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Loki loves children.
Peter is still seven years old, but he can confirm that all his life he was a spoiled one.
Loki had stayed awake and sacrificed for him on many occasions that he had to spend under his care. According to his parents, previously the god had earned his hatred, and he had to spend a long time until the avengers would give him a chance again. Even some of his uncles didn't quite trust him completely.
Fortunately Anthony Stark was not one of them. His father trusted the god, they were able to sit down and talk to each other until they discovered that they were not as different as they thought.
Loki earned his respect and it was the first time one of the avengers hadn't glared at him. From that day on they tell him that they did not separate, despite the jokes and derogatory comments, both seemed to get along more and more.
The others in the tower lamented, now that the owner of everything had become attached to the god there would be no way to get him out.
They tell him that on the day of his birth the god had been present and made the process more bearable for his parents, ensuring that he would not leave him alone. They tell him that the next day when he was allowed to see him, Loki seemed to fall in love for the first time in years. From that moment on he was by his side, being his defense against tantrums and tutor when his parents had to save the world.
Loki adores children, Peter being the first of all. [☆] Loki loves children. Peter is everything to him, and Tony can confirm that. He knew it from the moment he entrusted his baby to her, much to Steve's complaints that nearly cost him one more fight between them. That day they had an urgent and last-minute mission, but Tony refused to leave his son.
It was not until the god offered to take care of him, and after much hesitation, the millionaire agreed to leave the entire world in his arms. It was the first time that he was so far away from his baby in those six months of life that he was carrying, during the days that the mission lasted he managed to communicate with JARVIS so that he could show him the cameras in his home, with the sole goal of knowing about Peter.
Even with prior knowledge of the love that his friend had for the boy, he couldn't help but be surprised by the smile that he carried when he had Peter in front of him. Even at a distance, he noticed the sparkle of joy in the emerald eyes of the god as he held the baby in his arms, feeding him and always having him by his side; a gleam of joy that was usually in his own eyes, the one that flashed the purest love towards a son.
He did not pay much attention to that, he was carried away by the smile on his face when he saw that being that implanted so much fear in the cities, remains so tame before a six-month-old child. By the time they return, Peter cries as he watches Loki leave. And that story repeats itself every time they put him in charge.
[☆] Loki loves children. Unfortunately, Thor knows why. God knows that his brother would do anything for the son of his friends, he knows that at night he runs away and infiltrates Midgardian orphanages, only to watch over the dreams of those who fear simple monsters of their imagination. He knows that Loki has managed to settle in Midgard to stay close to those small beings that, unlike the world they were used to, are weaker and need protection. He knows that was a cheap excuse not to return to Asgard after his conviction.
Loki loves children because they fill his void. Loki doesn't have his children. He knows that his nephews were under Odin's eye, captive and doomed since they were very young. He knows that those four beings are no longer children, but he doesn't blame Loki. That was the last image he has of them before they were taken from him. And no one can do anything about it, it would be going against the Allfather.
Unfortunately, his brother had to suffer the consequences imposed by the eye of Odin. [♡♡♡] Loki adores his children. They were his, his three babies created from his magic and the influence of his homeland. He was not indifferent to his origin, Jötunheim was under his mantle and thanks to him they remained in peace with the æsir. He would from time to time visit the kingdom he inherited from him, and various colleagues he had there would receive him with joy. Angrboda was one of them. One of the few female giants left standing in Jötunheim, she worked alongside her trying to ensure the health and well-being of her people.
She had her connection to the fertile land and knowledge of magic. One day Loki came to stop with her and ended up confessing her longing that he had secretly carried for months, a maternal feeling had filled him and he did not trust anyone but her to carry it out. At first, Loki believed that he would have to get involved with her friend to give rise to these beings.
Fortunately, all that was needed was his genes and the confidence in his race worthy of fertility. The Norns took him under their cloak and three children with the purest magic running through their veins saw the light.
Fenrir, Jörmungandr and Hel came into his life, and he for the first time felt that he had a purpose to move forward.
The little ones seemed to be quite normal at first, three blue-skinned babies with features typical of their race. But the magic in their bodies revealed their true forms, and within days Loki had a baby snake, a baby wolf, and a girl with two faces.
That did not diminish the love he gave them, he stayed in Jötunheim longer than expected. His people went ahead and enjoyed his presence like never before, adding the arrival of the three heirs who ran through the frozen fields and did nothing more than give life to the land sworn by monsters.
