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#loki x daughter!reader
mymelodymia · 4 months
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HELLO, hope you're having a great day. can I request a loki x daughter reader (age 16) where she has many insecurities and worries and he realizes it and helps her? If this is a hard limit, please ignore it 💘
Here for you // Loki laufeyson x daughter reader
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Summary: loki comforts you after finding out your insecure :(
Warnings: insecurities, hating body, being mean to loki (kinda),
Age: 16
🩰˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ♡🎧✧˚.🎀༘⋆+•°+💕*°•+
You frowned as you lifted your shirt up slightly in front of your mirror. Turning to see your side profile. Staring at your stomach.
You thought no boys/girls would ever show interest in you if you looked like this. Although your body was completely normal for your age. Sighing as you felt a tear fall down your cheek.
You continued staring at your body, to which you hated, when your father, loki, suddenly burst through the door. Usually he'd knock and you'd have a second to jump into your bed and put on a fake smile. But you didn't this time.
You took in a sharp breath, whipping around to face him. With his eyebrows scrunched, he tilted his head in confusion as to what you were doing.
"Ww-What are you doing?" He asked as you felt your cheeks turn red. With your head downcast, you felt tears come to your eyes. You backed up slowly until you sat down on your bed.
Your father walked over and sat down next to you. placing his hand over yours in order to comfort you. "What were you doing darling?"
You sniffed before letting out a small sob, loki threw his arms around you as a reflex to this. You continued to sob into his chest for a while. He rocked you back and forth as ran his fingers through your dark wavy hair. Shushing you from time to time.
Eventually you calmed down. Pulling away from your father, you looked at him tearfully. He looked deep into your emerald green eyes before asking the question again.
"What were you doing?" He asked in a soft tone, his asgardian accent ringing in your ears. You took in a deep breath before confessing.
"I...really, hate the way i look." Loki looked surprised at this, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Why?"
"Im afraid that if im too fat I'll never get a partner...and if i dont loose some weight no boy/girl will love me..." you said sadly. Your father again, looked shocked at this.
"Y/n, darling, your not fat, your not even overweight in the slightest...did, someone tell you these lies?"
"No, not really i just...i want boys/girls to like me, and i just, I just dont like the way i look. Its ugly and-"
"I beg your pardon?" Loki interrupted, 'Ugly' he hated that word. "Tell me, why in the world you would think that?"
"I dont know! Okay!?" You shouted, "i dont know why i feel this way! Just go away!" You yelled in frustration. He placed a hand on your shoulder. Remaining calm as your mood switched quickly.
He sighed and pulled you close to him, you again started to sob into him. He pulled away from this gentle touch for a moment to lie down on his back, extending and arm to invite you in.
You rested your head on his chest as he held you close to him as you both continued to stare at the ceiling.
You allowed yourself to drift off in his arms, your chest rising and falling as you slept.
He had a maid draw you a warm bath when you awoke from your deep slumber. He also made you your favorite meal when you got out of the tub.
Over a few weeks, you felt at peace with your body, with your soul, with your mind.
🩰˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ♡🎧✧˚.🎀༘⋆+•°+💕*°•+
A/N: i hope you liked this loveeeeee! P. S, please ignore my inactivity lol
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melancholypancakes · 1 year
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*Loki and Sylvie arguing*
*Y/n Lokidóttir just looking at both of them annoyed*
Y/n: Alright! That's ENOUGH!
*Y/n yells pushing the two loki's away from each other as her hands glow green from her magic forcing them apart*
Y/n: Dad, Mom! This arguing isn't going to get us off this damn planet and blaming each other not helping either so would both of you learn to be civilized!
*Y/n huffs from pouring her anger out like that while her father and Sylvie were in shock by the teenager anger*
*Sylvie was mainly shocked that Y/n called her "Mom"*
Sylvie:...
Loki:...
Sylvie: Did you just call me m-mom?...
*Sylvie covers her mouth trying not to smile*
Y/n: Yeah, so? You are my mom. You are a variant version of my dad, a female version. Therefore in fact, you are my mom.
*Y/n just realized what she just said as Sylvie starts tearing up*
Y/n: Mom- Sylvie I-
*Sylvie embraces the mini Lokidóttir smiling like an idiot*
Sylvie: I never had children before, let alone a daughter!
*Loki looking at Y/n with a smug look, who is clearly uncomfortable with affection*
Loki: aw, what's wrong Y/n? hug you're mother~
* Y/n grumbles at her father's teasing as she hugs Sylvie back awkwardly and Sylvie wipes her tears still smiling*
Loki: I'm just going to make this more uncomfortable.
*Loki group hugs Sylvie and Y/n*
*Y/n groans and blushes*
Y/n: At least, you two finally stopped biting at each other's throats...
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rachaelswrites · 1 year
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Lokidottir!reader: You seem familiar, have I threatened you before?
(Quote from an incorrect quote generator)
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simping-for-marvel · 1 year
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Words spoken once cannot be taken back...
Type: Oneshot
Pairing: Loki x daughter!reader
Summary: Y/n only wanted the best for her dad but Loki's silvertongue is blamed for his choice of words against his own daughter for her heartbreak.
