Avengers Age Regression Oneshots

🍼🐍💚Lockdown💭🔲◻️

The Allfather's deep scowl said it all. Odin had never been one for sentimentality, much less for the peculiar concept of age regression that seemed to strike Loki when his emotions boiled over. Loki, in headspace, wasn't the cunning, sharp-tongued god of mischief Odin was used to dealing with. Instead, he was a wide-eyed, pouty-lipped child, curled up on the bed in his chambers, with his favorite green blanket clutched tightly in his hands.

And that's why, much to Odin's chagrin, he couldn't throw Loki in the cells this time.

Y/N stood calmly to the side, arms crossed, as Odin gave his decree. "He is confined to his chambers. You," Odin gestured sharply at Y/N, "will ensure he abides by the rules. No mischief, no magic, and no leaving this room until I say otherwise."

Y/N gave a small bow, though he barely concealed the smirk tugging at his lips. "Of course, Your Majesty. You can count on me."

With a resigned grumble, Odin turned and stormed out, his cape billowing behind him. Y/N waited for the door to shut before turning to Loki. The little god peeked out from under the edge of his blanket, his emerald eyes shiny with unshed tears.

Y/N softened immediately, kneeling by the bed. "Hey, little one. Looks like it's just you and me for a while, huh?"

Loki sniffled but didn't answer, instead burrowing further into his blanket.

Y/N reached out, gently rubbing Loki's back. "I know it's not fun being stuck in your room, but I'm going to make sure you're safe, okay? No scary Allfather, no big punishments—just you and me. How does that sound?"

Loki peeked out again, his lower lip jutting out in a hesitant pout. "Can I have my books?" he asked softly, his voice trembling with vulnerability.

Y/N smiled. "Of course, you can. And maybe we can build a little fort and read them together? Make this room feel less like a prison and more like an adventure spot."

Loki's eyes lit up slightly at the mention of a fort, though he tried to hide his excitement by tucking his chin back under the blanket. Y/N chuckled, standing and grabbing a few cushions and throws from around the room.

Soon enough, Y/N had transformed Loki's bed into a cozy hideaway, complete with the green blanket draped like a canopy and pillows stacked into a throne. Loki climbed in hesitantly at first but soon giggled softly as Y/N handed him his favorite book of Asgardian tales.

For the next hour, they sat in the fort, Loki leaning against Y/N's side as the older man read aloud in a soft, animated voice. The godling seemed to forget entirely about the punishment or the Allfather's stern glare, his laughter spilling out in melodic bursts whenever Y/N added silly voices to the characters.

But, of course, Loki being Loki, his mischievous streak couldn't stay buried for long.

As Y/N paused to grab a drink for them both, he returned to find Loki standing on the bed, the "fort" crown perched lopsidedly on his head as he declared, "I am the ruler of this realm! And I decree no bedtime for anyone!"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. "No bedtime, huh? Sounds like a pretty rebellious decree. What would the Allfather think about that?"

Loki froze, his cheeks tinting pink as he realized he'd been caught. Slowly, he climbed down and buried himself back in the cushions, mumbling, "It's not fun being on lockdown."

Y/N chuckled, sitting down beside him again. "I know, bud. But you know what? If you follow the rules, maybe we can make this not so bad. How about I ask the kitchen to send up some treats? Or we can make up some new stories together."

Loki glanced up at him, his pout softening into a small smile. "You'll stay with me?"

Y/N ruffled his hair gently. "Of course, I will. You're my little mischief-maker. No way am I leaving you alone in here."

And so, the day passed in a haze of stories, snacks, and giggles, the "bedroom arrest" feeling far less like a punishment and more like a special, secret day with his favorite caregiver. Loki might have been confined, but with Y/N by his side, the little god felt nothing but safe and cherished.