#thor and loki’s childhood

[lokijiro]

Frigga getting dressed with the help of a maid as tiny Loki clings to her and Thor destroys her curtains in the background.

(Odin is actually responsible for this. Unbeknownst to Frigga, he has told the boys a story about a monster who lives behind curtains.)

#loki #thor #frigga #odin #thor and loki’s childhood #odin thought it was a good idea

[worstloki]

why does it feel like the mcu is trying so hard to cash in on making villains 'morally grey' because ancient artifacts/beings of power are influencing them (Wanda/the darkhold/Wenwu/the dweller in darkness/Gorr/the necrosword) but is also on-purpose side-stepping the OG Loki who was being affected by the mind stone in Avengers 1

#also this with characters being coerced like Bucky suddenly being accountable??? #Bucky who had his head literally messed with?? he was EXPLICITLY brainwashed?????? #Loki being tortured is nothing that needs to be addressed directly ever I guess??? #any possible memory issues are no problem for them i suppose #like..... bruhhhhhhh #I know it's easier to try and go oh Loki was bad the entire time since childhood but that's not what was set up #and there's been little attempt to properly retcon it so it comes off as everyone being a jerk to Loki for literally nothing #attempts to knock Loki down a peg fail because there is no higher peg he was on to begin with he JUST got defeated by Hulk like come on #he only JUST got away from Thanos' threats bc the TVA kidnapped him and now - WHAT - you're going to act like 1 year is his whole life #goodness #Thanos and losing it in Thor 1 didn't even come up with Mobius he kept talking about a future that wouldn't happen now :/ #what is up with Phase 4 trying to make characters sympathetic while trashing on other characters with the exact same reasons #Thor 4

[tyrannuspitch]

comics and movies are very different media suited to telling very different stories, and the knock-on effects for character and character dynamics are massive. like, comics loki has been coming up with evil plans and then being defeated over and over and over again for pretty much their entire existence (and, in recent years, becoming sympathetic/approaching redemption, and then turning evil again.) meanwhile, mcu loki has had a grand total of two evil plans in his entire life. (still significant! but just the two of them.) the comics give you characters who feel mythological, who really have a sense of the weight of having lived for thousands or millions of years behind them, who've worn grooves in their own lives and now fall into familiar patterns like fate no matter how far they thought they'd come, while in movie canon they have one linear arc and you can treat longevity like an abstraction that lends a grand tone to, but doesn't fundamentally change the shape or content of, their lives. you can suggest a conversion rate, fifty of our years for one of theirs, and say that thor and loki are young and unformed and barely, tragically scratching the surface of who they could be, and it can still feel true.

(i'm absolutely not saying either of these is objectively better or worse, to be clear! but they are very different, and for me personally, it's enough to make the difference between passing interest on one hand and obsession on the other.)

#space viking tag #meta #th: childhood + immortality #ch: loki #ch: thor #s: comics #this isn't the entirety of the difference in my personal interest #(i'm also more interested in a loki whose foundational trauma is about *control* rather than *cruelty*) #but it is part of it

[odin-suggestion]

I still think about that moment in the comics where Odin hired Black Panther to kill Loki. But then how Odin gets very upset if anything happens to Loki. If BP had done it, what do you think Odin would have done?

I think about this so much.

Like, here's the context: The War of the Realms is imminent and Odin is finally realizing that he picked the wrongest possible way to deal with it. Freyja called it, and Loki sided with her when she rebelled against Odin over it, and then he (apparently) defected to the enemy, then he (apparently) tried to kill Freyja and nearly succeeded. Odin is going through some shit and once again, much of it is Loki's fault. So it's not that shocking that he'd want something done about Loki, and let's be real: for Asgardians, killing them is just making them go somewhere. To a god, death is a prison sentence, and Loki is the gods' best escape artist.

And while Odin absolutely (even by his own admission), has his moments... he's not stupid.

In that comic, Odin goes to Black Panther and starts off by saying, "Let me tell you a story."

In this story, Odin says, "A long time ago, I, a young god, and your ancestor, the first Black Panther, fought a terrible creature together with some other heroes. When we had defeated it, the Black Panther called for mercy -- something was clearly wrong with this creature, and he wanted to help it. I disagreed: I thought we should kill it and nail its corpse to the moon as a warning to the rest of its kind."

And then Odin says, "I was wrong. The Black Panther was wiser than I was."

He uses this story to illustrate why he respects the Black Panther -- a fellow king, a powerful warrior, and a man of great wisdom. And then Odin says, "That creature we fought: its friends are coming to Earth to get revenge for what we did, and Loki is helping them.* I want you to kill him for the greater good."

*(Loki, for his part, is doing all of this because Malekith intends to use Earth as the battleground for the War of the Realms and the Avengers aren't Avengering hard enough. They need a bad guy to fight so they'll have an excuse to get the band back together.)

Odin says he can't do it because he's weak, he loves his son too much to kill him himself, even knowing the destruction he's about to cause. And it seems like it doesn't quite fit together, does it? Odin didn't go to one of the other heroes he fought alongside in that fight. He didn't ask the Ghost Rider, arbiter of cosmic justice. He didn't ask Earth's Sorcerer Supreme, who's recently had to deal with Loki's bullshit and is eager to kick his ass. He didn't ask the Phoenix, favorite of his old companions. He asked the Black Panther -- the only one to disagree with him. The one who wisely called for mercy and understanding.

And then I remember Young Avengers.

And I remember when the whole thing first starts, and Billy's in trouble and America swoops in to rescue him -- not from the terrible mage-eating monster he's just accidentally summoned, but from Loki. And when they finally get a moment to sit down to talk about it, she tells Billy:

"Don't trust Loki. He knew something was going to happen and he told me that to prevent it, I should kill you."

And Loki says, "Sometimes the only way to be the good guy is to play the bad guy everyone expects you to be. What would you have done if I'd told you Billy was in trouble?"

"Nothing," she admits.

A year after this conversation with Odin, T'Challa walks into Avengers tower with a file on everything Loki's been up to recently and says to the Avengers, "What have all of you heard about the War of the Realms?"

#ooc obvs #character analysis #listen they are both bastards and they are so so alike #both of them are just over here playing 5d chess with the realms as their game board #odin does definitely get some bad writing and he's often the obligatory bad parent for thor and loki childhood angst plotlines #which is fine!!! he's a narrative tool!!! they're stories!!! #but he's a way more complex and interesting character than he gets credit for in fandom i think

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Okay, after rewatching Phineas and Ferb Across the Second Dimension, which came out in 2011, I need to know if the first Avengers movie- which came out in 2012- copied it, or if it was just a weird coincidence that both movies have an interdimensional portal with a seemingly endless evil army coming out of it set on the top of a weird looking building in the middle of a city that they have to fly up and close after a showdown with the villain?

