Ahhh Could I Request #4 With Natsu From Fairy Tail ^-^ Maybe Stealing Something Small From Reader And

Ahhh could I request #4 with Natsu from Fairy Tail ^-^ maybe stealing something small from reader and teasing them holding it just out of their reach or something

Prompt 4: Person a steals person b stuff From 500+ followers event

"Natsu Dragneel!! If you don't give me my house key, I'll break you down into a fraction!" You yelled as you chase after Natsu.

Natsu just laughs and stick his tongue out at you. "Just try me y/n!" He yelled. Happy only watched the show with a fish in his mouth.

As you was about to grab his scarf to pull him down, he turned around, making you bump into his chest.

With a big grin on his face, he raised your key up high in the air. "You can only have it, if you can get it." He waved the key around.

"Natsu just give me the key!" You placed your hand on his shoulder and try jumping up to grabbed the key, but it was too high.

You was about to yell at Natsu again but an idea came into mind. You put your hands on his warm cheeks.

Natsu gave you a confused look until you brought his face down to your level and kiss him. This took him by surprise. You took this time to bring his arm down and take the key out of his hand.

You pulled away from the kiss and waved the key around. "Thank you for the key Natsu!" You smiled.

"Huh..?" Natsu is still proceeding of what just happened.

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Man of The Month Masterlist

Completed (Last updated: Jan. 2, 2023)

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Summary: Tony's been informed that he needs to come up with a charity fundraising effort that's accessible to more than just the rich and the famous, so he comes up with the idea of making a calendar of the men of the Avengers, and you're the photographer. He also may or may not have let slip to the guys that you have feelings for one of them, so now it's on them to see if you return their affections. Naturally, some hijinks are bound to happen. -Muddyorbsblr

Loki x Female Reader (eventually)

Rating/Tags: Mature/Explicit.

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SYNOPSIS: Bakugou decides to put his delusional secretary in their place.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

word count: 9.6k+

genre: fluff, SMUT, maybe a smidgen of angst

tags/warnings: 18+! minors dni! reader is not the secretary, basically this other lady is trying to seduce your man but katsuki isn’t falling for it! marking, exhibitionism, oral (f!receiving), riding, soft!bakugou but also mean!bakugou, humiliation (not really at reader), a couple spanks, office sex, praise, degradation, pet names (baby, princess, angel), crude language

author’s notes: this is very overdue, like incredibly overdue LOL i started this wip last year but could only continue writing during random bouts of inspiration. so i apologize if the smut is a little half-assed and if the characterization is questionable. but enjoy my late kinktober 2022 present to y’all 

The sound of Dynamight’s heavy boots hitting the floor resonate throughout the wide hallways of his agency, drowning out the heels clicking behind him. A woman quickens her pace in an attempt to catch up to the impatient blond hero, rushing into his peripheral vision.

“Sir? Oh Bakugou sir~” The dulcet chime calling him is sickly sweet, enough to make him grimace. “I need you to look over these reports before I file them away.” She whips out one of the thick packets of papers clutch to her chest, bringing his steps to a halt which makes the hero point a glare at her.

“How many times do I have to fucking tell you that you’re suppose to call me by my hero name.” Malice coats his words, dripping off his tongue as he swipes the reports from her fingers. The woman, to the hero’s annoyance, indulges in his feisty attitude.

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Doric the Druid Relationship Headcanons

Fandom: Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Doric is very ambitious, taking the initiative and not backing down even if you're not too sure about what you're getting into. Your life with her is definitely exciting.

Often aiding her to the best of your abilities in trying to stop the deforestation and Forge's tyranny, and trying to comfort her when it seems hopeless.

When she's asked to join a ragtag crew planning to take down Forge, she glances to you for input. You're a team and she wants your opinion and if you think this at all seems worth it.

But he's right, nothing you've done has worked so far.

Simon's a little (extra, extra) awkward about it all since it wasn't long ago he tried courting you both, only to realize you were already an item. Still crushing hard though. Tries to 'ease the tension'.

A playful lover, while she isn't touchy and cuddly a lot of the time, she's fun and teasing.

Will tap you shoulder and pretend she's completely innocent.

Dragging you out to bathe in a river by moonlight.