(P.s the reader is around 10-12 (human) years old)
(Sorry for any typos!)
Warning (?): Angsty ending with no happy ending
Inspired by this. Thank you!! @holdmytesseract
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Y/n's POV-
Clutching on Uncle Thor's arm, I walked behind him to meet the Avengers. I've been here since yesterday, told to meet my father. Loki. He had caused destruction on Midgard. I heard everyone saying "she is our only hope." I have no idea why he did this but I know that since mommy left us, he has fallen into sorrow. In the first months, he locked himself away from everyone, then, 'the fall' happened, and he faked his death, later Uncle Thor found out that he was alive, causing damage on Midgard. It's been so long since I have seen him. I look down at my palm, the emerald stone shining brightly on the gold chain. It was a necklace that mommy had given him but since she left he abandoned this last memory of my mother. I suddenly feel rage and anger. He left Asgard. He left granny Frigga. He left uncle Thor. He left me. He left his home. It's his actions that hurt me the most. Not only me, everyone here. We enter a hall in which there was a large glass prison or cell. I look behind me, the Avengers are also here. I look up at Uncle Thor and he nods while opening the doors to the cell. I leave his hand. tightly holding onto the necklace. In the cell, sat a man on a bench, back facing toward me. My dad. He knows someone is there but doesn't speak. So, I do.
"F-Father?"
His head jolts up and he finally faces me. His eyes are red. As though he had been crying for a few hours now.
"Y/n?" He says and instantly pulls me down for a hug. He's changed since I last saw him. I hug him back, his scent filling my nostrils. Tears stream down our eyes.
I mutter, "Father... please come home with me. Please."
He pulls away looking at Thor dead in the eye. He speaks again, "Y/n love try to understand. After I conquer this place you can rule by my side, you can be the Queen after me. You'll get all the riches, love."
I wipe my stray tears and reply, "No father, I don't want those riches I- I want you... To listen to your bedtime stories, to play with you in the gardens, to read with you in the library, to lay in your arms where I find solace in..."
I slowly take the necklace and hook it around his neck.
"I lost mommy... I don't wanna lose you. Everyone's hurt here." I whisper.
"You are against me? For these mortals?" He states in astonishment.
"I'm not against you, just your actions," I say reaching out to touch his soaked cheeks but he pulls away.
"You cannot be my daughter." ....My heart shatters.
"Well, maybe you and your actions," I reply back walking away from him and making my way back out of the cell a stray tear running down my cheek.
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Hope you liked it!
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pak-tal-fila · 9 months
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loki x daughter reader
(this is slightly self-indulgent )
fluff
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You were sitting by the window of the asgardian palace staring off into space, so into your own head you didn't even hear your father come up behind you until he touched your shoulder.
"Darling are you quite alright i've been looking for you everywhere for you...you seem distant." Loki said looking down at you with concern sitting down in front of you at the window.
" i'm fine....just have alot on my mind is all." you looked up at him trying to give him a small smile to convince him your ok but it wasn't working. "cmon little dove talk to me you can tell me anything you know that" Loki gently placed his hand on your knee giving you a reassuring squeeze.
you left out a long exhale as you nod. "i want to go to college on midgard...and then afterwards i want to become an avenger", you look up at him waiting for his response.
Loki looks at you for awhile unsure what to say but then he smiles pulling you in gently for a hug. "little dove if that is your wish then i am happy with you....my only concern is that it's far from me.
You let out a sigh of relief as you hug him back happy that he wasn't upset with you. "i..um already found a pretty decent college on midgard and i want to major in (pick a major you like)." You excitedly dicuss your plans with him.
Loki listens to you ramble about your college plans tearing up realizing that you were no longer his little girl anymore, you are all grown up now.
He thinks to himself he would gladly do this all over again just to be right were he is right now. He hugs you tightly not wanting to let go "i'm so proud of you dove....always remember even if no one else is i'll always be proud of you.
You smile hugging your father close as you curl up next to him just like you used to when you were younger as you conjure your favorite book into your hands. "read to me" you say handing him the book.
Loki smiles nodding opening the book of poems starting to read to you watching as you slowly drift off to sleep smiling, kissing the top of your head closing the book. "sleep tight little dove".
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glorixuspurpose · 4 months
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The Missing Link
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loki x black!daughter!reader
“So…all of you are Lokis? Even that one?” He asks, pointing at the girl, who scowls at him and smacks his hand down. 
“Yes…no…not really. We’re related..sort of, but obviously, I’m not him. He’s my-” She stops herself mid-sentence. “Wait, if you’re not a Loki, then why are you here, let alone with them? What was your nexus eve-”
  “Stop yelling! You’re gonna alert him!” Kid Loki shouts, pointing at the dark cloud in the sky. 
 They continue to walk until they reach a circular door in the floor, presumably a bunker. Classic Loki opens it.
 “Well?” Loki asks, still waiting on the girl’s answer. 
“I killed him.” She finally answers, as she descends into the vault. 
Something in his mind told it that it couldn’t be true. That girl looked familiar, too familiar, and he’s not one to forget faces.
“Wait, that can’t be true..” He mutters.
