IrishHappiness

Anyway, hopefully, that means that I am going to post more even if I also need to study so it won't be a regular schedule but at least I can finish some things that I was pushing back because they were started on my phone and I need the computer for the rest.

Title: No Choice

Pairing: Dad!Loki x Mom!Asgardian Female Reader

Warnings: New parent exhaustion, protective mother, gentle manipulation, soft flirting Words: 300 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles, Yes they are back.. connected to this… and this… and this… this and THIS (I do love them so) Prompt: June 25th - “I hate to do this, you leave no choice.”

The baby had been fussing for nearly an hour.

Not crying. Only squirming against your chest, tiny fists curled in your gown, little face turning restlessly stuck in state she did not understand.

You hated being unable to ease it for her.

Loki stood near the bed, watching yo, knowing better then to intervene, but worried for you all the same.

“You need sleep,” he started before you cut him off

“I need everyone to stop telling me that.” You huffed

His mouth twitched. “It’s a reasonable request.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t patronise me.”

“I would never.” He crossed the room slowly, palms visible, he came in surrender “I only wish to hold my daughter.”

“She’s unsettled.” You tried adjusting your hold.

“She only being particular, she gets it from me.”

You almost smiled despite yourself.

Loki saw it and moved closer, leaning down to brush his mouth against your temple. Then your cheek. Then the corner of your mouth, gentle enough to make your tired body betray you by softening.

“There she is,” he murmured.

“Loki.” Your tone saying everything words couldn’t

His lips found yours properly, warm and lingering, one hand sliding to the back of your neck while the other moved with disgraceful stealth.

By the time you realised the weight had shifted, your daughter was tucked safely in his arm, blinking up at him in mild betrayal.

You gasped. “You thief.”

“I hate to do this, you leave no choice.” He moved back from you.

“You seduced me to steal my baby.”

“Our baby,” he corrected, rocking her with infuriating competence. “And yes.”

You tried to glare.

Loki only smiled, soft and victorious.

“You can have her back when I’m satisfied your rested.” He kissed his daughter dark hair.

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: Come and Get Your Love - Redbone / “What's the matter with you”

A/N2: Reader is plus sized, female. No other physical descriptors used.

Warnings: Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 240

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With what little energy you have you leave the bed as quietly as you can. Your honeymoon has been so much wilder than you could've ever dreamed and you need a little time alone to process.

Despite the pleasant ache between your legs you manage to get yourself cleaned up and dressed. You'll head down to the hotel restaurant and bring up some breakfast for you and Ransom. A nice little solo excursion that should have you back before Ransom wakes up. Goodness knows he needs his rest and probably wouldn't mind a little alone time of his own.

When you return to the honeymoon suite, carefully packed boxes of breakfast in hand, the first thing you see is Ransom on the couch with his arms crossed. His pretty lips are shaped into a pout and he's looking very upset.

"What's the matter with you?" you tease from the door.

"You abandoned me," he pouts.

"Abandoned? I just went to get us some breakfast."

"And I woke up to a cold, lonely bed."

"I thought you would've liked some time alone."

"What I like is waking up to you."

"Me or my boobs?" you chuckle, offering him a box of food.

"Both!" he pouts, ignoring the proffered food.

"I guess I'll just have to make it up to you," you sigh, making him perk up. "After I've had some food."

"Fine. After all, you're gonna need the energy," he smirks.

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A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: Come and Get Your Love - Redbone / “What's the matter with you”

A/N2: Reader is plus sized, female. No other physical descriptors used.

Warnings: Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 240

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With what little energy you have you leave the bed as quietly as you can. Your honeymoon has been so much wilder than you could've ever dreamed and you need a little time alone to process.

Despite the pleasant ache between your legs you manage to get yourself cleaned up and dressed. You'll head down to the hotel restaurant and bring up some breakfast for you and Ransom. A nice little solo excursion that should have you back before Ransom wakes up. Goodness knows he needs his rest and probably wouldn't mind a little alone time of his own.

When you return to the honeymoon suite, carefully packed boxes of breakfast in hand, the first thing you see is Ransom on the couch with his arms crossed. His pretty lips are shaped into a pout and he's looking very upset.

"What's the matter with you?" you tease from the door.

"You abandoned me," he pouts.

"Abandoned? I just went to get us some breakfast."

"And I woke up to a cold, lonely bed."

"I thought you would've liked some time alone."

"What I like is waking up to you."

"Me or my boobs?" you chuckle, offering him a box of food.

"Both!" he pouts, ignoring the proffered food.

"I guess I'll just have to make it up to you," you sigh, making him perk up. "After I've had some food."

"Fine. After all, you're gonna need the energy," he smirks.

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They are gorgeous.