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Lokixteenage!reader part 1 Loki's POV
I watched as ________ tossed and turned in her sleep. She seemed restless and in pain. Something had been off with her all day. She gripped her teddy bear and moaned in her sleep. Her (h/l)(h/c) was tangled and sweat covered her forehead. She looked like she was in great pain.
I checked up on all the Avengers every once in awhile. Sometimes caused a little trouble for them. Thor was a fool for thinking that the prison could hold me. Had he forgotten the last time I was in a cell.
_______ moaned again pulling me out of my thoughts and back to the scene in front of me. ________ was tossing and turning, tangled in the sheets. I wished there was something I could do for her. Even though she was a mortal there was something different about her, something I couldn't quite place.
"L-loki, what the....." a voice said groggily. Damn! I must have
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Thor loosened his grasp on you and you pushed yourself on the ground. You weakly crawled towards the Iron Man suit that had bunch of disconnected wires coming out of its broken surface and your eyes were filled with tears assuming Tony was dead. You saw Thor growling and shooting himself directly towards Loki without a word and they started fighting each other, not playfully like brothers but as true enemies going for the lives of one another. As you saw Loki fighting Thor with his scepter on top of his chariot, you put your hand in your ear to talk to the rest of the Avengers for help.
“Steve! Steve, Loki is here! Please, we’re very close to the Stark tower and it’s on my north. P-please, Tony is…” you couldn’t finish your sentence and held your right hand on your mouth trying to keep the pain within.
“We’re coming ____(y/n), Bruce is in our perimeter we’ll bring the whole party there!” Steve shouted vividly.
You held Tony
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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