#phineas and ferb #avengers #also that scene where they're 'going clockwise through the multiverse' #reminds me of the scene in GoTG 2 where rocket yondu and groot are trying to get to ego's planet and keep flying through portals ajghfalksd #also I will lament AGAIN that we didn't get a phineas and ferb/gravity falls crossover because it would be GREAT #if this movie had come out a few years later there could've been a shot of ford somewhere as they're dimension hopping #or bill ajfhlksagdjfas #also the whole 'mad scientist builds portal to another dimension. memory erasure happens' is also a hilarious connection #basically I'm now questioning if a lot of people watched P&F and decided 'you know what that's a fun idea I'mma use that' #mostly marvel because there's just. there's just so many coincidences otherwise xD #the portal the evil army the showdown on the roof #begs the question if thor had given loki one of his childhood toys he'd lost would he have calmed down then? xD #anyway #this is all very funny to me #this movie was funny without context but it's definitely better with the context of the show #for ages this movie was literally where all my knowledge of P&F came from xD

[woodelf68]

A Mother's Comfort

@lokijiro prompted "Baby Loki has a tendency to take more milk than he needs, which makes him throw up sometimes.

Frigga can’t help but wonder if this is a consequence of the days he spent in hunger. Also on AO3

After the first day, Frigga had a better idea of how much milk he could take at a time and had the kitchens send bottles with less milk to start with. It seemed to be a good amount, as Loki didn't cry for more when he'd finished his bottle, but he did still keep sucking at the rubber teat, and Frigga remembered that as a baby, Thor would keep sucking until she either unlatched him or he fell asleep at her breast, finding comfort in the action. And Thor, she thought darkly, had not been left alone to starve to death in the elements; who knew how long it would be before Loki forgot that experience? Who knew how long he had lain there, his cries unheard, before Odin had found him? Her little war child deserved all of the comfort that she could offer him. And though he seemed content enough...

She slipped a finger into the corner of Loki's mouth and broke the suction, pulling the bottle's teat out of his mouth. "Here, let me take that. No, shh, you can have it back if you want, but let's see if I can give you something better than an empty bottle." Loki made his displeasure known as she briefly set him back down in his basket but she made quick work of the laces on the front of her gown, glad she was wearing this style. As well as the herbal tea that she had started drinking to bring in her milk, Eir had given her an oil-based infusion to massage into her breasts as well, as often as convenient through the day, and that meant gowns that hooked or laced up the back and needed help to remove were no longer practical. She had just started wearing them again, too, having finally fully weaned Thor less than two months before Loki's arrival. Even when he'd stopped needing her for food, her usually rambunctious toddler had been reluctant to give up his naptime feeding, still wanting that closeness and cuddling when he was sleepy. And now she had a new hungry chick to feed. Ah well, those gowns would still be there when this one was grown into a strong and sturdy little boy like his brother was now, but she would only have this one chance of developing that kind of close bond that formed between a nursing mother and her child.

"I've no milk for you yet," she told Loki, settling him comfortably in the crook of her arm, her arm supported by the pillow in her lap. "But if you don't mind sucking on a dry breast, it'll help bring it in all the sooner." And it would help prevent him from getting so used to the bottle that he had trouble switching to feeding at her breasts when the time came. She wondered if she would need to place a few drops of milk or honey on her nipple to entice him into latching on, but it wasn't necessary. As soon as she guided his mouth to her breast his lips parted automatically and a moment later he had latched on securely and was once again sucking contentedly, seeming unconcerned when he didn't get the reward of milk for his efforts.

"Oh, that's it," Frigga crooned, her heart rejoicing that she could give this to him, at least she could offer him this comfort. "You're going to be a good nurser, aren't you?" She huffed out a laugh. "You know, if you had only come a little sooner, I would still have had milk for you." But nay, she thought, if he had been born sooner, perhaps Odin would not have been there to find him in time. She shivered at the thought of there having only been a dead body to find where a live child had been. It made her more certain than ever that the Norns had had a hand in this, that Loki had been meant to be her child, hers and Odin's. "Well, never mind," she told Loki softly. "Perhaps the milk will come back in more easily for having so recently stopped. And I suppose it was nice to have a little break, however short." It felt good, his sucking, and she felt herself slipping into that calm, quiet place where it was just herself and the child in her arms, inextricably linked. And it would feel even better when her breasts were heavy with milk, she knew, still able to clearly remember the rush of milk letting down in response to a child's demands and the relief as the pressure from a full breast eased. She nuzzled her new son's head, breathing in the sweet baby scent of him. "That's my good boy," she said softly. "I've got you. My new sweet son. I promise you'll not go hungry again nor have your cries go unanswered as long as I an here to come to you." She traced the curve of his soft cheek, his blue eyes open and fixed upon her. "You're safe now, you're home."

#ficwoodelf #a mother's comfort #thor and loki's childhood #tumbler prompt fics #loki #frigga #marvel fic #lokijiro #things that i wrote instead of sleeping #or working on the WIPs in my drafts #whoops #and then spent an even longer time editing as usual #but my muse belongs to kid thor and loki right now #and i had to get it as perfect as possible #my search history looks like that of an expectant mother lol #i had thought sucking on an empty bottle would give a baby gas but apparently not

[woulddieforloki]

if one more person tells me Wanda has never faced consequences in the MCU I'm gonna do something illegal

#she literally has nothing left to lose #like a nice lil wanda maximoff life recap: #she lost her parents and her house and her childhood to a bomb as part of a war she had no part in (duh. because she was fucking TEN) #then she lost her brother and her entire fucking country. #then she lost a bunch of friends after Civil War and all she had was Vision #and then she had to KILL HIM???? HER LOVER???? THE ONLY PERSON SHE HAD LEFT????? #WHEN SHE GOT SNAPPED AWAY SHE LOOKED RELIEVED????? #and then she came back and half her friends were dead and the other half just ditched her #and then she created Westview and created and then lost that entire family #and then between WV and MoM she lost her sanity and her sense of self and theN HER LIFE #SHE'S DEAD #SHE FUCKING DIED #WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT #SHE DIED ALONE WITH NO FRIENDS OR FAMILY AS A DIRECT CONSEQUENCE OF HER ACTIONS #ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME #HER LIFE IS ARGUABLY THE MOST TRAGIC IN THE ENTIRE MCU #(except Nebula and Gamora they had it worse) #(you can kinda make a case for loki but he also had a thousand years of just being an unpopular rich kid and anything that happened between #thor 1 and the avengers is purely speculation so i wouldn't put him above wanda tbh) #like other people have had worse things happen but the entire last two-thirds of Wanda's life have been trauma after trauma #and you wanna say she didn't get the punishment she deserved? #i hate the marvel fandom -_- #this is not an argument btw i will ignore any comments/reblogs i don't like

[sweettee18]

Thor: The Dark World

Part 1.

