#daddy loki

It had been about three weeks since you had gotten back from the hospital. The babies fit right in. Everyone loved them and they got an equal amount of affection from everyone. Even with Nick, T'Challa, and Bucky they would often turn their affection from their biological kids to one of the others. It was just so sweet.

They were all so good with the kids too, even Loki. Loki actually had a knack with Lucy. Clint caught this photo of him:

It was adorable. You were going to frame it and give it to Loki for Christmas.

You had been rather eager to get back with your boys, though with the sudden busy schedule of waking up every two hours to feed them was getting in the way of your sexual advances.

Finally, there came an evening where all of the babies fell asleep easily. Tony and Stephen were in the nursery, sleeping on one of the air mattresses that had long been in there so that someone was always close if they cried.

Clint and Rhodey were with Lucy tonight.

Loki had gone back to New Asgard for some work thing he had while T'Challa had commuted back to Wakanda to see Shuri and his mother.

You were heading up to your bedroom when a hand dove out, pulling you into another bedroom.

"Hi hotstuff." You giggled as Thor started to kiss down your neck, "What are you doing?"

"I've missed you." Thor murmured. "I want you. Can you stay tonight?"

"Yes." You breathed, feeling his large, hot hands, running up your body.

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Thor ripped the dress from your body, smashing you against the door. You gasped as your back hit the wood, the gasp quickly swallowed by Thor's hot, eager mouth. His tongue quickly dominated your mouth, licking and tasting.

Thor pulled back with a slow chuckle, "You're still not over those pregnancy cravings? Peanut butter and whip cream?"

You blushed, "Shut up. It tastes like Reesses' Peanut Butter cups without the chocolate."

Thor just laughed again.

"You're still wearing close." you said, pulling at his shirt, trying to get it off of him.

"Does that bother you?" Thor asked, a smirk on his face. You ran your hands up into his short cut hair, running the spiky ends under your palms.

"Very much." You breathed.

Thor ripped his own shirt from his body, before yanking his belt buckle out of his jeans.

"You want to do the rest Princessa?" He growled deeply in your ear.

You dropped to your knees, unzipping the jeans eagerly, pulling them down around his ankles before letting his boxers join the discard clothes on the ground.

Thor looked painfully hard, standing straight up, the large bulbous tip was red and you could already see it pulsing. White cum was already leaking from the slit. The veins lined it in dark purples and light blues.

You used your hands first, feeling just how hard he was in his hands. So hard his prick barely molded to your hands and he hissed, throwing his head back. "Fuck, Y/N, don't play with me tonight."

You grinned, quickly taking in him into your mouth. He was hard to fit, being so hard and also so large. Being a God, he was always ranging around 10 inches to a whole foot length. You took as much of him as you could into your mouth, while you used your hands to jerk him off to the best of your ability.

His balls were almost just as hard, as you squeezed them and massaged them.

Thor finally lost control, his hands coming down into your hair, snapping his hips forward. His tip hit the back of your throat harshly. Tears came to your eyes as he continued to fuck your mouth roughly.

"Fuck Princesse. You're so fucking good." He hissed, hands tightening in your hair, almost pulling it. You braced yourself against his thighs. Part of you wanted to pull back for air and another part of you wanted to keep going.

You clenched your fingernails into his large thighs as he pressed you down as far as you possibly could go. You sucked in air through your nose.

"Look at me Princess." Thor demanded.

You looked upwards through your eyelashes, choking around his cock. Tears were streaming down your face. Thor's eyes were flickering borderline blue, lightning occasionally flashing.

"Eyes on me Princess." Thor said, pulling backwards so that you could relax a little bit, before he fucked your mouth a little more. He started to slow down, his prick twitching inside of your hot mouth. You licked a stripe up his dick, swirling your tongue around, sucked at his tip, and he exploded inside of your mouth.

"FUCK!" Thor bellowed, hands tightening in your hair. You could hear the rain start to fall outside. Thunder crashed and rumbled. Lightning flashed.

Finally, Thor pulled back slowly, helping you to your feet gently. "You alright my love?"

You smirked and he pulled you into a kiss. He pulled back to lift you up. You wrapped your arms around his waist and he walked over to the large, very oriental like bed made of cherry wood and iron. It was a strange combination that worked well, along with swan feather pillows and thick blankets he said were made of Bunyip's fur.