The first time she took you on an impromptu flight, shifting into a huge eagle and lifting you from the ground, you screamed and swore to fry her like a chicken. You swear you could hear your beloved bird laughing at you.

Sharing food and drink. Even if you have enough for separate meals, she'll order one drink to keep sharing from.

One of the fluffiest things about her is certainly her wildshape, and with Owlbear being one of her favorite forms, you often get to cuddle her as a hulking feathery beast.

Very good on chilly nights, pressed against her soft down stomach and hearing little trills as she sleeps, you wont feel the chill in the coldest of places.

Doric isn't the most "soft and cuddly" type of person, but you are clearly her soft spot.

She likes curling up with you by firelight and telling you stories the elves taught her, and sharing ones of her shenanigans when she was younger.

Very touchy, even if it's fleeting. Her hand will trail along you shoulders or down your arm, leaning her head on you, little touches and being close to you.

Sitting beside her is more with her thigh pressed to yours and one ankle hooked around yours under the table.

Though you both know the other is competent, never leaving each other in a dangerous situation, you'll face things together, even if it's not the quickest route.

The others get a little annoyed by this until they see how efficient a team you make, you've been side by side for so long.

Praising her for being badass because with a girlfriend so cool, you have to talk about it. Bonding with Simon over this.

She's very forward and likes to try flustering you. If you're the flirtatious type, this definitely turns into a competition.

Admiring Holga together. This is a pass time.

"Did you see her just..?"

"Yeah."

Debating on if you could convince her to crack open a watermelon.

suggestive. college au boyfriend!bakugou. installment II “poor timing”

He’s barely awake when he picks up his phone from where it’s charging near the bed, blearily sliding in one of his amplifiers as he presses it to the side of his head.

“Th’fuck are you callin’ me at 2am for?”

Kirishima pauses from his side of the line, curious male voices leaking into the speaker that irritate in their familiarity. “Are you just waking up?”

“What the fuck else would I be doing?”

“That’s what I’m wondering too.” He plops himself on the large bean bag sitting in the middle of his roommates floor, after knocking on his door for what felt like hours. Kaminari starfishes against his comforter, and he has to snap a few times to stop Sero from going through his friend’s stuff.

“Dude, where are you?” He asks. “Your truck’s not in the parking lot. Are you at a hotel?”

Bakugou stays silent for a long moment, fleeting as it is, it's a little disconcerting, and the chat runs empty as the sound of a running fan hisses through the static.

He sighs, brief movement stirs sleepily under his bicep and he figures it’s best to end this conversation as quickly as possible. “I’m with ____.”

“You’re-“ Kirishima stammers a little. “Can you say that again?”

“I’m at _____’s apartment.” Bakugou repeats himself - he’s obviously trying to be quiet.

“No fucking way! Dude?!” Kaminari chimes in from somewhere in the room, because of course he’s on speaker. “Like is she right next to you?”

“Can you be any fuckin’ louder?!” Bakugou whisper-yells.

“She totally is, isn’t she?” Sero chimes in. “Did you two fuck?”

Kirishima grimaces up at him from where he’s sitting. “Don’t be crude.” Though, he hesitates a moment before speaking a little closer to the speaker. “Wait, did you?”

Bakugou kisses his teeth. “What the hell was so fuckin’ important that you had to call me at two in the morning anyway?”

“Well, those of us who weren’t out getting some wanted to know if you wanted to play DnD. Since it’s the weekend and all.” Sero says.

“But I guess now you’re too good for the loser club, now that you’re some bigshot with a hot girlfriend.” Kaminari pouts.

Bakugou audibly scoffs. “I was never a part of the loser club to begin with.”

“Says the guy who’s gonna make us look for another DM in the middle of a campaign.” Kirishima retorts. “Seriously, you couldn’t have picked a better night to fuck ____? With you two gone Jirou’s gonna wanna take over your post - and she always gives us the worst scenarios.”

“They’re not that bad.” Bakugou jumps a little when the hand around his waist slithers to wipe at her sleepy eyes, cursing hushedly before the men hear him quietly apologize away from the speaker.

His three friends blush as a familiar voice leaks softly into the receiver.

“What’re you doing…?”

“…Nothin’, angel. Go back to sleep.”

The three squeal in unison.

