#cute loki

Sylvie: So? Not my problem.

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Mobius: Hey, have you seen Loki?

Sylvie: I dunno, he said he was bored and went to go find something to do.

Mobius: …what? CODE RED! CODE RED! LOCKDOWN THE TVA! LOKI WAS BORED! THIS IS NOT A DRILL, PEOPLE!

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Loki: You’re so cute!

After another Asgardian ball, he finally asks if he could be yours, which you happily said yes to

Since then the two of you have been inseparable

Loki would handpick flowers for you

He would send love letters

He would ask you to go out every weekend

He always treated you to food when you guys went out, even though you offered to pay

You got Loki into technology, so when you two weren’t together, he would always send texts for date ideas

You both watched kids fall down as a date idea once, it was a fun day

Loki asked you on a beach date which you excited you…when he saw your outfit he was blushing like crazy

He treated you like a princess, I mean..of course he did?! You were his good girl after all!

That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t annoy the shit out of you (especially when you were busy)

“Hey” poke “Hey” poke “Hey” poke “Hey poke” he kept poking you

“WHAT?!” you say, frustrated with your work and him annoying you

“You’re cute when you’re mad”

You flipped him off, he acted offended

“You can’t hate meeeee!” He kept going

“Oh but I cannnnnn! If you’re annoyinggggg!” You teased back

Loki now acted sad and you gave in by kissing him on the cheek and then returning to work

Loki smiled at you and helped you with your work

About:

What if Sally Jackson was Loki Odinson? See Loki and Percy take the Marvel Universe by storm.

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Chapter 2, Part 1: The Sea Protects

Loki wakes up the next day clinging to Poseidon. He sighs, his bloodshot eyes, dried tear tracks, and dry throat greet him as he is raw from crying and sobbing into his lover's arms for most of the night. Poseidon appears to still be asleep (a rarity for the god to actually sleep), and Loki goes to grab some water, once again frustrated he had to seal his magic, but comforted he changed back to his original form for now, so he is in a physically conforming body for once. Especially since coming to Midgard when he's in a male mindset instead of his default as Sally physically all the time. 

He gulped the glass of water greedily down, the cool water refreshing and very much needed. He stares at the yellow light of the sun making its way through the cabin's windows as rain lightly drips down the window pane. Loki wondered if his late maternal grandfather Freyr was somehow looking at him, his essence now infused with the universe around him, as is the fate of all faded gods. He was, after all, the god of the sun, fertility, peace, and rain, and all those things were currently present. Loki thought it was an omen, a good or bad one Loki wasn’t sure of, though. Maybe his baby would join his grandfather as well. 'No! Stop, thinking about your baby's death, Loki!' 

Ugh, Loki's mood is in the gutter again. Maybe he can grab more sleep before Poseidon wakes up, so he doesn't have to think about anything anymore.

Unfortunately, once Loki got under the covers, careful not to wake Poseidon. All he could think about was his child's doom.

He knew that it wouldn't be easy to have this child, but he didn't think that his unborn child already had a death sentence on them. The child, If going by the prophecy, they will die when they are sixteen! They won't even make it to their first ᛈᚨᛋᛋᚨᚷᛖ ᛟᚠ ᚲᚺᛁᛚᛞᚺᛟᛟᛞ ("Passage of childhood"). 

They won't even make it anywhere close to adulthood, at least by going how Asgardians age (if the child will even age like an Asgardian!). Asgardians reach adulthood on their 500th birthday (or an equivalent of midgardian's 20th), and ugh Loki himself is only 1036! Equivalent to 25 for midgardians! He's too young to be a mother!

Loki won't even age an adult Asgardian year when this child's birth and death is set (which is every 100 years)! Loki can't breathe! It's too soon, he hasn't even had his child yet and he's going to lose them in a blink of an eye!

Loki thought he was done with his crying last night, but here it is again. Luckily, before Loki can get lost in his sorrows, strong arms wrap around him and hold him steady while he cries. Loki smells the soothing ocean, and he is glad his lover is right here with him.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Poseidon asks once Loki shaking and sobbing dies down.

Loki nods into Poseidon's chest and sighs into his embrace, "I just feel so incredibly overwhelmed, Poseidon. I don't know what to do, and I already feel like I'm mourning a child who isn't even born yet."

"Not to mention all the hardships this child will have to go through by being our child. Will they even have support from any gods aside from us? Or will their very existence have to remain a secret? Their powers and magic sealed away, lest other gods try and kill them?!" Loki yells frustrated.

Poseidon breathes deeply, troubled and worried for his child. However, he knows that not all gods will be against this child, perhaps it's time for Loki to meet some of his family.

