Daddy’s Back
Daddy!Loki x Little!Reader
Summary: Loki promised he’d be back but he’s late which upsets you
Genre: Fluff, comfort, age regression
*not proof read*
The castle halls were quiet, save for the soft rustling of rain against the windows of Asgard. The golden walls, usually so grand and imposing, felt warm and cozy today. You padded softly on the carpeted floors, your bare feet making no sound. The sleeves of your oversized jumper nearly swallowed your hands, and the stuffy bunny you held close was beginning to show signs of being well-loved.
Loki had promised he’d be back before the rain started. But the rain had started, and he still wasn’t here. You were trying very hard to be patient.
You sniffled softly and climbed up onto the enormous divan in the library, curling up like a kitten with your bunny in your arms. You mumbled to yourself, repeating things Loki had told you before. “Daddies always come back. He said he would.” You tugged the sleeves of your jumper over your hands and rubbed your eyes.
Just as a tiny whimper escaped your lips, the door creaked open.
“Little star?” came that familiar velvet voice.
You peeked up with big, teary eyes. “D-Daddy…”
Loki was across the room in a moment, his long green cloak swirling behind him as he knelt beside the couch and reached for you gently.
“Oh, sweet one,” he murmured, cupping your cheek with a cool hand. “I’m here. I’m so sorry I was late.”
You launched yourself into his arms without a second thought, bunny squished between you both. “You said you’d be back b-before the rain,” you hiccuped, your voice muffled in his tunic.
“I know, dove,” Loki whispered, holding you close and stroking your hair. “I was caught up in the court longer than I expected. I should’ve sent a raven ahead. That was my fault.” He kissed the top of your head. “But I’m here now. And I won’t leave again tonight, I promise.”
You nodded, though your arms stayed tightly wrapped around him. “I tried to be big… but I got w-worried…”
“My brave little one,” he said, easing himself onto the divan with you still in his arms. He tucked you into his side, pulling a soft enchanted blanket out of thin air with a flick of his fingers. It shimmered like starlight but felt warm as sunlight. “You never have to be big when I’m here. You’re safe now.”
You nestled against his chest, breathing in the scent of him—magic, pine, and something warm and rich like spiced cocoa. “C’n we cuddle lots, Daddy?”
“Of course we can,” he said softly, brushing his lips across your temple. “All evening. We’ll read stories, and I’ll make cocoa appear from thin air, and perhaps if my darling wishes it—” he glanced down with a twinkle in his eye, “—a little magic puppet show from the prince of mischief himself?”
Your eyes lit up, and you nodded eagerly, your earlier worry already melting away.
“Only if there’s bunnies in it,” you whispered.
Loki chuckled. “Only bunnies? I’ll have to summon an entire court of royal rabbits, then.”
You giggled and buried your face into his chest, feeling completely and utterly safe. The rain outside continued to fall, but it no longer mattered. You were wrapped in Loki’s arms, and his heartbeat was your lullaby.
Here, in the quiet glow of the library and the soft safety of his embrace, you were just his little one. And he was your daddy.
And that was all you needed.
