So can we just agree that Loki is safe with reader? What? He died? But he's with our son pranking Thor.
agreed.
(tagged as spoilers j u s t in case, but it’s just a tiny baby spoiler)
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“Do it again, dad, do it,” the little boy giggles, hugging his pillow tighter to his chest.
“You’ve got to push the button, remember?” Loki leans forwards on the bed, smiling down at his son. “Don’t hit it, just…gently.”
Elliot reaches up, his laughing smile bright enough to light the entire room, and pokes a chubby finger on his father’s nose. Right away a wave of green energy washes over Loki’s body, and then it’s Thor sitting on the edge of Elliot’s bed, shirtless as usual.
“Wha—what did you do, Elliot??”
“Uh oh…” he giggles again and rubs his eyes, watching Loki pretend to be worried with a sleepy grin. “I switch-eroo-ed you.”
“Hmm…well, isn’t that magical.” Loki/Thor strokes his beard thoughtfully, turning to you leaning in the doorway and spreading his arms wide. “What do you think, dearest? Like what your son did with me?”
“Y’know, I don’t think I do,” you laugh, making your way to Elliot’s bed and patting Loki/Thor on the chest. “I think you should put a shirt on and see if we can get our magical kid here to get us our daddy back.”
“I am Thor, god of thunder.” Loki/Thor lifts his arms, flexing his muscles and striking heroic poses to the laughter of you and his son. “And I have not a single shirt in my possession. It would be a sin to cover muscles like these, no?”
“…I’m not answering that.”
Loki/Thor grins at you, and you can still recognise that dark gleam in his eyes through the illusion. “Smart girl…”
“C’mere!” Elliot bounces on the bed a couple times, making grabby hands at his dad. “Lemme push the button again, I want my daddy back!”
“What? What button?” Loki/Thor turns back to Elliot, the whole mattress dipping when he sits on the edge with a huff. “Your father is a smart man, to have a button built in that can change his—oh no.”
Elliot sits back with a giggle, having successfully tapped Loki on the nose again, only to now have a certain Captain America sitting on the edge of his bed, spangly outfit and shield and everything.
“Woah…” Loki/Cap gasps, glancing at the shield with a grin spreading over his face. “I look awesome. It’s a bit tight, but boy, do I feel unstoppable in these pants—”
“I think you need’a fix your button,” Elliot grins, reaching for the shield and putting it on his head, nose scrunching up as he tries to balance it on his head. “You’re not my daddy, Mr. ‘Merica.”
“How is this my fault??” Loki/Cap gasps, pressing his hands to the blue and red adorning his chest. “You’re the one who pressed the button, Lokason. Fix me, quick, I feel like pledging my allegiance to a flag.”
“But I’m not magic.” Elliot shrugs, the shield falling off his curly mop of hair. “Not yet! I need my dad back so he can teach me.”
“Perhaps your mother, then?” Loki/Cap takes a few steps towards you. “She seems like a worthy wielder of powers. Maybe she can fix the button.”
“Nothing’s impossible until mom can’t do it, right?” You laugh and appease the little bedtime charade, tapping your finger on Loki’s nose. He glows green again, shooting you a quick wink, and then he’s little.
Like…a child.
Oh my god, is that what Loki looked like as a kid??
“Oh—oh no, Elliot, help me.” Loki glares up at you, and a shocked laugh leaves your lips. “It appears your mother has sent me back in time.”
“You’re adorable!” You bend down on one knee to be eye level with this weird-kid-Loki, pinching his cheek with a grin. “You’re just as cute as my kid!”
Even as a child, Loki’s eyes turn murderous at the sound of the word “adorable”.
“Okay, that’s weird,” Elliot announces, jumping out of bed and running over to stare at his dad—who’s now the same height, looks to be the same age, and honestly, looks scarily similar to your son. “You’re like…me. Come back, dad, please?”
Loki gives him a small smile—this is just wrong, the two of them the same size and looking at each other…it almost makes you want another kid.
“You know what to do, Lokason.”
Elliot giggles and reaches a finger out to boop the other kid on the nose, and in a flash of green light, Loki—your Loki, tall and normal as he can be—stumbles back a few steps, hair whipping around his face as he looks around, acting confused.
“I just…what—where am I??”
Clapping happily, Elliot throws his arms around Loki’s legs. “You’re home, dad, you’re home!”
Loki’s heart melts, you can see it in his eyes, and the softest smile plays at his lips as he bends to pick his son up. “That I am,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to Elliot’s forehead and carrying him back to bed. “I am home.”
“Hey, mommy?” Elliot stares back at you from over Loki’s shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“C’mere ‘n cuddle with us.”
Well…I mean, you’re not one to take orders, but…
”Sure thing, kiddo.”
A sleepy smile spreads over the kid’s face as Loki lowers him into his bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. “Need anything before you fall asleep?” He runs the backs of his fingers along Elliot’s cheek, smiling softly down at him. “Water? Another blanket?”
“M’not gonna sleep tonight,” Elliot yawns. “M’not tired.”
“Let me know how that works out for you, Lokason.”
“Umm…can you bring Tessi over here?” The little boy waves a hand at his night stand. “It gets too dark in here, I don’t wike it.”
Loki blinks, shooting you a confused look. “Tessi?”
Who knows? you mouth back with a shrug.
“C’mon, dad, you gave me Tessi,” Elliot giggles sleepily, rubbing his eyes as he yawns again. “My nightlight, over there!”
Ohhh. Tessi the Tesseract, of course.
Loki laughs and goes to get it out of its case on his dresser, bringing the glowing cube over to rest on his bedside nightstand. “Better?”
The little boy smiles and snuggles into his pillows. “Better.”
The god bends down to plant another kiss to Elliot’s forehead. “Goodnight, Elliot. I love you to the stars and back.”
“G'night, daddy.” Elliot reaches for both of you, pulling you in for what he calls his ‘extra-warm-double-hug’ (the best thing in the world, don’t even try to argue).
Little kids tend to have some cute quirks to them. Some like that double-hug, his arms around both your necks as he plants a kiss on each of your cheeks. But Elliot’s cutest, purest little quirk?
He doesn’t really say “I love you.”
He snuggles back into his pillow, eyes fluttering closed as he pulls the blankets to his chin, and his voice comes out drowsy and sluggish, but undeniably, indisputably happy.
“You make my heart warm.”
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hope you enjoyed, feel free to send me ideas!
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