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marvelfanfics1 · 2 years

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another concept, mentions of the loki series !! what if loki lost his mama, like mama just dissapeard. but it turns out mama was taken by the tva and is under the custody of mobius, because mama is like a dangerous variant.

so when loki gets captured by the tva and gets to the room where he is interrogated by mobius loki sees mama and he just immediately slips. imagine if he slips to a pretty young headspace and just wants to be cuddled with mama all day. he just missed mama so much, he just wants to be with her.

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Reunited Again

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: little!Loki x Mommy!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, Loki is crying (poor bean🥺), fluff

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"So, you're part of the TVA's courageous and dedicated workforce?" asked Loki while walking beside Mobius.

"Yes."

"You were created by the Time-keepers."

"Yep."

"To protect the Sacred Timeline."

"Correct." Mobius replied and Loki laughed, stopping to walk. "Is that funny?"

"The idea that your little club decides the fate of trillions of people across all of existence at the behest of three space lizards, yes, it's funny. It's absurd." Loki rambled down and Mobius tilted his head.

"I thought you didn't like to talk." he teased making Loki scoff at his remark. "But I bet you have a lot to talk with her."

"Her?" Loki asked and one of the TVA minute men opened the door for him and Mobius.

"After you." Mobius waved his hand.

Walking inside Loki saw someone standing with their back to him in the room before a desk.

"I hope for you that you got me the grapes because I'm already in a bad mood, Mobius." the woman said and Loki recognized that voice instantly.

Mama.

"I brought you something even better." Mobius answered and you turned around. Your eyes widened and you let go of the papers you were holding.

"Loki..." you whispered, placing one hand over your mouth and one over your stomach. You approached him slowly and when you stood before him you reached your hand up to his face, caressing his cheek.

"I will leave you two alone." Mobius excused himself and shut the door behind him.

Loki was frozen in place, not believing that the person who spend hours cuddling with him, calmed him down after nightmares, had accepted him for who he was, and he thought had left him, was standing right in front of him now.

"Please, say something." you sniffled, caressing his face now in both hands.

Loki completely forgot about the current situation and hugged you, starting to cry softly with his face buried in your neck.

"My sweet boy." you whispered and kissed his head, pulling out of the hug and wiping away his remained tears. "Mama missed you."

You lead him over to a small orange couch that you literally begged Mobius to get you and sat down, with him holding your hands tightly in his own.

"Why did you leave me?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"Oh baby, I didn't want to leave, the TVA took me."

"W-What?"

"I created a Nexus event as you did and they had to fix it. I wanted to go back to you and stole a tempad but they caught me and wanted to prune me which Mobius saved me from. That's how I ended up as his 'assistant'." you explained and Loki was listening to every word you say, he missed your voice so damn much. "I'm classified as a dangerous variant now and have to wear this all the time." you pointed at your neck and he only noticed now that you wore the same collar as him.

Loki touched his own and started to feel constricted in it. This whole situation is just too overwhelming for his brain to comprehend and him feeling little isn't making it any better.

You caught up on his distress and moved so he could lay on top of you, carding your hand through his hair and rubbing with your other soothingly over his back.

"Shh, I'm with you now and I will never leave your side again." you said and Loki looked up at you with teary eyes.

"Promise Mama."

"I promise, my prince." you kissed his forehead and smiled when he wrapped his arms tighter around your body like his life dependent on it, slowly falling asleep.

You cuddled him for several hours, just enjoying having him in your arms again until Mobius came back with different clothes for Loki.

You sighed in relief when Loki didn't wake up and smiled at Mobius.

"Wow, I think I've never seen you smile since you're here." he whispered and you looked down at your little boy.

He looks so peaceful.

"I never had a reason to." you replied, letting your head fall back on the armrest of the couch, turning back to look at Mobius who leaned against the desk. "Thank you...for bringing him back to me."

"It took me a long time to plan this." he confessed and you chuckled, making Loki stir slightly. "I will help you both to escape from here."

