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justalildumpling · 2 years

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chapter 8: baby steps

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Seeing Donghyuck today felt different to all the other times you had met up.

Your hair styled, opting for something a little nicer than your usual hoodie and sweatpants, makeup a little more sparkly and colourful. You spent an embarrassingly longer time getting ready this morning, constantly checking with Chanhee if your efforts were worth being fifteen minutes late to your lecture.

You stood outside the university food hall, nervously fidgeting with the hems of your sleeves, eyes darting around campus in attempts to spot your best friend.

You heard loud boisterous laughter across the path; there you spotted a boy with warm chocolate brown hair, soft caramel skin adorning a mischievous childlike grin on his face.

Butterflies erupted around your stomach as your heart began to pick up speed. Your hands immediately flew to your hair, brushing down the stray flyaways that always seemed to reside after the occasion breeze.

“Y/N!” Haechan’s voice resonated across campus.

You had always admired his honey-like voice, so sweet and always stuck in your mind no matter how much you tried to wash it out with more relevant thoughts in your mind.

“Are you ready for the tour of your life?” Haechan grasped onto your wrist, pulling you towards him.

“And you couldn’t have given me a tour before I figured my way around campus?” You grumbled as Haechan led you down the stairs, skipping every few steps.

“You know, I’m really glad you're back,” Haechan turned around to face you. You were two steps above him, your face hovering closely over his.

A wave of silence enveloped the campus, and all you could hear was Haechan’s advice lurking at the back of your mind.

Baby steps.

With your heart hammering in your chest, you take a step towards the boy. Leaning your face oh so dangerously close to his, you could hear his breath hitch, his body visibly freezing in place, though his eyes never left yours.

“I’m glad to be back too,” You murmured as you took a step back, breaking into a smile, “I missed you a lot Pudu.”

There was a slight pause before he spoke again, his hands timidly tugging on his now red ears.

“I missed you too Y/N.”

Lee Donghyuck, or Haechan as everyone called him, was one of Kosmo’s biggest party animals. Though he hated being called a cliche, everyone knew otherwise. Big social media influence, equally as popular friends, invited to every major event and most of all, the girls loved him.

Considering his known flirty personality, one would think that he would’ve been in a relationship by the third year. But alas, there were none.

Haechan was a hopeless romantic, always daydreaming about meeting his lifelong partner, just like the cheesy rom-com movies that he had watched just a few too many times than he would like to admit.

He had always sought after that electrifying spark that was said to come after they had met the one.

But despite the countless drunk and sober encounters with the many females attending the university, he was left empty handed.

So after all these years, why was the person who had been by his side the whole time, the one who made him lose his composure?

“Uh,” He started, clearing his throat, “The guys said that they’ll meet us at the bubble tea place, should we get going?”

It would be an understatement to say that you were only a little nervous about his sudden awkwardness.

Haechan’s mind was unreadable. It didn’t matter if you had known him for a year or his whole life, it still scared you when he acted out of character.

Regardless, you persisted and still smiled, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him towards the cafe.

“That sounds perfect.”

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pairing: haechan x fem! reader

synopsis: it’s no lie that haechan only started his college matchmaking business due to his nosy personality. it’s also no lie that he was a little jealous of everyone he had helped out as he had no love life of his own. well, that was until his childhood friend moved back and mysterious love notes started appearing in his matchmaking inbox… addressed to HIM?!

genre: social media au, college au, fluff, crack, one sided pining, best friends to lovers

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol

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sundaynightlive · 10 months

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In Chaos There is a Kosmo, In All Disorder a Secret Relationship (Klance)

(Title - partial quote from Carl Jung)

“Hey—stop it!” Lance hisses, bolting from his office to where Keith is mindlessly toying with his Harry Potter Legos—his Harry Potter Legos (and all his Legos, really) are intensely important to him, and if Keith breaks any part of that glorious castle—

“I’m being careful,” Keith insists, pulling the Lego Hermione out of Lance’s reach, “I promise.”

Lance melts. He can’t not when Keith is looking up at him with those soft eyes and jutting his bottom lip out the slightest bit. Lance sits down across from him.

The castle sits next in the midst of a wide, glass coffee table in their little living room. It’s the best place for it, and it makes a nice centerpiece. Keith hadn’t been sure about it at first, but he came around once it was actually built.

It is pretty cool, he’d said.

“Sorry,” Lance mumbled, “You're a fully adult man, I don’t know why—“

“It’s important to you,” Keith interrupts, “I get it. I should’ve asked.”

Lance smiles softly—they haven’t always been this… functional. If they were still sixteen, they’d definitely be arguing about this. But here they are, twenty-two, behaving like a well-oiled machine.

It burns something warm and full in Lance’s chest, that he and his partner have been together six entire years and have only gotten better at it. He can’t wait to marry this man, can’t wait to see his face when he proposes. God, he’s hopeless.

Lance crawls over and pulls Keith’s lips to his own. Lego Hermione is discarded carefully on the table as Keith focuses all his attention on Lance. Fingers cupping his head, mouth earnest—that’s his boy.

Three knocks on the door.

