Hey! I just wanted to say that I love your g/t Loki work! Would you be able to write one where Loki is living on Asgard in this cabin all by himself because he was banished? Thor brought Peter and Y/n to Asgard (but they're both small). Y/n asks about Loki and finds out what happened to him, so she sneaks off to find the cabin. Oh! Also, Loki could not like humans because of what happened with NYC, so when Y/n sneaks into the cabin, Loki finds her, but instead of the nice giant she thought she was going to meet, he acts cold towards her (causing her to cry). Then Loki's soft side comes out and he tells her to not be frightened of him :)
This was a request from the lovely @lokiismyhubby who came up with an amazing prompt! Thank you so much for letting me write this for you!
Y/N was amazed by the looks of Asgard. As Thor carried Peter and her in his large hands she constantly peeked over the edge of his fingertips to see more. As she leaned over for the third time, she was quickly tugged back from a pull on her arm.
“Y/N no! You’re gonna fall if you lean over too much.” Peter exclaimed.
Y/N shook his hand off her arm and continued to lean over Thor’s hand. It was odd that Thor had not picked up on the conversation happening right in his own palms. She wondered if he could even hear them from all the way up there.
“Oh Peter I’ll be fine, don’t worr-” Y/Ns words are cut short as her grip slips from Thor’s fingertip and she rolls off the edge of his hand. Her stomach plummets and the breath leaves her lungs as she falls to the awaiting, unforgiving ground. She screams with terror and closes her eyes waiting for the dreadful, deadly impact but it never comes. She sees that she has ended up in another palm. She looks up at Thor who with very quick reflexes caught her in the nick of time.
“Little one, you gave me a heart attack. Is that what it is called on your planet? I don’t understand why it is called a heart attack. Your heart is not attacking-”
Peter cuts Thor’s outspoken thoughts off with his own worrisome thoughts. He sits in the opposite hand of her and yells across the gap.
“I told you to stay still! Are you okay?” The shock is wearing off and Y/N nods her head assuring Peter she is okay.
Thor approaches a towering door, much taller than Thor himself. He gently shifts Y/N into the hand bearing Peter and opens the door. Thor walks through the magnificent hallways lit with light from the glowing torches perched on the walls. Thor comes upon a door and enters the room. The huge bed in the middle is draped in red sheets, the same color as Thor’s cape he often wears. He deposits Peter and Y/N on the gigantic bed and kneels down to their level.
“Alright little ones, I need you both to wait here while I take care of some things.” Thor tries to keep his voice low, but it booms to her ears reminding her of his largeness. Both teenagers nod their heads and watch as Thor returns to his full height. A shiver runs down her spine but a question pops into her head.
“Where is Loki?” Y/N asks curiously. She has yet to see the God of Mischief. Thor stops in his steps and comes back to the bed, kneeling. A sad look appears on his face. “Loki was banished from the royal palace. He lives in a cabin that I know not whereof. Promise me you won’t go searching for it little one?” Thor looks into her with eyes that plead her not to go searching. Peter agrees immediately not to go near the cabin. But her curious soul yearns for adventure. Why not venture out to search for the banished prince? These desires cloud her thoughts and she quickly looks up at Thor and nods her head in agreement that she will not go looking for Loki. If only Thor knew the lie she had told right in front of his face.
