Avengers Age Regression Oneshots

🍼💚🐍 The tickster's secret💭◽️🔲

Loki had never been one to rely on others. After all, he was the God of Mischief, a master of deception and manipulation. But ever since Y/N had become his caregiver, he had slowly allowed himself to be vulnerable in a way he never had before. It was still new, still something he struggled to admit—especially to himself—but the comfort Y/N provided was undeniable.

Loki's regression had started not long after he moved into the Avengers' compound. Unlike the others, Loki found the chaos of his past weighing on him, and sometimes it became too much. Those moments would cause him to slip into a smaller, more fragile state of mind. It wasn't something he had control over, but Y/N had seen right through him.

She always had.

Y/N had caught on quickly but, Loki had been hesitant to accept that side of himself. He felt exposed, weak, and to the Trickster, that was unacceptable. Still, Y/N had persisted, providing gentle comfort, and over time, Loki had allowed her to step into the role of his caregiver.

Today was one of those days.

Loki was in his room, curled up on his bed, a blanket wrapped tightly around his frame. He wasn't quite ready to seek out Y/N yet, feeling too embarrassed to admit that he needed her. He hated feeling this way—so small and helpless—but at the same time, the comfort he found when Y/N held him, soothed him, made everything seem bearable.

There was a soft knock on his door. "Loki?" Y/N's voice called gently, "Can I come in?"

Loki hesitated but eventually mumbled a soft, "Yes."

Y/N stepped inside and immediately noticed the way Loki was curled up in a tight ball. She knew the signs. Without saying anything, she made her way over to the bed, sitting down beside him and resting a gentle hand on his back.

"What's wrong, little one?" Y/N asked, her voice soft and full of understanding.

Loki shifted slightly but didn't answer right away. His mind was racing, trying to push away the vulnerability that crept up inside him. But he couldn't. Not around Y/N. "I... I don't like feeling this way," he whispered finally, his voice small and wavering.

Y/N smiled softly. "I know. But it's okay to feel like this sometimes. You don't always have to be strong."

Loki peeked up at her from under his blanket, his bright green eyes filled with uncertainty. "You won't leave me, will you?" he asked, the question revealing just how much fear he still carried with him.

Y/N's heart ached at the sight. She leaned down and gently pulled him into her arms, cradling him as if he were the most precious thing in the world. "Never," she whispered into his hair, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "I'll always be here, Loki. You don't have to be afraid."

Loki's small form relaxed against her, and he buried his face into her chest, seeking out the warmth and safety he so desperately needed. For once, he allowed himself to let go, to fully embrace the regression that took hold of him.

Y/N gently rocked him, humming softly, knowing how much the small gestures meant to him. "Would you like to play with your toys, or should we just stay like this a little longer?" she asked.

Loki sniffled and glanced up at her. "Toys?" he asked hesitantly, his voice sounding far more childish than he would ever allow himself to sound in front of anyone else.

Y/N smiled. "Okay, let's play." She slowly helped Loki out of his blanket cocoon and led him over to the small collection of toys they had gathered over time—mostly plush animals and a few magical artifacts Loki enjoyed playing with.

For the rest of the day, Loki remained in his small headspace, playing with his toys while Y/N sat beside him, offering soft words of encouragement and praise. He didn't feel like a trickster, a villain, or even a god in those moments. He was simply Loki, Y/N's little one.

And that was all he needed.