They tear apart.

“Who the fuck—“

“Open uuuuuup,” that’s definitely Hunk, which would not be such an issue if Hunk knew. But nobody knows, least of all them. Lance was gonna tell them before he proposed, sit them down around a dinner table and lay it all out piece by piece, lie by lie.

This is bad.

“Oh my fucking god,” Keith breathes.

“We’re fucked,” Lance agrees, getting to his feet and helping up his boyfriend. “We’re so fucked. They’re never gonna forgive me—“

“Where do you want me?” Keith asks, “What do I do? Hide?”

“Yeah, you and every picture of us on the wall?” Lance hisses.

Hunk and Pidge have only been here in passing, never once stepping foot in Lance’s “bachelor pad” which they so affectionately and inaccurately called it. It wasn’t for lack of wanting to—they’d asked him to host a ton of times, but he’d always make some excuse or flat out say he didn’t like the idea of people in his space.

Little did they know it’s because he doesn’t live alone, he’s nowhere near a bachelor, and he hasn’t been since high school.

And he never told them.

In six years.

He’s unforgivable.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he’s muttering. Keith hurries into the bedroom as another round of knocks and some teasing come from behind the front door.

Furiously red and figuratively shitting his pants, he goes to answer.

“Busy?” Pidge asks when he opens it—and of course they’re here, too. As if this situation was not already bad enough with just Hunk—if they ask to come in Lance is well and truly boned.

“Is that Lizzie?” Hunk asks, and for a second, Lance is absolutely perplexed. He’s wedged in the sliver of the door he’s barely opened, trying to block their view of the apartment he very obviously could not afford by himself, and Hunk’s talking about someone named—oh. His brow furrows—but yes, reckless driving by Lizzie McAlpine is softly floating out from the Alexa somewhere behind him.

“Yeah,” he says, “What are you doing here?”

Hunk’s grin falls away. Lance feels a sharp pang of guilt in his chest—he wants this to be simple. He should’ve told them years ago, but it was complicated. Hell, Keith’s brother doesn’t even know and he stayed here for a week.

One hell of a week.

He could say they value their privacy, but mostly they’re just selfish. Contrary to popular belief, Lance is a quiet lover. Shouting it from the rooftops? Sure.

Coming home to something that’s inexplicably his? Not having to answer questions, not having people constantly asking after his boyfriend?It’s just… nice. It’s nice to be known so intimately. It’s nice to be them. No one else—just them.

“We brought takeout,” Hunk says, lifting up a bag Lance had not noticed, “We thought—“

And then, proving once and for all that the universe is not and has never been in favor of Lance McClain, Kosmo darts through the narrow space between Lance’s ankle and the door frame, and shoots down the hallway. Pidge jumps back, startled, and Hunk catches them by the shoulders, dropping the takeout. Lance, endlessly more concerned about Keith’s cat than his dirty little secret, throws open the door and is bounding down the hall in a second.

He hears a door open and close—Keith has clearly heard and is also blasting out past Hunk and Pidge, which is good, because where Lance is fast, Keith is agile. Lance gets around Kosmo and in front of the steps, at which point the animal does some insane, ineffable maneuver that sends him back the other way. When Kosmo tries to dodge Keith’s grasp, the boy literally jumps, tucks and rolls, snatching Kosmo firmly against his chest.

The cat doesn’t even wiggle—it’s as if this has all been a fun little game of tag and now that he’s safely back in his dad’s arms, everything is alright.

You know, except Hunk and Pidge.

“Look what you did,” Keith accuses sweetly as Kosmo bumps his nose into the boy’s chin. “You got papí in trouble.”

Kosmo meows in response. Keith returns to the apartment while Lance wracks his brain for what to say. Hunk and Pidge are torn between gaping at Keith—who they have rarely seen since high school—with wide eyes, and Lance, eerily silent and so, so boned.

“Go on in,” Lance says finally, gesturing toward the apartment, “We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

#klance #secret relationship #keith kogane #lance mcclain #ficlet #fanfiction #gay #lgbtq #voltron: legendary defender #writer #fic rec #vld kosmo #cat #no I don’t just write steddie #lego hogwarts #lego harry potter

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ikimaru · 1 year

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Hey sunny love your drawings and comics! I think your AMV is the one that got me in the Klance fandom without even having heard of voltron before XD. I really like the last update Of your VR comic and can't help but be like "Keith your best option is to tell the truth, apologies and pray that after some time, and help from his friends, Lance will forgive you and start talking to you again". Also, will we see more of the fate of the lion toy later? I just think this part is soooo cute!

Anon: KEITH HAVING A STRESS ATTACK OVER ASKING OUT LANCE WAS EXECUTED PERFECTLY SUNNY IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT also kosmo being best boy as always (did lance ever get the plush back?? lmao)

heyy thank you so much! <3

we shall see ;) and yes there's gonna be more about that plushie lol

#Sunnyasks

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callmelyc · 11 months

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Thinking about Keith away on a bom mission with kos and the guy he's gathering Intel from is crafty, fights dirty and most importantly: He has his own kosmo.