Thor threw you on the bed, immediately crawling up onto the bed.

His hand makes his way directly to your pussy. "Oh Princess, you're positively dripping for me. How long have you wanted this?"

"Since-" You inhale sharply as one of his thick fingers enters your warmth, "S-since a week after I g-got back from the h-hospital." You stutter every time he adds a finger.

Once he has three in there, he starts to plunge them in and out, rubbing occasional, quick circles over your pulsing bud.

"Is that so?" Thor growls in your ear. "Would you like me to take it slow and easy with you tonight?"

"No." You mewl as he gives a particularly rough thrust that clashes with his sweet words.

"No?" He smirks and questions, "Well then, perhaps you would like me to be rough."

"No." You shake your head, body trembling.

"No? Well then Princess, what do you want? Your wish is, after all, my command." His blue eyes spark again and the electricity travels down his fingers, white sparks circling his arm until they get to his hand. He deliberately places his thumb down on your button, making the sparks shoot through your body.

"THOR!" You squeal as the vibrations shoot through your body, especially powering through your clit. It feels like the top notch vibrator in the world was placed there on the highest setting for only five seconds. It felt amazing. A few seconds more and you would've cummed instantaneously.

"C'mon Princess. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fucking ruin me." You purr seductively, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, looking him dead in his now icy blue eyes with your E/C ones.

A grin spreads on his face and he clashes his mouth with yours so that you don't see the next spark of electricity. You feel it though and you cum instantaneously, your moan swallowed by his hot mouth and tongue. The thunder outside almost shakes the house.

You fall back onto the bed panting when his arms release you. He twists his knuckles side to side as he pulls them from your warmth, getting off the bed to pull out a box from underneath it.

He pulls out a length of silvery rope. He kicks the black and silver trunk back under the bed, moving to stand somewhere behind you.

"Arms." He instructs. You snap your arms behind your back, hands gripping opposing elbows. You feel his run the length of the rope around your arms, tying them tightly behind your back. It feels good to relax, let someone else take control after such a hectic day.

Thor grins as he pushes you back on the bed, rolling you onto your side. He lifts one leg over his shoulder before diving into your sweet cunt. He runs his tongue all through your folds, nipping at the soft skin to make you mewl and writhe under him.

His large hands hold you down firmly as he eats you out, enjoying the adorable noises and the sweet taste that your body provides him. Your hands long to grab him by the hair and pull him closer, but they only scratch your own skin instead.

The sheets crumple underneath you, lightning strikes outside, lighting the dark purple sky with white fire. The stars seem to sparkle all the more brighter and the rain starts to pound against the windows.

His mouth feels so good. So hot and warm, so delectable. His hands run farther down your body, closer to your button, and your entire body spasms under the next shock he sends to you. You moan and writhe, desperate for release, desperate for relief, but unsure whether that relief will come from the release or the stop.

"Thor please." You beg, eyes rolling back into your head. Your body tenses up as another shock shoots through you. The pleasure tingles from your toes to your breasts. Another hand reaches up, sparks flying to tease your nipples, which- if they hadn't been sticking straight out before- were standing at attention.

"Fuck, Thor. Please. I wanna cum. Please make me cum. Let me cum. Wanna cum. Please please please." You beg, close to sobbing. Thor looks up at you, his light stubble from an unshaven face scraping lightly against the inside of your thigh.

"Well what a pretty plea." He reaches out, pinching your nub between two fingers which makes you arch your back, before both twisting and shocking it. The strange overstimulation, pain, and yet pleasure to your clit makes you orgasm like you've never orgasmed before. Thor holds your hips down tightly as you buck against him, fighting.

He drinks up every drop like there's no tomorrow. You can actually hear as he slurps and sucks, before he nibbles the inside of your thighs. He's going to leave marks, huge purple bruises for everyone to see tomorrow.

Of course, everyone already knew you were at it. The thunder storms were only like this when you and Thor were together.

You collapsed against the bed as Thor leaned back, licking his fingers and mouth with that lovely, plump pink tongue of his. He stared at you the entire time and you did truly attempt to keep eye contact. But you were so out of it at the moment, so dazed, that your attention kept returning to the ceiling.

You became aware of Thor's fingers spreading your pussy lips before he smirked, "I don't quite think you're spread out enough Princess." He held out his hand and his hammer came flying from the closet. "If you can pronounce his name correctly, we won't have to use him."

