A/N: hellooo! Inspired by the first snowfall for me a few days ago (a good amount of it, too), I wrote this fluffy oneshot. It wasn't planned, but this became a sort of pt.3/oneshot continuation of mint confetti, which I will link here BUT this can totally be read on its own :)
pt. 1 and pt. 2
@cafekitsune divider credit :)
CW/TW: Nothing at all, just tooth rotting fluff, teasing, one (1) innuendo or two, AND Loki being a good parent <3
You huddled closer to him, eyes not willing to open yet. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer, your legs tangling together as he grunted softly.
"Are you insinuating something, darling?" He purred, voice tired and therefore less devious than his usual.
You grunted back. Laziness and lethargy seemed to be running amok in the air this morning.
"No... 's cold."
"And you come to me, love? I'm not the best solution, I'm afraid."
You huffed.
"You're warm."
"Tepid."
"Warmer than what I'd find outside of these blankets."
"... Fair enough." He agreed finally, kissing your head.
"Why is it so cold?" You muttered, voice muffled against his neck.
He sighed, as if annoyed (though not really) by your repeated question. You felt him turn his head towards the windows in your bedroom.
"Probably because snow seems to be covering everything outside, darling."
You looked at him in disbelief, pulling away slightly and sitting up so you could take a look outside yourself. The first snow of the year was always a sight to behold, everything getting covered in a fresh, marshmallowy white.
"I knew it would snow, but I wasn't expecting this much..."
"Mm. A wintery surprise, then." Loki replied, clearly barely interested in your fascination with the first snow of the year.
As you laid back next to him again with a sigh, annoyed at his nonchalance, you found yourself relaxing nonetheless, his hand finding your back and gently caressing it at a soothing speed.
The patter of feet against the hallway floor broke the peaceful quiet. Then, even more of a disturbance came in the gentle creaking of your door as it opened eerily slowly, a tired sigh coming from the culprit as they caught their breath.
"Sweeping?" Came a tiny whisper from the door, likely unable to see your forms on the bed due to her height.
"No, darling. We're both awake." Loki replied softly, voice immediately warmed by affection, his free arm moving to the edge of the bed so his hand could hang off it aimlessly, encouraging Freyja to come closer.
She let out a sound of glee at the news that both her parents were awake as she stomped over to Loki's side of the bed, curling herself around his hand as she hugged it. Loki grinned down at her, moving his other arm from around you so he could pull her onto your bed.
Loki grinned up at her, petting her head and gently caressing her black curls.
“I do believe you mean ‘good morning’, my sweet darling.” He cooed, pinching her cheek ever so gently.
She giggled at the gesture, nuzzling her cheek into his fingers.
“Funny.” She announced before turning to look down at you, still curled into Loki’s side.
She smiled wide, extending her hand out towards you and waving excitedly with her hand only a few inches from your face.
“Hi, mama!” Freyja said, now bouncing slightly on Loki’s chest and making him let out a grunt of discomfort.
“Hello, baby,” You greeted your daughter lovingly, sitting up just enough to place a kiss to the palm of her hand.
Freyja suddenly gasped as if remembering something important.
“Snow out!” She squealed, pointing clumsily out the window.
“Yes, my sweet. Is that why you’ve woken up so early?” Loki rubbed her back calmly.
Freyja nodded, so excited she couldn’t stand still. She moved again, little hands now squeezing his cheeks together.
“Snow!” She repeated, bursting into shrill laughter once she noticed the face Loki was now making because of her.
Loki grinned at her laughter, his eyes swimming with warmth and love. He pulled another face at her, sticking his tongue out, which only made her laugh harder before mimicking him as best as she could. You watched on, smiling at the sight. It was something you never thought you’d be able to give Freyja; the three of you, together, like you’d always hoped for. Loki had become so different with her. Because of her. Never before had he truly and genuinely seemed so light, his heart evidently softened from having such pure love surrounding him every day now that he was finally a permanent fixture in his daughter’s life. And yours, too, naturally.
The two eventually stopped, Freyja struggling for a bit to catch her breath from her laughter as she rested her head against his chest, giggles still leaving her occasionally. Loki seemed to have a smile stuck to his face, too.
“You wish for us to go play in the snow, is that it, my darling?” Loki asked, encouraging her to voice her desires clearly and with pride.
She shook her head adamantly, making her curls bounce gently.
“Oh? Well, then what do you wish for, my princess? Anything you would like.”
“’Cakes!” She told him, looking down her nose at him. Truly, if her looks weren’t enough, that exact expression instantly proved who her father was.