It's a rough fight, Keith wasn't at his best he should've known better but he went in alone anyways.

All he can think while dodging hit after hit is how much lance is gonna rip him to pieces for being so reckless again. Hell he'd be the first to admit he deserves it but he can't be thinking about lance right now. Every stray thought, every image of lances worried eyes is a distraction he can't afford.

So Keith pushes through with as much strength he can muster. The guy is blinking in and out of existence faster than any lightning strike, almost too fast for Keith's galra eyes to see but just bright enough to spot in this dingy building.

Keith tries to utilize his own cosmic wolf the same way this man seems to be. Blinking in and out in a dance of lightning and clashes of thunder, but he slips up...

It only takes a tic, one small instance where his hand missed the clawed hand slicing down at him.

The injury he gains from this is the worst he's had in a long while...

The blood loss is near instantaneous when the metal claws leave his side. It makes him dizzy, nauseous with the taste of copper the moment they snap away from his skin but if he gives up now lance would kill him-

Lancelancelance

Oh God what would he do if he hurt lance by dying like this....

As he falls to the floor hand grasping at the wound weakly attempt to stunt the bleeding, he wraps an arm around a worried kosmo.

His last thoughts while feeling kosmo blink away is of lances face looking down at him in worry. Keith could almost swear he felt lances arms around him then and could even say they felt real....if just for a moment.

Que a kosmo so worried he does the impossible.

He blinks them To the person he knows would help Keith, the one they both trust without a second thought, their safe space, their home- He blinks them to lance sending a dying Keith right into lances arms in the middle of the Atlas, in the middle of a meeting.

"Keith?!"

And kosmo knows he did the right thing when lance starts barking orders getting Keith to a pod and coming back to make sure kosmo is safe too.

He feels a gentle hand pet his head "good job kosmo, you did so good baby boy"

Kosmo weakly nudged the hand too tired to do much else and gains a wet chuckle from lance "rest up bud, you saved his life....thank you for bringing him to me.."

#klance #lance vld #vld lance #lance mcclain #keith x lance #voltron

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silentwillowwhisperer · 1 year

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Guys. Yes, s8 was a pretty trash ending. Buuuut, they gave us Kosmo! My baby! And again, the end scenes were really horrible, (mostly for Lance) but OH MY GOSH have you SEEN how BIG Kosmo is??? THERE'S SO MUCH FLOOF!!!!!

I also want to say that I am incredibly upset that yesterday's post was actually posted exactly at 12AM, and therefore my daily posting streak is broken. I'm pretty salty right now. Keith in this post is me right now.

Anyway, this is on the Atlas, so it includes the MFE fighters and crew.

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Kosmo is absolutely the best boy.

Most of the time.

Right now, he is a demon. You see, he is the most obedient canine in existence, and is the sweetest puppy you'll ever meet, but he HATES baths.

He'll gladly swim through a swamp, or run around in rain that makes him smell like an odd mixture of lavender and socks.

But he HATES baths.

And when Keith tries to wash him, all Hell breaks loose.

It's a fairly calm day, at least compared to the rest of their time spent in space.

They came back a few hours ago from a planet entirely covered in marshes.

Kosmo, as usual was a great help, but the last time anyone saw Keith, the guy was chasing his wolf all over the Atlas.

The paladins and MFE fighters are trying to get to know each other better by playing 21 questions.

Hunk is in the middle of gushing about yeast with Kincade when Keith bursts in.

"Where is that DAMN DOG?"

Lance arches an eyebrow so high it flies right out of the ship and into the land of skepticism.

"Really, Keith? It's been hours since we got back. You can take down a six foot extremist purple (deformed) space cat, but you can't catch a wolf?"

Keith makes a face that almost looks like pout.

"Well, I would have caught him by now if he wasn't trying to MURDER me! So far I have been attacked by a training gladiator set on the absolute HIGHEST level, ejected into space, face planet in Collen's poop-fertilizer, gotten my hand set on fire thanks to a stove that randomly turned on, ran into SEVEN doorways, and knocked out by those gas samples we retrieved from that weird planet we visited the other day. KOSMO IS OUT TO GET ME. I just want to clean his goddamn floof!"

"Did you just say floof?" Pidge comments.

"THAT'S what you got from my whole rant? REALLY?"

Keith looks like he's about to continue his rant, when his eyes widen and his mouth presses into a firm line.

Everyone follows his gaze to where a glowing blue tail is peeking out from behind the couch.

Without any warning, Keith lunges towards it with his whole body. Like, he genuinely throws himself at it.

For a second, it looks like he's going to land on top of Kosmo and finally be able to bathe the wolf.

This, however is not the case.

Kosmo teleports out at the last second, causing Keith to land sprawled out across the floor with a painful sounding thump. That's most definitely gonna leave a mark.

Keith groans loudly.

He flips over so that he's laying on his back, but stays down.

Lifting his head just enough to look in front of him, he sees that Kosmo, the traitorous wolf, has trotted over to sit directly next to Lance.

And Lance, the traitorous paladin, makes no move to grab him.

