uncle thor
“loki, your brother is here!” (y/n) called from the kitchen.
“norns.” Loki groaned. “why today?”
“BROTHER! CONGRATULATIONS!” thor shouted as soon as (y/n) let him in.
Loki flinched at his brother’s loud voice and the twins started to cry in his arms.
“thor you idiot!” loki whisper-yelled, glaring daggers at his brother. “you woke them, I just got them back to sleep!”
“I’m sorry brother, I did not mean to.” Thor said, looking like a scolded puppy.
“shh shh, it’s alright, little loves, it’s alright my sons. It’s just your uncle thor, he means no harm, he just does not yet know how to control the volume of his voice. Shhh shh, papa’s got you. I’m here. I’m here.” Loki cooed to the twins, holding them both in his strong arms.
When she’d first met loki, two years ago, (y/n) would never have thought him capable of such gentleness, such domesticity. He doted on his two day old sons, and was almost constantly in the nursery. Many times (y/n) had found him in the nursery singing, yes, singing, to his boys. She’d never expected to fall in love with him, and yet, here they were, married, and with two children, she was happy, very happy.
her boys were her life; loki, asmund, herleif. They were her universe, she’d kill to keep them safe. And she’d die before she let anything happen to them. And deep down, she knew loki would do the same for her. He was so loving, so kind, so gentle. And she loved him, with everything she was.
When loki finally got the twins calmed down, he walked over to thor and asked, “would you like to hold them?”
Thor looked shocked, he’d never expected Loki to ask him. And quite frankly, he was terrified that he’d hurt them. “I don’t know, what if I hurt them?”
Loki smiled warmly, “you won’t, just support their heads.”
Thor smiled back, “perhaps just one at a time?” he asked nervously.
Loki chuckled and handed Asmund over to thor.
“he’s so tiny.” Thor breathed.
“I know, brother, I know.” loki replied, smiling fondly at the scene. “he is.”