It only seemed to make him prouder of her, though. If anyone else had tried that with him, he likely would’ve had a few choice words for them, but for her, he would only spew the sweetest of praises.
“Pancakes once more, my princess? You seem to ask for these every week-end.” Loki sighed dramatically, throwing his head back and making her laugh.
She booped his nose, just like he so often did to her, thinking of it as a way to resuscitate him from his ‘collapse’. Loki took in an exaggerated breath and sat up slightly, making her grin proudly at her supposed skills.
“’Cakes now, daddy!” She repeated, not having forgotten, much to his chagrin.
He sighed and turned his head towards you, blinking his lashes innocently at you. You did the same back at him, the two of you finding yourselves very suddenly in a battle of wills.
“She seems to have asked you for pancakes, dad.” You said, your words innocent as you inched him towards doing the work.
He raised a disbelieving brow.
“Are you trying to manipulate me, darling? In front of our perfect daughter?” He gasped for effect (for Freyja’s sake), covering up her eyes with one hand.
“She asked you!”
“Yes, and you’d risk me going at this alone? I’d bloody well burn it all to the ground! A homemade Ragnarok in our very kitchen, if you so wish it, my love. Free of charge and made with love.” He grinned brightly at you, his snark palpable.
You huffed.
“I’ll help.” You announced reluctantly, to which he replied with a pleased grin while Freyja blew spit bubbles (intentionally) against the palm of his hand, trying to irritate him.
“You really are the very best of all, did you know that?” He cooed, that air of false innocence still working overtime to make him see anything but ill-intentioned.
That’s how all three of you found yourselves in the kitchen at 7 in the morning, Freyja dancing circles around the both of you and Loki trying to stop her from getting in the way (too much) whilst you gathered the simple ingredients for pancakes. Freyja had insisted on music, and Loki had obliged by using his magic to make a nearby speaker play all the classic holiday hits at a soft volume.
Loki eventually picked her up, deciding that keeping her in a single spot would be better than letting her tornado around the kitchen.
“I see snow!” She squealed into Loki’s ear, making him wince, as she looked over his shoulder and out the windows, now able to see clearly from being held (much) higher than her usual vantage point.
“Yes, dear, there is still snow outside. Not much can change in mere minutes.” Loki replied calmly as he watched you finish up the batter.
Freyja sighed dreamily, resting her cheek against his shoulder as she watched the snow blowing about gently outside. Loki smiled fondly down at her, rubbing her back, which was a habit he didn’t seem intent on breaking.
As you got to cooking the pancakes, Freyja gasped and pointed at something out the window yet again.
“Santa!!!” She shrieked.
Loki turned his head at her words; eyebrow already cocked in disbelief. He chuckled once he saw what her little hand was waving towards.
“No, my dear. That is simply someone wearing a red coat with their hood on.” He kissed her cheek to ease her pout.
“But Santa…”
“Santa will visit you on Christmas Eve, hm? With all the presents you have wished for, if you’ve been a good girl.” He reminded her patiently.
“Been good!” She announced immediately, looking at him innocently.
He smiled, kissing her head.
“Of course you have, my darling. I am your father, after all. What else could you have been besides good?”
They giggled together, Freyja bumping her forehead against his briefly, before Loki turned his attention towards you.
He wrapped his free hand around your hip while you slowly worked on getting the pancakes done, though you mostly watched their dynamic unfold with a gentle smile.
“Look at mama, hm? She is making us breakfast diligently. She is so very kind and generous with us, Freyja, don’t you agree?” Loki said, kissing your temple. Freyja quickly followed suit, craning her neck to reach you until Loki turned her so she could kiss your temple, too.
“Is she not the nicest mama?” Loki asked Freyja, to which she replied with enthusiastic nodding.
“She deserves all she could ever want for Christmas.” Loki’s eyes twinkled as he spoke, gaze set entirely on you. You rolled your eyes fondly at his incessant innuendos. “Perhaps even a kiss from Santa Claus himself.” He suggested, surely mentioning you guys’ secret plan to have him dress up as Santa for Freyja’s benefit on Christmas in order to have the holiday come alive for her. She was only nearing 4 years old, but she had been talking about Christmas for months and was unbearably excited for it.
Freyja frowned, shaking her head adamantly.
“Daddy kiss mama onwy!” She insisted fiercely, placing one hand on your shoulder and one on Loki’s, keeping you close. “Not Santa!”
Loki laughed at her protectiveness; she was just as fierce as him.