Keith flips them both off. Kosmo can stay dirty. He'll suffer the consequences when those wicked thorns in his fur stab him while he sleeps. No, it's not petty. Okay, so it's a little petty, but Keith is ready to stoop lower than dirt at this point.

Nicknames for Kosmo (all by Lance):

Kosmic slushie

Komic book

Karrot cake

Wolfie

BKFF (Best Kosmic Wolfie Friend)

BFW (Big Friendly Wolf)

The Beast (Lance is Beauty, obviously) (though Kosmo and Keith kind of share that one. It's Lance's logic, don't question it. That's Keith's job.)

The Kosmopolitan museum

Komic Sans

The Kute Kosmic Kritter

The amount of red lines that are under these nicknames is quite annoying.

#kosmo #kosmo vld #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #lance mcclain #tawny post

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bobgoesw00t · 8 months

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Started watching Ashoka and HOLY SHIT SUDIRIWODJFHAOXNFOSJFJAOFJRO GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I WANT A BIG FLUFFY HOWLER OF MY VERY OWN!!! I MEAN LOOK AT THIS GIANT FLOOFY ALIEN WOLF!!!

IT JUST WANTS SABINE TO GIVE IT ALL THE LOVE IT NEEDS AND DESERVES FOR BEING A GOOD BOY!!!!!!!

I bet they give the best kisses of all the big alien doggo/wolf creatures…other than Kosmo from Voltron of course x3

#ashoka series #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld kosmo #kosmo #howler #big fluffy wolfs #floofy dogs #so floofy #so cute #can i take it home #i want one #it just wants love #give it all the love #star wars

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kidgetrash · 1 year

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Heyy , ever since you said that every questions of the ship meme were done, I was wondering another question: what were the thoughts of their friends and family about them being a couple ? Like , the reactions?

This is great! I so enjoyed doing this one!

Team Voltron:

Shiro: Shiro is so happy not only for Keith, but for Pidge. Until Krolia came into his life he had no one to call his own for a long time, and this was not only different but meant he was finding his own family (excluding the team who obviously he is close with but not close with). He knows family is important to Pidge too and that Keith has just been unofficially adopted into the Holt clan.

Lance: Oh, Lance. AND JUST HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GONG ON UNDER HIS NOSE?! He goes through the five stages of grief trying to get his head around the fact two of his best friends are now romantically entangled! Nope, this is some sick joke, where's the Earth calendar, it must be April Fools! Mullet?!?! And Pidge?!?! How dare he steal her innocence by actually loving her!?! Listen, Pidge, if you were that desperate for a relationship, I can date you, just to give you the experience, and then you can go back to being you and not being a girl who does...things with mullet. No? He pouts for about a week and won't speak to either of them. Finally, acceptance. If that's what makes you guys happy, then fine. But if you hurt her...

Hunk: Teary-eyed, excited, great big group bear hugs during which Pidge pulls a face and Keith secretly enjoys because honestly he's touch starved but doesn't realise it. Hunk offers to cook them a fancy meal for date night, he just needs a few days to source the perfect ingredients!

Allura: So happy for them. She gets excited thinking this means Pidge will start wearing girly clothes and makeup for dates. Is very disappointed when this isn't the case.

Coran: "Oh, I thought you were already an item. Isn't that why you were always undressing each other with your eyes at the dinner table? No? Oh well, I look forward to seeing what human courtship rituals entail. Now, go ahead and act natural." *starts observing them both far too closely until Allura drags him away and has a quiet word about boundaries.*

The Holt Family:

Sam: Can't believe his little girl is growing up so fast. Realises how much Keith has changed since his days as a garrison cadet and that they are probably going to be good for one another. But it's just a nice simple innocent relationship. Will not tolerate thinking about his little girl being...active!

Colleen: KNEW IT! She called it months ago, and has been asking very indirect direct questions that only a mom can get away with. "Why don't you invite Keith to family game night this week?" Appearing in the garrison mess hall and acting surprised that they're together, then joining them for lunch. "So, Keith. What's new? Katie told me about just how form-fitting your Blade uniform is..." "MOM!!!"

Matt: Happy for them, but still has the big brother talk with Keith. He remembers just how disruptive he was back in the old days when he was a cadet and hoped that, as he appeared now, he had matured beyond his fiery temper. He had watched them together though, and could see how tenderly he looked at his sister, which did set his mind at rest but also made him contemplate far too much how Pidge had grown (glowed?) up, and how happy he made her. He's absolutely ready to go to bat for her if Keith ever does anything to hurt her!

Krolia: This man before her, the little boy she wasn't sure she would ever see again, in love! She knows a relationship between a human and a galra (even half) can be tricky, but also how rewarding. She can see just how happy the smallest paladin makes him and hopes that now the war is over they can have the relationship she always wished she could have had.

Bonus:

Bae Bae and Kosmo: NEW ADOPTED SIBLING AND PLAYMATE!

Ask me my Kidge headcanons!

#kidge #kidgetrash asks #voltron #voltron headcanons #kidge headcanons #katie holt #keith kogane #pidge gunderson #matt holt #shiro #lance #hunk

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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I have you || Chapter Fourteen ||

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After a month of adjustment, Loki had organised a day when he would finally move away from Asgard to your kingdom. He would not join you on the throne until the next spring, as was tradition in your world. You and Serenity were very serious girls when it came to their beliefs on marriage.

