What happens when Loki meets someone who actually calls him on his bullshit instead of running and hiding? Word Count : 1017 A/N:Please send me some prank ideas for the next part, I don’t feel like I have nearly enough in it! Also hit me up with your thoughts and feels?
“It is alright, let him out.” Thor’s voice boomed as he
stomped to where Loki was locked away, watching people mill about with such
boredom Thor wondered how his brother managed to keep himself slumped upright
against the wall.
“Well brother what is it this time, a gift from (Y/N), words
of insults reminding me how foolish I am?” To Loki’s surprise there was no
retaliation, in fact all Thor did was let him out and lead him to the halls.
(A/N) I decided it’s time to post this thingy! I hope you enjoy it and if you want to be tagged, let me know! This is also going to be a multi chapter fic and will be posted on thursday! I hope I didn’t just jinx us! *fingers crossed*
Summary: Imagine being
Tony’s adoptive daughter no one knows about because you’re studying abroad. One
day you come home without saying a word and all the Avengers are confused by
your appearance and especially Loki being quite smitten by you. The Avengers,
especially Natasha being very protective of you when they notice the
tricksters’ interest in you. You on the other side, being the curious girl you
always were, wanted to know more about the mysterious guy and the world he
Pairings: Loki x Reader ; Tony Stark x daugther!Reader
Tip from my
side: if your dad, mum or any other relative is a super hero, especially if he
is a part of the Avengers, never forget that! I did, and that lead to me
standing in the living room of my adoptive father, Tony, and having various
weapons pointed at me.
You see, I’m currently having troubles at my college and decided to take a
break and visit my father, completely forgetting that he is Iron Man and that
the ‘Stark Tower’ was transformed into the ‘Avengers Tower’ and that said
Avengers, are now living there.
“Who are you?” Natasha Romanoff, Russian Agent, rough childhood. She pointed
one of her guns at my head and I had no doubt that she could blow my head off.
“(Y/N) Stark. Starks daughter? Well adoptive daughter. Where is he anyway?” The
way the others looked at me was really amusing. Only one of them, who I guessed was Loki, looked rather bored. He didn’t even
bother to stand up and point anything at me.
“Miss (Y/N), should I inform your father of your presence?” Ah, how I missed
Jarvis. Before I went to college, as lonely as it sounds, he was my only
friend. “No thanks Jarvis. I will tell him myself, but where exactly is he?”
“Right here.” I turned around and saw my father standing there, with his arms
outstretched, ready for a hug. And a hug he received.
“I missed you Dad.” I buried my face in his neck. “I missed you too kiddo.” He
squeezed me harder against him, kissing my scalp.
“I see you already met the others. This is Thor, Steve, Bruce, Natasha, Clint
and behind them on the couch is Loki.” He pointed at each one, but as soon as
he mentioned Loki, a snarl took over his face.
“You do know that I have a TV at the college. I know who they are. All of
them.” I laughed and the other lowered their weapons.
“So Tony, you never told us you had a daughter, and such a gorgeous one too.”
Thor smirked and bowed his head. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady (Y/N).” He
took my hand and gently kissed my knuckles. “So, how’s your brother complex
going Thor?” Loki, tried to hide a laugh, at which he clearly failed. Thor, on
the other hand, looked at me with wide eyes and a faint blush on his cheeks.
“What?” I laughed, rolling my eyes.
“Is my room still available?” Tony nodded and I grabbed my bags, making my way
to the elevator.
As soon as I was, what the others thought, out of earshot, they began asking
tony questions. Even though, it was mostly Thor asking what I meant with
No one noticed the handsome god making his way to the elevator too.
“So you are Starks little princess.” He didn’t look at me, just stared at the
“I’m neither little nor a princess. I’m his adopted daughter. I guess we have
something in common.” I smirked at him. Before he could talk again, the
elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.
“Excuse me.” I walked out and smirked to myself, picturing his face.
my room, I noticed one problem. The last time I’ve been here, I apparently
still had my ‘pink phase’. My walls were pink and so was my most of my
furniture. That was a real problem.
“Jarvis. Where is the next interior centre? Oh and I need some new clothes and
a new wallpaper. This one won’t do.” I left my bag on the floor and exited the
“Anything else, Miss (Y/N)?” Jarvis artificial voice inquired. “Yes, I need my
father’s credit card and a car. Send the location of the store to my phone,
“The location is send. And I think your father’s (F/C) would be to your liking.”
My phone buzzed and I had the location.
“I think so too Jarvis. The keys are still where they always are?” Jarvis answered
with a polite ‘Yes Miss’ and I took the elevator up to the living room again.
“Hey sweet pea, do you need anything?” Tony sat with the others, drink in hand.
