A Whole Bunch of Loki's

There's No One At Home - Sequel to Lit A Match and Set His Life on Fire

Loki chuckled as he watched his daughter batter some plastic blocks together, cackling like a great villain slaughtering the civilians of an alphabet block village.

He'd been looking forward to spending some time with her all week, ever since he got the call about looking after her on Tuesday evening.

It was now early Friday night and he was going to be her sole carer for apparently three to four hours, depending on what happened that night, though what his ex-lover was talking about he wasn't entirely sure.

Not until you walked down the stairs, kitted out in a way he hadn't seen since you had been trying to impress him on dates when you had first started seeing each other, only this time your attire was more suitable for Midgardians than a Sakaarian.

"So," you smiled, holding your arms out and giving a short twirl on the spot, "what do you think?"

Loki stared at you blankly, there was a few heartbeats of silence before he licked his bottom lip and cleared his throat.

"Is this for some kind of formal event?" He asked, silently hoping it wasn't what he feared.

Ever since he'd received the call he had worried that it was for 'that' particular reason, not that he would have given up the chance to spend some time with his daughter outside of his usual visiting times, but the thought of you leaving to look at another man the way you once did to him hurt more than he would ever care to admit.

"No, Loki," you sighed, dropping your arms, "I have a date."

He nodded slowly, feeling that tightening in his throat return.

"I see," he croaked, trying to hide the crack in his voice, "you look good."

"Thank you," you smiled unsurely, suddenly feeling a little guilty despite the fact that you had done nothing wrong.

"Is it someone I know?"

"He's a co-worker, so I doubt it."

"And what's he like? Handsome? Tall? Well to do?"

"Loki," you frowned as his tone began to get more irritable and snappy.

"Perhaps he's good in bed? Is that it?"

"Loki."

"You finally found someone to scratch that itch after months of pushing me away."

"Says the one who backstabbed me to begin with!"

"Foolishly, something I am trying to make amends for."

"By insulting the man I decide to move on with? Someone who could make me happy and be good for me and my daughter."

"She is our daughter!"

You stared at each other with a mixture of emotions through you both, mostly shock at the fact that Loki had raised his voice.

The girl whined as her parents argued, the tension and yelling frightening her young mind which didn't understand why mummy and daddy were shouting at each other and making so much noise.

Loki's eyes instantly snapped to her and he hurriedly picked her up, sitting her on his lap and cradling her to his chest to rock her and murmur soft reassurances that things were fine.

"She is," you conceded, taking a deep breath whilst watching him settle her, "but that doesn't mean that gives you the right to judge the decisions I make for our benefit."

"And you think bringing another man into her life is a good idea?" He asked quietly, though the venom was dripping from his tone.

"Is that truly any different to bringing her up with a man known for cheating and lying? The God of Lies no less."

"I am her father."

"And that will never change, I am not denying you access to her," you sighed, running a hand through your hair, "but I will not put my life on hold because you don't seem to like me being happy if it doesn't involve you."

A knock came at the front door, drawing your attention to it and causing you to look over your shoulder.

"That'll be him," you hummed out, looking back to Loki as he continued to rock your child, her eyes gradually seeming to grow heavy from the motion. "I'll be back later."

You take a few steps out of the room before poking your head back in, looking at him from around the door.

"Don't you dare try anything magical on him."

Loki waited until you had finished greeting the mystery date and closed the door before he chuckled, looking down at the girl curled up in his arms with a slight smirk.

"Wouldn't dream of it."