Frigga is in trouble. And it is up to Valerie, Thor and Loki‘s childhood friend, to save her. Will she be able to make it in time to save the woman who she looked up to as a mother figure, or just to walk in and see her die?

Valerie was no ordinary person, she was an angel from Midgard. She’s known Thor and Loki since they were kids. And of course, Odin and Frigga treat her as if she were to be their own, along with Sif and the Warriors three, who not only saw her as an ally, but family. She was a very sweet and caring person with a kind and gentle spirit, and always there for those who are in need.

When they first saw her, they mistaken her to be a light elf from Alfheim, one of the nine realms in Yggradril, home of the Light Elves, because she was Albino. Of course, they didn’t know what that was, so she explained it to them. Finally, they understood that she was not an elf, because she didn’t have pointy ears, but she did show them her wings, which the group were very shocked to see with their very own eyes.

How she glowed under the sun with her angelic light, with her beautiful white hair blowing in the wind, and to hear the sound of her wings flapping. The Warriors Three were very captivated by her beauty and how she saw the way they looked at her, made their cheeks go red.

“Birdie got your tongues?” Sif asked as she watched the Warriors Three be mesmerized, but they snapped out of it when they heard her ask the question, which made them very embarrassed and both of the ladies laughed. 

On the day she she was visiting Asgard, they were attacked by Malekith and the dark elves. At this time, Valerie was with Sif. Immediately, she became worried about Thor’s girlfriend, Jane Foster, who had the Aether within her, which Malekith was after. She and Jane are very close friends as well when she first met her on earth to help Sif and the group, alongside Thor, to defeat the Destroyer, sent by Loki.

As this was going on, Valerie felt a panic build up within her core. “Frigga.” She thought to herself as she ran down the halls of where Frigga could be. As Valerie approached the door, that’s when she heard a sword fight going on in the room. She looked through the keyhole and saw that Frigga had the upper hand until Algrim, Malekith’s friend, grabbed her from behind. She watched as Malekith walked toward Jane, and reached out to touch her, then she disappeared in thin air, realizing that it was an illusion. One of Frigga’s tricks.

“Witch!” Malekith yelled out to her, as she smiled at him that he felt for it. He walked toward her and asked her, “Where is the Aether?” “I will never tell you” she replied “I believe you.” he said, as he signaled Algrim to stab her in the back. But, as he was about to do so, Valerie ran in and leaped in midair just in time to sucker punch Algrim, with a small burst of electric energy, screaming, “Get away from her!”

Algrim was knocked clean into the air and onto the ground, separating him from Frigga. Valerie ran over and helped Frigga. As Algrim was getting up, a little wobbly and trying to process on what just happened, Malekith was amazed to see how strong Valerie was. Now, he must admit, he did mistaken her as well to be a light elf from Alfheim, but he noted that she did not have the pointy ears and that she couldn’t be a Midgardian for what he had just witnessed. Even though, he saw her to be very beautiful, but deadly. 

As he walked toward her and Frigga, Valerie raised her hand up toward him with white electricity that was flowing from her hand. “Take one step closer, and I’ll make you and your friend ride the lightning.” She warned as her eyes glowed a pinkish white color. Malekith stopped where he stood, realizing by now she couldn’t be a Midgardian or a light elf, and before he could say anything, Thor ran in just in time to see both Valerie and Malekith have a little stand off.

As Valerie was distracted, Algrim took this opportunity to throw a small bag of black powder in Valerie’s face, knocking her out. And that was when Thor used his lightning from his hammer, Mjolnir, to strike Malekith’s in the face, scorching it. Algrim picked up both his friend and Valerie’s unconscious body and made his way to the balcony. Thor tried to stop him from taking Valerie away with his hammer, but accidentally knocked all three of them off the ledge of the balcony, only to be caught by the small shuttle, which took them back to the Ark.

Thor summoned his Hammer back, as he saw the Ark leaving the area. Thor shook his head in disappointment and turned back to see Jane come out of hiding place and Odin walking in. Frigga ran to her husband with tears in her eyes. “They took her, Odin. They took Valerie.” She said through her sobs. Thor walked over to his mother and said to her with his hands on her shoulders, “Don’t worry, mother, we’ll get her back.” Odin looked at Thor and said, “Why would they take her?“ Thor looked at his father and replied, “I don’t know, but I do believe he plans on doing something very sinister. Probably use her to trade for what he had lost.”

Jane walked in Odin’s sight. “Well, I know that’s not going to happen. Even though we were to give him the Aether, he will still kill her.” All three begin to look at each other, they looked back at Jane. “Father, Valerie and I, along with Loki have been friends since we were children. I promised her that I will protect her,, as if she would be my little sister and it seems that I have failed her.”

Jane grabbed Thor’s hand and said, with a hint of assurance, “You did not fail her, she did what she believed was right. And that was protecting the person who she looked up to and to make sure that you and your family were safe.”

Frigga walked over to Thor, and said to him, “We will find a way to get her back, don’t lose hope.”

To be continued…..

#thor the dark world #Malekith x reader #Angel x dark elf #frigga #thor odinson #jane foster #childhood friends #angel #fanfic #odin borson #Loki

[theredheaded-stuff]

Thor and Loki as kids plus big sis Hela

Thor finds a kitten on Loki's room, he cuddles the cute creature until he panicked, "Loki was learning shape shifting doesn't he?" Was all he could think

He thought Loki got stuck on cat form since it got hours late and he didn't changed back yet, he runs to Hela Crying.

She can't believe this is Odin's heir, this small golden child is so dumb sometimes, she just stares at him and the Midgardian fluffy being

Until Thor goes to Odin, who calls Frigga, apparently Loki was training with her, the youngest panics at the sign of the kitten, he had hidden it so well! How could Thor find it?

Odin orders to send the kitten backs to Midgard at the end of the day, both boys cry, and Loki swears in his mind "when i be a grow up i gonna have a cat and dad won't say a thing"

Just happened that now actual Loki has army of black kittens

#Marvel #au marvel #marvel au #thor marvel #loki odinson #loki fluff #kid loki #kid thor #teenager hela #hela marvel #big sis hela #big sis hela au #fluff #childhood #odin #Odin marvel

[star-child-wonders]

Thor: dad am I ugly?