“Of course, my darling. Only daddy kisses mama.” He soothed her, his grin nothing but devious as he looked at you.
What do you get when Mischief and his teen daughter take a day trip to Asgard? Spilled secrets, a poptart delivery and a magic lesson.
Wordcount: 3470
Warnings: (clingy) dad!Loki, marital waffle torture, Odin shade if you squint, little Mischief vs. Heimdall, Heimdall vs. Loki (lighthearted), uncle!Thor, poptart discourse, New York angst, dad and daughter fluff, no beta
A/N: Awhile ago I got a request for a fluffy oneshot where Loki has a teen daughter and thus this piece was born, which somehow delves into way more than just that? Basically what I'm trying to say is I was rolling with the chaos and might've missed the mark of the request.
Let me know what you think!!
“Rise and shine, sunshine,” Loki sang as he busted into his teenager's room on a Saturday morning, pep in his step, nothing but good mood. Her blackout curtains pulled open with a wave of his magic. “We should make use of such a beautiful day!” He clasped his hands together, his head already bustling with ideas of how to spend the weekend.
His daughter groaned in protest and pulled the duvet over her head, shielding herself from the imposing bright light. She hoped Loki would get the hint that she didn't want to get up yet.
Loki sat on her bed and tugged at the duvet impatiently. “Come now, don't you love your father?” He teased as he peeled back the duvet to reveal her face.
Squinting from the sudden brightness the teen whined petulantly.
“Daddd, it's the weekend! You never had to deal with Midgardian school and it shows, you don’t even realize how cruel it is waking me up so early today.”
Loki didn't miss a beat.
“Precisely, the weekend – the optimal time to spend some time with your father who misses you very much,” he ruffled her hair making her huff.
“Mom, dad's being clingy again! Come get your man!” She yelled, despite not knowing her mother's current whereabouts. Loki gave her a playfully stern look. She narrowed her eyes at him and Loki's expression softened. “Why don't we take a day trip to Asgard?” He tried. His daughter perked up at the suggestion.
“Aha! I knew you'd like that idea,” he grinned triumphantly as he stood from the bed. “Come down for breakfast. Though I suggest you fend for yourself. Your mother is experimenting with the waffles again. They're awful. I will eat them, of course, to make her happy, I will. But they are truly astoundingly awful.” He said conspiratorially.
Loki's daughter burst into laughter.
“I'm gonna tell her you said that!” She threatened playfully.
“Do not dare! Lest she decides to start experimenting with more recipes just to torture me,” he grimaced. “I do think we should ban Asgardian ingredients from our kitchen, it's been getting out of hand.”
“I wonder if I can get Thor to stop sending them…” he muttered to himself as he left the room.
–
“Any plans for the day?” The love of his life tilted her head, hands clasped tightly around the mug of lukewarm coffee.
“Thought we might pop up to Asgard for a visit,” Loki smiled. He reluctantly brought another piece of waffle up to his mouth under his wife's watchful gaze.
She looked from the waffle to his expression and hummed in thought.
“You know… I'm behind on some work, you two gonna be okay on your own?” She asked, observing him with a practiced knowingness.
Meanwhile the teen shoved another spoonful of cereal in her mouth, the crunching sound briefly caught Loki's attention, making his eyes flick to her.
She scrolled through her phone feed, barely paying attention to either of her parents, she certainly wasn't bothered by her father's suffering.
If only he could have something other than these waffles–
Loki's love cleared her throat, interrupting his train of thought. He turned his head.
“Hm? Oh!” He exclaimed, realizing she was still waiting for an answer. “Darling, I can handle looking after my daughter, I am a god after all,” he twirled the fork with another piece of waffle and, distracted by his conceit, happily popped it in his mouth.
His face fell for a split second at the taste. He quickly washed it down with some coffee and grinned at his wife, trying to mask his crumbling facade.
They’re not that bad, he tried to convince himself to no avail.
She suspiciously narrowed her eyes at his action but said nothing regarding it.
“Do I need to remind you of the multiple misadventures you two have gotten into over the years?” Her tone was pointed as she said it.
While the accusation did hold some truth Loki thought it was somewhat unwarranted to label it ‘misadventures’.
Besides he'd never let anything happen to his little sunshine. He prided himself in being a good father, albeit a fun one which did have the potential to get them into… situations. But definitely not misadventures. He found that word quite offensive.
“Merely us having fun.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Back me up here, sunshine?” He looked to his daughter.
She glanced up from her phone.