Later that night, Y/N has made her way outside. She knew it was a bad idea but at the current moment, she has no care. Earlier Thor had let it slip that he actually had lied and did know where Loki lived. Mentioning a small pond, wooden cabin, and plenty of tall trees. It seemed like enough information to go off of. So she had sneaked her way out of the palace and started walking towards the sound of water. She knew she would have little luck tonight at finding the cabin but she wanted to give it a try. The grass she stood in was taller than her waist, every rock she came across seemed like a boulder to her and the sound of woodland creatures roared in her ears reminding her she was no longer at the top of the food chain. She continued to search high and low for the cabin that housed this interesting god. Her legs were becoming weary and she had brought no water or food to drink. Yet, she kept going and pushed herself to find any source of Asgardian life. As if her thoughts were answered she came upon a golden light shining through the darkness. Her knees wobbled with relief at her discovery. She climbed the great, wooden stairs and stopped at a towering, wooden door. It stretched up and up seeming to never end. However, there was a gap at the bottom where the door itself didn’t quite reach the floor. The perfect size just for her tiny form to slip through…
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Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight of the giant’s home. Everything was out of her reach. Chairs that were higher than buildings and tables that spanned further than Central Park. Caught up in her fascination she did not notice how a great shadow cast over her, but she did notice the tremendous footstep that rattled her bones. She turned back slowly, not entirely ready to see the giant that hovered intimidatingly behind her. However, before she could fully see him, the back of her shirt was pinched cutting her air supply off. She frantically clawed at her shirt collar desperately wanting air back into her lungs. She didn’t even notice the green eyes staring with malice at their capture
“P-please sir, I can’t breathe,” Y/N said with a break in her voice, tears escaping her eyes.
“How in the nine realms did you find your way here you pathetic animal?” Loki snarled with disgust.
Y/N was terrified she couldn’t get air into her lungs and this man, who she presumed to be Loki, did not look exactly thrilled by her arrival. He shook her tiny form, increasing the pressure on her collar. Her vision started going black, with the lack of oxygen and her limbs felt weak. The darkness greeted her with pleasure willing to take her away from this horrid decision she had made.
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Loki was infuriated and disgusted that this pathetic mortal had made its way into his home. The charms he had set after he had been banished allowed him to know of when an intruder entered into his house, or anyone of that matter. He didn’t receive very many visitors. His fury blinded him into plucking the girl off the floor with no gentleness in his touch. He heard her say something but her voice was too faint to hear, even though she was directly in front of his face. He watched as she grabbed the collar of her shirt and had asked her how she had found her way here. However, he had not expected her to go limp in his hold. His heart dropped as she went still, and he studied her for a moment before realizing her tiny chest was not moving.
A mere child and he was killing her.
He immediately released her shirt letting her fall into his opposite palm. She landed like a ragdoll, and onto her stomach. He nudged her onto her back. Panicking, he lightly pressed a fingertip to her chest to make certain her heart still beat. A weak thumping relieved him that she was alive still. His eyes stayed glued to her chest watching for signs of life, she inhaled very shallowly, exhaling with a shaky breath. After several moments he watched as she groaned and shifted, awaking at last. Her eyes searched her surroundings then stopped upon his face. He felt her body stiffen, then as her little limbs scrambled away from him, almost off of his palm to a deathly drop. He quickly closed his hand into a fist, trapping the terrified girl inside. He could feel her hysteric fists hitting the skin of his palm. The tiny movements made his heart wrench.
He had never liked mortals but despised to see such an innocent child who had shown such curiosity at first, now to be petrified of his own person. With his fist still shut, he walked to the table. He lowered his hand down onto the wooden surface and unfurled his fingers. The tiny mortal was sobbing and holding her arms over her head, poised in a protective crouch. Guilt ran through his heart.
“Oh, little one. I am so terribly sorry. I did not mean to frighten you.”
Her cries continued and he tilted his hand slightly for her to gently slide down onto the table. She looked awfully tiny, barely reaching the height of his thumb. He noticed how she wore a thin shirt and pants, perhaps she was cold? He conjured a blanket of her size, that did not even span the entirety of his palm and lightly draped it around her shaking shoulders. The small scrap of fabric swallowed her form immensely and he watched her dainty fingers grasp at the ends to pull it tighter around herself.
She finally dared to look up at the god with red, swollen eyes studying him to see if his act of kindness was just a ruse for false hope. He allowed a small smile to show on his face, trying to gain the girl’s trust even more.
“Hello, there little one. My name is Loki, may I ask yours?” Loki whispered.
The tiny girl shook her head quickly unable to speak.