“Yes, your credit card.” I shot the others a tight lipped smile, looking back
at my father. “What for?” He stood up and got his wallet out of his jeans
“Have you seen my room? It’s pink.” He laughed and passed it to me. “Need any
help?” “I’ll let Jarvis let you know when I’m back so you can help carry most
of the stuff to my room. And maybe we can fix it together.” He smiled at me and
kissed my forehead. “Of course kiddo.”
shopping trip, I drove back to the Avengers Tower, telling Jarvis to let my
father know of my return. The answer wasn’t really what I hoped for.
“Your father asked me to tell you that they had to go on a mission. He is sorry
Miss (Y/N).” Jarvis’s voice followed me to the elevator. Biting my tounge, I
shook my head.
“I know Jarvis, I know.” I moved the wallpaper and everything I needed to
remove my old wallpaper to the elevator. The new floor I chose, was too heavy,
so I had to wait for my father’s return anyway.
I brought all the stuff to my room, but immediately lost my interest in
It was almost lunch time anyway, so I decided to go to the kitchen and cook
something for myself.
I didn’t expect Loki to be sitting in the living room, reading.
“I thought you were out on a mission.” I checked the fridge and cupboards,
deciding what I should cook. “Well, they never take me with them. Not that I’m
complaining.” Loki didn’t look up from his book, but his voice was softer than
“Know how that feels. Want something to eat?” I leaned against the kitchen
counter, looking at the Trickster God. “Deepens on what you’re cooking.” “I
thought about Carbonara.” I took everything I needed out of the fridge and the
cupboards, laying it out before me.
“What is that?” Loki quietly came up behind me, surprising me. “God, Loki! Warn
me the next time you sneak up on me!” I looked at him with wide eyes, but he
“There would be no fun if I did that, pet.” He looked over my shoulder at the
ingredients, still grinning. “Don’t get used to the nickname Loki. My name is
(Y/N) and you’ll call me exactly that.”
He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, but nodded.
“So, do you want some, or not?” I looked at him and put my hands against his
chest, trying to get a little distance between me and the god.
“Why not?” He went back to the couch, leaving me alone in the kitchen.
I was in the middle of cooking when my phone buzzed.
“Hey dad. How’s the mission going?” I put the phone between my right ear and
shoulder and continued to stir the pasta.
“Just fine honey! You fucking-! Sorry, I just wanted to -Oh come on!- check if
everything’s okay -Asshole!- over there.” He was still in his suite, fighting
“Everything’s perfect. Call me again when you’re finished. Love you.” I hung up
before he could answer, taking my phone and putting it back on the counter.
“Miss (Y/N), I am supposed to tell you that your father loves you too.” “Thanks
Deciding the pasta was ready, I put a sieve into the sink and lifted the pot. I
was just sieving the pasta when Loki appeared behind me again, affectively
scaring me. I let go of the pot and the hot water splashed onto my hands.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” I fell to the floor, pressing my hands to my chest. Loki,
looked worried for once.
“Where does it hurt?” He put his hands out, waiting for me to put mine into
“Stay away you creep! God!” Huffing he took my hands and the pain almost
immediately lessened. Loki closed his eyes and focused, his hands becoming
colder by the second.
And there was something else. His hands turned blue and some sort of pattern
appeared on his skin. Slowly, his whole body, at least everything I could see,
became blue and had the same pattern. The next time he opened his eyes, they
were blood red. But that wasn’t it, there were also so many emotions in them.
Fear, insecurity, shame. All those emotions were behind those eyes that looked
at me pleadingly. Pleading that I don’t throw him away like so many others did.
I took my hands out of his and a new emotion appeared, hurt. Seeing this, I
immediately put my left hand back in his. With my right, I touched his cheek.
It was as cold as ice but I didn’t pull back. I couldn’t. All the emotions were
gone, replaced by confusion and happiness.
“You’re not scared?” After a few minutes of silence he spoke up. “Why should I?
You’re beautiful.” He huffed and pulled back. Before I could say something he
vanished into thin air, leaving me alone on the kitchen floor.
I sat there
for about ten minutes, until Jarvis asked if I was alright. After telling him
that everything was fine and he mustn’t tell my father about what just
happened, I finished cooking. As soon as I was done eating, I filled a plate
and brought it to Loki’s room. It was the first time I noticed that his room
was on the same floor as mine.
I knocked on the door and waited for a response, which never came. So I slowly
opened the door and looked inside. The room was in green and gold, there were
also a big bed and a very comfortable looking reading chair. The walls were
lined with bookshelves the reached the ceiling.
“What do you want?” His voice as sharp as the knife he was playing with in bed.
