pairings: loki laufeyson x doctor!mom!reader, mentions of tony stark, natasha romanoff, steve rogers, oc, and thor odinson
warnings: a child, y/n is a mom, dad!loki who is probably a little ooc but i hope that's okay, y/n is a doctor but there's no real detail, it's just alluded to, mentions of an absent father, mentions of adoption
about: They're dating and she has a toddler from a previous relationship that ended badly. Loki treats the baby like she's his own and brings her to the compound once in a while to show off 'his' baby. The little one adores Loki and started calling him dada, making the soft side of him comes out. And also the very protective side. He eventually asks reader if he can officially adopt her to be the father figure. Since reader never put down the fathers name on the birth certificate, they put Loki's down.
a/n: thank you so much for requesting! i hope you liked this!!

tiny fingers splayed your cheeks wake you up, wet lips pressing continuously on your nose as familiar laughter rings in your ear. your nose scrunches, prying your eyes open to meet the mirror image of them in front of you. at the grin that splits daisy's face, a smile sneaks up on your lips, too, "hey honey," you say quietly, brushing away a strand of hair that falls in her eyes as your daughter's warm hands hold your face.

"hi mama," daisy replies, snuggling into your side, "pancake day," she informs happily, a chubby finger reaching to trace the slope of your nose.

you tilt your head at her, raising an eyebrow, "really? who says?"

daisy doesn't get a chance to reply, the crack to your door widening when loki steps through it, balancing a large plate stacked with pancakes and fruits in one hand. "loki!" daisy cheers, sitting up to reach for the food. you sit up, too, cocking your head at your boyfriend as you observe the platter.

"you made food?" you ask, eyes scanning the little cubes of cut-up strawberries and bananas before looking back up at him in pleasant surprise.

loki ducks his chin, "you were asleep. and today is pancake day. i simply could not disappoint daisy," he explains, letting daisy take a piece of banana to shove in her mouth.

you gently run your fingers through her hair, a soft smile tugging at your lips, "hey, dais, let's go eat at the table and watch some cartoons, hm?" at the sound of cartoons, she nods quickly, bouncing off of the bed to tug at loki to follow her, the god not making a peep when her grubby hands leave a smear of banana on his wrist. you watch as they head to the kitchen, listening when loki turns on the television and flips it to her favorite show without her needing to tell him. you take a second to remind yourself that the god in your house, sneaking homemade whipped cream–because store-bought whipped cream is not fit for her–to your daughter, is the same god who, not too long ago, physically recoiled at the mere mention of midgardians. you stand when you hear daisy's voice calling you over when you take too long to follow, peeking around the corner to see loki cutting her chocolate chip pancakes into little squares. "any left for me?" you ask, your body burning hot when loki turns to look at you, a twinkle in his clear sea glass eyes.

"good morning, darling," he greets, his lips kissing your cheek when you come closer to him, an arm wrapping around your waist. "pancake?" he offers, showing you a plate with two perfectly shaped pancakes, whipped cream piled high just the way you liked it and berries surrounding it in the way you always tried to do but were never able to. you pecked his lips, smiling against him when you heard your daughter protest loudly.

"what are we watching today?" you ask her, fingers taming the mess of bedhead that sits atop her head. she turns to the television after shoving pancake into her mouth, pointing at the image, "clifford," she says simply. you sit next to her, exhaling, "that's a good one." daisy nods, "i want a dog," she states after a second, "like clifford."

you glance at loki, "finding a big red dog is going to be a little hard, sweetie–"

"i'm sure there's one in asgard, if not, there must be one somewhere else," loki shrugs, squinting at the show, "i'll find one. worry not."

you shake your head, chuckling, "maybe a normal-sized dog, daisy." daisy pouts but nods.

the sounds from the television are the only ones for a few moments until you speak up, "oh, i completely forgot, i have to go meet with some big shot hospital reps for almost the whole day today, do you mind taking care of daisy?" you ask loki, an apologetic look on your face.

"of course not, she can accompany me to the compound today," loki reasons, not missing the excited look that crosses daisy's face.

you brighten, "that's a great idea!" you turn to your daughter, who has smeared red on her cheek and a strawberry in her fingers, you huff a laugh, wiping it away with one of your fingers, "what do you think, dais? wanna go visit the other avengers with loki?"

she nods immediately, hurrying to swallow the fruit in her mouth before turning to loki, "can i wear your cape again?" she asks enthusiastically, patting wildly at your arm, "loki lets me use his cape!"

your eyebrow raises as you look at loki, "does he, now? i thought no one could even touch it?" you tease, appreciating the pale blush that takes over the snow of his cheeks as he shrugs, clearing his throat.

"there are always exceptions to rules," he states.

-

"i love you," you say, pressing a kiss into daisy's hair, she parrots the phrase back to you, leaning further into loki's arms when you pull away. "i love you," you continue, kissing loki's lips, "thank you again," you whisper, feeling him chuckle against you.

