Harry Hook x Reader One shots {Happy to accept requests}

Harry x Daughter of Loki (give you my heart)

A/n: I am so sorry for not publishing. My test and exams have been all over the place at the moment and I have a ridiculous amount of studying to do. Thank you all for being patient.
This one is a bit of a crossover one just because I've been in a big 'MARVEL mood' and I don't really have enough time to marathon and get rid of it. Hope you enjoy (: x

The afternoon started to bore you as you layed on the rooftop and watched the clouds swirl above you. You'd already cleaned your extensive knife collection, twice. And had learnt some new tricks with your new ones. It seemed your fathers knife fetish was genetic. So were his powers, luckily.

You sighed and swung your legs over the side of the building and sat up. You created a small, little ball out of swirling mist and a soft, green glow.
"Take me to Harry."
It started bouncing at a fast pace across rooftops. A mischievous grin covered your face as you stood up and took a couple of steps back, ready to follow it. As you ran and jumped of the building, you went through a portal, landing you on the next rooftop. You scaled more buildings, running to keep up with what you were following and jumping through portals over large gaps and high climbs. You make it to the edge of a roof where you see the ball bounce towards 3 figures- Harry, Uma and Gil- on the end of the pier, before disappearing. You climb down the pipe on the side of the building, and while in the shadows, use your magic to turn you into Harry.

**scratchy record noise**

Before we continue let's clarify some things.
1. You are daughter of the god of mischief, Loki. After messing around with the teaseract you landed in Auradon and were immediately sent to the Isle of the lost
2. You had strong powers like your father, so you were able to use them on the Isle, but the barrier is able to limit them enough that they are not strong enough to help you escape.
3. As mentioned before, you have a bit of a knife fetish like your father. You are constantly building your collection and are very skilled with them.
Ok now where were we?

As you stalked towards the group you put on your best Harry impression.
"Oi lass, what're you doing pretending to be me again?" Harry turns around and just rolls his eyes. Uma tried to hide her laughter and Gil looked confusedly between the two of you.
"I bet you can't dance as awesome as I can though." You burst out into the most uncoordinated and embarrassing dance possible, sending Uma and Gil into fits of laughter, and Harry scolding and going slightly pink. You stopped to join in on their laughter, your illusions dropping back to reveal yourself.
Once you had settled down you joined them in sitting on the peer and enjoying your weekend off. As it started getting dark you all walked back to the ship. Mid way through the walk, Uma grabbed your hand and pulled you back a bit, letting Harry and Gil walk ahead and out of earshot.
"Tomorrow morning, come to the shop as me at around 7. And meet me in the kitchen. Harry wants to talk to me about something and I reckon you should take my place in the conversation."
She gives you a wink and you give her a confused but cheeky smile.