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archaiceuphoriah · 5 months

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Chapters: 37/? Fandom: Loki (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Sylvie (Loki TV) Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Little!Loki, Protective Thor (Marvel), Thor is a Good Bro (Marvel), Diapers, Feeding, Fluff, Cute, mommy!Sylvie, Cuddling & Snuggling, Temper Tantrums, Accidents, Wetting, Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Headspace, Being Lost, Hurt/Comfort, Cute Loki (Marvel), Fluff and Angst, Thumb-sucking, Protective Mobius M. Mobius, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Sickfic, Sick Character, Caretaking, alternate universe - littles are known, Caregiver, Littles, Protective Sylvie (Loki TV), pull-ups, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Little!Tony, Little!Bucky - Freeform, Protective Steve Rogers, Protective Pepper Potts, Holidays, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Little!PeterParker Summary:

New Halloween chapter just dropped - now with art!

Little!Loki is in a toddler headspace. Not surprisingly, he is a very demanding 3-year-old and has decided that he's a 'big boy' who doesn't need diapers anymore. Thor, stuck with dealing with all the wet training pants disagrees, but saying 'no' to a Little Loki had never been easy. Thor and Sylvie are now trying their best to handle this and other exciting developments in their life in a remote Norwegian village. Lots of stories about Loki learning to potty train, make new friends, go to school, visit different places, and in general just be super cute. Mobius, Tony and Bucky and other characters make appearances.

#sfw caregiver #sfw agere #little loki #baby loki #agree loki

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drarreckyninja · 1 month

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*Little Loki just being Loki* *gets stabbed* Loki: Nice knife. Loki: Can I play autopsy with it?

#incorrect quotes #marvel mcu #loki #little loki #source: the addams family

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lokijiro · 2 years

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Little Loki is pretending to be asleep on the couch so that he will be carried to bed.

#loki #little loki

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golittlehamster · 2 years

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sometimes thor asks loki "who was a good boy all the time?" and after loki's joyful squeals they go to disneyland through bifrost

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lokidips · 5 months

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grumpy post-nap baby >:(

#fandom agere #little loki #marvel agere #loki agere #baby loki #sfw agere #age regression #sfw regression #agere blog #age regressor #padded agere #ageredips #loki #agere little

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ecoamerica · 22 days

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obvsi-bi · 4 months

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he's fake sleeping bc god of mischief (? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I'm learning how to color :D it's almost 1AM here so goodnight also you can send me suggestions!

#my art #little loki #mcu agere #sfw agere blog #marvel agere #agere art #loki agere #i'll add tags later #maybe #little!loki

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eyluvu · 5 months

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Silly silly silly boy ><

Feelin silly

(Trying to decide what to write out of my long list of hurt/comfort, angst, agere)

#lokius #loki #mobius m mobius #loki season 2 #loki x mobius #mobius #loki series #mobius mcu #loki laufeyson #little loki

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little-kitten-mittens-fic · 2 years

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the hairbrush

pairing: regressor!loki & caregiver!tesseract (aka space)

summary: Loki could be surprisingly shy. The hairbrush had become a sort of secret signal between them, an unspoken rule that if he needed her, he didn’t have to say a word. All he had to do was bring her the brush, and she would be there.

content warnings: light angst, food/baking

word count: 2k

read it on ao3 here! 💚💚💚

Loki came up to her quietly, feet hardly making a sound. His steps were quiet and unrushed, muffled by his socked feet, though not as quiet as they could be if he were truly attempting to sneak up on her.

Space set down her notebook immediately, attention turning to him.

The hairbrush was in his hand.

Loki could be surprisingly shy. In that moment he stood straight and stiff, the clear sign of adult headspace in contrast to his simultaneously unsure demeanor.

His body stayed still even as he shifted the brush partially behind him.

Loki hadn’t slipped into his younger headspace intentionally in a while. He still needed help slipping, but he had the tendency to constantly ignore his needs, preferring to put it off until he absolutely had to. He would wait until his body forced him to drop into headspace and the cycle would repeat. He had only come to her before that point a few times now, and she preferred it to happen on his terms, but he rarely allowed himself to.

Space couldn't help worrying.

In this inbetween headspace, Loki tended to struggle for words. Space wasn’t sure why he hated being at a loss for words with such vigor, though she had suspicions as to what had occurred in the past to hurt him. She was not sure who was to blame for this particular struggle of his, but she was sure it was not a habit that would develop on its own.