Bakugou kisses his teeth again, whispering angrily into the speaker. “Shut the fuck up. And don’t call me this late, again!”

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l‘avenir le dira ⏳

⌜soft!Loki x f!reader⌝ ➢ 4k words

warnings: angst, forced abandonment, healing from heartbreak, despair, y/n is single mom, Odin's a prick

plot: being a mere kitchen maid with poor seidr your relationship with Loki was over as Odin made you leave the realm. On Midgard you raised your daughter together with the Avengers until, 6 years later, someone came to visit…

A/n; there will be a part two with an happy ending soon ;)

"A young prince needs to sow his wild oats, Frigga. That is most natural" Odin’s haughty voice boomed through the royal chambers, faces of the young maids scrunching in disgust.

"But have you seen the way he looks at her? I am aware that you consider her rank as lesser than required for marriage but Odin, I beg you. This is love" Frigga pleaded, her hands nervously tugging at the fabric of her yellow dress as she tried to obtain a better future for her son than marrying some noblewoman he would never smile at like he did with you.

"Love" the old man chuckled shaking his head in chiding disbelief. "Love is most foolish. His cock might be in love for now but once he is sated the girl will be left behind" he growled, plucking grapes and feasting on nuts as if this was just a joke of a conversation to the king.

"What if he will never be sated of her? What if this is what he wants?“

"Then she must leave. I can‘t have a girl with poor magic and of no royal blood poison my son’s mind with her damn cunt" Odin spat banging his fist on the mahagony table making the servants wince in freezing shock.

"I can‘t believe you just said that" Frigga panted dropping on a puffed chair with a delicate hand covering her agape mouth. Odin was cold hearted, egomaniacal nearly and there was nothing she could do against it. Loki was to obey his father, if it was to his liking or not.

-⏳⏳-

Shuddering from what you just heard, trembling hands crept along the stone walls, jellyfied knees threatening to give up under the suddenly massive weight of your heart. The future you regarded as unlikely, still possible and vivid in your fantasy was scattered on the merciless ground of reality like the ash of a loved person. Loki always promised you that he will make things work between you, a young kitchen maid, and him, the prince of Asgard. But promises are far from guarantees as you had painfully realized.

Loki had laid an eye on you since you were first selected for serving. Your friendly smile, the long Asgardian hair bound to beautiful braids and shallow hints of your gorgeous figure shining through the thin fabric of your servant’s dress. And the dessert you served was a dream, a heavenly bramble compote embedded in a sweet cream with hints of vanilla and citron topped with a platelet of white chocolate shaped like the Asgardian crest. The sweet symphony hat you brought you together after he found out you made them and began to request this exact dessert nearly everyday.

Stealthy smiles and secret flirtations had caught Frigga‘s attention and the master of seidr found out about your rare gift. Of course she had asked Loki to train you, officially as an act of gratitude towards your father who gave his life on the battlefield. The prince and you soon began to develop feelings, strong feelings which led to him claiming you during a lesson in his private library. You liaison was quick to be discovered yet Odin tolerated it as such.

But you wanted more, you loved Loki and he was yours only.

Breaking under the king‘s horrid words your thoughts wandered off to Loki and the heavy honor he had to hold as a prince. Your lover was stubborn, relentless when something was dear to him, for example you. He would fight his father, shattering the image of harmony within the royal family, risking banishment and all because of you. Your heart was sorrow but you simply coulnd‘t allow your feelings to destroy his whole life. Asgard was important to him and so was his rank what brought you to only one conclusion; you had to leave.

Hot tears dropped on the yellowish paper you were filling with black ink of grief. Every letter burnt your heart a bit more, nudging the hollow of your soul closer to the abyss of rapdily and thoroughly losing yourself. The fact that your actions, no matter how painful they were, ensured Loki‘s sane future was the only thing that you could comfort your broken heart. It was a question of morale and since a future with him was beyond reach you made a decision.

As Loki entered his chambers, a letter and a little bowl of his favorite dessert waited for him on the wooden nightstand. Brows were knitted in confusion as he opened the letter, instantly recognizing your pretty handwriting. The dark prince was content at first, his swollen heart expecting a little love letter like you had sent him countless times already. But as he began to read, Loki‘s jaw dropped, hot, burning tears emitted from reddened eyes.

You were gone. Forever.