"Fuck." You whimpered. "That thing is mew mew to me."

Thor grinned wickedly, turning the hammer in hand. It was old, that was for sure. The metal end was made of three metals: Vibranium, proto-adamantium, and uru. The combination made it clean and magical. Only able to be lifted by the worthy. It was indestructible. the handle was made of simple wood, bound with a strong leather. A hand sling there for the purpose of holding as he flew- which he detached for his new purpose for his hammer.

He turned the hammer so that the metal was in his hand. "Oh my sweet Princesse." He teased your entrance with the flat, circular end of the hammer. And then he pushed it in.

"Shit." You tossed your head back to fall onto the pillows as your tight walls squeezed around the handle. Thor smirked above you before he placed a startling soft kiss on your forehead. The rain died down a little outside as Thor pulled the handle out.

"Yes, they might be done a-" Tony's voice sounded sleepily a few rooms down before Thor shoved the handle upwards, a boom of thunder drowning out anything Tony might've added.

Despite the handle behind made of wood, it didn't not feel like it. It felt rather soft and plush, though firm. It molded well to your walls, pushing against your cervix in the utmost realm of pleasure.

Thor pulled you forwards, the hammer falling to the bed underneath you. Thor smirked as he sat in front of you, watching you. Your knees were on either side of the metal head, your arms still tied tightly behind your back.

"Ride." Thor smirked.

There was a bit of comfort knowing that it would not move underneath you. You rode the handle of his hammer like he wanted you to before the lightning started to pile up in his eyes again. It came down slower and calmer than before though, as he pressed three fingers to your clit.

It was electrifying as you continued attempting to ride his hammer. Now you were most definitely on the highest setting of the best vibrator in the galaxy. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you collapsed down completely on the handle of his hammer. The metal combining with the lightning simply added to the affect, jolts sending your entire body into delicious spasms.

Your orgasms were just as electrifying, your juices leaking out of your, dripping down the hammer, smearing across the cool, clean metal of the hammer.

"You look so fucking precious riding the symbol of the mighty Thor." He proclaimed. You orgasmed four more times on the handle alone, with a mixture of vibrations, words, fingers, and tongue.

Finally, Thor pulled you off, situating himself against the headboard of the bed. You straddled his lap, your pussy sore and sensitive. "Would you like me to split this particularly delectable cunt open my Princess? Do you still wish for me to ruin you?"

"Yes Thor, God yes. Please, I'm begging of you." You moaned, your arms wrapped so tightly about his neck you were surprised he wasn't turning red from a lack of oxygen.

Thor speared you onto his prick, thrusting up into you without waiting for you to get used to his large size. HIs prick twitched and pulsed inside of you, rutting against you with no problems. He held out long enough for you to orgasm three more times before he finally unloaded into you.

The two of you curled up together on the bed. The hammer flew to his hand again, a last sound of thunder outside. The rain started to die down as Thor groaned, getting himself up out of bed, putting away the rope, hanging his hammer back up on the coat rack.

He did not bother with a bath, using a simple disposable washcloth before grabbing the covers, pulling them over the two of you.

"Are you alright my love?" He finally checked as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. The scratch of his stubble was against the temple of your head and it felt rather pleasant at the moment.

"Yes, how are you honey bunny?" You hummed, snuggling into his warm body. You felt rather content now.

"I'm hoping for a baby." Thor chuckled. "I want a mini me, though I love Lucy, Marcel, and Vincent all the same. I just want more children in general. I've always wanted a big family. You do not mind?"

"No." You replied honestly. "Not at all."

"I love you Princesse."

“But mommy,” Loki Jr. pouts. His nose turns blue, and he starts to cry. He cannot control his abilities yet. If your son is upset, his face, toes, or the tip of his nose turn blue, “I wanna have a look at the tree from all sides.”

You know he’s lying. The sly little boy has something planned. You just know it. Like father, like son.

“Mommy, he tried to hide a lizard in the tree,” your daughter pouts and points at the tree. “I saw him use his powers. He conjured up the lizard to scare you and me.”

Your son sticks his tongue out. He crosses his arms over his chest and pouts. “You had to tell her. Traitor. I’m gonna tell Daddy you told Mommy about my plan. He’ll help me.”

Your daughter puts her hands on her hips and sticks her tongue out.