“Why can’t it be true?” She asks, mimicking his accent, as they all walk down to an area with a semicircle of chairs, with a small pool in the middle, probably for the alligator.
 She was starting to get annoyed. “Why not?”
“Because…er..well, what’s your name?” He asks. 
“Y/N.” She ever so quietly responds. 
“Y/N…”He repeats to himself, as if trying to memorize it. 
 “Then…that can’t be true because..I’m your father.” 
Y/N uncrosses her legs. “Woohoo. You finally figured it out. The last time you saw me was when I was more or less 5 years old, and Thor took you to see me. Honestly he was more of a father than you were, and honestly more than you ever will be.”
   (time skip bc i can barely remember this episode lol)
“Sylvie…and Mobius? You guys came here?” Loki asks. 
“Well some of us, not by choice, but for the most part, yeah.” Sylvie stays silent, then walks off.
 “And who might you be?” Mobius asks Freya, as if she were some random little kid that approached him. “Y/N.” She bluntly responds.
             (another time skip, woohoo!)
A/N: And now for the good part.
 “Why did you tell me that your nexus event was killing me?” Loki asked, as they sat in the grass.
“Quite the questionnaire, aren’t you?” You jokes, subtly breaking her ever so permanent poker face with a slight smirk. 
“You might as well have been dead anyway.” 
Loki frowns. 
“Well? What was it?” 
She fully smirks. “I don’t remember.” 
Loki’s hopeful face returns to a frown, then he creates himself a blanket, wrapped around him.  Y/N chuckles. 
“Of course you would do that.”
 Loki sighs. “Do you really not remember?” 
“I wouldn’t be a descendant of the God of Mischief if I didn’t tell a lie now and then. Of course I remember.” 
A gust of wind blows, and causes Freya to shiver, and her teeth to chatter. 
Loki alters the blanket so it’s wrapped around the both of them. 
 “You didn’t have to do that.” 
“You seemed cold.” 
“Is this some kind of stupid scheme to get me to tell you?”
“What? No!” 
 Y/N tilts her head so it’s leaning on Loki’s shoulder.
“Tell me about my mother.” 
 “Oh…wow. Okay,” Loki says, taken aback by the sudden question. 
“Well, she was a smart, strong, beautiful, and independent woman. She really never needed me. She had powers, just like mine–and yours– but she liked to use these fans with blades on them…and she liked to cut me with them.” That earned a chuckle from Freya.
 “She also loved the color purple. It was her absolute favorite, and she would wear it pretty much everyday. She also adored grilled cheeses ever since we first went to Midgard. She really could’ve had anyone she wanted.  I have idea why she chose me. Considering that, if it weren’t for me, she might have still been alive.”
 Loki subtly wipes his eyes with his shoulder. 
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“I thought I was saving her, but obviously I proved myself otherwise.” 
“Saving her?”
“Well you see, there was…let’s just say, a battle, and..she was hurt. I was out of my mind to think that this would work, but I turned her to stone. I thought that..because I did that, it would heal when I turned her back. I saw it work before..and I knew how to turn her back, but it was too late.”
 “I wish I could have spoken to her…even if it was only for three minutes. I…” She looks behind her. “I think she wants to talk to you.” She tell him, pointing to Sylvie. 
 “I think she can wait.” Y/N creates a watch and checks it. It’s only just going backwards. Really fast. 
“This watch is not useful, but I’m sure she’s been waiting long enough. I’m always gonna be here. There’s no leaving.” 
 Loki stands up, making the blanket disappear. 
“Except you can leave, because you’re coming with us.”
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hauntedwitch04 · 1 year
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Scary house
🎃Halloween party🎃  
platonic!Loki x platonic Stak!reader
Words: about 0.65k words
Warning: a bit scary, sarcastic reader (how a Stark can’t be sarcastic?), a scared Loki ?
Author’s note: hi loves! day 21th! Here  I’m so sorry but i was really busy this week. I’ll try post everything this weekend.  I choose to write this with Stark reader, because I really love tha idea of the daughter of Tony getting along with Loki. Hope you like this one I really enjoyed writing this one.
✒️:  “You won’t be able to convince me to enter that abandoned house.” “Okay.” “What, you don’t insist?” “No, because apparently you’d rather be alone in the surroundings of an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere.” “Fuck you.”
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Loki still could not believe how weak he had been and how he had been persuaded by you, in following you in this, to say the least, stupid venture.
"You are a little Stark witch, and you will not be able to convince me otherwise." He says, following you as you enter the woods, now in darkness, with only a flashlight to light your way and the light of the moon, dimly coming through the dry branches.
"They also call me Morgana, as well as Y/N." You say laughing as you realize you are almost there. It took weeks to convince the God of Deception to follow you on your quest: to visit an abandoned house you had seen might be cursed. You didn't know why you were so intrigued, but you felt you had to go through with it, and besides, it was the time to try out the new powers gained from one of the gems: the ability to communicate with the afterlife. The fact that it was October 21 and therefore ten days before Halloween was purely coincidental.
"Really?" Asks the stunned god as he sees you pause, which can only make him let out a sigh knowing his impending doom.