Serenity wanted to remain unmarried for the longest possible time. You would marry Loki tomorrow had you not been raised to tradition.

Frigga was sad to see her beloved child move away but she knew that if Loki stayed, he would not be able to give his children all the best possible childhood while still stuck in a place that held so many bad memories. Frigga knew that Loki wanted to give his children the best possible childhood and he couldn’t do that in Asgard.

Standing on the Bifrost, Loki turned to her mother and smiled lovingly at her, walking over and allowing Frigga to embrace her as if she was young again. Loki felt safe in her mother’s arms and smiled to herself when Frigga’s gentle caress went into her hair. The hug lasted for as long as they could manage before Loki reluctantly pulled away and smiled sheepishly at Frigga before returning to your side.

Silently, Sleipnir walked up to Frigga and tugged on her skirts and she looked down at him curiously before picking him up with a small smile on her face, “hello, little Prince! Just remember that you are always welcome in Asgard as much as Loki is, okay? You are welcome here now; you are no longer feared.”

The reassurance made Sleipnir grin and hug Frigga tighter, wrapping his little arms around Frigga’s neck with a gentle smile, careful not to harm his loving grandmother. The young boy now understood why Loki loved her so much and, when he was walking back to you, Fenrir and his mummy, he turned to wave at Frigga one last time.

“Wait!” Came a call from half-way down the Bifrost as Heimdall was about to open it. Thor came into the observatory and stood in front of Loki with a frown, “sister do not leave just yet! I still need you to guide me!”

Loki stared at her brother for a moment before shaking her head and patting his shoulder gently, looking up into the deep eyes of her brother, “if you needed me, Thor, you would still be five hundred years old and unable to hold a broadsword,” Loki joked, and Thor laughed softly as he stared down at his little sister.

“How do I know that you will not try to take over Midgard again, sister?” Thor murmured and Loki laughed before hugging Thor tight. The siblings held each other for a long moment, a small smile playing on both of their lips as they embraced.

When they broke away, Loki shrugged and looked over to you, “you’ll just have to trust Y/N when she says that I’m completely past that. I’m going to miss you, Thor,” Loki mumbled and if he heard Thor’s surprised sob, he never made a single remark.

After the Bifrost opened and the small family landed on Midgard’s Moon, Loki looked up at the sky with tearful eyes and said his final blessing to Thor’s time on the throne before linking hands with you and walking into the castle, narrowly avoiding the two pets that you lived with; a direwolf named Kosmo and a border collie from Midgard named Lassie.

You had saved Kosmo from a burning building back in your home. He was just nine weeks old and suffering when you found him and brought him back to full health with the help of Serenity. Serenity had her doubts about the wolf but when presented with the only other pup of the litter, a runt, albino, she fell in love instantly and agreed to nurse them back to health.

Lassie was saved off a street on Midgard after being abandoned by her other family. She was only about a year old when you found her and somehow, you related to the young pup thanks to your own abandoning. Your father rightfully abandoned you to save you, but you still held a grudge. You still kept in touch with your father yet Serenity was adored by the man. Lassie's black and white coat enchanted you and made you love the small pup even more and you just couldn’t see why her old owners would abandon her.

The two pups skidded across the marble floor and you giggled in delight when you saw your beloved Lassie look around in confusion because she had missed her cuddle target but when she saw you again, she quickly got to her paws and ran over to you and ran between your legs in an eight motion.

“Mummy is happy to see you too, pupper! My cute little fluffy girl!” you squealed and kissed all over the dog’s face with a smile.

Loki watched awkwardly, holding Sleipnir in her arms as she watched you reunite with her pups. Fenrir looked at the dog and wolf curiously before a giant smirk appeared on his lips and he shifted into his wolf form, making sure to be a bit smaller so that he didn’t destroy the foyer. Kosmo took one look at Fenrir, looked over to Lassie and huffed before retreating through a door much to Fenrir’s amusement.

Loki sighed and shook her head affectionately at her son before shrugging and walking over to you and kissing you gently, “come, love, weren’t you going to show us around your beautiful castle?”

You turned your head to look at Loki before it clicked in your mind and you grinned sheepishly, “oh, yes! Much has changed since the last time you came to stay here! One thing, your room here hasn’t been changed but I thought you might appreciate all your clothes being transferred into my room.”

Loki smiled lovingly and kissed your cheek before nodding and walking over to the shoe rack and taking off her black heels, smiling lovingly when she sees that she still has her designated clothes hook to match. Shrugging off the green furry coat that Frigga had made for her, Loki smiled lovingly at the marble walls and the carvings that she and you had made every time they had a date. Things were easier back before Thor was announced as Crown Prince, Loki had been able to breathe better without that knowledge.

“Your mind is your greatest poison, my love, I can hear the way you begin to doubt yourself,” you whispered as you walked up to her and wrapped your arms around her waist and Loki giggled in response before sighing.