“I just brought you something to eat. If you still want it.” I walked inside
the room and put the plate down on his nightstand. “Well, if you’re in a better
mood, I could use your help. My room is just down the hall, last one on the
right. See you!” I was just about to leave the room when he grabbed my left
“How are your hands?” He inspected it carefully, but didn’t find anything, so
he let go again. “I’m sorry about that. I’ll be more careful from now on.” He
looked me in the eyes and I knew, even though he was the God of Mischief, his
words were true. So I nodded and left his room, getting ready to work on my
It took me
a few hours, but I managed to break down all my furniture. Now I remembered why
I asked my father to help me. It took a while to get all the stuff out of my
room, but somehow, I did it. I brought it downstairs into the garage, leaving
it there for the moment.
Taking the elevator, I went back up again.
“Jarvis, put on some music. This will take a while.”
Dancing to ‘Back in Black’ from AC DC, I began to scrape the wallpaper down.
Even though Tony wasn’t my biological father, we had a lot in common. We liked
the same music, were intelligent and loved building things. He had his suit and
I had my hover board. I only used it on the large campus, what can I say? I’m
too lazy to walk all the time and it’s a lot faster.
It took me some time to convince the University council to allow me to use it,
but it’s definitely a pro to be Tony Stark’s daughter. And I never broke
Well…except for the time one of the other students ran in my way. And the time
the board had a malfunction. Oh, and the time…! Let’s not dwell on the past…right?
Either way. We had enough in common for him to be my real father. The only
thing that wouldn’t fit, is that he actually wanted me. Sure, I was the one
that practically begged him to adopt me, but he still chose me.
Being absorbed in my thoughts, I didn’t notice the handsome god entering my
“Midgard to (Y/N)?” He tapped my shoulder, making me spin around and threaten
him with my spatula.
“Loki! What did you say about not surprising me?!” I took the spatula down and
looked at him with wide eyes. “I tried to warn you, but you didn’t react.”
Huffing I turned around and continued scrapping at the wall.
“Do you need to get that down?” He stood in the middle of my room, looking
“Yup. All four walls need to be bare.” I could barely finish before Loki snipped
his fingers and the walls were naked.
“Can you also put those up on the wall?” I pointed at the wallpaper rolls,
lying on the floor.
Snipping again, my walls were covered in the wallpaper and the rolls were gone.
“My ceiling should look like a sky full of stars.” I grinned at the men-I mean
god, in front of me and he smirked. This time, he moved his hands around and a
few seconds later, my ceiling was covered in blinking stars.
“Wow.” I looked around my room, more than happy with the result. “I thought
they took all your magic?” He smirked at me. “They took enough from me so I
can’t escape. But I can still teleport inside this place and I can use a little
magic. Enough to help you redecorate your room.”
“Perfect! Come with me!” Taking his hand, I pulled him to the elevator and to
the garage, where my new floor still waited.
“By the way, what is a ‘creep’?” Loki looked at me, confusion written all over
his face. We were standing in the elevator, going down.
I couldn’t supress a snicker. “A person that kind of scares you, but…more
like…I don’t even know. Google it.” “Google?” Face palming myself, I stepped
out of the elevator, walking to the pyramid of floorboards.
“This needs to go up into my room.” Nodding, he snipped again and the pyramid
“Can I keep you?” I took his hand again and pulled him to the elevator. Instead
of answering my, very serious question, he chuckled and followed me.
Upstairs he changed the floor for me and asked me if I needed anything else.
“Well…a bed would be nice. But all the shops are closed by now. Your magic is
not enough to teleport things from a magazine or the internet into this room,
Loki shook his head.
“You can sleep in your father’s bed. His other half isn’t here right now.”
“Yuck no! I don’t want to know how many times the both of them had sex in
there!” Chuckling at my response he walked out of my room.
“Wait! Can I sleep at yours tonight?” I leaned out the door, watching his back.
“Who says I don’t masturbate?”
“You probably do, but you’re not my father! That only makes it half as gross.”
“Be my guest!” He entered his room, leaving me grinning at the door to my room.
This is definitely going
to be fun.
It’s been thirteen years since you married Loki. It was really weird having this big, sophisticated wedding in Asgard with all those acient rituals and garment. Your familly was very alienated at first but over time they started to have fun.
Now you and Loki are happy parents of triplets. Magical triplets. All of them inharited their dad’s powers. Altough they have to be trained. You were glad that your husband promised to take care of it.
“Honey, I need to… WHAT THE HELL???” you shouted as you saw your children dressed up in armors and running inside labirynth which out of nowhere appeared in your garden
“They’re children of Loki of Asgard and Midgardian Y/N. All burdened with glorius purposes.”
“I know, I meant those armors and labirynth. You were supposed to teach them”
“Yes. But even in this bright year of freedom we need to be prepared. And now I have an army” he said with proud father’s tone
You tried not to laugh and scold him but you failed miserably.
“Just don’t hurt them. Or don’t let them hurt you.”
“Promise.” Loki smiled and started giving commands to your infants