Odin: nonsense! I'm looking at you right now you're the most handsome man I've ever seen!

Loki: baba am I ugly?

Odin: very much.

#Can't tell me it's not true #Loki #Thor #Odin #loki laufeyson #thor odinson #odin's a+ parenting #that was basically their childhood #you can't tell me otherwise

[loopsisloops]

I have an idea for what could possibly be a long fic if anyone is interested in taking up the idea lmk

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x y/n #Asgard #loki & thor #queen frigga #Odin #angst #slow burn #childhood friends to lovers #set in Asgard #tdw rewrite basically #Frigga lives bc I love her

[lokijiro]

Loki : Father left the palace to go spend the day drilling the City Watch. He took only Thor with him. :(

Frigga : Well, you get to spend the day with Mama.

Loki : :)

#loki #frigga #odin #thor #thor and loki’s childhood

[tired-truffle]

You Are My Synn

A LokixOC Fic

Word Count: 4.8k

Part 2/20

Masterlist

Synn could barely contain her energy. She was wiggling around in her chair, despite having been reminded many times to sit still. They were learning mathematics, something she had absolutely no interest in. The boredom made her feel antsy and anxious. She felt that if she had to sit there and listen to Uncle Birger drone on about numbers and equations for one more minute, she was going to tear her hair out or bang her head against the table. Maybe even both. 

Uncle Birger sighed, he knew Synn wasn’t doing it on purpose, but he wished she would listen. He was pretty sure that she hadn't retained a single thing he had said all day. He could see the dazed look in her eyes that meant she was off in her own little world, daydreaming again, only to come back to the present when he got her attention and immediately become restless. No matter how hard he tried, he was never able to get her to focus. He knew she had trouble with reading, the way she described it, like letters came alive and danced around the page, teasing her as she tried to make sense of it, he couldn’t blame her for getting frustrated. 

“Okay,” Uncle Birger finally relented to Synn’s relentless energy, “that will be all for today, you are both free to go.”

“Thank you, Uncle Birger!” Synn exclaimed, hopping up from her chair. 

“Can I go play with Frida?” Asta asked her father as Synn bolted for her room. 

“Of course, you can.” He told his daughter.

“And be safe, Synn! Make sure you’re home before dark!” He called as he watched his niece scurry away with her box of gardening tools. Synn didn’t look back as she ran out of the door, shouting an unintelligible acknowledgment as she did. He pinched the bridge of his nose, that child would be the death of him yet. 

Synn ran as fast as her legs could carry her. They lived close to the edge of the city, near the large forest that ran around the main town. She followed her usual path until she got to the marker, a cut-down tree stump with an ‘S’ she had carved into it. From there, she ran through the trees until she could not run any longer. It was only about ten minutes from her house, however, her father’s box of gardening tools was quite heavy. 

She could have made a garden for herself in the patch behind the bakery that her father had used, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask her aunt to give up tending to the one personal thing her father had left for his sister. She was more than okay with using her father’s gardening book to forge her own path. She only knew her father through the stories her aunt told her. While it saddened her to have had to grow up without her parents, she loved her Aunt Astrid and Uncle Birger just as much as she did them.

When she made it to the small clearing, she caught her breath and knelt down beside her small garden. Once her breath had returned to a regular pace, she began examining her plants. She quickly lost herself in their care, making sure they were well watered and had enough nutrients. She had a variety of flowers in her garden and one small berry bush. It was all she had been able to scrounge together with the tips she received from customers at the bakery. All she had to do was act cute and innocent when giving them their baked goods and they would leave her something extra. Her aunt and uncle would laugh to themselves, amused at how easy it was for Synn to charm the customers, knowing that she was not as innocent as she acted. Not a diabolical scheme, but funny nonetheless. 

Her favourite flowers were ones she had received from her aunt and uncle for her last birthday. They were called Moonflowers and just like the name would suggest, would only bloom under the moonlight, specifically the full moon. She loved to come out during the full moon and sit in awe as the flowers would open up and shine in the dim light. The only problem was that she wasn’t allowed out at night on her own, her aunt and uncle had made it very clear it was dangerous for her to be alone at night. That would have been fine but they never seemed to want to come out on the night of the full moon. They gave excuses like they had to work early the next day or they weren’t feeling well, and Synn understood, but she never failed to be disappointed. She had only seen them bloom twice so far, the memory of their beautiful petals opening up and revealing their hidden beauty was a treasured memory. 

Synn had taken to singing to her plants. One of the customers had suggested it to her a few weeks ago. The woman told her that plants like to hear not only her speaking voice but her singing voice as well. Synn had marvelled at the idea that her plants could listen and had taken to talking and singing to her plants, hoping it would help them grow up big and strong. She would often pretend she was talking to her parents or imagine them singing a lullaby to her as she was to the plants. She was no fantastic singer, but she could carry a tune with some accuracy. She would definitely never sing in front of people, but in the forest on her own, surrounded by the calming presence of her garden, she felt comfortable being herself. 

While Synn was in the process of kneeling in front of and singing a lullaby to her berry bush, a strange shadow fell over the garden. She stopped singing and blinked, not recognizing the odd cylindrical shape. The sound of someone clearing their throat got her attention. She jumped, having been startled by the sudden sound, falling over and gracelessly hitting her butt off the ground. 

Synn looked up at the intruder. She had been so entranced with her garden that she didn’t hear them come close. The person who had so rudely interrupted her was a boy around her age. He had jet black hair that was slicked back tightly against his head, stopping just below his ears. His eyes were a light but piercing green and his gaze just as intense. He had on green, gold, and black robes that complimented his features. He held himself with an air of sophistication, holding his head high and his shoulders perfectly straight.  He was only a few feet from her and was looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to speak first. When Synn did nothing but stare up at him he rolled his eyes. 

“Can’t you speak, village girl?” He asked, judgment clear in his voice. 

“You clearly just heard me singing, why wouldn’t I be able to speak.” Synn retorted, sitting back on her calves. He had been the one to interrupt her, why was he the one acting as if she was the one in the wrong? She’d been using this space to garden for a few years and no one had bothered her here before, how and why had the boy come here?

“What are you doing?” The boy asked. 

“I don’t think I’ll tell you,”  Synn crossed her arms and looked away from the boy, nose lifted high in the air, “If you are going to be rude then you can leave.” 

