urgently from the kitchen table. The door creaked open. Thor ducked as he crossed the threshold and smiled sympathetically at you.
“Hello, sister.” He leaned down to wrap you in a brotherly embrace.
“Thank you for coming.” You draped your arms around his broad shoulders and gave his back a pat. When he pulled away, you motioned to the empty seat beside you. “Please, sit.”
Loki placed a colorful, well-balanced plate in front of his brother. A seasoned salmon filet, mixed vegetables, and crispy potato wedges sprinkled with herbs. Adjusting to life without servants preparing meals had been a bit of a struggle, but you had taught him well.
“Thank you, brother.” Thor grinned teasingly up at Loki.
“You’re very welcome,” He answered curtly. “Though I advise you not to expect this treatment in the future. I am only doing this to ease my wife’s burdens.”
Thor chuckled in response and began to eat. “So,” He said in between chewing. “Why have you summoned me, sister?”
You opened your mouth to speak, but were cut off by a sharp kick, which caused you to gasp. Your daughter, startled awake by the voices around her, was seemingly expressing her frustration the only way she knew how. You winced and rubbed your stomach, trying to appease her.
Loki noticed. He always noticed. He reached down and pressed his palm to your side, a warm light emanating from his hand. A tingling sensation spread like carbonated bubbles through your torso. You exhaled slowly as the pain dissolved. Your daughter stretched, then settled. Like balm to a wound.
“Thank you.” You whispered and gave his arm a grateful squeeze. You steeled yourself and returned your attention to your brother-in-law, who had nearly cleared his plate at this point.
“Could you please summon a storm for me?”
“Of course, but…”—He paused to swallow a bite—“Whatever for?”
“It’s an old wives’ tale,” You began. “Some people believe that the drop in barometric pressure during a storm… can… induce…” You gestured vaguely, hoping Thor would catch on. Unfortunately, he only stared at you, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“Induce… what?”
Your face fell.
“Labor, brother.” Loki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
“Ah!” Thor broke into a wide, delighted smile as understanding dawned. “You wish to evict the child!”
“Something like that, yes,” You laughed, despite yourself. “I don’t need a hurricane. Just a few hours of rain and thunder. Worst case scenario, the baby resists and my hydrangeas get the water they desperately need.”
Thor laughed, his booming voice shooting up to the weathered ceiling beams. Your daughter jumped inside you.
“The child will be in your arms by this time tomorrow. You have my word.” He vowed, his eyes sparkling with determination.
“I’ll hold you to it.” You gave him a watery, cautiously optimistic smile—but optimistic nonetheless.
Shortly after Thor left, the storm began. It started with a light patter of rain against the roof and windows, which quickly turned into a downpour. Eventually, the thunder began its slow descent over the hills, echoing through the peaks and valleys.
“I should warn you,” Loki drawled as you both climbed into bed. “If this plan of yours works, my brother may request to have the child named after him.”
“If it works, I just might grant that request.” You huffed as he pulled the quilted blanket over your shoulders.
He chucked and leaned in for a kiss, which you happily returned.
“This may be our last night as a duo.” He said softly, running his fingertips along your arm. Your eyelids began to droop with bone-deep exhaustion.
“Here’s to hoping.” You murmured, your vision dimming like a flickering candle.
He pulled you close, the swell of your bump pressed carefully against his midsection, as rain poured down the window in a rippling current.
In the deep hours of the night, you jolted awake to a rolling sensation that crested at the highest point of your belly and tightened in your pelvis.
You reached over and shook Loki awake. He was instantly alert, his hand flying to your stomach, protective magic sparking from his fingertips.
“It worked. It’s starting.” You whispered breathlessly in the dark.
im reading the loki book and, im about half of it, and im very very conflicted
i obviously ship Loki and Theo, but im not sure what to hope for the canon, like, i know the author and i know she’s capable of making those two end up togheter, but i think she tends more towards loki and amora
actually i think they have equal chances as ships, but usually those things are very predictable and its weird im not understanding where this is going
