Life with Loki - short stories

Sick Girl

Summary: You try to keep Loki away to save him from seeing you in the throws of sickness and all the vulnerability that comes along with it. But of course, your love is not having any of that.
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Tags/Warnings: (This is boarding on DD/LG but not? She's not an actual little) / DaddyDom / Daddy Kink / Caretaker Loki / Fluff / No Smut / Sick Reader (yes I wrote this while I had Covid but this is NOT a Covid Fic. I just wrote this while in a state of reading way too much Loki Fic in between sleeping that it felt as realities were blurred haha).
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You were sick, and you hated it. You downright loathed it. The vulnerability in sickness was maddening, and just downright too uncomfortable for you to linger. You hated having to surrender yourself to sickness, as that's what we had to do, surrender to the feeling, surrender to the time that it took for our bodies to fight the illness. Interestingly, you found the more you tried to fight it, the worse it got. After a day of sickness, you would pull perhaps a tad too much energy from your reserves and lie to yourself and everyone around you about how much better you were feeling. You'd fling yourself up and change your bed sheets, wash your hair, maybe do a lux, all while preaching about how much better you felt and about how you were preparing to wake tomorrow to feel back to normal again... yeah, no. Back to square one.

When you told Loki you were sick, he wasted no time in saying that he would be there soon. You stopped him verbally, telling him you'll be fine, and that you didn't want him to see you like this. You knew you were quite sick this time: a slight cough, heavy chest, a temp, a headache, queasy tummy: the full show.

You knew that when you got properly sick, and had to surrender to it and ride it out, you knew you became a silly mess — which you were not prepared for Loki to see. But the God, your beloved, watched your play on 'feeling much better', he knew you'd be running about doing chores whilst lying to yourself about how well you truly were. He was not having a bar of his premature dismissal. Not this time.

Could Loki admit that as horrible as it was to see you sick, that you were  also completely and utterly endearing and adorable? Yes, he could, but he would only admit it to himself. You were a tricky patient, but he was prepared. He was prepared to cook, feed you, bathe you. He was prepared to hold you until you slept; with you already having sleeping issues, yes you were much more sleepy now sick but your mind still fought to keep you awake, so Loki spent the past four days holding you until you fell asleep, coaxing you to dreamland with his words and loving kisses. The original fuss you put up soon faltered when your sickness progressed. Loki had felt your control, your facade, slipping as you lost more energy, and then soon, you were letting him cradle you to sleep. Literally. Your stubbornness was no match for this sickness, Loki saw that before you had but that didn't matter, what now mattered was you were letting him properly care for you in the way he had always wanted to.

"That's my girl. Shhhh. Nearly there, love", Loki whispered to you as he spooned you from behind, wrapping you tightly in his arms and the duvet. You were on the brink of another needed nap as your phone went off, notifying you of a message or email. Just as you popped your head up, almost automatically, you felt Loki's hand on your head, gently guiding your intrigued head back to the pillow. Both of you couldn't help but laugh at the action. It felt so typical of you both, him knowing your exact move before you did. Your giggle brought on a small fit of coughing. Loki patted your back, helping you clear your chest, before his movements turned gentle as your body relaxed again. Turning around in his arms, you nestled into his chest, hiding your face into his shoulder while you grumbled in your dozy state that had been boarding on delirium.

"Grumpy baby". Loki somewhat tried to hide the amusement he felt at how clingy and soft you are when sick. Well, it wasn't quite amusement, no, that wasn't the right word for it. He felt completely enamoured. Over these past few days, he felt a new form of love birth itself within his heart. He couldn't describe it, and he wouldn't find the words worthy enough to match these new found feelings but it had become abundantly clear that he loved — no, needed — to care for you. It felt like what he was meant to do.

"I'm not a grumpy baby!". You ironically whined in a grumpy manner. "I'm a sick baby!". Nestling yourself back into his firm chest, as his loving arms held you close, your body relaxed completely against him again. Gosh, Loki had taken such great care of you these past few days and you just didn't know how you could ever repay him, but what you did know is that you felt it too; you felt the complete vulnerability that you were showing him, and only him.

Your mouth wanted to say it. His mouth wanted to say it. Both of you were individually aware of this type of thing. You both read, you were both educated around... adult matters, but this was the first time it properly rose between the two of you. You wondered if he felt it too, as he wondered the same for you. Did you want him to have this particular title? And duty? Did he want it? Did he want you to call him that? Did you want it in a sexual way? Or just a caring way? All of this — something neither of you had ever felt or considered with past partners and lovers — felt so new but it was unavoidably there between the two of you now.

"Mm— I love you, Loke. You take such good care of me". His heart beamed at your words, at their meaning. But it felt like you were right there, about to say it, but you just couldn't. Loki looked down at you, eyes closed as your face buried into his chest. This was the moment to try, to test the waters. If you were uncomfortable with it, you would probably just laugh and say 'um, no' as you had so easily before with something you didn't like. He knew you spoke your mind. The communication between you both was crystal. He stroked the hair off of your forehead while he prepared his words...

"Daddy loves taking care of his sweet girl. His sick baby". There. He said it. And meant every word and every emotional syllable he spoke. But he also  felt you stiffen in his arms, almost instantly, before your eyes popped open and looked up to him. Had he gone too far? Were the two of you not on the same page with this? Had he misread it? Just as his worries began to overtake his mind, he saw the most adorable, shyest, smile break across your face before you hid, nestled, into the dip of his neck.

"I love you Daddy, and thank you for taking such good care of me. You're the best". Loki felt tears in his eyes as you confessed your want of him as your Daddy. He let you hide while such shyness overtook you, he understood. He just felt so incredibly blessed and honoured to be in this position.

"Anything for my sick baby. Rest now my little love, before it's dinner time. We can order in tonight. I love you too". And he did. Your Daddy loved you back to health, and then some.

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