“Yeah, mom, it's fine. I never got hurt,” she smiled reassuringly. Her dad wasn’t exactly the strict type like her mom. While he did hold authority when needed, it was clear that he wanted to give her a different upbringing than his own. He valued connection and affection more than command and control.
“Do not drag her into this,” his love rebuked Loki. “You two nearly gave Odin a heart attack on multiple occasions!”
“As if it is my fault that the old fool can't handle Mischief squared.” Loki scoffed. He didn’t see what the big deal was.
His wife rubbed her forehead at his insistence of using that ‘team name’ again and again. “I want her safe, Loki.” She warned, all too aware that taming the god of mischief was a futile feat.
“And she will be,” he leaned over to press a kiss to her lips in an effort to calm her nerves.
Their daughter looked up at that and scrunched her face. “Ew! Get a room!” She whined. They chuckled at her immature outburst.
“Ew? Ew? How do you think we made you?” Loki smirked and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“I am noping out of this conversation,” his daughter groaned.
“It was on a chill winters day, your mother was wearing–”
His love slapped his upper arm playfully as she saw the pleading look of her daughter.
“Loki, give it a rest.” She scolded mirthfully. His eyes softened. “Alright, alright, I'll go get us packed,” he pressed a kiss to her cheek.
“You didn’t finish your waffles,” his love pointed out, her eyes holding a mischievous glint that Loki didn't catch as he stood from his seat.
“Ah, yes… I find myself rather full already,” he said before making a hasty exit. She glanced after him unbothered then moved to the sink to begin washing up, humming a song softly under her breath. With Loki having left the room the teen couldn't help but speak up.
“Mom, look I don’t want this to upset you but I just thought you should know… dad doesn't… like your waffles,” she said cautiously, carefully watching for her mother’s reaction. Her mother chuckled from where she was hand washing a bowl.
“You're laughing?” The teen was utterly confused, her spoon now abandoned in her cereal as she studied her mother. Why was she laughing?
“Oh honey, I've known about it all this time. I'm trying to teach him a lesson about being honest instead of sparing my feelings. He’s yet to learn.” Her mother faced her, mischief dancing behind her eyes and in that moment as she laid eyes upon her, their daughter understood why her parents were together. They were two halves of one whole.
–
Loki and his daughter travelled the Bifrost and landed in the watch tower with the Gatekeeper. The teen hunched over gagging from the queasy sensation the rainbow bridge gave her. She may have been a demigod but Midgard didn't have anything close to this in terms of transportation. And she was thankful for it. She’d hate to endure this type of travel daily.
But underneath the small – or medium sized really – torture of the travel of gods, she was more than happy for her feet to be planted in Asgard yet again. After all, unlike Midgard, Asgard was the place where her magic was allowed to run wild and free.
When her body started feeling normal, she straightened up, noticing the Bifrost's protector. “Heimdaaaaall!” She drawled cheekily. “Still stuck in the same spot?” She grinned provokingly.
“She has a remarkable amount of your qualities.” He commented dryly to Loki before turning to the young Mischief. “Hello, little truant.” A small smile tugged at Heimdall’s lips. “You know my eye sees far and wide, and my ear hears all, I have no need for travel by means of foot, or Bifrost for that matter.”
“Truant?” Loki narrowed his eyes at her and while she wasn't exactly afraid of her father, it did make her nervous.
“I don't know what he's talking about!” She defended quickly. “I've been at school, you can check my school app!” She quickly pulled out her phone from her pocket.
“Oh, I know you enchant that to change the statistics!” He hissed. She gasped, clutching at her chest in a dramatic manner. “I do not!”
As they glared at each other Heimdall noticed their perfectly mirrored expressions. Nobody in the Nine Realms would ever be able to deny that this was indeed Mischief's daughter, from her attitude down to her very likeness. He supposed that for crossing a mischievous mortal with a mischievous god… this was an appropriate result.
“And,” Loki added pointedly, “you know the rules, no Midgardian technology when we're on Asgard.” He scolded her before holding out his hand. She groaned, giving the phone up reluctantly. “We will discuss this back home with your mother.” Loki declared.
“You traitor!” She accused Heimdall before stomping out of the watch tower, her magic crackling at her fingertips. She was going to tell her parents about it… eventually.
Heimdall's laughter boomed through the room. “I apologize,” Loki said, magically storing the phone into his pocket dimension. It closed in on itself in a glow of green.
Heimdall straightened himself. “It's nothing that can't be handled. We handled you after all, did we not?” He side eyed Loki with prideful nonchalance.
