Lokius Week 2021

Day One: Hurt/Comfort

"Come on... Come on... Come on!" Loki prayed. Rarely did the trickster pray to the Horns that were to forsaken them to the pits of Hell, yet this was worth it.

Magic, shape shifting magic, had seeped from her heart and through their finger tips as Loki traced her incorrect body proportions lightly: the phallus, the strong hips, and the flat pectoral muscles that looked wrong. All of Loki's body was wrong. It wasn't able to grow a baby anymore. Mickey saw to it that Loki wouldn't be able to be a woman, in form, again. It wasn't the TVA's power, no no, it was the House of Mouse's power. The bloody conservative rat branded them - which was bad, by all accounts: branding had permanently restricted any characters from being who they rightfully are in order to appease the audience or the heads of the company (in Loki's case, both), and block any powers that may assist them in truly fitting their own mold to Mickey's mold. Not before painfully stripping the Trickster deity of their fluidity and femininity. Loki never felt more vulnerable and so disgusted with herself - and that includes having to kiss her sibling (who she hasn't spoken to since the premiere of the series - but it was all Sylvie who was talking, poor Loki was unresponsive).

"Please, for the love of God!" Loki begs, tears in her sea blue eyes. "Don't keep me like this! Please!"

They pushed another, powerful, boost of shape shifting energy against their body, not giving a shit if they'd be injured, with eyes closed, praying that when Loki opens their eyes - the right body would be there. Breasts, curvy hips and a working flower to provide a child.

Hesitantly, Loki opens one eye after a moments pass, only to look at her disgusting body - still flat chested, still lacking curves, and lacking a proper working vagina to provide Mobius a child of their love. Loki fell to her knees and cried silently.

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"Boys, come on! How many Plus Fours are we stacking?!" Mobius laughs at himself as he draws twenty cards from the deck. "I shouldn't have put down that plus four earlier!"

The three boys all gave each other high fives at the misery of their stepfather (who they all love, there is no doubt about that - but UNO is a serious game) drawing cards. The man got a bit cocky and thought he could pass on a Plus Eight to Sleipnir, only to discover that Sleipnir had one, that Jormungand had one, and -to his dismay- that Fenris had another.

"You forget that we watch tons of YouTube, Dad," Sleipnir said. "We know the tricks and tips in beating UNO."

"Man, I could've sworn I was better at UNO--"

Mobius was interrupted by the sound of a loud crash of glass from upstairs. He whips his head towards the direction of the stairs and yells, "Loki? Are you okay?"

No response. Mobius' blood started to get cold. He quickly forfeits his hand and runs upstairs, but quickly tells the boys, "Stay down here. I have to check on your mother."

The boys look at each other, but Mobius is quick to run up to his and Loki's room. The door to the bathroom is closed, but Mobius knocks gently against the door. "Lokes? You okay in there?"

No response, but Mobius could hear soft sobs from the other side of the door. "I'm coming in, hon. Okay?"

Mobius pushes open the door and stifles a gasp: the mirror was shattered into fairly large piece, but the glass pieces weren't in Loki's back. But circled her huddled body, that was visibly shaking.

Luckily, Mobius still had his boots on, and he carefully walked across the glass to reach Loki, some breaking under the boots. Once touching her shoulder, she stopped shaking and looked to him. "M-Mobi?"

"Hey, sweetheart, are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?"

"No... I don't... I don't think so..." Loki glances down at the mess. "I'm sorry. I'll clean up--"

"I got it, love. I got it." Mobius said in a soothing voice that was loving, kind - not mad or threatening, just soft and gentle. "C'mon, kitten, I'll carry you to bed."

The tiny agent lifted his wife up into his arms with a grunt. "There we go... God, I'm too old for this..." He mutters as he felt his back pop.

Loki didn't say anything as she snuggled closer, hiding her face closer into his body. She always felt safe with him. Such a caring feeling that Loki continues to long for - and Mobius is happy to provide.

"Hey boys, could two of you bring up the dust pan and trash bin? We have some shattered glass upstairs." Mobius calls as he placed Loki on the bed. "I'll be back in a few minutes, hun. Then, if you wish, we can talk. Okay?" Mobius gently cups the pale rose cheek, and Loki melted into his touch.

"Okay..."

Mobius smiles, giving Loki a quick kiss on the lips before he stands at the door as the two older boys brought the trash bin and dust pan up.

Luckily, the clean up wasn't long - larger the pieces, the easier it is to clean up. Mobius Gor up after seven minutes with a stretch.

"Alright, let me keep this at the door so I'll be reminded to dump it into recycling tomorrow..." He said to himself as he follows through. As he glanced over to Loki, he sees the trickster wrapped in blankets, but with an emotionless expression on her fine features.

Mobius sighs gently. "Hey... You okay?"

"No..."

"Why? Can you explain?"

Loki is quiet for a moment, thinking about how she can put her thoughts into words. "I'm in the wrong body... I tried to use my magic... I hoped that... Well, I want to have a baby with you, Mobes... I wish to provide you the children that we planned having... But..."

"The branding, right?" Mobius finished.

Loki nods, almost shamefully. Mobius brings Loki into a hug as he settles on the bed. "Loki..."

"I was able to provide against my will in the past, but now that I want to be in a position where I can provide for my husband, I can't have any will?! What kind of fucked up logic is that?!"

Mobius sighs. "I dunno, love. But what I do know is that you don't have to be female presenting to be female, you don't have to be female presenting to be a mom. I know that you're one powerful mom, and that is one of the many things about you that Disney can't take away from you. I know that we've talked about having children that is of our blood and love, but no one says we can adopt."

Loki's face had turned from wonder into some form of uncertainty in a matter of seconds. "I... I don't know..."

"Why? You have done an amazing job, prior to meeting me, why--"

"I don't... I don't want to lie to them, I don't want to pick favorites, I don't--"

"You don't want a repeat of your own life; you don't want to be like Odin and..." Mobius paused in realization. "And Frigga. Lokes, I'm sorry..."

There was that lingering silence between the two, it was so thick that Loki's strongest knife could not cut through it: both of them knew Frigga was as responsible for lying to Loki about the truth (much like Odin), but she did share some love for the trickster. But it was a fear of Loki's that had pushed her to be a better mom for the three she has now. Perhaps...

"We can't be like that... To the little one." Loki says after a moment of thinking.

"No." Mobius agrees. "Not matter what: we'd raise the baby like its our own..."

"We will treat her with every ounce of respect and love possible." Loki continues.

"She?"

"I always wanted a daughter..." Loki blushes.

"You're actually considering this?" Mobius asks.

Loki shrugs her shoulders. "I'm game if you are."

Mobius smiles lovingly. Tomorrow was to bring healings from today's wounds.