She had missed this, just the quiet between her and you that had always felt the most comfortable when wrapped in either of their arms. You smiled softly as you stroked Loki’s stomach gently and you breathed out a laugh, “you know? I am the pregnant one and yet, I am treating you as if you were in my place.”

Loki snorted and got out of your arms before walking behind you and picking you up bridal style, the bump of your belly evident now that your body was folded like this. You looked perfect when holding Loki’s baby, why hadn’t she gotten her beloved pregnant before this? With a jolt, Loki remembered that almost two years ago, she had indeed almost had a baby with you. Odin prevented that while tossing Loki from the Bifrost.

Loki frowned as she held you tighter to her while thinking about how her Kingdom was before her fall. Suddenly, an idea sprung to mind, and Loki looked deep into your eyes while smiling, “let's bring those who are loyal only to me here to the Moon! That way, Thor won’t get such a backlash and your kingdom will thrive with people again. Let’s face it, the Moon has been way too barren since the Moon War of 1852.”

You sighed sadly and nodded as you looked out at the city that used to be bustling with merchants, lords and commoners that made the Moon your home. You hadn’t thought that your home would look like this ever, your mother had kept the Castle in pristine condition until the war and now that she was dead, the Moon lost its beauty. “Yeah,” you mumbled, your arms wrapping around yourself with a deep frown, “we’ll even bring the little girl you made friends with, she looked so happy to study magic.”

“Little Estrid?” Loki mumbled, looking through her broken mind to find the little girl who had welcomed her into her village, “she had powerful seiðr and I am very proud of her growth. She deserves to know all of her magic.”

You smiled softly and shrugged before turning your gaze to the green planet that belonged to your sister, “think that Jörmungandr is really there? Serenity told man tales about him on Midgard, but I didn’t know if she was telling the truth.”

“She was telling the truth, Y/N. I trust that she is telling the truth and Jörmungandr is alive on Midgard waiting for me,” Loki breathed, unable to imagine a world where his son died before he could ever meet the poor boy.

Loki sighed sadly and his hand flashed green before his clothes changed to a simple tunic and leggings, his boots replaced with green slippers and his hair became braided in a way that was traditional to Asgard. He longed to go to Midgard immediately to get his son, but you had convinced him to wait until tomorrow.

The day was spent with Sleipnir and Fenrir getting settled into their home, occasional screaming of arguments sounding throughout the silent halls as they fought over bedrooms. With a smile, Loki sipped his cup of tea and allowed this new feeling of love to consume him.

An hour later, Loki opened a meeting room door and stepped into the room, smiling politely when he saw Healer Falanson waiting for him. Upon hearing the door opening, Falanson looked up from his files and greeted Loki with a warm smile, "Loki, do come in."

The God took a seat on the chair opposite the Healer and sighed, pushing away his nerves before looking directly at Falanson. "I'm ready," he whispered softly, his hands trembling as he struggled to carry on looking at the Healer, "to tell you about what happened after the Bifrost."

Falanson immediately straightened and placed his file down to lean forward in his chair. "Go on," the Healer gently urged the Prince, his smile comforting him while the God attempted to find the right words.

With a sigh, Loki's hands lit up green and an image appeared above his palms. Falanson watched with intrigue as his story played out through his illusion, occasionally checking up on how Loki was feeling. Halfway through, the Healer saw Loki struggling to watch so he gently raised a hand and smiled before whispering, "let's leave it here."

"But-" Loki began to protest but Falanson interrupted gently.

"Your trauma from this event is still fresh, my Prince, we can continue when you are ready. Today is not that day," the healer smiled at Loki and saw the disappointment in his eyes, "forgive me, my Prince, I just think you need to rest. This last year has been so difficult for you and your mental state."

Loki sighed and leaned back in his chest, running his fingers through his hair. "Alright then," Loki relented, standing from his chair and smiling at the healer, "I will send you a letter when I am ready to meet again."

When the sun rose the next day, Loki left for Midgard with you, leaving Sleipnir in the care of his eldest brother. Loki trusted Fenrir not to burn the castle down, as he had promised. Then again, he was a Lokison for a reason. Son of the God of Lies.

Appearing on the shores of Norway, you cooed at the pleasant atmosphere and your shirt and leggings melted away into a lovely blue sundress with white sandals and a beach hat. Loki smiled at your attention to the view as he looked out at the ocean. He was here to find his son; he didn’t care if his best outfit got ruined when he walked into that water. Cold or not, he was getting his son.

While you stayed on the shore of the Norwegian beach, Loki waded into the shallows of the ocean. Taking a deep breath, Loki dived under the water and used his seiðr to make sure that breath lasted him as long as it needed to. Loki swam beyond how far you could see and when he knew he was totally surrounded by ocean, no sign of the Norwegian coast in sight. He would not let his body go into panic, regulating his breathing and taking a deep breath again before sinking underwater and reaching out, opening his seiðr to his surroundings, allowing any magical creatures to find him.

He had created the spell a century after Jörmungandr had been banished. He knew that one day he would need to find his son so he set out to make a spell that will help his son find him.

