Loki X Reader

His Daughter

Ha! Yet another time of falling unconscious, and waking up in a strange room! Only... You remembered this.

This was the room Lucifer put you in. Only this time, you weren't sleeping in a cupcake and in actually pyjamas. You remembered all the recent events before you woke up, and wanted to cry. Loki hated you. You were gone, and he thought it was forever. Why didn't he realise you were still alive? Why did he try and kill you? That asshole! You felt angered, but also sad that he didn't love you anymore. Across the room, the door opened, and Lilith stepped inside.

"Lilith!" You called out. She beamed at you, and practically jumped on top of you to hug you. She looked so much happier now that she was in her home realm.

And she also looked like the princess she was supposed to be. Her curly back hair was done up nicely, and she had a beautiful tiara to go with it. Her dress was sort of like yours was, only her size, and more appropriate for a seven year old.

"Hi Satana!" She laughed.

"Why did you bring me here?" You asked, rubbing your tired and teary eyes.

"I thought it would be safer for us both here. Also, you've only been unconscious for three hours." She said. Well, that's a first. Shortest time you've ever been unconscious. Ever. "Oh, and guess what! Even though Lucifer died, Mommy lived! We weren't paying attention when it happened, but she ducked behind the table next to the wall, so the ice never got her!" She yelled.

Abadon.

She's still alive. The women you thought had died for you was alive. All the sadness of Loki melted away. You cuddled Lilith into your chest. You wanted to cry with joy that Abadon was okay, but your tears could hurt Lilith. Lilith pulled her head out of the hug and looked at you.

"Stop crying Satana! Mommy said she wants you to be there for her Coronation later!" Lilith laughed.

"Your mom wants me there for her coronation? I mean I thought she would be just a princess..." You said.

"Nope! Our goddess said she doesn't have to marry to be our queen!"

"Goddess?"

"Uh huh! The being that protects us all in Helheim!" She said.

"But I thought this realm was called Cyndaris..."

"To the outsiders, yes. But our realm is actually Helheim." She explained. Helheim. Helheim!? The place everyone goes when they die!? Goddamn it!

"Lilith, are you dead?" You asked. She shook her head.

"The dead remain with Hel in the underworld of Cyndaris." Damn. For a little girl, she knew a lot. "Now get dressed! Mommy picked out some hunters gear because it probably suits you more than a cupcake dress." She laughed. She waved goodbye, and ran to the door. You smiled.

Even if the smile was fake and you were crying inside, you were happy she was okay, and her mother was too.

--

Wow Abadon. Because if the damned shirt didn't show any cleavage at all, you would be too prude. There just had to be some, right!? Goddamn it. You pulled it on, then the waistcoat-ish thing with stupid a stupid frill skirt thing at the bottom. Luckily, there were pants (stupidly tight, but they looked good.) And boots as well. And a badass leather jacket. Heckles yes.

You quickly tied your hair into a braid and set off towards the door. You then, carefully made your way back to the throne room you had once visited before. The room was filling up fast, with people coming to see their new queen become the actual queen. Lilith beckoned you over to stand by her on the throne platform, which had a rather large throne, and a smaller one next to it. They were both probably for Abadon and Lilith.

"Why am I standing up here with you?" You asked Lilith.

"Because, without you, mommy would never have become queen." You whispered, and turned to face the back of the room, where Abadon walked in between the pews and up to the throne platform. You hadn't noticed the dark figure standing in front of Abadon's throne yet at all.

As Abadon reached the platform, she kneeled in front of the figure. She looked marvellous in her flame gown. Her dark hair was curled and placed on top of her head, which looked gorgeous. she stared up at the figure with both fear and content.

"Princess Abadon of Helheim, Mother of Princess Lilith of Helheim, you have been presented here today in commence of your Coronation as Queen of Helheim." The figure spoke in a woman's voice. She turned, and grabbed a cushion with two items on it. One, a skull, the other, a flaming dagger. Abadon stood up, and took them, and turned to face her new subjects. "From the darkness of Svartalfheim, to the Brightness of Asgard, you will both be defiant of Death, but also Defiant to all who oppose you. You will become a mistress of both Death, and Fire, and nothing can stand in your way. All rise, for the new queen of Helheim!" The figure chanted, before pulling it's hood off.

The face terrified you. One side was human, whilst the other was nothing but bone. It was still a woman though. Abadon beamed at her people, before turning, and placing the skull and dagger back onto the red cushion, before curtseying to her people. She looked so happy. Everyone in the hall had risen from their seats, and were cheering for her.

She looked like the perfect Queen.

--

"Satana!" Abadon called, and she practically leapt on you. She hugged you and stroked your hair. "Oh I'm so glad you're okay! but we don't have time to talk. There's someone That wants to talk to you." She said, rather rushed. She grabbed your hand, and nearly dragged you across the room.

She ended up pulling you onto a rather morbid balcony, in which you faced the woman from before. The human side smiled at you. You doubted that was even possible.

"Satana, I'd like you to meet the Goddess of our realm, Hel." Abadon said. You felt slightly intimidated. Hel. This was the keeper of the underworld. "She said before she'd rather talk to you alone, so I'm gonna go..." Abadon said, before waling back inside and shutting the doors onto the Balcony.

"Umm.. Hi. I'm -" You started, curtseying. Hel held her hand up to stop you speaking.

"I know exactly who you are. My father seems rather fond of you." She said. Father?

"Wait.. who's your father?" You asked, confused. Thor? Odin? Steve?

"My father is Loki Laufeyson, god of Mischeif." She said. You suddenky wanted to punch something.

"That asshole! The bulgesucking fuck never told me had had a fucking daughter. I swear to Odin, if I ever see that nookwhiff again I will kick him where the Midgardian sun doesn't fucking shine!" You yelled, pacing back and forth and making quite odd hand gestures. Hel just laughed.

"I can see you enjoy screaming profanities about my father. I cannot blame you." She said, in between short laughs. You stopped pacing, and stared at her.

"Please don't kill me for saying all that..." You responded.

"It's fine. It quite amuses me." She says.

Hey, maybe you could end up liking her.