But his home was in Asgard, he was still the prince and the connection between both kingdoms. Even so, he did not have the heart to take his children there, he feared that they would suffer what he had to go through in that palace, so for now he decided to leave them with Angrboda, she would take care of them while he searched for the words to explain to the father of All about their children.
To his bad luck, Odin already knew, and he wasn't happy.
As soon as he set foot in Asgard he sent for him and confronted him, telling him that he had seen his children and the future chaos they would bring. Loki tried to negotiate with him, but he only managed to end up locked in his room under a powerful spell that he still couldn't decipher, and even if he could do it, he would have to spend a few more protections sent to him by the sorceresses under the command of Odin.
He doesn't remember how much he fought and hurt himself to run to his children, how much he cried for them. He only remembers the moment his doors opened and Thor entered to hug him, for the first time in many centuries Loki felt like a child under the protection of his older brother, the one who could not save the damned.
For weeks he tried to locate them, flee the palace and even know if they were still alive. Frigga looked at him with pity, but she could not do more than comfort the soul of her son when he fell unconscious after days without resting.
Odin was tactless in telling him that his children were nothing but monsters, that they would bring about the end of all they know and that it was his duty to condemn them. Children, simple children who were just beginning to understand how the universe moved.
Loki also remembers how the Allfather assured him that his destiny would be to breed chaos, that his descendants would be nothing more than promises of death from now on. He would never see them again.
[♡]
The arrival of Sleipnir planted many doubts and insecurities in his head.
The fallen walls, the man who offered to build them, the deal, the winter, the trap, leaving Asgard.
How he fathered the eight-legged horse was a fact that he preferred not to remember beyond the fact that it was a consequence of his actions. He dedicated himself to taking care of himself as soon as he left Svadilfari in that forest, and he swore with all his might that he would hate the baby and that he would even kill it if necessary when it was born.
He could not. Still, in his animal form and his bleeding paws, he cleaned the eight-legged newborn and cared for him in the first hours of his life.
It wasn't long before they both had the strength to move forward, she had spent almost a year away from his home and she wondered if his family would watch over him. He didn't want to go back, not yet, so he nursed the little boy for a few weeks until he felt ready and returned, hoping that Sleipnir would be accepted into the stables despite his uniqueness.
It wasn't until he reached the outskirts of the kingdom that he remembered Odin's words. He would always breed chaos.
He feared, he couldn't imagine any situation in which that foal could cause any harm. By appearing in front of the All-father wearing his human guise and with his offspring, he could only earn a scornful look from him.
The myths said that he had given it to her, but that was far from the truth.
"The beast will go with me, for your safety and everyone's"
It was taken from him once more.
This time he was already more prepared for the obstacles that would be placed in his search to prevent him from going after his son, but still, he could not do anything for him. To his surprise, Odin raised and educated him into his steed, and led him into wars with other kingdoms.
Loki was not sad, at least Sleipnir had finished in a good position, but he was still a prisoner. No one but Odin and a simple farmer could be close to him in that stable, where he was rarely taken out for walks in his home without threats of war.
As expected, even thinking about becoming an option for visitors was completely forbidden to him, and he hated it so much that this was so, that his womb was synonymous with chaos for the nine kingdoms.
His heart was divided into four parts, and none of them was with him.
[☆]
"Uncle Loki!"
The god's emerald eyes focused on the little brunette running towards him, a smile spreading across his face before he charged Peter.
"Hello darling," little Rogers Stark was attacked when the god began to leave kisses all over his face, laughing and filling a little more the void in Loki with his innocent laughter "Guess what I have for you?" —A chocolate bar peeked out from under the older man's coat, he lowered the child before handing it to him while he placed a finger on his lips, as a symbol of silence —Don't tell your father, you know how that old man gets.
Peter nodded, imitating his uncle's sign and putting the treat under his shirt as if that way no one would find out.
"Peter?"
"Here comes the old man, run!" —A second later the little boy's footsteps could be heard running towards his room.
Seconds later Steve looked out of the room where the god pretended to be oblivious.
—Loki, I told you not to give him any more treats at night —the god smiled amused, without remorse —You will go to put him to sleep.
"You know I'm always successful at putting the chitauri to sleep, Rogers, let me spoil it." He deserves it.
