Summary: Loki watches you with your child, and he can’t get over the way it makes him feel.
Warnings/Notes: This is a “sequel” of sorts to TogetherandAs One. You were pregnant, and now you are the mother of Loki’s baby boy. If this sort of thing throws you out of a fic or triggers anything horrible in you, I’m sorry. I just wanted to give Loki something like this. Next week’s lullaby will not feature a cis-female Reader.
Never Alone
Growing up where he did, and how, Loki had never put much stock in the idea of miracles.
He had what he needed, most of the time, and whenever Asgard could not provide something else that he needed, it made sure to crush him under a thousand other weights to distract him from whatever was missing. There were no miracles to put him on the throne instead of his war-hungry brother. There were no miracles to save him when everything he thought he’d known began to crumble in around him. For the briefest of moments there after he let himself drop off of the Bifrost, he thought maybe he might be rescued by a miracle, or else find his miraculous peace in a permanent sleep, but…well, he’d very quickly realized how very wrong he was. After that, he was far too deep in the mire of torture and misery to even remember what the word “miracle” meant anymore.