"My star, I can't speak for all the gods, but I know not all will be against our child. While I do think the child will be safer with less people knowing their full heritage, as word will be less likely to spread, I know my wife Ampritrite and my son Triton are loyal to the sea, to me, and would never harm any of my children and I know they would help if they are informed of this dire situation."

"Your wife?! Wouldn't she be like Hera, and resent you and my child for being born of unfaithfulness."

Poseidon laughs, "My αγάπη (“love”)," he looks fondly into Loki's emerald eyes, so much like the jewel but more - filled with life and magic of the worlds, "We are Greek. We rarely conform to one lover. When Amphitrite agreed to be my queen, she agreed because she and I got to keep our freedom. We both take our own lovers from time to time. Sometimes we even find partners we both favor. However, we still love one another as husband and wife, as she is forever my queen, as I am her king."

Loki huffs but still feels a pang in his heart. He knew their love was temporary, but he still wants Poseidon’s comforting embraces and nicknames and love. However, he hides his pain by rolling his eyes, "You didn't think to tell me this before?"

"Like you didn't tell me that you were a god?" Poseidon shoots back playfully.

"Fair." Loki concedes.

"And you're sure that Amphitrite and Triton won't mind, and even help?" Loki asks worriedly, searching into Poseidon's eyes and finding the greens and blues of the calm ocean waves to be reassuring.

"Absolutely." Poseidon says with absolute certainty.

Notes:

My chapters here on Tumblr are going to be shorter than what will be posted on my Ao3 account for practicality.

I will link the Ao3 fic as well when I post it there.

Also, for how Asgardians age. They age normally until they reach 12, and then their age slows significantly (and will physically and mentally age a year for about every 61 years lived). Then, they reach adulthood at 500 (or 20 for us humans and will physically age a year for every 100 years lived).

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Notes: I'm stuck at home with fever, feeling miserable so I wrote a little comfort drabble with my favourite alligator 😇

Words: 460

Summary: being stuck in your room with a fever sucks, fortunately there is a very special alligator around to keep you company

You groaned as you slumped back into bed, your damp clothes uncomfortably clinging to your body. Illness was something you despised, not only because it physically confined you to the bed, but also because it had a way of infiltrating your mind, engulfing every waking moment with a sense of despair. You were an Avenger, you were supposed to save the world, help others, not be struck down helplessly with a fever. Despite your best efforts to hold back the tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, they eventually streamed down your face accompanied by audible sobs until...

Suddenly something was poking you, persistently, in the side. Annoyed and snivelling, you turned over, ready to dismiss whatever annoyance existed in your personal space. To your surprise, your eyes fell upon the alligator variant of Loki nudging you with his snout. This particular variant may lack the ability to speak or shape-shift, but he always found a way to make you understand. For some inexplicable reason, he had become obsessed with you ever since Thor brought him to the Avengers' headquarter, and since then, the two of you had become inseparable. Once he was certain that he had captured your undivided attention, he gingerly slithered onto your lap and curled up, pressing his snout against your stomach, his yellow eyes locked onto yours, as if trying to will away the illness that plagued you. It was a display of care and love so unexpected, yet so comforting. The day turned into night, in the sanctuary of your embrace, Loki stayed faithfully by your side. Each morning, he would make his way to your room, curling up beside you with his scaly body snugly pressed against yours. His presence brought a sense of reassurance during your arduous journey towards recovery. Without uttering a single word, his company and gentle touch became a guiding light, leading you through the darkest moments of your fever.

As the days passed and your strength gradually returned, he still remained by your side. Sometimes he would attempt to force you to move around a bit, other times, he would bring you food, playfully rolling his eyes as you questioned the mysterious disappearance of half of the cookies from the bag which never failed to paint a smile across your face. It was an unspoken language between you, filled with a profound understanding, unconditional support and a happiness you never wanted to let go of again. To the rest of the Avengers he was an annoyance, even more so than this universe's own Loki, to Thor he was a fancy pet but to you, he was a true and loving friend and you have never been more grateful that he, apparently, thought the same about you.

- Аim higher. I'm God.

Loki: * pokes Y/N *

Y/N: What?

Loki: Are you cold?

Y/N : Umm...No

Loki: Oh, okay!

Sometimes later,

Loki: * pokes Y/N again *

Y/N: Hmm?

Loki: Are you cold, now?

Y/N: No...I guess...

A minute later...

Loki: Now?

Y/N: No...but why do you keep asking?

Loki: 'cause I want a reason to hug you *pouts*

Y/N : LOKI! I AM FREEZING! GET HELP!

Loki: *wraps himself around her*

Y/N: Mmm... Thankyou for saving me, love.