She knew his moniker was Silvertongue for good reason; Loki was clever and could talk his way out of anything.

Perhaps therein laid the problem- this was new and unfamiliar territory for him (or worse, it was a familiar feeling for him and with it brought back memories).

She preferred to know who it was she should direct her anger, though now was not the time. She didn't know what she was doing or how to help him.

The hairbrush had become a sort of secret signal between them, an unspoken rule that if he needed her, he didn’t have to say a word. All he had to do was bring her the brush.

And he had brought it to her.

The look in his eyes was plenty indication of what he wanted, what he knew he was asking for. And yet there was an edge to his nervous pleading gaze, something more than vulnerability bleeding through his air of false-confidence.

Fear . Like he knew what the result would be and he was afraid to show his feelings. He was afraid of asking for help and being sent away.

Being sent away, as he was evidently used to.

Space smiled despite herself, not wanting her anger to show in her expression. Because despite that fear he still came to her.

Still, the fact that she could see it, the fact that she knew Loki allowing her to see it was less a show of trust, and more an indication that Loki had gotten to the point of desperation.

Space hoped there would come a day when Loki felt he could come to her before he got to this point. A day when that fear was no longer even present, he could ask for help and know it would always be given to him.

She tried to ignore her thoughts and focus on the current.

Space beckoned him and Loki stepped closer, crouching to sit on the floor, somehow in a graceful manner, where she had motioned.

Space silently took the brush from his hand, pausing when she caught sight of his hair. What had previously been hidden by a glamor was the fact that his hair was knotted in thick tangles, like he had not brushed it in days.

Space sighed. She swore he did this on purpose sometimes.

“Would you get the comb for me, Loki?”

Loki stood quickly, darting off around the corner in the direction of the bathroom vanity. She grabbed the hair oil from her bedside table, sitting back down as Loki returned with the comb.

Loki paused in the doorway and made a face at the sight of the bottle in her hands.

“Don’t start; I will wash it out later,” she said teasingly. She patted the space in front of her, and after a moment's hesitation he sat down.

She started to separate his hair, gradually applying the oil to the worst of the strands and gently picking out tangles. It took several minutes, and a bit of her own seidr energy, before it was detangled enough to brush. By this point Loki’s rigid form was beginning to ease.

In a rhythmic motion, Space continued to glide the brush across his strands.

Loki’s fingers fell from his lap and he started pressing his fingers against his knees, bunching up the fabric of his pant legs.

She paused, an idea forming in her mind. She continued to comb his hair into separate sections, pulling back a portion of his hair.

Space started to braid his hair so the strands would be out of the way. Loki began to go completely lax against her, humming in contentment, and by the time she was finished, she was holding him up almost entirely.

She winced, and tugged gently on the braids in an unsuccessful attempt to straighten them. The two small plaits were a bit lopsided, and Loki would probably hate it if he looked in the mirror. The first time she had attempted to do Loki’s hair, he had started crying, and though that was not the only reason for his upset, Space had no desire to repeat the experience.

She didn’t think she had to worry about that for a while though. Loki’s eyes were mostly shut as he blinked slowly. She brushed her fingers against the lines of his forehead, his eyelashes fluttering as his face scrunched at the touch. He blinked before opening his eyes fully. He looked unfairly adorable for being half-asleep.

“You ready to get up?”

“Mm mm,” he hummed in disagreement. Space decided to carry him instead, and easily lifted him up from under his arms, scooping him up until he was settled against her. He nuzzled against her neck, arms folded as he leaned closer.

She carried him to the kitchen as he clung to her tunic. Loki made a soft noise.

“What is it?”

“Sleepy.”

Space huffed to hold back a laugh. “Are you now? You can nap later, sweetheart.”

She nudged a chair out with her foot and went to set Loki down on it. He clung to her for a moment before letting himself be put down. He rubbed at his face with his knuckles and started kicking his sock-covered feet.

Space summoned his favorite bat toy and handed it to him before he ended up scratching his eyes with his sharp fingernails. (She really did not want a repeat of that experience either).