Loki took no offense to her distrust but kept speaking. “That’s okay. There’s no hurry. Please allow me to apologize for my previous actions. I meant you no harm, if I had known I was hurting you I would have stopped immediately.” He said soothingly. The girl stared back at him with wide eyes, but, they no longer held the palpable fear as they had earlier which eased his heart.
He did take notice that she was still shaking and as she attempted to stand, her legs gave out on her sending her falling onto her rear with a squeak of discomfort.
The poor thing must be exhausted.
“Are you okay little one?” Loki asked, trying his best to not scoop her up in his embrace, afraid of scaring her again.
To his surprise, she actually speaks. “C-can I have some w-water, p-please?”
“Of course give me one moment.” He conjures a cup and fills it in his sink with a droplet of water returning to give it to her, delighted that he was able to do something right.
She hesitantly takes it from his fingertips and starts gulping greedily.
How far did she come from? He thinks to himself. He knew Thor liked to bring mortals to Asgard. But for this small one to walk that far must’ve drained her completely of energy.
As he looks back at her he sees her body slowly falling to the tabletop in a sleepy daze. His heart drops thinking that she is hurt or stopped breathing again, but he sees she is unharmed and just tired.
He gingerly slides his hand under the tiny girl ferrying her to his bed to lay her on a pillow blanket and all. As he starts to slide her off his palm she lets out a cry and unconsciously clings to his pinkie with her arms. He finds the small action endearing and instead lets her off onto his chest, with her grip still on his finger. He has not the heart to pry her off, so he leaves her from be. Even when his arm cramps and becomes uncomfortable.
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In the morning Y/N wakes up to a rising and falling platform. Heavy, loud snores interrupt her thoughts, and she turns around to find herself on the chest of no other than Loki. She gasps in astonishment that she slept on his chest for the entire night. And he had caused her no further harm. The rhythm of his breathing changes slightly, she looks up to see his green orbs looking at her. She is not as scared as she was last night but she still is wary of the god. However, she feels no ill intent from him as his hand curls around her preventing her from rolling off his body as he sits up. A loud knock interrupts their peaceful and quiet session of the morning.
“Loki, where is she? I know you must have Y/N.” Y/N recognizes it to be Thor’s voice.
“So thats your name little one. Y/N, I like it it suits you.” Loki says peering down at her with a small grin.
Y/N blushes faintly at the compliment and grips onto Loki’s fingers as he moves to open the door.
Thor stands there with a very unhappy and concerned look on his face. He immediately spots Y/N sitting in Loki’s hands.
“There you are little Y/N. You had Peter and I worried.” Thor says.
“Who is this “Peter”?” Loki questions.
Thor begins to respond but is taken off guard when a tiny head pops out of his chest pocket.
“Y/N! I was so worried! How dare you leave me!” Peter pipes up from Thor’s pocket, looking immensely tiny compared to both gods.
“Little one! Did you sneak into my pocket?” Thor asks very astonishedly.
Peter ignores Thor and starts climbing out of the pocket taking a free leap onto Loki’s palm that bears Y/N, immediately hugging her tightly.
Loki’s smooth voice rings out, “Well… what a nice reunion to have...in my hand.” he deadpans.
Peter and Y/N are oblivious to his comment only happy to see each other again.
Loki looks down at the two tiny mortals ready to hand the small ones back to Thor when he feels Y/N grasp tightly to his pinkie.
“Little one you cannot stay here, go back with my brother. He will take good care of you.” Loki assures her.
Y/N shakes her in disagreement. “B-but I wanna stay with you L-Loki. Please.”
Loki looks up from the pleading mortal to Thor who nods his head. After all he had done and she still wanted to stay with him? How could he even say no?
“Alright, and you Little Peter? Will you be staying as well?” Peter nods enthusiastically saying:” Y/N and I are inseparable, where she goes I go.”
“Well, I guess it is settled then,” Loki says gleefully, looking forward to getting to know these tiny mortals better. Y/N says nothing but looks up at him shyly, and hugs his finger even tighter.