“No, he won’t.” She says. “If so, I’ll tell Uncle Thor about your plans.”

“Kids, be nice,” you tut. “It’s Christmas, and this means we want to do more than wait for Santa. It’s the time to show each other how much we love the person dear to us.”

“I hate her.”

“I hate him.”

Sighing deeply, you glance at the still undecorated Christmas tree. Loki promised to be there to help you with the kids and decoration. So far, he hasn’t come home.

“Loki Jr.!” Right when your son tried to put the lizard on one of the branches of the Christmas tree, Loki appeared out of nowhere. “What did I tell you about lizards and the Christmas tree?”

“I must hide the lizard on top of the tree, so no one sees it before Christmas,” your son says.

“Correct!” Loki proudly says. “Now, let me help you.”

“Loki! You cannot put a living lizard on top of the Christmas tree!” You tut.

“My love?” your husband gasps. “Do you want me to unalive the lizard first?” He cocks his head. “I thought hurting animals was bad.”

“What? No! That’s not what I meant,” you sigh again. “A lizard doesn’t belong on top of a Christmas tree. Bring it back to where it belongs!”

“Says who?” Your son cockily replies. “There is no rule telling me I cannot put a lizard on top of the tree. If there is one, show it to me.” He holds out his hand.

“Loki Jr.,” you raise your voice. “I dare you to put that lizard on top of the tree. Santa sees everything. He knows if you are bad or good!”

“Ha! My father is the God of mischief. Santa won’t stand a chance against Loki the mighty!”

This time, you put your hands on your hips and tap your foot. “Loki Laufeyson, I expect you to have a serious conversation with your son.” You hold out your hand for your daughter. “Come, we will get the decoration from the attic.”

“Wonderful,” you clap your hands and sigh. Your daughter and you finally managed to decorate the tree, while Loki and Loki Jr. sulked in a corner as you forbid them to put the poor lizard on top of the tree.

“It would’ve been so much prettier with the lizard,” your son pouts and sniffs. “I want my own tree, daddy.”

“Let him put the lizard on the tree too,” Loki purrs and gives you a dirty smirk. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“No living animals on the tree,” you raise your hand to stop Loki. “And no, we won’t unalive the poor lizard. Please bring it back.”

“I want to put something on the tree too,” your son pouts even harder. “Frigga Louise put a red velvet ribbon on the tree. It’s ugly.”

“Fine,” you crouch down to run your hand over your son’s head. “We will find something else you can put on the tree, okay? Just not an animal.”

“An alligator?” You glance at the plastic alligator your son put on the tree. The little figurine is wearing an imitation of Loki’s crown, and you wonder where your son got it. “Where did you get it?”

“Daddy got it for me,” your son proudly puffs his chest. “He made it for me.” He grins. “Can I go and play with Uncle Thor now, mommy.”

You nod, and let your kids run out of the living room to annoy Thor for a moment.

“Loki?”

“Yes, my love?” Your husband smirks as you stalk toward him.

“What is this thing? It just winked at me,” you point at the alligator on the Christmas tree. “Loki, my love. Tell me the truth.”

“Maybe it’s an alternative version of me,” he shrugs and winks at the alligator. “I promise it won’t harm anyone. I shrank it so Loki Jr. has something to put on the tree.”

“You shrank a real alligator?” You roll your eyes. “Loki…we talked about this…”

“Let him have his fun,” he cups your face and presses a soft kiss on your lips. “If the alligator bites someone, I’ll take the blame.”

“That’s not very convincing,” you chuckle. “Maybe we can train him to bite only bad people?”

“Hmm…” Loki wraps his arms around you to guide you toward the mistletoe he put above the door frame. “Let me see if this mistletoe does its magic first.” He kisses you fiercely and moves his hands to your ass. “Yeah, it does, my love.”

“We have half an hour before the kids get bored. Let’s use it wisely…”

“Well…” the midwife began before pulling her lip between her teeth and then looking between you and Loki, “she came out a boy. She just changed before my eyes. It’s… peculiar.”

Loki’s shoulder relaxed at the revelation and he chuckled nervously, guiding the midwife’s attention to him, “that would be because of me. I am genderfluid and my shapeshifting abilities must have been passed on to her. That is nothing to worry about.”