Immediately he started playing with one of the soft toy’s wings, the other wing gradually making its way into his mouth.

“How about we make something sweet, hm? I’m sure we can figure out how to bake something…”

He miraculously perked up at the idea of sweets, suddenly more awake.

Space searched for a recipe on her tablet, having learned by this point it was far easier to follow a video than a book with printed instructions. As she pulled up a video that seemed promising, she heard the bat toy crinkling as Loki toyed with the wings.

She pushed the chair Loki was on across the slight distance to the shorter countertop. She scanned the recipe again and started pulling out the ingredients they needed.

She kept a close eye on Loki, though he was sufficiently distracted by watching her with rapt attention and fiddling with his soft toy.

As she closed the cupboard door, she heard a loud rustling noise.

“No wait- don't!”

Space winced at the sight of Loki ripping open the sack of flour with overeager fingers. The after effects led to the lower part of Loki’s face and his shirt covered entirely in flour, and Space had to hide a smile at Loki’s disgruntled look.

“Ew.” Loki stuck out his tongue, leading him to taste more flour.

“Most of it’s on your shirt.” She nearly laughed when Loki grimaced and then glared at her. “And that’s why we need to add sugar. I think.” She took the bag of flour from Loki and placed it beside him on the counter.

“That’s what we need next anyhow. Why don’t you help me measure it?” she said absently, turning away and starting to add more ingredients to the bowl. She should have known he would notice the inattentiveness in her tone.

Space turned back to Loki and her eyes widened, but it was too late. Loki had his hand in the bag again and threw flour right in her face. Space spluttered.

“Erg.” She blew a raspberry to blow some of the flour off. “That is gross.” She wiped her face with her hands and looked down at the white powder on them. Space didn’t really understand how baking worked, but how could it taste good if it started off like that?

Space kept an eye on him this time as she wet a small washcloth and started cleaning off Loki’s face. He scrunched his nose and she almost let herself be distracted by his expression. Were his eyes always that big?

She pulled his wrist gently away to stop his wandering hands from finding the bag of flour and tutted. Loki pouted, but let her clean off his hands as well.

Space looked down at the recipe again. She already had that thick oily substance in a bowl, which also tasted gross (she really needed to stop tasting the ingredients). She handed Loki the measuring cup and guided his hand to scoop up the sugar and pour it into the bowl.

“Great job bug.” Space smiled at Loki’s grin, and he held up his hand. Space copied the Midgardian gesture and gave him a ‘high five’.

“I’m going to scoop up the flour. Can you make your hand flat for me?” Loki copied her hand shape with a look of intense concentration. “Good; like that. Now could you brush off the extra stuff please?”

Space continued measuring and mixing ingredients into their proper bowls, following the directions closely. Now for the eggs…

Loki had his tongue poking out as he stared at the egg carton intently, probably trying to open it with his seidr. She helped him open the carton, the safer way without seidr, and pushed a small glass bowl in front of him. Loki eagerly grabbed an egg without waiting for instruction and proceeded to crack it open with both hands, but got most of the shell pieces into the bowl and the actual egg on the counter.

Space snorted. “Like this.” And she tried to crack an egg, but ended up spilling worse than Loki. She frowned; this looked a lot easier in the online tutorial videos. Loki giggled at the dejected look on her face.

“S’ok,” Loki said, “We can separate ‘em.” His words jumbled together slightly as he spoke quickly, emphasizing his accent, which always became more apparent when he was feeling smaller.

Eventually, they had a bowl of completed cookie dough, sans egg shells (mostly). Loki still had flour in his hair and on his shirt, somehow there was a piece of egg shell on his face and there was melted chocolate on his hands from swiping chocolate chips. Space wasn’t in much better condition, although her hair was pulled back into a low bun, which kept that part clean at least.

Space put her hands on her hips. “Do we have to scoop these? This was already too much work.”

“Nuh uh.”

Space huffed, barely holding back a smile at his wide-eyed, serious look. “You sure?”

“Have'ta bake!” he said. He pointed at the oven.

“Hmm. If we have to…”

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They ended up with misshapen and slightly burnt cookies, and the concoction tasted strange to her. She was a bit suspicious of the foreign texture, but Loki seemed to think they tasted fine, so she counted it as a win.