Synn pointed back behind the boy, assuming that was the way he had come from. There was silence for a moment, the boy standing beside her, looking at her incredulously. He had never had someone, other than his parents and brother, be so abrupt with him before, let alone someone not answer his question. Who was this girl and why did she think she could treat him like any other commoner? Did she not know who he was? How much trouble she could be in for addressing him in such a course manner?

It occurred to him that he was rather far from the palace, there was a chance that the children here wouldn’t recognize him. It wasn’t every day that he was treated as though he wasn’t a prince. Briefly reflecting on his interactions with other children in the palace, he realized that this girl’s obliviousness to who he was had presented an opportunity. While he did enjoy having superiority over his peers, he did find himself longing for someone to be unafraid of him and the power he held. Getting his way was lovely, but he felt unstimulated in those interactions, with no one to use his intellect against. Finally, he had someone challenge him and backing down wasn’t in his nature.

“I’m Loki,” He said with a small bow. “I apologize for my impertinence before, I will not do it again.” The boy, Loki, held out his hand. Synn looked at him with a side-eyed glance and huffed lightly when she realized he wasn’t going to leave her alone. 

“I’m Synn.” She reached out to shake his hand. Loki grimaced as he realized that her dirt-covered hand had now infected his and subtly wiped it away when she let go. Before he could rethink his decision to pretend he was a regular child, Loki sat down beside Synn, earning him a raised eyebrow, however, she said nothing and went back to her gardening work. Her berry bush required some trimming. 

“What flower is this?” He asked, pointing to the flower in front of him. 

“A moonflower.” Synn didn’t so much as a glance in his direction. Loki reached out to touch the flower bud, tapping it on top. It wasn’t opened like the rest of the flowers, Loki figured it was probably defective. 

“It doesn’t seem like a particularly interesting flower, it’s only a closed bud.” Loki mused. Synn hummed in response, not really listening to him. She had no idea why this odd boy was still in her garden. Loki reached down, and before Synn could realize what he was doing, he picked one of the moonflowers, tearing it from the stem. 

“What are you doing!” Synn demanded, jumping to her feet, fists balled tightly at her sides. Those were her special flowers, who did this boy think he was? You can’t just pick flowers out of someone else’s garden. Loki’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, his mouth opening slightly in shock. He hadn’t expected her to react so strongly, it was just a flower after all. 

“It’s not blooming like the rest of the garden, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Loki was sincere, he hadn’t meant any harm by it. He had only been trying to find a way to make Synn pay attention to him, “I thought I could fix it.”

Synn deflated slightly, still feeling frustrated, but she could see the genuine look on his face. Had Loki never learned anything about plants? If he had he would know that picking it would do the opposite of fixing it. 

“It’s a moonflower, it only blossoms under a full moon, that’s why the petals aren’t open. They’re my favourite flower and I work very hard to keep them happy.” Synn tried her best to keep the irritation from slipping into her voice but found herself failing, “Besides, how would picking it help fix it? You’ve just killed it.” 

“I can fix it,” Loki said, matter-of-factly, “Watch.” 

Synn put her hands on her hips, highly doubting he’d be able to do anything to revive the plant, but humoured him nonetheless. Loki held the flower out with one hand, the severed stems lining up, and waved his other hand over the top of the bud. A green shimmer shone in the air as he did so, and to Synn’s surprise, the stem fused back together again. Synn stood there, slack-jawed and in awe, she had never seen anything like that before. She knelt back down beside the flower and gingerly touched the stem where it had been broken. It felt whole again. Synn glanced back at Loki who had an expectant look on his face. 

“How did you do that?” Synn asked. 

“Magic.” Loki was smug, he couldn’t help himself when others were intrigued by his skill.

 “I’ve never seen magic before, can you do any other tricks?” Synn asked. She was so excited by the sudden use of magic, that she had forgotten all about her irritation towards him. She had forgiven him without thought. Not only had he fixed his mistake, but done so in a way that intrigued her more than she would like to admit. The forgiving nature of ten-year-olds had its perks. 

“Only if you ask nicely,” Loki smirked.

Synn gave him an unimpressed look, “Pretty please.”

“We’ll have to work on the enthusiasm,” He mused, “But it is acceptable for now.” He had decided that since it was Synn’s first experience with magic he would take it easy, he was enjoying the rapt attention she had just started giving him and didn’t want to scare her away. 

Watching Loki show her magic trick after magic trick had Synn squealing with delight and excitedly asking him every question she could think of. Time seemed to fly by, her garden neglected for the time being, this was much more important. 

As the hours wore on, Loki showed her one of his favourite tricks: fireworks popping out of his palm. Synn watched with rapt attention, the colours reflecting in her wide eyes. 

“Who taught you that?” Synn asked.

“My mother, she’s taught me most of what I know.”

“She must be pretty amazing.” Synn smiled, tearing her eyes away from the fireworks to smile at him. 

“She is,” Loki boasted, “what about your mom, is she the one who taught you to garden?”

“It was my dad’s interest in gardening that got me into it,” Synn responded, the smile sliding off her face, “though he didn’t teach any of it to me, I read it in his old books. My parents fought in Odin’s Army and they died when I was a baby. I live with my aunt and uncle who own the family bakery now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.” Loki closed his hand, the fireworks disappearing. 

“Don’t apologize, it’s not like you killed them.” Synn shrugged, people apologized to her whenever they heard about her parents. She didn’t understand it, she didn’t want their pity, it was just a fact of her life, “The Frost Giants are the ones that killed them. I don’t remember them anyways and I love my aunt and uncle, plus I get to live with my cousin Asta and she’s pretty great.” Synn explained, quickly burying the stinging feeling in her chest. She was used to the feeling, she missed them every day, while it pained her, she continued to carry it, surrounding those negative feelings with the love she had for her aunt, uncle, and cousin. She didn’t want anyone to feel burdened by her emotions, they had enough of their own to deal with, and she didn’t want people to think she was complaining about her life. 

Loki nodded in understanding. He had heard stories from his father about the war with the Frost Giants, it had taken many lives. 

The sun had begun to set. Synn sighed, knowing her aunt and uncle would want her home soon. 

“You can’t stay out past dusk?” Loki asked when she informed him of the house rule.

“I’m not supposed to be out here alone at night.” Synn shrugged, she didn’t like breaking rules. She had lost track of time before and the disappointed look on her aunt and uncle’s face was all that was needed to make sure she never did it again. 