Dropping on his knees, tears of pain stained the letter as the prince cried, his heart aching like never before. A strong flash of emerald seidr shifted everything around him, leaving the broken man alone in a mess of furniture he once loved to share with you. And all because of his egocentric, stoic idiot of a father who was incapable of allowing love to happen. He took everything from his son; your love.

Meanwhile you tried to build a life on Midgard, a realm in which Loki would never find you, settling with a group of supernatural people called The Avengers. They welcomed you with open arms, amazed by the seidr you possessed. Your new family was loving, funny and caring but still you never forgot the man who was your first and only love. Your heart ceaselessly craved him.

Especially when you found out you were pregnant, your new world staggering on the verge of breaking apart again. But the part of him you were carrying gave you strength and nourished the will to withstand every adverse condition and heartache. The pregancy was intense, a Jotun god‘s child draining every bit of energy your body had to offer. But in the end, it was worth it. Doctor Banner was no physician yet he assisted you giving birth to a beautiful girl; Asgardian alabaster skin, your eye color and a little mess of Loki‘s raven curls on her tiny head.

Talvi Lokidottir.

You‘ve told your friends about your daughter‘s origins, your story. However, she only knew that you had to leave your dad because his father didn‘t like you. No name or details but what she knew was sufficient to the little girl. She didn‘t need to know a name or any details. Talvi was happy with the huge family she was born into; Nat was the cool aunt, Peter her favorite babysitter, Tony the man who always elicited that cute giggle and Wanda and Vision her bulletproof protectors. Only to name a few of the team.

Talvi was talented, definitely inherited the strong seidr Loki‘s big hands whose touch you missed so desperately, possessed. A small pocket dimension was already a part of her skillset, energy impulses and manipulation of objects were slowly adding. You taught her everything you knew yet her Jotun genes were strong, not projecting an altered appearance but cryokinesis was dangerous enoug. As if you did not already miss Loki enough, those days she was struggling with her powers made you mourn his presence even more.

As Thor came down to earth to fight the maniac Ultron he saw you and, of course, recognized you. Talvi was a wonderful surprise to him making the tall god of thunder sob with utmost joy. He was a ray of hope to see Loki again now that you knew they were allowed to travel to Misgard but Thor‘s words burnt every piece of esperance in your heart.

"He tried to oust father from the throne for making you leave. I would love to bring him here but he got sentenced to lifelong imprisonment" his familiar voice had whispered as Talvi was asleep on her uncle‘s arms. You desperately tried to keep your posture but as soon as the doors of your apartment were shut you broke into tears, crying into the soft plush of your pillow. Your lungs were burning from the lack of oxygen, your heart yearning for your lover‘s arms.

But you had to work. You were a mother and the girl sleeping next to you was innocent, not deserving to lack love only because your heart was shattered into a million pieces. And with time and Thor left you got yourself together again, starting to enjoy life as far as possible while your body longed the handsome prince‘s touch, him being buried deep inside you as his intoxicating kisses captured your wet lips. But there was also anger. Simmering anger with his temper and the fact that his misguided actions brought him imprisonment, burying the chance of a unison 6 feet under. But maybe it was just a weird way to cope with everything, you thought when you talked to Nat about your feelings when Peter watched Talvi.

"You should go on vacation with her" Nat said handing you a glass of sweet grape juice since you didn’t drink.

"Really? But I can‘t stay away. What if you need me?" you stammered coyly, secretly fearing to be alone with your daughter. You had never been alone with her and if you would, maybe it wouldn’t end well.

"Puh-lease! Mommy needs some time to relax and we‘ll make it happen. I‘ll talk to Tony if you want" she smiled caressing your thigh with deadly assassin fingers. She has always been there for you like the man who was taken from you.

Slowly you nodded, wordlessly agreeing to her plead. Maybe it would be fun. Talvi was only six, however she was totally engaged with the sea and marine life so you decided to ask for a stay on an island where you could show her the wonders of underwater world. Selflessness was a trait you developed ever since you first laid eyes on the girl who tied you with the love of your life. A remnant of a past which began to feel like a feverish dream the more days went by.

-⏳⏳-

"Mommyyyy, uncle Thor is back in the compound" Talvi squeaked as you were taking a shower to wash the salty water out of your hair.