Although magic would need to be involved in the clean up, because Space wasn’t sure how she kept stepping in sugar, and somehow bits and smears of butter were everywhere and… was that an eggshell on the ceiling?

#fandom agere #marvel agere #regressor loki #little loki #tesseroki #agere fic #sfw age regression #agere boy

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agere-tomhiddleston-imagines · 6 months

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Lil Ghost!

Thought I'd try a oneshot style for once on Tumblr (and hopefully do these more often ^^), I hope you all enjoy!!

Caregiver: Mobius, he/him

Little: Loki, he/they (3 years)

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Loki LOVED October, it was a time to cause as much mischief as they wanted and get away with it! Well, Mobius would allow it anyway since his excuse always was: "Halloween's just around the corner, the kid's just excited!" Which didn't really go down well with Steve after Loki poured all of his cake mixture on top of his head. In truth, Loki just liked to cause a bit of disruption but still be perceived as an angel by Mobius. It gave them comfort, but today they were feeling extra mischievous!

After a rather poor attempt to pull a fluffy blanket over his head, Loki was now a ghost and ready to haunt! Holding the blanket over his eyes so they could see where they were going, they made his way downstairs to find his papa making breakfast. However, that made his mind race with thoughts. What if they spooked papa at the wrong time and made him mad? What if he didn't get any breakfast because of this? And what if-

Loki's brain worked like this a lot from his childhood experiences. Deep in their fears, they knew they'd be okay. It was just Loki having a hard time trying to figure that out for themselves, especially when so young. Thankfully, Mobius was quick to notice Loki standing with glazed over eyes. "Hey sweetheart, are you alright?" He said as he walked over to them, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Their head whipped to look at him, eyes now wide and blown. They couldn't respond - it felt as if his jaw was locked. "It's okay. How about we sit and cuddle for a bit?" Loki could only nod, his fingers making their way up to their lips.

Mobius carried his baby up to the sofa, swaddling them in the blanket and cuddling them on his lap. He had about five minutes until Loki's pancakes needed to be tended to, so he used that time to calm him. "Some yucky thoughts again?" Mobius asked gently, not wanting them to dwell on it. They nodded, keeping close to his warmth. "Nothin' to be worried about, kiddo. They can't hurt you." They shared a quiet moment, just basking in each others company, until a timer sounded. "Oh! There's your pancakes, bubs!" Loki, seemingly forgetting about his worries for a moment, shot his head up. "pwancak??" They asked, intrigued. "Yeah that's right, baby!"

Pancakes were one of little Loki's favourite foods. While food wasn't so much a comfort when big, little Loki was enamoured by it, especially as an Asgardian. Mobius knew this well, always wanting his sweetheart to be happy. In this moment, he was carrying Loki in one arm as he tended to the pancake in another, plating it and sitting Loki in a high chair.

"Alright buddy! Are we ready?" Loki nodded enthusiastically, waiting as Mobius cut off pieces of pancake and fed it to them. It was a little unusual to Mobius that pancakes could make Loki this happy, but he wasn't going to question it. They were happy, and that was all that mattered to him.

Loki couldn't have finished the pancake quicker, both joyful to have his scary thoughts gone and to be eating chocolate first thing in the morning. Mobius had to chuckle a little, little remants of chocolate still present on his chin until he cleaned it up. All dishes aside, he carried Loki back to the sofa and turned on the tv to a kids channel. "Hey darling," Mobius began, "what did you have your blanket around your head for? Are you cold?" Loki giggled behind their paci. "nwoho! m ghos'!" They put the blanket back over their head. "boo!" Mobius feigned being scared, even giving out a little scream. They couldn't stop laughing. "Awh man! You got me really good! Now, I'll have to get you back!" He leaned forward and gently grabbed Loki before tickling his tummy.

Loki squealed, but he also laughed. He was happy, and so was Mobius. He'd much rather spend forever caring for his little than having them suffer through night terrors and such alone.

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A/N: I am so sorry about this being late, I started it in early October, however I have a bad habit of just putting things off -_- I am happy that it is done though and I hope you all liked it! ^^

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