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Time skip
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That morning you had gotten up early, and snuck through the back door into the kitchen. Uma gave you a wink and gestures towards the main table where Harry was sitting, before handing you his breakfast. You studied what she was wearing and changed to match, grabbing the tray and walking out into the shop like you owned the place. You gently threw Harry's tray so it slid to just in front of him. He looked up and gave you- well Uma- a thankful nod.
"So you wanted to chat?"
"Yea about what we were talking about two days ago."
You gave him a nod like you knew what he was talking about (which you didn't) and were inviting him to keep talking.
"And I figured it'd be nice to go with your second suggestion and get her a present, like a knife. And I wanted it to be special, so it wasn't just another knife."
Your heart was sending of signals that he was talking about you, but your head was begging you not to jump to conclusions.
"I'm sure if it's a present from you it wouldn't be just another knife."
He sighs and grabs another chip.
"Well I mean that's the plan, but I figured it'd be more special if I got it specially made and designed... so I worked with Heather on the corner of the market. She looked at the drawings I did and helped me out to finish designing it and making it. It was after I promised her a week of free meals her though...."
he trailed off and winced waiting to get in trouble. You shrugged it off.
"Hey, this is an important cause, I one hundred percent back it."
Although your head was still trying to figure out what the cause was.
"Can I see it?"
You tried to hide the excitement in your voice, after all, you did have a big knife fetish.
"Y/n won't be out of bed yet will she?" He quickly scanned the shop, thankfully not looking at you as your face was filled with shock. You quickly recovered when he looked back at you.
"Nah she said she was extra tired last night and would sleep in today."
"Good." He pulls out a crumbled paper bag from his inner coat pocket and carefully placed it on the bench. You gently pull out the knife and are shocked at its beauty. It's handle was embellished with gold and green vines, matching your outfit colours, and was embellished with blood red rubies, matching Harry's coat.
"Do you think she will like it?"
You momentarily stuttered on your words, speechless at its beauty.
"Honestly Harry, she is going to love it."
His face lit up and a genuine smile hinted at the side of his mouth.
"Perfect. I'm going to go give it to her now."
You looked up at Harry in a sight panic.
"Uh are you sure I think she's still asleep-"
"Better now than never." He stood up and grabbed the knife, carefully placing it into the bag and back into his pocket. You stood paralysed, scrambling for an excuse to buy you more time.
"Harry!" Your outburst caused the whole shop to stop and look at you. You gave them glares and they all turned back around as Harry walked back.
"Yes captain?"
"Uh... she'll probably be grumpy so maybe take breakfast for her aswell. I'll go grab you some."
"That's probably for the best, thanks Uma." You gave him a nod and had to stop yourself from running into the kitchen. As soon as you burst through the doors you ran to Uma, told her she had to make you breakfast, then tan out the back door to beat Harry to your room. You quietly shut the door to your room, used your magic to change yourself into your pj's, and crawled into bed, just in time to hear Harry's boots walking down the hallway. You faked sleep as you heard a faint knock on the door, and the quiet creaked of it opening.
"Y/n?" You remained 'asleep' as he walked in and shut the door.
"Hell your even more beautiful asleep, what're you doing to me lass." His thinking bout loud comment almost made you blush. Almost. You heard his footsteps approach the side of your bed. His hand rested on your shoulder and he gently shook you to wake you up.
"Lass?"
You groaned and stretched, before sitting up.
"There you are. Started to think you'd fallen asleep for eternity." He laughed as you playfully smacked him on the arm.
"I bought you breakfast." He placed the tray on your lap. You looked up and smiled at him gratefully before you started eating. You patted the space beside you on the bed. He took his shoes off and sat beside you, leaning against the headboard.
"So what's with all the sudden niceties hook? This isn't poisoned is it?" You rose your eyebrow at him. He laughed and rolled his eyes.
"Now why would I do that to you love?"
"Oh am I love now?" You laughed and grabbed a couple more chips, shrugging of the slight redness of his cheeks.
"Well there's 2 things I wanted to give you."
You looked at him intrigued and surprised. You knew about one of them, but not the other thing. He rummaged around in his jacket pocket and pulled out a brown bag. You opened it and were met again with the beautiful knife. You didn't hold back on your adoration for it, and looked at Harry in disbelief.
"How?" He scratched the back of his head.
"I uh, designed it and got help getting it made. Do you like it?"
"It's breathtaking. I love it." This time you were met with a full, genuine smile. Which made you smile even more. You carefully placed your breakfast tray on Harry's lap and jumped out of bed. You walked over to the stand on your desk that sported your fathers knife, and gently placed Harry's one beside it. You turned around to see Harry red in the face and in shock. You jump back onto your bed and pull him in for a hug. He is still stiff from surprise, but you soon feel his arms softly wrap around you.
"Thank you Harry. It's gorgeous and I will protect it with my life." He held you closer, before pulling away, but kept his hands on your shoulders.
"Now for my second gift. You don't have to take it if you don't want to, but let's be honest, you've already taken it." You look at him slightly confused.
"Y/n, I want to give you my heart."
You look down at your hands in his, shocked.
"I want to give you my trust. And possibly my hand or last name one day. I want to give you my love. I want to give you happiness and laughter and support. I want to give you fun, and also a shoulder to lean on. I want to give you cuddles and kisses and hugs and tickles and-and-"
"Yes."
"Y-yes?" He looks at you, shock and confusion swirling in his eyes.
"Yes, I accept. And I hope you will take mine in return."
You give him a warm smile. His smile grows wide.
"Yes yes! One thousand times yes!" You laugh at his excitement, your own bubbling inside of you. You settled next to Harry, your head resting on his shoulder, your fingers intertwined with his as you stared lovingly at your new knife.
"Heather really outdid herself with the craftsmanship of that knife."
"Yea she di- hang on, I never told you Heather made it..."