"No, I was being sarcastic, I summon the dead, it's not like I'm King Arthur's sister, at most they can call me Nico of Angelo."
"Sister of whom? Nico of what?" Loki asks even more confused than before.
"Nothing, quiet, fangirl things." You say as you roll your eyes.
"I don't understand you young humans." He continues.
"At least you have the excuse that you're from another planet, here even our parents don't understand us." You say before walking toward the abandoned mansion. It's bigger than you expected, but that certainly won't stop you.
"You won't be able to convince me to enter that abandoned house." He says distantly, since he is still not following you. You smile, knowing that you will succeed one way and another, and begin your game.
"Okay." You say quietly as you continue walking toward the house. You're a little afraid too, but you try not to show it, and you succeed brilliantly.
"What, you don't insist?" Loki asks in amazement as he takes a couple of steps toward you. He knows inside that he loves you more than he cares to admit, and that somehow this young daughter of Stark has managed to warm his little icy heart and now seems almost like a daughter or younger sister to him, and so he can't help but be concerned about you, which is precisely why he agreed to come.
"No, because apparently you'd rather be alone in the surroundings of an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere." You say simply, turning around and smiling at him, before continuing walking and arriving at the front door of the house.
"Fuck you." Loki shouts, only to run and arrive in seconds beside you. "Sometimes I really hate you more than your father."
"I love you too little snake." You respond by opening the door, which is opened with an eerie squeak. "Besides, I want to practice conjuring and talking to people, and I need your help. Maybe even see some ghosts!" You continue excitedly, as he widens his eyes, and begins to scream.
"YOU'RE CRAZY IF YOU THINK I'M GOING TO LET YOU CONJURE UP GHOSTS IN MY PRESENCE IN A CURSED HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!"
"Are you finished?!"
"YOU LISTENED TO WHAT I SAID!"
"No, and I don't care, now we want to go in or what."
"Sometimes I wonder if you have any survival instinct at all."
"How tragic we are. Remind me never to let you see a horror movie."
"WHAT WAS THAT NOISE."
"Your breath Loki, your breath. God even Disney you can't see at this rate."
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positivelyholland · 2 years
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can you just kinda give us a look into lokidottir!reader's life? like where does she live, what powers does she have, etc. also if you can possibly answer them as an au where loki didn't die i will love you forever 🥺
she has lived kinda all over, for a while she went to school on earth with peter parker but would go to asgard during holidays.
she has the potential to have all of loki's powers and some, but she is still developing most of them
she has a very complicated relationship with her father. she doesn't support a lot of the things he did back in 2012 but he's ultimately still her father so she loves him to death. he does make it up to her and definitely spoils her all the time.
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winters-hysteria · 1 year
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Sam: L is for the way you look at me
Loki: 0 is for the only one I see
Tony: V is very, very extraordinary
(y/n): E is for everyone shut the fuck up it's 2am go to bed before I kill you all
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katebishopsbaefy · 6 months
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Soup and Sniffles
pairing: natasha romanoff x reader (can be read as platonic or romantic)
summary: you're sick and dont want natasha to find out. she finds out, fluff esues.
word count: 961
notes: hey everyone this is the first fic im posting pls no hate 😄😘
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You practically fall through your open window onto the floor of your bedroom, knees almost buckling underneath you. You’re able to catch yourself in just enough time to stop your face from slamming into the ground. The impact from your sort of fall is still loud, though, and you pray Natasha couldn’t hear it.
You realized you were sick two days ago, but only today had you really started to feel the full effects of your illness. School was a nightmare with a stuffy nose and constant headache, and with no time in between classes and patrol, you were absolutely miserable. But, not wanting to worry Natasha or risk being labeled as “useless”, you kept it to yourself and stuck it out. One fight in particular left you stumbling and sneezing, the guy’s ice powers making you feel even more sick. You’d managed to make your way to your shared apartment with Natasha. You couldn’t wait to take a much needed nap.
A knock on the door makes you jump up from your spot on the floor, which you happened to be very comfortable in. Natasha’s voice is muffled by the door.
“Y/N? What the hell was that?” she asks. Shit.
You panic. Clear your throat as quietly as you can, hoping to sound much less congested than you are. “Nothing! I’m ok, I swear.”
“I’m coming in,” she states, and she’s next to you before you can even begin to protest. She notices the carpet moved out of place under your feet and smirks. “Did you fall through the window?” 
“Maybe,” you reply. She quirks an eyebrow at you. “Rough ni-” you start, but a cough racks through your body and you’re forced to double over. You recover as quickly as possible, shooting back up with a sniffle and a smile. “Rough night,” you finish. You break eye contact with her once you see the concern laced in her green eyes. 
“I can tell. Did you get hit?” she asks, looking up and down your body looking for an injury that could be the source of your cough. She takes your face into her hands and studies the cuts littering it until your own hands push hers away.
“No, I’m fine. Well, I did get hit, but I’m fine. No problem.” You smile at her. It doesn’t reach your eyes.
The back of Natasha’s hand finds your forehead before you can react. Your mind tells you to pull away, but your body leans into the contact in search of comfort. She frowns as you sniff again. “You’re sick.”