It was your last day in Mauritius after you‘ve spent incredible three months exploring the sea and several neighboring islands. The black widow was right. It was a balming experience, carrying your thoughts to happy places instead of reminiscing a time that would never come back. Seeing Talvi‘s y/e/c eyes sparkling with pure joy was a delight, glueing the broken pieces of your heart with sweet, sticky honey.

"Oh, really? Since when?" you yelled from the bathroom, wrapping a towel around your soaking hair and sliding into a forest green bathrobe. The color was a huge part of your life, most of Talvi‘s clothes and your everyday items dominated by Loki‘s touch.

You hadn‘t checked your phone since you left bit now that you were supposed to be picked up tomorrow you just needed to see if everything was settled and alright. Talvi was very intelligent, another trait she inherited from her dad whereas you were sharp-witted as well. She has been able to read for almost three years now, calculating and learning about interesting topics as well. It was easy for her to read your messages.

"He came two months ago with someone else" Jane you instantly presumed. If Thor was on Midgard, he nearly spent every free second with the talented astrophysicist. You met her once before and she was super kind making you keen on seeing the brunette again.

"It's probably Jane. Thor‘s girlfriend" you explained, lazily storing your clothes in one of the suitcases.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Why don‘t you have a boyfriend?" Her question caught you off guard, the expression of calmness leaving your face as if it fled from a nearing tsunami. Dropping the blouse you stood up spooning the small body of your daughter with yours, her raven curls spilling in your face as she snuggled closer.

"Alright" you sighed deeply, eyes fixing her hair as you began to dive in a pool of emotions you treasured in your soul like the biggest hoard of gold.

"It‘s because mommy still loves daddy, you know? Nobody could compare to him and I would only end up disappointed" you mused feeling the rapt attention of your daughter who always sucked up any facts about her dad as if her little heart was a vacuum. It wasn‘t but deep down you knew she craved the man she had never met.

"Why can‘t someone else compare, mamma?" she dug deeper closing her little eyes to imagine her dad as you began to speak.

"Because… he was a very loving man. Daddy told me how much I mean to him every single day and he always gifted me the most beautiful flowers" you smiled to yourself "His hugs felt like the safest place on earth and he was charming… oh so very charming".

"What does that mean?“

"Well, daddy always made me sweet compliments and worshipped me like a goddess. His kisses were-"

"Mommy! Euw!" Talvi shrieked, her soft hand wandered back to shush you with a tiny pointer touching your lips.

You couldn‘t hold back a chuckle, pulling your little treasure closer to your aching body. He was a part of him so you needed to worship her the same way as he did you. It was just fair.

"I wish I could meet daddy one day. He sounds like a real prince" the girl murmured with a pondering smile and absolutely no idea of how deep her innocent words cut you.

-⏳⏳-

"It was amazing, Nat. Thank you so much for convincing me to go" you said as Nat‘s warm hug embraced you after a six hour flight back to the Avengers compound. You and Talvi caught a nice amount of sleep leaving you completely unaffected by the time lag. But something about the way the others greeted you was weird, reserved almost. Unlikely to their usual silly behavior.

"There is someone from Asgard visiting. But no one said anything about you or Talvi" Wanda whispered coyly after you desperately asked for enlightenment.

So much for the theory what it was Jane. But maybe stoic Odin had forced him to marry Lady Sif like he had suggested for decades. Or Thor brought one of his friends, Volstagg or Fandral maybe? Whoever it was, you were thankful for no one telling him or her about your or your daughter‘s identity. Maybe they had forgotten about you anyway. You never had much contact to anyone besides Loki and Frigga and it was surely none of them.

"Whatever" you shrugged your shoulders letting lose of Talvi’s hand who was silently begging you to go play with Thor.

"Would you make the dessert for us?" Wanda asked scrunching her nose at the cheeky demand after your feet have been on American soil for roughly thirty minutes. But of course, you agreed leaving to go grocery shopping with her to get everything you needed for a full meal. Cooking was your thing, no wonder the chef of Asgard’s royal kitchen hired you back then.

-⏳⏳

"Thoooooooor!" Talvi‘s voice echoed through the hallway as the little girl‘s hasty steps brought her closer to her uncle‘s strong hug. A beaming smile was plastered on her face as the god of thunder swirled her around in the air and Loki saw his daughter for the first time. Just a surprisingly pretty girl to him.