And so, Loki waited. Underwater, in the dark and completely alone. All he could hear was the water affecting the sound of his heartbeat and after a while, he was thrown out of the water and high into the air. Quickly using seiðr to stabilise himself in the air, Loki looked down at the ocean only to see a ginormous serpent’s head staring back at him.

“Is it too much to ask that I am left alone? I asked over and over again to other pitiful visitors. Why can’t mortals leave me to my exile?” The giant serpent, his son, spoke in a rumbling voice that moved the ocean around his scales.

Loki frowned as he took a look at his son. He had grown in four hundred years; he could tell but he could also see that he had not been given the correct nutrients that he needed to grow bigger before this age. Nutrients that he would have gotten from Angrboða. Loki lowered himself to be at eye-level with his son and he smiled sadly, “I am here to say that you have been freed from your exile. I am here to collect my son now that the Allfather is dead.”

“You jest!” the snake snarled and its grand tail lifted from the ocean, ready to swat Loki away but the God held it down with his seiðr and Jörmungandr stared at him in surprise, “I have not been overpowered before! Who are you? My father cannot visit me! Instead, he sends…”

“Queen Serenity of Midgard, I know,” Loki replied and smiled lovingly at his son, who looked stunned by the confident response.

Jörmungandr considered this tiny man, how he had the same eyes as this man and how Serenity had once told him what his father looked like. This man looked exactly how Serenity had once thought to describe him, he was someone who looked like he could both seduce a woman into submission but also lead an army into a glorious battle if he so needed. Serenity had come to him after the battle of New York to ramble about how the God had taken over, leading an invasion of Chitauri in his wake.

“My son… if I have brought you too much pain by my being here then I shall respect your wish for privacy if you so need it. I know that you have been stuck here for centuries, you had to hatch quickly and alone… Your mother and I wished for you to hatch with us but Odin was far too quick on his trek to get rid of my child,” Loki sighed and reached his hand out to hold his sons enormous head in his tiny hands, but he had to lower his hands when Jörmungandr flinched away from the offer.

The giant snake considered the explanation before rising as high as his body could out of the water, making sure that Loki was stood on his head before he turned and started to swim towards the shore. The giant snake made great time for getting to shore, arriving in under fifteen minutes. You were waiting on the shore for Loki to return and you backed away on instinct when you saw the giant form of Jörmungandr, but you regained yourself, wading into the shallows to meet your fiancé and his second son.

Once Loki was lowered onto the shore, Jörmungandr turned to disappear beyond the waves but was stopped when Loki gained his voice and called to him, “you’re leaving? My son, I hoped I had convinced you. I want you to come home with me, please,” the God sighed and lowered his head as a way to brace himself for rejection.

Jörmungandr turned to glare at Loki but he sighed and laid his head on the beach, looking up at his father with deepening sadness, “the ocean is all I have ever known, father, what more am I without it?”

What more than that? Hissed in Loki’s brain, a recollection of his argument with Odin in the vaults before his time as King. Loki sighed and realised that this was the Norns gift to him, to give Jörmungandr the answer that he, himself, wanted to hear all those years past.

“What are you without it? Jörmungandr, you would be the same... no matter where you live or what you look like... always know that you are my son! I love you and your brothers and sister... I left you to your fate here... I couldn’t stop it so let me stop it now by you coming home with me. Please, my son? Let me be the father to you that Odin never was for me,” Loki begged, walking up to Jörmungandr and stroking the beautiful scales on his nose.

The giant serpent gave a shuddering sigh in relief, happy to be reassured by his father, showing that he was loved beyond his might and size as a Midgard serpent, destined to destroy Asgard. In his father's eyes, he was just Jörmungandr Lokison.

“I want to come home,” came the begging reply from the snake before he even realised it, “please let me come home.”

Loki released a laugh of relief before activating his seiðr to access Jörmungandr’s dormant shapeshifting ability, turning his son into the eight-Midgardian-year old that he was. Upon seeing his boy kneeling before him, looking so similar to how Angrboða had looked, Loki choked on a sob and pulled him into his arms. The boy took a while to get past the shock but when he did, he hugged Loki tight and nuzzled his head into his father’s neck.

You smiled as you walked up to the parent and child, kneeling beside them as the water seeped into their clothes, none of them caring in that moment of peace. You broke yourself from the moment long enough to make sure that you gave Jörmungandr a suitable blue Aesir tunic and leather pants for his dignity while you kept to your part of the embrace.

Jörmungandr turned his head to the new arrival and stared at you with obvious curiosity, “who are you? How do you know my father?”

You smiled kindly and rubbed Jörmungandr’s back, “I am Y/N Y/L/N... I am your father’s soulmate. I may not be Angrboða but... if you could one day see me as your mother, I would be beyond happy.”

The boy considered you before nodding his head and reaching out for you, smiling when you took him from Loki and encased him in your own bear hug, “I didn’t know my birth mother. You are my mother... I accept you.”

Tears sprung into your eyes and you smiled brightly, kissing the boy’s head before standing up, holding Jörmungandr on your hip and offering Loki your free hand, which was instantly taken.

