You watched Loki, hidden behind the door to your shared room. He had a bright smile on his face, which even reached his eyes, making them light up in the most beautiful way. He laughed and cooed at your child, poking the infant occasionally with his hands. The child giggled with him, adoring the way their father paid attention to them. Loki lifted them high above him, and the child squealed, little arms flailing wildly. “You’re quite lively today, little one!”, he cooed. You felt your heart warm up at the cute scene.
“You’re looking more like (YN) every day.”, he sighed dreamily, gently running his hand over the infants head. A blush appeared on your face, and you had to bite your lip to keep from giggling. That was so adorable. Loki turned his head, looking straight at you. “You can come in. We’re not going to bite.”, he smiled, bringing his attention back to your child. As soon as the door was open, the childs gaze landed on you. They held out their arms, still giggling. Carefully you took them, cradling them close to your chest. Little fists grabbed your shirt as they yawned cutely. “Aw, I think it’s bedtime.”, you cooed, pressing a kiss to their temple. You bounced whilst walking to their bed, gently bringing them down into it. Loki stood from the bed, making his way over to you.
Arms wrapped around your middle and his head rested on top of yours. The two of you stayed silent for a while, watching your child fall asleep. “I want another one”, Loki whispered. Your eyebrows raised. “Really, mister ‘I’ll be a bad father’?” He chuckled and nuzzled into the side of your head. “Well, what do you say? Do you want another child?” You nodded absent-mindedly, a yawn escaping you. “Not right now, I see. Let’s go to bed too, love.”
Thor did not know what to expect upon entering an arranged marriage, but he thought conversation at least would be part of it. Yet in the privacy of their shared quarters Loki remained most entirely self-contained, lost in a world of their own making.
NOTES/WARNINGS: Something I have been working on off Tumblr, let me know what you think to see if I will continue to post it here.
Loki flicked the channel again, after barely a moment, another channel, and another, and another, before throwing the remote to the side of the couch in irritation. Midgardians were obsessed about the amount of television they were watching each day but rarely was there anything worth watching. How could any being care about what some vapid women stated about the everyday going-ons in their shallow meaningless lives, or how Midgardian tools were made, it was utterly uninteresting.
He had been banished to Midgard for almost two years by this point, and his seidr remained contained within a special stone, similar to those used to case the infinity powers around Thor’s neck for safe keeping, and could only be accessed in times of great need with the assistance of Mjolnir so to ensure that Loki did not attempt any harm to Thor.
For the days that followed, Loki noticed that Stark Industries CEO’s assistant was not present in the Tower very often. He had heard that she was awaiting Ms Potts on a lower floor, but had not returned to the penthouse common area, the scene of her little ‘incident’ as Loki had come to call it. His curiosity was getting the better of him, but he knew better than to ask about her, such actions would only raise suspicion.
It was another afternoon that he heard the elevator coming towards him that he stood back a slight bit, not knowing if there were any of the Avengers going to walk out of it. He had once tried to stand his ground against a friend of the Super Soldier that donned a metal arm, but neither man moved for nothing short of three hours until Thor and the Captain dragged both away from each other. Since he was not in the mood for such antics he merely pretended to have been waiting a slight bit back, to begin with.
When the doors opened, he was unsurprised to see someone else inside it, though who it was surprised him slightly. He walked in and saw that the elevator was heading to the common area, so he was not required to press anything. Instead, he stared at the other occupant of the elevator.
Imagine everyone on Asgård has a soulmate, but Loki hasn’t been able to find his. He gets teased for maybe not having one, but then he finds out he has a soulmate too; you, but you were banished down to Midgård for making too much pranks on everyone at the castle. Loki comes to see you and wants to take you back to Asgård, but Odin does not agree. Loki still brings you back, but you have to stay hidden. Einherjar try to hunt you down, and Loki tries to get Odin to change his mind about you. Then Odin almost gets killed, but you save him, and he lets you stay on Asgård and marry Loki.
I made these Avengers heels for a friends wedding. Prompted by this tutorial by Ironspy. Huge thanks for that tutorial, I was so excited to do it.
Was really happy how they turned out! And now I want to do more of course. It did feel like I was commiting some kind of horrible sin by cutting up a comic but it was worth it. (And for my own amusement I printed out a Loki to hide on the heels). I have a big fancy laser printer, not sure if inkjet would work the same so if you try yourself do a test!
And of course, I had to put a message for a cause dear to my heart. #coulsonlives.
Notes: Gen. Written for @foreverlokid‘s request for a post-Age of Ultron ficlet where Thor discovers
that Loki is on Asgard, posing as Odin.
Yikes. This one scared me a bit.
When Thor’s shadow falls over Loki, it is like a physical weight. His finger stops moving in the middle of the page, right over the word oversight. The beat of his heart first slows, then quickens as he looks up to take in his older brother’s towering form.
Loki has been caught at last.
He sits on the unkempt floor of his old chambers, surrounded by books pulled from the magical hiding place he carved out at the base of a traveling chest. The book he has chosen is rare, stolen decades ago from the All-Father’s library of forbidden texts. It is not the only one Loki has hidden in his room.
This would not be an unusual sight were it not for two things, the first of which having much to do with Thor’s belief that Loki is dead. The second problem is that he is wearing the All-Father’s face, and while Loki might behave in this manner—so distracted by his research that he simply sat in the middle of the floor to read rather than taking the time to locate a proper chair—Odin would most assuredly do no such thing.
How strange he must appear. A withered old king, reading on the floor like a child.