"Brother, you didn‘t tell me about children amongst your... colleagues" Loki huffed as his usual aversion towards kids kicked in yet not as strong as usual, unbeknownst to the prince his seidr connecting him with the girl. But he had no clue, how should he?

"Who‘s that?" Talvi asked, causing the usually so lively god to stammer, a thousand different nuances of red battling for the supreme position on the skin of his cheeks. What the hell was he supposed to say? But eventually he opted for the truth but skipping the crucial bit of information.

"My bro- brother, Loki" he forced himself to say, his strong voice trembling slightly drawing the said man‘s attention like a neon stripe.

"Are you quite well, Thor?" Loki‘s baritone voice rung in Talvi‘s little ears twitching her expression in feelings quite unfamiliar to her. His voice was… soothing. Special.

"You have a very nice voice, Loki" she grinned, her eyes sparking again, brighter than Asgards morning sun.

She was a beautiful girl, long raven curls spilling on her shoulders clad with a forest green knit dress. There was something utterly intruiging about her nevertheless Loki didn’t have the slightest idea of what it really was. To him, she clearly was Tony‘s offspring since he knew that his wife Pepper returned today and toys were scattered all around the compound he had been living in for two moths now. A 'vacation' Thor had called this, a poor try to distract himself from Odin‘s sudden death.

"Why thank you, sweet girl" he replied, the rosy lips curling into a tiny smile all by themselves.

Eventually, Thor cleared his throat, feeling the itching urge to start any activity only to decrease the chance of blowing the bomb that should be set off by you and you alone. Sooner or later it would happen but the optimistic god preferred not to burden his thoughts with how good or bad it could go. He had no clue and maybe it was better that way.

-⏳⏳-

"My mom makes the best pasta" Talvi announced proudly as Wanda began to clear the table, making space for the dessert everyone was looking for as a nice treat for the flavor cells. Well, rather as a ray of hope since the atmosphere had been crushing since Talvi insisted to sitting next to the man she knew as Thor‘s brother. The man who was her father unbeknownst to the happy looking girl. No one dared to speak much in fear of saying something wrong, muscles were tensed up at the fact that you could come throug the door any second.

"She indeed does. Tony is a lucky man" Loki quipped not noticing the scrunch of Talvi‘s nose and her brows furrowing for a short second of confusion. But Tony also ate the food you cooked so technically Loki was right, she thought abandoning the crawly irritation again.

"Dessert!" The scarlet witch announced, a celebratory tone layered in her female voice. Everyone‘s faces light up like fireworks, greedy hands reached for the special glasses containing the layered components of the sweet delight.

Loki‘s brows knitted lightly as emerald orbs scanned the dessert. It was painfully similar to the ones you had made especially for him. The last thing he had left the day you were gone forever. You, the woman he loved more than life itself. The dark haired god smiled as if spliced by the happy memories his lonely heart held.

"Come on try it! I can cool it down if you‘d like. Look" she offered drawing Loki‘s softened gaze on her hands, ice crytals formed on the outside of the glass spreading from her small palms as if by magic. This was magic. Confusion descended Loki‘s spine in a cold shiver, nearly as freezing as the effect of the girl’s little hands.

Thor, who helplessly witnessed the whole thing did a desperate facepalm fearing that his sharp-witted brother has smelled a rat.

"Wow, that is erm… great" Loki murmured, his head running riot on whose kid held the might of cryokinesis, a rare talent only known by a few, among others himself. Maybe Maximoff had a child with someone else than Vision, the reasonable robot Loki had banned from emerging through his walls by magic.

"It was amazing! We should really go together some time. Talvi was head over heels" you happily told Nat about the trip as you snatched your own glass of desert, ready to join the others after you ate the pasta in the kitchen. Someone had to watch the bramble compote cool down.

Nat‘s planned sentece got stuck in her throat as you stepped inside your gaze fixed on the dessert you just wanted to take a first spoon full.

"Mommy, look at my newest friend" Talvi‘s angelic voice echoed across the table pulling your gaze like a magic flute. Motherly instincts maybe.