Loki was about to teleport all of them back to the Moon Kingdom before Jörmungandr spoke up, his voice small and nervous, “can we camp here for the night? I want to stay by the sea, just for one more night.”

Who were they to say no? Loki guided you and Jörmungandr up the cliff and they set up a tent big enough for five people right near the edge, pinning it to the ground. With reassurance that he would be back, Loki left the tent and disappeared from view.

Left alone with a woman he had never met before but had readily accepted as his mother, Jörmungandr gazed over at her with masked curiosity. What made her so special as to grab his father’s attention?

You quickly caught him staring and smiled fondly, walking over to him and sitting beside him before staring up at the stars, “they’re beautiful. I remember growing up and mapping every single star, it all fascinated me. Then I spent more time in Asgard, with your father... I got so used to their stars and constellations... Seeing my own again is... somehow strange,” you murmured more to yourself than to Jörmungandr, but he listened anyway.

“I bet the view of Asgard’s stars is much better than these Midgardian ones. I recall when I was little, I used to swim to the surface and look to the stars... I knew I had a family somewhere and they wanted me. I held onto that hope, but it faded as time went by. I had to hide in the deepest depths of this planet so Midgardians could not find me and experiment. I was scared for hundreds of years until they stopped fishing in my territory when my venom came in,” the young boy smiled up at the stars, “I bit one fellow by accident... he was diving too low for my liking, so I playfully nipped his leg. He didn’t make it to the surface. I only wanted to scare him!”

You watched Jörmungandr with a frown before running your nails through his silver and black locks, “I understand. Midgardians tend to kill what they don’t understand. If that man hadn’t died, he would have killed you, even if you were being mischievous. But just remember that you shouldn’t abuse your venom, either.”

Jörmungandr nodded before smiling up at you, resting his head on your shoulder and staring up at the sky, “I tried it on a mouse, earlier. It seems that I lose my venom when I take this form. I’m glad for that, I wouldn’t want to hurt you or father.”

“I’m sure we’d understand if you did it accidentally, Jörmungandr. Loki, especially! He’d be so surprised to see you having such a talent that I doubt he would even be mad if he saw your venom,” you gushed and the boy’s cheeks reddened at the praise from his new mother and he shuffled a little closer to you, seeking your comfort.

Jörmungandr hadn’t expected that, following the sunset, he would have a family when he woke up this morning. He has resigned himself to an idle exploration of the Midgardian oceans that he had toured constantly for the past four hundred years. But now that the sun was set, Jörmungandr found himself even happier than he had ever felt before.

“I’m back,” came the familiar voice of Loki behind the two and when Jörmungandr turned to look at Loki, he saw a small child in his father’s arms with a boy standing by his side who seemed to be older than him but not by much.

Jörmungandr nervously got to his feet and stood just a few meters away from Loki and the other children, unsure whether it was alright for him to go to them and embrace them. With a push from you, he stepped forward and smiled uncertainly at the boys that he supposed were his brothers, “a pleasure. I am Jörmungandr Lokison. You both are...?”

The elder of the two boys gazed at Jörmungandr as if trying to determine friend or foe before smiling and walking over to him, engulfing him in a gentle hug, “I am Fenrir Lokison. It’s a pleasure to meet my younger brother, at last.”

Jörmungandr smiled weakly and hugged his elder brother tight before feeling a tug on his pant leg and when he looked down, he smiled at his younger brother, “why hello there! And what is your name?”

Sleipnir giggled at the attention and squealed when he was lifted into Jörmungandr’s arms, “my name is Sleipnir Lokison! It’s very nice to meet you, Jörmy!”

Laughing at the new nickname, Jörmungandr rubbed Sleipnir’s back as he looked over at Loki with a lopsided grin, “how big is our family, father? Is this it? Are we whole again?”

That made Loki frown and the boy knew instantly that their little family wasn’t full yet, they needed someone more. Resignedly, Loki sat on the grass and stared out to the ocean and the darkening sky meeting it, his boys following soon after and sitting on all sides of him.

“We have... we have one left...” Loki murmured, and a tear escaped his eye as he thought back to his beautiful Hel.

“Then we will find her, father, and we will make her feel welcome in our home again,” Fenrir promised and held Loki’s hand tight with a deep frown on his face, “we will not stop until we find our little sister and keep her safe!”

Loki smiled in relief at the knowledge that he will not be doing this alone and he stroked his children’s hair before guiding them inside the tent. After tucking Sleipnir into bed and kissing his head, he headed to the doorway of Fenrir and Jörmungandr’s room since they insisted, they must sleep in the same room.

“Comfy?” Loki asked and they both nodded, making Loki smile and he dipped down to kiss their heads and even chuckled at their playful attempt to get away from his love, “goodnight boys.”

“G’night, papa,” came the reply from both of them and Loki froze for a moment before smiling and walking away into the master bedroom of the tent.

Getting into bed beside you, Loki nuzzled his head into your neck and his hand took its place on your stomach. Instinctively, you ran your nails through his hair with a gentle smile as if you knew that Loki was beyond content with his life right now. He had you. You had him. They had their children. Life was almost fixed for the both of them.

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