Marvel Preferences and Imagines (Taking Requests)

Hand Warmers

A/n: Just some cute domestic Loki for you guys

"Why does she squirm so much?" Loki asked, poking your child's cheek softly. It wasn't that he didn't like her. No, he thought the sun and stars of her, but he wasn't exactly human and didn't really understand why she didn't just grow up super fast as the Greek gods did.

"Because she's a baby, Dagger," You responded, mixing the baby formula in the bottle. You screwed on the cap and putting it in the refrigerator for Thor. Your husband's brother was coming to watch your daughter for a bit while Loki took you out for your wedding anniversary. Do to it being Loki, he would probably use some sort of magic to whisk you off somewhere you've never been.

"Did you pack everything?" Loki asked, cradling your daughter in his arms. She latched onto his finger with her tiny fist, turning her body a light shade of blue. The first time that happened, Loki almost took her to Asgard so that you would never deal with her or him ever again. You almost killed him at that moment.

"Pack what?" You said, glancing over your shoulder as you put away the formula in a place that Thor wouldn't be able to find it. It wasn't that you didn't trust him. Oh, wait. That was exactly it. As much as you loved Thor, you were ninety percent sure that he would try to feed your child pop tarts.

"Your coat, mittens, hat. You'll probably need it," Loki glanced up at you with a mischevious smirk (you immediately put as much distance between you two), "Or I could just keep you warm,"

"Loki," You shrieked as he rushed to put your child in a cradle in your room so that he could approach you without hurting her.

As he got closer as closer, you felt a heavy blush cover your cheeks. The last time he looked at you like that -well let's just say you have a child because of it. He pressed your body against the granite counter as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"With hand warmers," He said, placing the already warm bag of chemicals on your shoulder. It took you about a millisecond to fully register what he said. When you finally did, Loki was rolling on the ground with laughter, his loud chuckles echoing in the house.

"You're gonna pay for that," You muttered. You had forgotten you were married to the god of mischief for a little while. Loki had managed to totally abandon that role when your child was born, but apparently, mischief couldn't be contained for long.

You only hoped that it wouldn't make Loki teach your daughter how to stab Thor Loki-style.