“No I’m not,” you argue, finally finding the strength to pull her hand away from you. It drops to her side and her eyes search yours.
“Yes, you are. How long have you been sick for?”
“I haven’t been sick because I’m not sick.”
“Then why do you sound so gross?”
“I’m not gross.”
“You’re pretty gross.”
“I’m not sick, Nat! Jesus,” you swipe your hand under your nose and sniffle miserably. Her fingers find your face once more and she turns your chin to look at her, thumb swiping away a tear you didn’t know had fallen. Natasha looks at you, really looks at you. You’re shivering under her touch, just slightly, but enough for her to notice. Your eyes are sunken and red, as well as the tip of your nose and your cheeks. She looks back into your eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she asks softly, barely above a whisper. 
Tears fill your eyes and you let them. “I don’t feel good,” you tell her, and the wall breaks. She pulls you into her and kisses the top of your head. You're very aware of the grossness you're getting on her shirt, but she doesn’t care. 
“I got you,” she whispers over and over into your hair, rubbing circles on your back as you sob. Eventually your legs simply give out, but she’s there to hold you up. Drags you over to your bed and pulls away, forcing you to look at her. She hands you a tissue to blow your nose into.
“Gross,” she comments. You giggle tearily and she smiles at you. “I’ll make you soup if you wanna go shower.”
“Mkay. C’n you do tha’ thing where you put m’ clothes in the dryer so they’re all warm?” you look up at her with the best puppy eyes you can muster. This time she giggles at you.
“I guess so. Try not to take twelve hours in the shower, I want hot water too.”
You know she really wouldn’t care if you took forever, as long as it made you feel better.
You jump in the shower, and when you’re out (45 minutes later), there’s fresh clothes sitting on the toilet for you, plus a fluffy towel. You throw on the clothes and ring out your hair, walking towards the kitchen to the smell of soup. 
Natasha watches you and shoots you a small smile. “Better?” she asks.
“Yeah. Less gross,” you reply honestly. Your nose is a lot less congested and your shivering stopped for the most part. You plop yourself down in your spot on the couch and Liho, Nat’s cat, jumps up with you. You pull her into your arms and lay down on a pillow given to you by some distant relative, paying little attention to the sitcom running on the tv.
Nat turns to bring you a bowl of soup, but sees you passed out on the couch, snoring quietly. She walks over and grabs your favorite blanket from over the top of the couch, draping it over you and kissing your forehead. Notices you’re a lot less warm than before, smiles down at you. The soup could wait for later.
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POV: Y/N Stark...
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mymelodymia · 17 days
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*loki and y/n singing*
Loki: WASHINGTON! YOU ARE OUTGUNNED
Y/n: WHAT
Loki: OUTMANNED
Y/n: WHAT
Loki: OUTNUMBERED OUT–
Y/n: PAY YOUR FRICKIN TAXES
Loki: PUT YOUR GUNS DOWN ON MY COMMAND
Y/n: HAND EM OVER
Loki, laughing: this y/n my right hand mahahan
Y/n: PWO PWO PWO PWO PWO
Sylvie, with a headache: can you both just shut up please?!!
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lokisrealpurpous · 4 months
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words hurt like a blade
pt1
father!loki x daughter!reader
warnings: bullying, sh, mentions of sewersl*de, mentions of scars, description of blood and wounds, angst, mention of weight.
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when loki finds out his little girl isn't dealing with things well, falling into dangerous habits that he once did too, he does everything to try and look after her.
☆ please please do not read this if you find anything in the warnings list at all triggering, keep yourself safe and I'm always here if anyone needs me or just needs someone to message ☆
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your pov:
After my father had gained the trust of the Avengers we've stayed at the tower, it was a new start which meant: new schools, new people and a completely changed routine, it was draining.
I joint the high school that Parker went to, he was a close friend, being the only other kid my age on the team, and tried everything he could to help me fit in, but as fate leads the path, I was the target of everyone that walked into my life.
As the days moved on antagonisingly slowly it got worse and worse, it began with names, roumers, nudges and smirks but was becoming more than just a lurking shadow, it hurt, it was exhausting.
"sort your face out"
"you alright fatty?"
"just kill yourself"
"cut your arms open"
It was the same threats everyday, along with fights and pushing and shoving and arguments.. getting worse... and worse as the weeks went by. It wasn't just a voice i could ignore anymore.
I began to not go into school, I stopped eating or I ate too much, I struggled to brush my hair, brush my teeth, shower, all the hope of that once little girl inside me had been burnt. Words hurt like a blade..
2 years clean.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
lokis pov:
I knew something was going on. The circles under her eyes were painted black, her hair was in dreads and her body was slow and achey. She refused to go into school and she rarely came out her room, and every now and then she'd be sick, but ive just brushed it off as anxiety.
I missed my little girl, my todler running in fits of giggles around The Gardens of Asgard Castle. The way her face was always illuminated with joy, the only tears that every stained her face was from happiness or a graze. I had gone wrong.. I know I have at some point, she's in pieces that neither of us know how to put back together but I'll always be there with the glue to seal the cracks.. she's my princess and she always will be.