"it is my pleasure," loki assures before kissing you again. you pull away after a second, smacking your lips on daisy's forehead as another goodbye.

"i'll be back later, have fun, okay?" you request before finally walking out the door to head to work. you don't see daisy's pout as she lays her head on loki's shoulder, balling her hand in his shirt. a soft smile tugs at loki's lips, looking down at her to ask her if she'd like to go to the compound now.

a little while after she nods at his, he finds himself clicking her seatbelt in, making sure she's safe in her booster seat before he begins to drive. he knows he could easily go there with a flick of his hand, but the travel makes daisy nervous, and, besides, she prefers to ride in the car with him, singing along to the playlist of the songs loki found himself liking in midgard.

daisy squeals when loki pulls into the driveway of the compound, jumping out of the car when he unbuckles her to hurry loki up. she pulls at his pant leg, growing more excited by the minute when she sees the red white and blue of steve's shield flying behind the compound. "i do not understand why you like that thing so much. so boring," loki grumbles, grabbing her hand and opening the door.

"ah, there she is!" thor's voice booms nearly the minute loki and daisy step in, daisy's grin grows wide, looking back at loki before running to thor. "uncle!" she squeals, oblivious to the way loki freezes when she says the simple word. thor carries her in his arms, holding her up like simba.

"my favorite niece! i brought the hammer for you today!" thor exclaims, sitting her down on one of his arms before holding his other hand out. loki looks to the side, realizing his brother is calling for the hammer with his daughter in his arms, quickly stepping over to him to take her away just as said hammer flies into his open hand. he twirls it, before handing it to daisy in loki's arms, still keeping a hold on it as she wraps her small fingers around the hammer.

"brother..." loki hisses quietly, refusing to upset the little girl in his arms but wanting nothing more than to knock some common sense into his brother. "i would like to remind you to not do that while daisy is near you."

daisy barely looks up at her name, too entranced with the intricate carvings in the hammer, "oh, she'll be fine," thor shrugs, clapping loki hard on the back, "i am very careful, brother."

loki purses his lips, "yes, i remember how careful you are."

"hey! reindeer games and little grey!" tony cheers from around the corner, natasha catching his words from the kitchen and heading for loki. loki can spot the captain in the hallway. "haven't seen you in a while, kid," tony tells daisy, ruffling up her hair, "thought you ditched us."

loki rolls his eyes, concentrating on daisy, who reaches for the electric blue in tony's chest, murmuring "pretty."

"isn't it?" tony brags, tapping a nail on his arc reactor, "built it myself. you want one?" daisy agrees enthusiastically, but loki makes sure to send tony a glare that tells him if he even dares. loki will finish the job in new york.

"how's the doc?" natasha asks, coming cilently from the kitchen with a bag in her hand.

"y/n is good, she's at the hospital right now."

"hey, dais," natasha starts, her green eyes sparkling, "you remember the toys you wanted from the mall last time we went?" daisy nods. natasha holds up the bag in her arms, "you wanna go see what's in the bag?"

daisy's eyes go wide, and she turns to loki, "can i dad? please?"

loki chokes down the uncharactersitic lump in his throat so he can nod, putting daisy down so she can grab natasha's hand. when they're out of hearing range, steve raises an eyebrow at loki, "'dad'? that's a big one."

"yes," loki clear his throat, "she had never called me that before."

the other men exchange looks, before thor claps loki on the back with a beamng grin, "congratulations." loki has never felt luckier.

-

it's a few hours later, when you're back at home, exhausted and sprawled on the couch next to loki with daisy sleeping on your and loki's lap. "how was your day?" you ask quietly so you don't disturb daisy.

"as excellent as a day with the avengers can be. i took daisy to the compound, everyone adored her, natasha spoiled her..." loki trails off, the clear cut reminder of the events of that day bright and new in his mind, "she called me dad," loki finishes, allowing himself to look into the deep nooks and crannie of his brain that urges him to tell you what he's been thinking about for far too long. there's a second of silence.

"she's never said to you that before," you finally say softly. loki shakes his head, "she's slipped up before, though. sometimes she calls you papa when she talks about you." loki turns to you, searching your features for a lie he won't find. "you are her father, loki. you're way more of a father than her biological dad ever has been. you're her dad, she loves you." there's more silence, the question you're implying hanging in the air, waiting to be grasped and asked.

"would you adopt her?–" you grasp.

"i would like to adopt daisy–" he grasps.

you stare at each other before quiet laughter bubbles from your mouth, a nod tilting your chin, "you know, i never put her biological father's name in her birth certificate."

"we could go tomorrow," loki offers, admiring the beaming smile that brightens your tired face.

"we should," you agree, staring at loki for a few more moments before connecting your lips, looking down at daisy and brushing away some strands from her face when you pull away. you nod, meeting loki's eyes again, "tomorrow."