Loki didn’t want their time together to end. He had enjoyed Synn’s company. The awed attentiveness she paid him was gratifying and he had found her honest and bubbly personality strangely charming. She was oblivious but smart and kind in her own way. She was different from those at the castle who tended to shy away from him. She was not afraid to get close to him or ask him question after question, even if he found that part a bit annoying, the pure curiosity in her eyes was endearing enough to make up for it. The way her nose would scrunch when she giggled at her own jokes or when she treated him like just another kid without fear of repercussions… Well, he wasn’t quite sure how it made him feel, but he knew he didn’t want that feeling to end. 

“Can I meet you here again?” Loki asked, “There is a full moon this weekend, perhaps you could show me the Moonflower?”

“Yes!” Synn exclaimed, “I would like that.” 

She felt excitement build in her chest as she thought of being able to show someone knew her favourite flower, only to have her bubble burst when she remembered her aunt and uncle’s rule.

“But I’m not supposed to be out at night on my own.” Synn hung her head in disappointment. Loki considered this for a moment, coming up with the perfect scheme. Schemes were his specialty after all.

“Well you won’t be alone, will you? I’d be here.” He pointed out.

“That could work” Synn smiled shyly at him. Loki was right, her aunt and uncle had not specified that she had to be with them, simply that she was not supposed to go alone. She would not technically be breaking any rules and her conscience would be clear. 

“I will see you here at sunset?” Loki asked. 

“Yes,” Synn confirmed, “I will see you then.” 

The two children parted ways with a wave, excited at the prospect of spending more time together, though Synn would be lying if she said she was not more excited to see the Moonflowers again. She had enjoyed spending time with Loki, he was a little strange at first but it seemed to her that he hadn’t had much of a chance to be a real kid. She had been taught by her aunt and uncle that children from rich families were often expected to be proper and poised at all times, showing off the best of their family. It left little time to play and enjoy things that Synn took for granted, like playing tag through the Bakery with Asta. From his fancy clothing and access to magic lessons, she assumed he must come from a wealthy home. She was more than happy to teach him how to enjoy his childhood in exchange for showing her magic tricks and allowing her the chance to see her moonflowers bloom.

 Synn ran back home with her gardening toolbox, falling asleep that night as soon as her head hit the pillow, the excitement of the day had exhausted her. 

The day that she was set to meet Loki again went at a horribly sluggish pace. To fill the time Synn and Asta played around the backyard and took breaks to head into the store and talk with their favourite customers. It had been relaxing, yet Synn was still buzzing with excitement. Her family gave her some curious glances but said nothing. Synn’s tendency to have random bursts of energy made her family quite used to her behaviour. 

The girls were tucked into bed as the sun started to set, Astrid and Birger giving them both a kiss on the head before bidding them goodnight. Synn waited, listening closely as her cousin’s breaths became quieter and farther apart. Once her aunt and uncle’s door closed, the sun had completely set.

Synn hopped out of bed, hastily threw her clothes back on, and tip-toes as quiet as a mouse out of the house. While she knew she was technically not breaking the rules, she was pretty sure her aunt and uncle would change them if she was caught, and she was too focused on seeing her moonflowers again to care. 

By the time Synn arrived at the garden, panting from her sprint, Loki was already waiting for her. 

“What took you so long?” He asked, hands on his hips. “I could have been eaten by a wild beast and no one would ever know how valiantly I fought.” He mimed sword fighting with the poise of someone who had more theatre teachings than real-life fighting practice. Yes, he was a spoiled rich kid. Synn would have to take it upon herself to teach him how to relax a little. Still, she let out a breathless laugh at his antics.

“Sneaking out wasn’t easy, you know,” Synn wheezed and bent over to put her hands on her knees. “I got here as quick as I could. The Moonflowers don’t bloom until the full moon hits them anyway so we have some time.”

The two children sat down in front of the Moonflowers, waiting patiently as the moon rose in the sky, slowly casting its soft glow over the garden. Synn nudged Loki to make sure he was paying attention when the flowers started to bloom. Loki looked over at Synn, the anticipation palpable on her face. Her light blonde curls shone in the glow of the moonlight, lighting it up in an almost ethereal way. Her skin looked soft and her eyes a dark grey. Loki watched her for a moment, unable to look away.

“Don’t look at me!” Synn exclaimed, having looked over at him to make sure he was paying attention. She grabbed Loki’s chin and pointed his face at the garden. “Look at the flowers.”

Synn pointed to the flowers as the small pale buds opened up to show off their startlingly white, soft petals that were spotted with blue swirls. The center was a honey yellow, and the moonlight made it look like there were sparkles all throughout it.

“Beautiful,” Loki murmured, looking back at Synn. Her smile was blinding, and Loki found himself unable to think of much else.

“I love how they don’t open up until the light hits them perfectly. It’s like they are holding themselves back so that they can startle you with how beautiful they are all at once,” Synn gushed, still staring at the garden. Loki shook his head lightly, knocking himself out of the thoughts that had enveloped his mind.

“Yes, the flowers, very nice,” Loki said, blushing slightly as his heart hammered in his chest. Synn, being as oblivious as she was, had not noticed. 

She flopped back onto the ground, looking up at the night sky. She sighed deeply and patted the ground next to her, signalling for Loki to lie down as well. Loki did as asked and quickly found a way to distract himself from his earlier feelings. 

“What do you know of the constellations?” Loki asked her.

“Not much,” Synn waved her hand in disinterest, Birger had droned on about the stars, but Synn hadn’t been paying much attention, “Uncle Birger has tried to teach us about them many times, but remembering their positions is so boring.”

Loki chuckled, Synn cutting him off as she continued her train of thought. 

“I can’t stand being bored, I’d much rather be out here, or even baking in the store, at least I get to do stuff. Learning about the names and positions of the constellations and the galaxies they contain has never had much of a pull for me.” 

“My mom taught me stories to help me remember them, perhaps that would be of interest to you?” Loki offered, chuckling at Synn’s exasperation for learning.

“I love stories!” Synn gasped, looking at Loki, her hands pressed together, giving him her best pouty lip and innocent eyes. “Please, please tell them to me.”

“You know I did offer to tell you the stories, you don’t have to beg.” Loki drawled, a grin plastered on his face.

Loki spent the next hour telling Synn about the constellations. Synn oohing and aahing at the right moments to encourage Loki to continue. When Loki came to the end of his stories, the two sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the beautiful, clear, starry sky, and the still blooming flowers at their feet. After a moment Synn spoke up.

“Thank you for telling me those stories, I really enjoyed them.” Synn suddenly felt nervous. While their relationship had gotten off to a rocky start, Synn had found that she enjoyed Loki’s company. Once she had gotten past his rough exterior, he was rather fun to have around.