The setting sun casted a golden brushstroke across the towers corridors, I haven't heard from y/n all day, not for food, nor anything, so I slowly paced down the silent rooms to her door, knocking gently as I twisted the handle.
your pov:
My breath was caught in my throat, strangled as the harsh words tangled in my head. I gasped for air as tears flooded down my crimson cheeks, desperately rummaging through my beside drawers with shakey hands.
where was it...
I mumbled, merely a whisper.
where is my b..
there it was. I felt the cold metal against my fingertips, the small blade burning my skin with fear and defeat.
2 years clean.
I pulled up my sleeve desperately and stared holes into my arms, only then to press the small razor against my arm.. deeper and deeper... then dragging it across the frail skin which cried sepia teardrops.
My eyes winced in pain, but my shoulders fell in relief, like the tension breathed through the cuts that patterned my arm. 1...2...3...4. The sence of control betrayed me as I cut over and over again, they faded white before they painted my arms red and the salty tears that clung onto my lashes fell with no sympathy as they sung the fresh cuts.
14... 15... 16...
then there was a knock.. shit.
I fumbled with the stomach twisting scene before me, the blade fell onto the icy wooden floor and the once white bedsheets were ruined with the blood of self pity. I gasped between clenched teeth as I pulled down my sleeve over the deep cuts.. and grabbed a book off the table next to me.. it was too late to grab the razor below me.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
lokis pov:
my heart sunk to my legs. the sheets were red. her eyes were irritated and rashed, her hands were shaking violently and her lip was quivering subtlety. Swiftly my eyes wandered over to see the blood dripping knife on the floor.. a small puddle dripping through the floor boards.. my angel.
I went to walk towards her but my body was trapped in a paralysis of fear and guilt, seeing her eyes overwhelmed with such emotion tore me to peaces. How could she have done this to herself.
what have you done..
I whispered, loud enough for her to hear me, evident when her voice cracked into antagonising sobs.
I ran over to her vulnerable frame and took her limp, exhausted body into my arms, protecting her in a tight embrace. I felt the blood stain my shirt as it seeped through the fabric of her jumper, but ignored it as I rocked her shaken figure back and forth.
oh my angel
I said as I brushed strands of hair behind her ears.
why.. why would you do this...
All I could hear was whimpers and sniffles coming from her, tilting her chin up to look at me.
I'm here... I'm here...
I say softly and I hold her face in my cold hands.
May I?
I ask as I hold the end of her sleeve, when she nods I slowly pull it up, my eyes widening and my throst strangling me as the deep cuts were revealed.
your pov:
as he rolled up the sleve guilt drowned me.. I felt sick as I saw how deep the cuts were, and the terror on my father's face. My head felt faint and the blood continued to stream down my arm.. the last thing I saw was the corner of my eyes bluring black and myself falling into my fathers tense arms.
The next time I woke up, bright lights of the healers room pieced through my eyes, my head was pounding and everything was spinning in parades of colour and movement. my eyes trailed off to my arms which were bandaged, underneath I could feel the stitched that were sown through my wounded skin. To my left there was a moniter and my iron levels, they were life threateningly low, also told by my exhaustion, pale colour and excruciating headache. Then my eyes landed on my father, he was sat asleep on a chair infront of me, in the same clothes he was in the night it happened... however I had no clue how long ago that was. As he felt my consciousness he woke and rushed to my side.
are you alright princess?
he asked, his worry stabbing my heart. I nodded weakly and gave him a soft smile as he ran his hands through my hair.
you're safe.. you're going to be okay... I'm here I promise. Angel please come to me before you ever do anything like this... no matter what I am doing you come to me and I can help you.. I know what it's like.. I've been close to where you are and darling I cannot bare to loose you. I love you.
His voice broke and he clung onto me as to never let me go.
I knew then that I was safe with him.. but I had alot to question for once better.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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rachaelswrites · 1 year
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Mobius: What is your biggest weakness?
Lokidottir!reader: I can be uncooperative
Mobius: Okay, can you give me an example?
Lokidottir!reader: No
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lovebugspots · 6 months
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peter man?
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chapter one: a not so fun necklace.
Peter Parker x Winterwidow/Buckynat's daughter! reader.
Dreams, by the Cranberries.
"Oh, my life is changing everyday... In every possible way."
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Her eyes darted between her father and her mother. Another staring contest, fun.
Her mothers green eyes staring into her father's icy blue ones.
Y/n just stood up and carefully walked out of the compound kitchen and into her room and saw Peter already there and she sighed, kicked her slippers off and jumped onto him, since he was laying on his bed and snuggled into his side.
"Hi Peter man." She said teasingly and earned an audible groan from him.
"Why are you calling me that..." he mumbled and wrapped his arms around her body and let her snuggle into him.
He had learned that snuggling was her way of coping with her past in the Red Room, a way to learn that physical contact can be okay.
"Because it's funny, Spider Parker." She giggles and looked up at him with her soft Y/e/c eyes and looked into his warm and comforting brown eyes.
But he can't be mad, he never wanted to not be snuggling her.
But that doesn't mean he can't get annoyed by her.
He groans loudly and rolled over on top of her, earning a loud 'Oomf' from her.