It was true, Loki had changed drastically in all his years, especially after meeting his love and getting a daughter. Mellowed, per se. At least at a quick glance. The God of Mischief would after all forever rule his domain. It was in the details… like his stealthiness, wit and silver tongue.
Loki patted Heimdall's shoulder. “Don't make me freeze you up again.”
Another booming bout of Heimdall's laughter unfurled around them. “Welcome back, my prince. I think you will find things have changed quite a bit since your last visit…”
His last visit… Thor's coronation. Yes, Loki supposed things have changed under his brother's rule. For one, Thor kept sending Asgardian ingredients to Loki’s wife and Loki really needed to have a talk about it with his brother. He even considered pleading Thor to stop on a few occasions when the god awful flavor of those waffles spread throughout his mouth. But those were low points for him. He was still a god, he would not plead.
“It's good to see you, God of Mischief.” Heimdall nodded his head in recognition. Loki's lips twitched into a smile momentarily. Being known for more than just his mischief had its perks, he would not admit it, but he liked that people’s gazes had softened when they looked at him these days.
“Likewise, Gatekeeper.” Loki left the tower with a curt nod and followed after his daughter.
–
“Is this going to spoil our day, sunshine?” Loki asked worriedly, giving his daughter a concerned glance as they walked towards the throne room in tow of a royal guard. He had hoped they’d be able to skip the formalities but it seemed like his brother had a different idea… One where he got to show off his throne. Loki didn’t exactly blame him. He would’ve done the same.
She sighed. “Of course not… Look dad, I was going to tell you. I just felt awkward about it…” She trailed off, her eyes fleeting around the palace halls. She knew they had to talk about it eventually.
“You felt awkward about skipping school?” He raised an eyebrow, not at all following what she was getting at.
“No. Awkward because of the reason why I skipped…” She took a deep breath. “I like someone, I skipped class with them,” she muttered under her breath, bracing herself for a possible shitshow.
“Oh… you…” Loki tried to process it all. His treasure was growing up. Soon enough she probably won’t even want to hang out with her father. Loki frowned at the thought. No, that couldn’t be but… he had read literature on the topic. As kids grew up they tended to distance themselves from their parents. Was this what was happening here? Was he losing her?
To some boy or girl or what have you, no less?
No. This was unacceptable. He had to come up with a plan to keep their connection alive. He would not lose his daughter.
While Loki got unusually quiet, his daughter got more and more anxious. If this was the quiet before the storm she wanted to delay the storm. The guard opened the door to the throne room, stepping in to announce their arrival. Before Loki could say anything more his daughter already ran into the room.
“Uncle Thor!” She exclaimed ecstatically, running towards him with open arms.
“Ah, my favorite niece!” Thor beamed as he stood from the throne and made it down the dais to hug her.
“I'm your only niece!” She laughed, looking up at the god of thunder.
“So you are,” he chuckled. “Brother,” Thor grinned as Loki walked closer, the blond pulled him into a hug too, patting his back with a little too much force than Loki would prefer. “You said you'd visit more often!” Thor accused, his lips tugging into a slight pout.
Loki reluctantly hugged Thor back. Admittedly he hadn’t gotten used to how clingy Thor got after Loki moved to Midgard and his visits to Asgard got more sparse. Of course, Loki would never admit it out loud but he missed his brother as well. Even if his pats could use a less heavy hand.
“Well you know, ruling Midgard requires a lot of my attention,” Loki raised his chin as he stepped back. “I'm sure you can understand seeing as you are king yourself now.” He smirked. Of course, Loki wasn’t ruling anything except kitchen appliances in his home these days but any chance he got to get under Thor’s skin he would take.
“Do not joke about that matter!” Thor scolded him. “It is my duty to protect the peace of the realms now just as father did once.”
“Why can’t he joke about that?” Little Mischief looked between her father and uncle in suspicion. She had a feeling she was missing some context. She was right.
“Well little one, it was before your time when your father–”
“Exposed Midgard's weak points so they could make informed decisions about how to handle their planet's security moving forward.” Loki cut in quickly. “They should thank me, really.”
Thor and Loki stared at each other wordlessly until Thor's face broke out into an amused smile at the notion that Loki's daughter had never been told about the New York incident. Thor leaned closer to her smugly.
“Nearly annihilated New York.” He whispered as if revealing a secret, because apparently it was a secret that was kept from her. Loki rolled his eyes at his brother as irritation creeped up his back to his neck and color rose to his cheeks at the reminder of his past doings.