“Anytime, Synn,” Loki said. She looked over at the boy beside her. His hair and clothes had been slightly ruffled from laying on the ground for so long. She found herself liking that she got to see him like this, he was so put together when they had first met, it was nice to see the kid behind the fancy robes.

“Doyouwanttobemyfriend?” Synn rushed out. She’d never asked someone to be her friend before, there weren’t many other kids her age around, and the ones that were were not ones that she enjoyed hanging out with, outside of a couple of games here and there. Asta was her friend, but that felt different, she was also her family. 

“What?” Loki looked over at her, furrowing his brow. Synn took a deep breath and tried again.

“Do you want to be my friend?” Synn asked, a hopeful look in her eyes. 

“I don’t have any friends.” Loki deadpanned. For a moment Synn’s heart dropped in her chest, she had thought that a rejection of friendship was possible but she had truly believed that Loki had at least moderately enjoyed her company. Loki, seeing the heartbroken look on her face, quickly realized what he had accidentally implied. He propped himself up on his elbow, turning to look down at her, one hand waving off what looked to be tears welling in her eyes. 

“I meant that I don’t have any friends, but I would like one. I would like to be your friend, Synn.” Loki grinned apologetically. He could punch himself he felt so dumb, what happened to his silver tongue? All the charm he had with everyone else dropped away as soon as he was with Synn. He had only known her for a couple of days and already she had taken hold of him and clouded his thoughts with unfamiliar feelings.

“Oh,” Synn said. They both lay there awkwardly for a moment before Synn smiled wide.

“Well I’m glad you accept, you won’t be getting rid of me now. No takesies backsies.” Synn pushed Loki playfully, making him work hard to keep his balance.

“Whatever will I do now that I am in this lifelong binding contract?” Loki rolled his eyes, a smile on his face.

“Deal with it.” Synn stood up, offering Loki her hand. Loki took it and Synn pulled him up before releasing him. 

“I’ll see you next week?” Synn asked. 

“Do I have a choice?” Loki teased. Synn laughed and shook her head. No, he did not.

Loki started to turn away, heading back home, before Synn impulsively rushed in and wrapped her arms around his middle in the most surprising hug he’d ever received. Synn was known for her tight hugs and Loki coughed as the air was squeezed out of him. It was too quick for Loki to react and before he could move or say anything, Synn was running off, but not before shouting back at him.

“Thank you for being my friend!”

Synn didn’t look back, running until she reached the path and then walked the rest of the way home. If she had she would have seen Loki, standing in the opening, with a wide smile covering his face. She was awkward but sweet and Loki had to admit that she had a certain charm to her. She was easy to get along with and Loki found he couldn’t imagine not wanting to be around her, her simple joy giving him a view of life he hadn’t known he needed. 

When Synn arrived home, she opened the door as quietly as possible, tip-toeing across the creaky wooden floor. She was almost in her bedroom, thinking she had made it undetected when a light flicked on in the kitchen. The light lit up the room, illuminating the figure of her aunt sitting at the kitchen table, her face set in disappointment. 

“And where have you been?” Astrid asked, her voice implying that she was well aware of where Synn was. Synn, knowing she wasn’t going to get out of this, gave her aunt her best innocent smile, looking coyly up at her through long, dark lashes.

“Sleepwalking?”

A/N: Synn has ADHD and Dyslexia, thank you for coming to my TedTalk

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#loki x original character #loki x original female character #loki x oc #loki fanfic #friends to lovers #childhood #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #thor is a good bro #thor 1 #marvel mcu

[tyrannuspitch]

thinking about the very deliberate way loki varies the pitch of his voice in t1... the way he uses a higher voice (which could variously be described as feminine or childish or both) both to make the w4 think he's evil/treacherous/sinister and try to use that against them, AND to make thor think he's weak and helpless and try to use THAT against him... and neither work out in his favour.

like on one level it's so prophetic. so Destiny. becoming what he pretends to be.

the sinister image loki projects to sif and the warriors three seems to make them think he's been trying to kill off his family one by one to gain the throne, and their suspicions are what creates the circumstances that lead to loki actually trying to kill thor.

and the helpless image loki projects to thor is one of himself falling off the bridge, reaching for thor's hand, but slipping away. and then minutes later he DOES fall from the bridge. and although he is reaching upwards toward thor, he doesn't let him catch him.

and then beyond all this... there's the overall idea that being clever with your voice is suspect and shameful in general.

there's the title "silvertongue", which we see used only in mockery and which could very easily be backhanded at the best of times. (even the fact that it's silver makes it second-best to gold.)

and then there's how odin accuses loki of "twisting [his] words", as if it's a habitual thing, a known flaw in loki, when all loki is even actually doing is questioning him. loki is upset and seeking reassurance, but because he thinks and expresses himself in the "wrong" way (a way which is harder to control), he's met with suspicion and criticism instead.

and then there's this particular voice. the voice itself is seen as shameful. but the way he uses it, deliberately and cleverly to try and turn people's prejudice back on them, is even more so.

if he used that voice genuinely, without self-awareness and/or without the ability to turn it off, then he might be accepted as naturally lowly, but basically harmless. he would be patronised and disrespected but not quite so overtly othered. but instead he becomes a villain and an enemy, and violence always follows.

#space viking tag #meta #s: t1 #ch: loki #th: gender + sexuality #th: childhood + immortality #th: fate + hierarchy #th: ergi #yeah okay the w3 don't directly attack him. he attacks them. but they are attempting a coup yknow? #and it's pretty likely thor and loki would've fought when thor came back to asgard regardless of the destroyer fight #highlights

[lamiaviridis]

#. ˚ ◞ ♡ LOKI ／ We are far too alike; oddly that makes me want it all the more. #. ˚ ◞ ♡ ENCHANTRICKS ／ If you hold me without hurting me you'd be the first who ever did. #. ˚ ◞ ♡ LORELEI ／ I found you with love. #. ˚ ◞ ♡ ALVI ／ Having you as a mother is like having none at all. #. ˚ ◞ ♡ IRIC ／ My mother hated her childhood so much she molded the perfect family in an attempt to get things right and she failed. #. ˚ ◞ ♡ SYLENE ／ My mother gave birth to her pain instead of a child. #. ˚ ◞ ♡ THOR ／ A ballet of seduction and denial with no conclusion.

[woodelf68]

Safe In Their Father's Arms

Based on a post by @lokijiro and @haeva , about Young Loki falling asleep on the couch (or pretending to be asleep) and Odin carrying him to bed. Part of my Tumblr Prompt Fics series.