The midwife seemed to accept that and walked towards you, guiding you on how to hold your daughter properly before laying the bundle into your arms and stepping back. Your eyes welled up with tears of relief when you gazed down at the infant in your arms, her face all scrunched up and crying to the gods above. 

“She’s perfect,” you whispered to Loki as he leaned over your shoulder to get a look at his little girl. You brushed some excess blood from the girl’s face and watched as she subtly settled, gazing up at you curiously and seeming to accept your touch before her eyes closed and she opened her mouth to release another cry.

Loki sat by your bedside as you breastfed your child and rocked her. “You need to rest, pet,” Loki whispered to you when he noticed your eyes starting to droop and your breathing start to become deeper as you rested your head against the pillow, “I shall look after our girl for a while.”

“But…” you protested, looking between Loki and your daughter before admitting to yourself that you really needed to rest after the pain of the last thirty-something hours. “Alright,” you whispered, gently handing your daughter over to your husband and giggling when he looked at you, half terrified, “it’s alright,” you assured him with a grin, “you won’t break her.”

Reassured by your smile, Loki leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead and whispered sweet nothings until he was sure that you were asleep and then he was alone with his baby for the first time. Sure, Loki was already a father but he hadn’t felt like this at the birth of his sons or his first daughter. Back then, their births had been tainted with the fear of Odin discovering his children and throwing them away in fear of Ragnarok. Now, gazing down at his sweet daughter with Odin dead and Thor as the Aesir King, he was allowed to breathe.

The God stood from the bed and smiled as he walked around the room with his daughter in his arms. There was something about her, this wonderful child who had already shown a mastery of his shapeshifting abilities and she was only seconds old, this little girl who had captured his heart since the moment he saw your belly start to bulge with his child, this little soul who had been given to him and you as a way to move on. Your safe haven.

“Haven,” Loki whispered into the silence of the room, watching Haven squirm in his arms as she tried to get comfy against him. That’s what she shall be called, a homage to what she is to you and Loki. Your safe haven, your blessing, your way of moving on. “Haven Lokidottir,” he whispered again, the name sounding so perfectly right on his tongue that he knew it was destined to be her name, “your mother will love it.”

Loki sat in the chair next to your bed for an hour after that and at every little shift of his daughter, he was brought back to attention and there if his daughter needed him. When he saw her nose start to scrunch and her mouth start to open, he was prepared for her cries and gently stroked down her nose with his pinkie finger, soothing her as he gently shushed her. 

“Don’t wake mummy, min lille trygge havn (my little safe haven),” the new father whispered, watching as his daughter opened her eyes and blinked up at him tiredly.

Green. Her eyes were green! She had his eyes! Utter joy filled Loki’s chest as he gazed down at the beautiful shade that Haven had for eyes and he felt himself teetering on the edge of crying again at the sight of her eyes. Haven seemed to sense his joy as her crying subsided and she wriggled in his arms, enjoying the attention from the man holding her.

“I’m dada, little one,” Loki whispered, standing from the chair and swaying with her in his arms. “I swear to you, little Haven, I won’t let anything happen to you,” the God whispered to his child, knowing that she wouldn’t understand his words yet but he knew that he would always show her that she was loved and protected, “mummy and daddy will always protect you.”

Haven gazed up at him and her lips spread into a goofy smile and she did her best to giggle, kicking her legs in delight. Loki watched with amusement and felt his heart squeeze at how wonderful today was, how lucky he was to have you and to have Haven, how lucky he was to have this second chance at a family.

From your place on the hospital bed, you watched as Loki bonded with his child and felt so blessed that you were the one to give Loki this opportunity.

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You shook your head and continued playing, you tried stifling a yawn but Loki could see that you were tired. He quickly swopped you up into his arms and made his way down the hallway to your room. You shrieked and started struggling to get out of his arms once he sat down on the bed.

"Sweetie, why don't you want to go to bed? You're tired, I can see it in your eyes" he said softly, starting to play with your hair to calm you down.

"Can' sleep," You whimpered and nuzzled your head into his neck.

Loki looked at you and frowned a bit. 'That must be the reason you've been so tired this week' he thought to himself.

"What if you slept with Daddy tonight?" He asked.

"cuddles?" You look up at him.

"Yes, you'll get loads of cuddles" he smiled softly and laid down on the bed.

Immediately you followed and laid your head down on his chest, cuddling as close as you can get to him. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, not letting you go any time soon.