He laid on top of her, putting his whole body weight on her.
"Oh you asshole." She groans and he chuckles as he laid on her.
"C'mon, you enjoy it, don't lie." He said cheekily, and he put his hands on her stomach. His hand going her her shirt a bit, he felt her scars...but they made her fucking beautiful to him.
She rolled her eyes and held him tightly.
"Shut up..." She mumbled into his hair as he had his face in the crook of her neck. He giggles and traced her scares lightly, his rough and calloused hand on the scar tissue felt delicate.
He felt to coolness of her right bionic hand on the nape of his neck, people would beget all weird by it, but like how Natasha was with Bucky, he saw through the arm and just the person, the person whom they both truly love.
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It was dinner time, all of the Avengers were sitting down eating.
And dinner always consisted of Bucky and Sam Arguing, Tony wiggling his eyebrows at Peter, Natasha glaring at Tony, Wanda reading the teens minds and giggling, Loki not caring for the young Peter but always giving encouraging smiles to Y/n, Thor not knowing whats going on, Bruce not caring really, Steve trying to calm down Bucky and Sam, Clint not caring and trying to eat, Somehow Vision even knows the love between Y/n and Peter.
In a nutshell it was normal until Pietro started something quiet interesting...
"Peter, Y/n?" He asked, his accent thick as he stood up. Everyone raised their eyebrows s he grabbed a fistful of pasta and threw it at Y/n.
"I declare, a food fight."
Everyone's eyes widen and Thor immediately threw garlic bread at the speedsters face. Tony lets out a cackle and threw a meatball at Steve's face.
Then a war had begun. Peter and Y/n had hid under the table with cookies in hand as the adults were throwing pasta all over each other.
Y/n giggles and Peter sighed and looked at her, her delicate features. And she turned and they made eye contact
And that was when it felt as if everything slowed down. Their eyes looking into one another, and they just felt so connected. And slowly, inch, by inch they leaned in... and they got so close, that only their noses touched.
He could smell her perfume, the addicting coffee, lavender and vanilla.
She was just addicting to him.
His left hand went to her cheek and the back of her neck, inching closer and closer...
Then Thor lifted the table up, and the two pulled away quickly and sh threw a cookie at him and jumped up, then helped Peter up, their faces bright red. Now, EVERYONE knew.
But, being the two hopeless idiots they didn't.
"Man of spiders! Lady of Metal Arms! I have found you!" Thor boomed happily and gave a knowing grin and wiggled his eyebrows in very, very obvious way.
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Y/n was currently on her bed, with her mother, Wanda and Pepper stopped by to see what she missed since she missed dinner.
"You two almost kissed?!" Pepper yelled and Wanda shushed her and Natasha sighed.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you sound proof the room?" Natasha said to the AI and the room became sound proof.
Natasha takes a deep breath then she started.
"Y/n Rebecca Barnes, you have to tell him you like him!" She yelled and stood up and started pacing while she spoke to her daughter.
"If you don't tell him he will never know!" Pepper nodded and added to Natasha.
"It is so clear he is in love with you!" Wanda nodded and also added.
"You know, I have never felt so much love for a person then he does for you..."
Y/n sighed and rubbed her temples and laid back on her bed, and groans, the metal of her hand helping her nerves.
But little did she know, that in Peters room. There was all of the boys trying to comfort a very, very anxious spider.
"Kid, if she didn't like you should would have pulled away or not lean in at all." Steve sighed and Bucky just looked uncomfortable.
Tony puts his hand on his shoulder and said.
"You should have made out with her quicker-"
"Stark! Do you forget that she is my daughter?" Bucky snapped and Tony chuckled and whispered to Peter.
"Don't forget about Papa-Bear." And Steve sighed as he had to restrain his childhood best friend.
"B-Buck! Don't you dare make me get Natasha." Steve said firmly and Bucky stopped and whispers.
"You wouldn't dare to get Natalia." He seethed out and Steve sighed and yelled.
"Natasha! Bucky is trying to kill another Stark."
Tony grimaced and everyone else had to stifle down a laugh. And Bucky just rolled his eyes as Natasha walked in and started speaking in rapid Russian with Bucky.
"Seriously, James? What did he do this time?" Natasha asked in Russian.
"He was talking about how he should have made out with our daughter earlier!" He responded.
All she did was let out a small chuckle and said.
"He has a point, James."
"Natalia, no."
"Natalia yes."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes as she dragged him out of the room and eventually all of the others walked out as well. After a few minutes, Y/n sneaked into his room, like usual, in her pajamas and snuggled into his side.
Something they do nightly, his arms around her waist and he face in his chest as she listens to his heart beat.
"Peter..?" She mumbled softly into his chest and he looked down at her and whispered.
"Yeah, princess?" She looked up and sighed as she nuzzled into him more.
"I'm scared..." she mumbled and he sighed and held her tightly.
"The nightmares?"
She nodded and he thought for a moment and he got close to her ear and whispered.
"You wanna stay with me?" She looked up and nodded, solace was what she needed.
He smiles and moved her so she could get under the sheets and blankets, he practically engulfed her with blankets and himself.