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Loki watched the flames dance in the nursery hearth through half-lidded eyes, the applewood logs scenting the room pleasantly. He stretched out his legs and nudged Thor's feet with his own; Thor, his head at the other end of the couch they were sharing, nudged him back. They were both already bathed and dressed for bed; Loki blinked heavily, finding it increasingly hard to keep his eyes open, soothed by the crackle of the fire and the comforting murmur of his parents quietly talking on the other couch and knowing that he had absolutely nothing that he needed to do for the rest of the night. His eyes shut as he slid into that pleasant place between waking and sleeping, aware of how comfortable he was and still able to hear his parents' voices, but their words lost meaning, washing over and around him and reminding him that they were nearby and Thor's feet were tangled with his and it was warm and companionable and he was happy.

The only thing that would be better, he thought distantly, was if it were his mother's lap under his head instead of a pillow, and her fingers running through his hair, but that would mean that it was one of the nights when Father was too busy to come to the nursery at bedtime, and he and Thor and his mother would all sit on one sofa, and he would curl up small and lie down with his head on her lap to be petted, and he loved the way he never had to ask for what he wanted, she always knew, but even the pleasure of his mother's lap was not enough for him to wish away the pleasure of his father's presence, of being the focus of his attention as he told them stories after their bath, until he and Thor had slid down onto their sides to listen more comfortably, growing sleepy and not objecting when the last tale had been told, hoping if they were quiet that they would be allowed to stay where they were instead of being sent to bed.

Loki smiled to himself as he remembered how Thor had tried to get a tale of a battle, but Father had learned long ago that such tales riled Thor up too much at bedtime and were best saved for during the day...

"I think they're asleep," Frigga whispered a little while later, having been watching both boys for any sign of movement. She was leaning comfortably against Odin, her shoes discarded on the floor and her feet tucked up under her skirts on the couch.

Odin studied his sons' faces. Near enough asleep, at any rate, he thought. "Want me to put them down for the night?"

Frigga stretched and sat up. "Yes, please. As much as I would be happy to sit here another hour watching them sleep, I do have some things that I need to attend to before I seek my own bed tonight. "

"'m not asleep," Thor mumbled into the pillow without opening his eyes.

Odin smiled as he rose from the couch. "Oh, are you not? Then you'll be getting up and taking yourself to bed, yes?"

Thor made a noise of negation. "Comf'table," he explained.

"All right, Prince Lazybones," Odin said, amused, keeping his voice low, and braced himself as he bent to scoop Thor up into his arms, earning himself a squeak of surprise from Thor, his boy's eyes fluttering open before he settled again without complaint. Thor was getting heavy enough to make it an effort, but a warrior who could not carry a fallen, injured comrade to safety was not worth his salt in battle; damned if he was going to let the weight of a stripling lad trouble him overmuch.

Frigga smiled as Odin carried Thor into the boys'' shared bedroom and got up to look down upon Loki. He had not stirred, his lashes lying dark against his pale cheeks. But her mother's instinct told her he might not be quite as dead to the world as he looked. "Loki," she said softly, running a gentle finger down his cheek and brushing the corner of his mouth. It twitched slightly under her touch.

"if you're awake," she said, "do you want your father to carry you to bed or shall I?" There was a pause, and she was just about to bend to gather him up, when he answered in the same muzzy voice that Thor had, without opening his eyes.

"Father."

"Very well, I'll say good night to you here, then." There would be plenty of times, she knew, when he would lift his arms up to her asking to be carried; she did not mind him preferring his father when Odin was here, and in fact was always happy to watch the way the boys glowed when they had their father's attention. Not that her little firefly had any glow left in him tongiht, Frigga thought with amusement, bending and kissing Loki's temple, and smoothing back his night-dark hair. "Sleep well, and may your dreams be filled with all of the things that you like best." She straightened as Odin came back into the room. "I saved this one for you too," she said, smiling. "I hope you don't mind."

Odin gathered Loki to him, and one of Loki's hands half rose to curl lightly into the fabric of Odin's sleeve and he automatically turned his face to bury it against his father's neck with a faint sound of contentment as Odin settled him against his shoulder. He pressed a kiss into Loki's unruly curls. "Nay, never." He considered his next words. 

"To have the trust of a sleeping child, that they barely rouse when I pick them up, that they feel themselves to be safe in my arms? To carry them to bed is not a burden, 'tis an honour and a privilege and I shall cherish being able to do so until such time as they outgrow it. Besides," he added wryly. "They look so sweet when they're asleep." 

"They do, don't they?" Frigga agreed with a smile. "Perhaps it's nature's way of reminding a tired parent that all the work is worth it." 

"Mm. Do you remember when Loki was a baby, and how he could not settle back to sleep if he woke unhappy and one of us was not there with him?" Sometimes he had wondered what was even the point of having servants, but other times --

 Frigga gave a soft huff of laughter. "I do. Nanna was so apologetic every time she had to seek one of us out with Loki fussing in her arms. I think if she hadn't had Thor to look after as well, that she'd have been worried about losing her job."

Odin snorted back. "She got used to it, though. I have a distinct memory of her marching straight into my study one day, holding Loki out in a way that suggested she was prepared to just set him down on my desk and leave if I didn't take him from her. She informed me quite firmly that Loki wanted his father, and damned if he didn't stop whimpering almost as soon as I took him from her. I have to say I was always quite flattered when he did that." Other times, Odin thought, he had liked knowing that Loki preferred him to a servant, that he felt safe in his father's arms. Quite unconsciously, despite the fact that Loki had not been a babe for a very long time, he began to sway gently in place, that same rhythmic motion that all parents learned to keep a child calm and soothe them back to sleep when they needed a little help. 

"Never doubt that he still wants you," Frigga said softly. "Still needs you. He managed to mumble that he wanted you to carry him to bed instead of me while you were in the other room with Thor." 

Odin bent his head just enough to press his face against Loki's hair for a moment, feeling like he'd just been given some kind of award in parenting. There were times when he was stricter with the boys because had to be a king as well as a father, times when he could not be present for things that were important to them because he could not escape some duty. Times when he wondered if he was being a good enough father to them. But then there were times like these, when it all seemed easy, and everything was perfect, and yes == he looked down at the face of his sleeping child -- it was indeed all very much worth it. 

"Come on then, my little raven," he whispered. "Let's put you to bed."

#ficwoodelf #loki #odin #frigga #thor #tumblr prompt fics #thor and loki's childhood #marvel fic #haeva #lokijiro #things that i wrote when i should have been working on my wips #safe in their father's arms