There were Wanda, Tony, Thor and Talvi straddling the lap of…

"No…" you breathed, jaw dropping open as your eyes found the man you left seven years ago. Your whole skin began to burn as if aflame, tears dwelling on the verge of rolling down your pale cheeks as you saw your daughter happily talking to her father. Unbeknownst. You felt disgusting for not having offered her this exact life she seemed so happy with.

Then Loki‘s head turned, the emeralds you used to wake up to meeting your shaky figure. The shock on face was visible, the spoon with a potion of cream dropping back into the glass, cheeks hollowed with a word his vocal cords were unable to produce.

Your gazes locked in a second of disbelief, wandering from the stage of wondering whether you were hallucinating to a collapsing skyscraper of raw emotions breaking free after an hibernation of seven painful years of torture and grief. It was too loud yet terrifyingly silent. As your arm slowly sunk down crashing against your jeans clad leg Loki‘s brows knitted and lips pressed shut; the expression he always made before regal tears ran down his flawless skin.

"You could make Loki your boyfriend. He’s charming and handsome just like you said daddy was" Talvi noted her eyes swapping from you to Loki and back before she realized that something was awfully wrong.

"Darling" Loki breathed, the mere sound of the word allowing millions of memories to flash in your mind, too many for you to bear. With a loud smack your dessert glass slammed against the marble tiles, breaking in unison with your heart. Once again. After seven years.

It was too much.

"Talvi? Come to me" your trembling voice whispered, a shaky hand reaching out to her as the deeply irritated girl hesitantly stood up from Loki’s warm lap. She didn’t quite understand but it was too late. You had to explain sooner or later. But not now. Anytime but now. Far away was the place your mind needed you to go. After all this time, all the agony and all the energy you wasted by trying to cope. Of course you were happy, how could you not?

But still, it was too much.

"Wait, please" Nat begged trying to reach for your hand but as soon as your daughter was in range, your sobs grew louder and the crying young woman run away disappearing in the blacked out hallways of the compound.

"Brother" Thor whispered grabbing Loki‘s wrist as he got up, wanting to follow the woman he mourned for years, he loved for years.

Thor had seen the dark prince so throughly devasted. His defined face was pale, the mischievous sparkle in his green eyes vanished in thin air and the tension of his muscles visible through the thin dress shirt he wore. Honestly, he had long gave up the burning hope to see you again. Especially after his torment of imprisonment determined by his own father. Yet, here you were with a little girl…

"Winter" he translated her name through heavy breaths, slowly sinking down on the chair again, his muscular back slapping against the backrest as the god‘s composure was overwhelmed by the fateful discoveries. The raven curls, your y/e/c orbs, the cryokinesis, her Norse name… It all made sense once he tied the dots, hot tears streaming along the sharp edges of his cheekbones.

"Thor, is she…"

"Yes, brother. She is" Thor whispered, inhaling heavily after nearly too many seconds of his breath hitching.

"You could have told me. You could have fucking told me, Thor!" Loki shot up throwing his hands up in a mixture of anger, despair and utmost sadness. He never thought about having a child of his own but now it felt so good, making the outrageous amount of time he had lost with her unbearable for his scarred heart. He would have loved to raise her with you, to see her first trippy steps, to lull her to sleep if heavy rain thudded on the roof or teaching her about the Jotun powers she held.

"I have to find her" he yelled, strong legs coaxing him towards the door where Nat stopped him with a palm pressed flush against his muscular chest. He was fit, maybe even fitter than before you left giving Nat a hard time to cool down Loki‘s stirred up temper.

"Loki, please. I’ll tell you where she is but please give her some time" she said, a soothing calmness in her voice proofing that she really knew you and that the god could trust her. It was frightening as hell that someone amlost foreign had better connections to the woman who used to tell him all her secrets. It hurt. A lot.

A sigh pregnant with irritation and grief escaped his lips sending cold shivers down everybody‘s spine. The whole scene was touching, usually nothing so public yet all of them were involved now, shifting uncomfortably on their chairs not knowing what to say or do. Perseverance was the best thing to do now despite of vaporizing into wet air. Sadly, no one held this skill…

thank you for reading 🖤

I tried myself at a bit of sentiment inspired by a friend who randomly met her hopeless fling she got to know during work & travel in a local Starbucks…. next chapter will be fluffier 💕

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