Steve was about to contradict him, that day they had found Peter stuck to the ceiling with his feet and hanging his hands from him. The boy was punished for risking himself in this way despite the warnings of his parents, but we were talking about Loki, nobody knew how he managed his morale.
For the god, everything Peter did was a reason to congratulate him, and if the boy did something wrong, he would sit next to him and reflect on how he could improve, to end up tickling each other and getting a smile from the minor. Probably after that, they would go for ice cream.
"She could have hurt herself," he insisted, Loki refraining from rolling his eyes.
—I know, I'll tell her something about it later —he gave in, still without losing his haughty posture —But today he's already been scolded a lot, I won't let him go to sleep feeling guilty.
The soldier didn't say anything else to him, he knew he would. He took one last look at the god before leaving, that night he had an anniversary reservation with Tony, and as usual, Loki offered to take care of the boy. He hoped that this time they didn't set anything on fire.
As soon as he left his home, the sorcerer went to little Rogers Stark's room. When he heard the door open, he quickly hid his treat. Loki laughed, reassuring the boy who put the chocolate back in his mouth.
"Look what a mess you are, little chitauri." Peter's cheeks were covered in chocolate, he knew that his father was right and that the boy became more hyperactive at night if he ate sweets, but he refused not to give the pleasure to his nephew.
With a damp cloth, he cleaned the minor's face, treating him with soft caresses so as not to hurt him, and leaving a kiss on his forehead when he finished his task.
Whoever saw it, the god who terrorized an entire city in the attempt to conquer Midgard. In his defense, it wasn't in his five senses, Thanos's torture had made him rethink his priorities and his worth. He agreed to serve him and destroy that planet for the leftover gems, but still, no one trusted him and they kept him controlled through the mind gem in his scepter.
A bad reputation is the only thing he got, but luckily all that road made him get to this moment; Peter lay down and asked him to tell him a story, the boy adored them, mostly because the stories were accompanied by green magic projections that were held in Loki's hands.
"Okay, let me think." Peter snuggled closer to him and hugged his Iron Man toy. "Did I ever tell you about the time your Uncle Thor had to dress up as a woman for a mission?"
-Do not! —A childish giggle accompanied him, Loki felt caresses in his heart every time that happened —I want to know! Tell me!
"Okay, but after this, you fall asleep!" We don't want the old man to get any more grey hair after today.
Automatically the boy's euphoria subsided to look with pity at his favorite uncle.
"Dad says I could have hurt myself."
—And you're right, little one, even though it's hard for me to admit it —Peter lowered his eyes, Loki quickly approached to catch him in his arms —Listen, I'm not here to scold you, you know I love that you explore with your abilities. Just try not to do it alone, okay? Next time ask someone to watch you in case something happens.
"They're upset, I don't think they'll let me do it again."
"You can always ask me," he smiled when the boy looked at him again. "I'll never limit you, Peter." You have a lot to experience, falling and getting hurt are inevitable, it's part of growing up and they can't forbid you to try again. So if you ever want to climb Stark Tower on the outside, I'll be there for you.
You can always ask me," he smiled when the boy looked at him again. "I'll never limit you, Peter." You have a lot to experience, falling and getting hurt are inevitable, it's part of growing up and they can't forbid you to try again. So if you ever want to climb Stark Tower from the outside, I'm going to be there to protect you.
Peter felt his eyes moisten, he crawled over to Loki and hugged him, hiding his face in his chest. The god did not wait to shelter his nephew in his arms. It was a few minutes in which light sobs were heard from the child, being comforted by the caresses on his head that indicated that everything would be fine.
"I love you, Uncle Loki."
The god felt that now he would cry, he bit his lips stifling the tears and let out a broken laugh in his place. He took the boy in his arms and leaned back on the bed as well, letting Peter rest on his chest. A few moments later the calm breathing of the mortal could be heard, Loki reached for the blanket with Captain America's shield painted on it and covered them both, closing his own eyes to sleep next to his new reason for existing.
His heart was now breaking into five parts, and this time he would fight tooth and nail to keep it from being taken from him. Peter Rogers Stark was the reason for the existence of an entire complex made up of powerful beings, whoever dared to touch a single hair would suffer the full fury of the Avengers.
Before falling unconscious he thought of them, his children. Wherever they were, he just wished with all his soul that they were okay. Only until he could change his fate.
Just a little more.