“You what?!” Little Mischief gasped, turning to her father.
“Your uncle is exaggerating.” Loki scoffed. She had no need to know about his… troubled past. It was… well, in the past. And besides, Loki had spent much of his time since atoning for his crimes.
“It took assembling the Avengers to stop him. I was part of them. Me and my friends–we stopped him.” Thor gloated.
“Wait… wasn’t mom an Avenger?” Her brows furrowed in confusion and then she slowly pieced it together. They never told her how exactly they met… but… holy shit, did her mom really fall for someone who was trying to wipe out New York?
Loki smirked as he watched recognition wash over her expression. “I don't want to know any details!” Little Mischief said quickly. “Very well,” Loki shrugged, agreeing.
“Now have you secured the goods?” Thor then whispered as if the royal guards would judge him any less while witnessing the exchange, if he did so.
“The blasphemous tarts? Indeed,” Loki handed over the box of poptarts that materialized in his hand. “I do not understand why you enjoy these, you have countless pâtisseries here on Asgard, each one better than the last, they can make you tarts!” He stressed.
Thor, already opened a packet of his favorite Midgardian treat, munching on it, offering some to little Mischief. “It's not the same brother.” Thor sighed happily at the bliss of his favorite poptart flavor.
“Dad, uncle Thor is right,” she agreed, biting into one herself. Loki shook his head but made a mental note to pick up some more boxes of the snack for his daughter on the next grocery store run… which he definitely didn’t do himself because it was below him as a prince and a god but if he had… he would be hiding under an illusion while he browsed the store aisles. But he definitely didn’t do grocery runs like some domestic Midgardian.
“Are father and mother near?” Loki asked curiously.
“Ah, I’m afraid not. After my coronation father decided he wanted to travel the realms.” Thor shook his head. “I do have my duties to attend to soon…” Thor hummed. “Shall we meet later?”
“Of course, brother, later.” Loki nodded. “Come, little one, we have an agenda.”
–
“Focus and let your power flow to your palm. Picture it there and let it materialize,” Loki said gently as he watched his daughter try to copy tiny fireworks flowing out of his hand.
It was a trick his mother had taught him long ago, in his youth. Loki hated to sound sentimental but he missed his mother dearly
… and after the newfound knowledge of his daughter being infatuated with someone, he had quietly hoped he'd be able to converse with Frigga about it.
He wasn’t sure how to handle these new developments… or the little voice in his head saying that his daughter will run off with some person and be lost to him forever. Loki found himself in desperate need of his mother's wisdom regarding parenting. Of course, to his luck Odin had dragged her on a bloody tour of the realms.
Loki's daughter squinted in concentration, trying to push her powers to her palm just like Loki instructed. Only she couldn't succeed.
“It's not working.” She grumbled, plopping down on a tree trunk, resting her head in the palms of her hands and staring out at the water of the Asgardian lake, defeated.
Loki’s gaze softened at her disappointed expression. “You're overthinking it, sunshine. You just do it.” He smiled softly.
“What are you? Sponsored by Nike?” She quipped. Loki laughed at her jest, taking it in good spirit. She could be a real grump sometimes. He sat beside her, observing how the water shimmered from the Asgardian sun.
“You know, I failed plenty of times. Magic, but even more so life is not without failures. What's important is that you try again.”
Looking at her father when he said that, she detected a tired glint in his eyes, faint yet noticeable enough; for the first time she saw not just her dad but the god who had not always succeeded, who had made plenty of mistakes.
“What uncle Thor said about… about New York…”
Loki swallowed thickly as she brought up the topic.
“Do you… Do you still think about it?”
“Every day.” Loki replied quietly.
Neither spoke for a moment, the pause filled with the chirping of birds, a stark contrast to the heaviness passing between them because of their conversation.
His daughter tapped him on the shoulder. When Loki looked at her, misty eyed, little fireworks flew from her palm.
“Feel better?” Little Mischief murmured.
“You did it!” Loki huffed a soft laugh, overjoyed.
She smiled, feeling sorry for her dad at the sight of his glassy eyes.
“Dad, you don’t have to beat yourself up about New York.” His daughter pulled him in for a hug. Loki accepted the gesture, wrapping his arms around her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“It's the Asgardian pollen,” he admitted.
“What?” Little Mischief asked as she pulled away to determine if her father was lying.
“Why do you think I spent so much of my youth reading instead of climbing trees with Thor?” Loki crossed his arms.
“You're pulling my leg.”
“Believe what you will but I'm telling the truth.”