She giggles and nuzzled into his chest and mumbled.
"Good night, Peter man."
He didn't roll his eyes but he kissed her forehead and whispered.
"Good night, Stargirl." She blushed a deep magenta when he said her hero name, and when he kissed her forehead.
Lord he knew how to make her melt like a candle.
And just like that, she fell asleep.
In the arms with the one, and only guy she wants.
But the nightmares of her getting choked by The Winter Soldier and his metal arm will always come.
How his hand was a not so fun necklace.
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way2geeky · 8 months
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One Call - Part 12 - Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader
Warnings - Angst, talks of drugs and alcohol.
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Steve Rogers pulled into the gravel driveway; he slides off his sunglasses when he sees no one waiting for him. He slides out of the car and searches the main living areas of Tony's house. He walks down the stairs, seeing Tony and Bruce watching a surveillance.
"Jarvis?"
"Yes sir?"
"Could you get the door?" Without a second would the door opened. Bruce turns and gives Steve a tight smile. Tony kept his eyes on the surveillance, as Steve got closer, he saw a hologram of Y/n sitting on her bed. "Hey, Y/n wasn't waiting for me, everything okay?" Tony scoffed and Bruce silently handed the backpack to Steve.
He sighed as he searched the bag for anything else. "Tony? What are dummy gummies?" Steve asked bringing the small bag out. Tony turned, and Steve handed over the gummies. "They're weed Gummies Rogers." Tony said defeatedly, throwing the bag on the table.
"How did she get those?" Bruce asked examining the bag. "There not very hard to get Bruce." Tony mumbled looking back at the recording of his daughter. "Yeah, but you were a twenty-year-old, she is sixteen?"
"Are you saying she has ad dealer?" Steve asked a little shocked, and very worried. "A dealer for gummies? If she is going that far she might as well smoke it?" Bruce reasoned, taking a gummy out and sniffing it. "Only one way to find out." Tony said standing abruptly heading straight for the door. Steve put a hand on his shoulder, "maybe you I should go."
"She's my daughter, I'm handling this!" Tony raised shoving Steves hand away. "Your too worked up, I'll go, and you listen in. If you would like talk to her after." Tony sighed but grudgingly nodded, and Steve left heading straight to her room.
He stopped at her door and sighed trying to contemplate what to say. He sat for a sec but could not think of anything good to say. "Ok, Steve like a band-aid." He whispered to himself and knocked on the door. There was no answer, he knocked again, and he raised his voice a little to be heard through the thick door. "Y/n? Kid I saw what was in your bag! We're not mad, we are just worried is all! Could you let me in!?"
He could hear her converse shuffling to the door and saw the shadow of her feet stop just before the door. "Please?" He asked stepping away for a second about to call Jarvis to open the door, but she opened it first. "Hey Kiddo." He whispered, she walked to the bed silently, and he trailed behind her. Closing the door quietly, sitting down with her.
"You want to tell me why those were in your bag." She shook her head 'no' and kept her head down. He pursed his lips, and nodded "you want to tell me where you got the gummies?" She looked up at him with slightly larger eyes. "Yes, we found the gummies." He said not even looking her in the eyes.
"I'm sorry." She whispered; he shook his head. "Save it, where did you get them, and why?" Steve asked sternly standing up and folding his arms in front of her. She sighed and looked down, "I want an answer Y/n?"
"Why do you care!? You aren't even my dad!?" "No, but right now your dad is worried sick! Just like Bruce and I, do you understand that!?" He raised his voice setting his hands on his hips. "Do you understand just how much we care for you!? Do you understand the consequences of your actions!?" She scoffed and looked away, "You guys don't care. You don't care, the only reason you even know me as well as you do is because I'm forced to box you."
Steve heart sank, "Where did you get the gummies?" He asked trying to keep his voice calm. "I stole them." She mumbled finally looking at his eyes. "From whom?"
"I saw them in my science teachers' desk, and I took them." Tony eyes widened at the recording, and he put his head in his hands. "Oh god." He mumbled, "Why were you breaking into your teachers' desk?" Steves voice wavered but he kept it calm, "he took my phone. I took it back, saw the gummies took them."
"Ok." Steve said sitting back down on her bed. She looked at him in pure confusion. "Ok?" He nodded, "You're not disappointed 'that someone so smart could make such a dumb mistake'?" She quoted hearing the phrase so many times on tv. "You already know that I'm disappointed in your actions. You already know that we all are. You already know that we are all worried about you. We know you're disappointed in yourself."
"So, what now?"
"Your dad is going to punish you; you're going to listen and never do this again."
She nodded, "Y/n?"
"Yeah?"
"If you even think about doing this again, I am going to run the vodka out of you. Are we clear?"
"Were clear." He stood up and walked to the door and before opening it he added, "and stop giving him so much grief. We know you went through something terrible. You have every right to grieve, but he just wants you to be happy." With that Steve left the room leaving Y/n to lay on her bed.
Staring up at the ceiling, "Tony I know your listening. I am so sorry. I just wanted to stop thinking." She said to the air, but she knew he was listening. He watched her with a heavy heart and teary eyes. "I know Pip." He whispered.
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