My first go at Loki! I hope it’s alright
It wasn’t uncommon for Loki to join Thor on his visits to Midgard, whether voluntary or because Thor wouldn’t let him stay behind.
Usually the latter. Although Loki was no longer a seen as the enemy, having become one of the Avengers as well as part of his punishment. He had even become almost fond of the youngest hero during his time on ‘house arrest’ at the tower.
A teen named (Y/n), who much to his annoyance at the time refused to take his unsocial brooding as an answer and stubbornly demanded his friendship.
This happened to be one of the times he was more compliant for the trip, possibly having whispered the suggestion of visiting earth into his brother’s ear so it wouldn’t appear that he was the one who wanted to go.
Thor was easy enough to trick into it, always enthusiastic about seeing his friends and luckily so preoccupied with it he didn’t ask where Loki had been, nor of the basket he carried.
Heimdall teleported them to Midgard in an instant, the smell of singed grass permeated the air as they headed towards the compound, Thor striding ahead with thrill of reunion.
As always, the team came to greet them upon arrival, all but one already present once they walked through the entrance.
Soon after, the sound of running and Thor was attacked from behind, arms around his neck in what would be a choking hug as (Y/n) dangled on his back.
“No one told me you were coming!” there was too much happiness in (Y/n)’s voice to really be a complaint.
Thor laughed, spinning in a circle while the teen clung to not be thrown off. “Apologies dear (Y/n), we hadn’t planned this visit until now.”
Their attention quickly turned to Loki, no doubt ready to climb down and pounce on him for a less dramatic hug, it was tradition by now.
“I have brought you a gift from Asgard.” Loki didn’t miss the spark in (Y/n)’s eye, attention turning to the woven basket at his side.
“Really? Can I open it?” (Y/n) gave Loki a brief hug before turning attention to the container and he nodded.
Tugging the case closer, it wasn’t the lightest object, before undoing the small latch, looking up at him with questioning gaze, it appeared to be only a pelt wedged inside.
“Tip the basket on it’s side, it’ll roll out.”
Gently turning it over they waited, the rest of the Avengers creating a wide enough circle around you to see just what Loki might have brought to earth this time.
Only a few seconds passed before the fuzzy thing rolled out, a bit clumsily perhaps.
A wide yawn escaped the creature’s beak like lips as it unfurled, clacking its mouth together. A fat tail uncurled and stumpy limbs stretched out, it was covered in head to toe short russet fur and golden cat slit eyes.
It looked around at all the people, tiny leathery wings extending before lifting the tired creature into the air a few feet, round stomach for all to see and a small curious noise about the new surroundings.
It’s hovering didn’t last long before the small and unused to flight wings stumbled, ready to plummet the tiny beast to the ground.
Luckily it was saved by the quick reflexes of (Y/n), catching the armful of pudginess and fuzz before it hit the floor.
It yipped, starring up at them seemingly surprised by it’s savior
“Hello there cutie” (Y/n) grinned at it, fully enamored by the adorable creature and readjusted to better hold the small animal, it’s tail thumping against you with excitement for the attention.
Loki ignored the judgmental and unsure expressions on the Avenger’s faces. The youngling in your arms was harmless and not their place to interfere.
Thor could sense the uneasiness of his companions, clapping Steve on the shoulder “Come now friends! There is no need to worry, Loki means no harm at all.”
It was a few hours after that Loki decided to check up on you and your ‘gift’, wondering what exactly you might be doing with him.
Found easily enough, you were in your room sitting on the floor with who he recognized as Peter Parker, he had met the boy during his last visit to earth.
Loki announced his presence with a cough, barely gaining your attention from the ball of fur on the floor.
“Hey Loki!” you smiled at him before returning your attention to that in front of you.
Peter seemed apprehensive to touch the beast, though only about the size of a fat pygmy goat, opting to keep his hands to himself and observe intently from a few feet away sitting cross legged as you played with the joyful creature, not the slightest worry.
Amusing, he thought.
“Have you figured what you plan to name it?” Loki kept his voice even, uninterested almost.
“I’ve decided to call him Gummy! ‘Cause he’s so cute and pudgy” the glee in (Y/n) voice was unmistakable.
Loki’s nose scrunched up slightly at the name, how…undignified.
Gummy though seemed more than content, splayed out on his back, wiggly limbs in the air as his round belly was being rubbed.
Loki was the god of mischief. Of trickery. He was only recognized and judged by his faults, remembered for his lies and failures.
It was something that affected his children as well, Hel, Fenris, Jormungand, Sleipnir even. They were all shunned and treated with malice merely for their heritage.
And now, ‘Gummy’. Such a ridiculous and undignified name, creature or not he was still the child of a god, a child of Asgard.
Not that anyone would expect as much, a fat, fur covered squishy thing with tiny wings that somehow kept it afloat. And being raised by a Midgardian of all things, it was ridiculous.
But there was Gummy, yipping with joy and rolling across the floor as he played with (Y/n), unaware of Loki watching from the door.
Clueless to who he even really was.
Loki smiled as he watched the two play with gentle roughhousing, not missing the gleeful sounds when stomach fur was ruffled.
Gummy, the first of Loki’s children to ever receive a happy life.
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