Requested by Afrikanskach0ma: Y/N is Loki's daughter and is in a relationship with Peter, and Loki is being an overprotective father.

"Are you sure that your dad isn't in?" Peter mumbled, his hands on my waist from behind and his lips already on my neck as I let us into the house.

"I'm sure. He said that he was meeting up with my uncle. We should have an hour or so." I smirked as I turned around in his arms. He returned it and bit his lip before leaning down and kissing me. I returned it, his hands gripping my waist as I curled my hands around his neck. I pulled him closer as his tongue slipped into my mouth and quickly dominated the kiss. We started to stumble further into the house, my hands tugging Peter's jacket off of his shoulders as we stumbled to the doorway of the living room.

"Please stop sucking my daughter's face off." I screamed and we jumped apart as we heard my dad's voice. I panted, my eyes widening as my dad stared at us from his armchair as his hand held a book.

"Hey, Pete." He smiled and waved.

"Um...hey, Mr-."

"You know that you call me Loki, Peter." My dad nodded, making me sigh and close my eyes. Yes, I was the daughter of Loki, god of mischief. Technically making me the goddess of mischief, so of course I was going to try and sneak my boyfriend in. When Peter and I had started dating a year ago, he was unaware that my father was the Avengers' former enemy, and my uncle WAS an Avenger. My dad had played the role of overprotective father ever since, which had included chaperoning me on mine and Peter's first date, walking into the room the first three times that we'd attempted our first kiss, and refusing to let us have the house alone at any given time. Yup. I loved being the daughter of Loki.

"You said that you were going to meet up with Thor." I sighed.

"You're right, that's what I said. I lied. I am the god of mischief, darling." He nodded, making me roll my eyes and look at Peter.

"Come on, let's go upstairs-."

"I think not, there's a perfectly good sofa and TV down here." My dad stated. I stuck my tongue in my cheek and looked at him, him raising an eyebrow in return.

"It's okay, babe, we can stay down here." Peter spoke, giving me a small smile as he took my hand and pulled me into my living room. I sighed and returned the smile as we sat down on the sofa, Peter's arm curling around my waist.

"Hands where I can see them, young man." My dad mumbled as he looked back down at his book.

"Dad!" I hissed, making Peter chuckle and kiss my head as he turned the TV on.

Tears rolled down my face, my vision blurred as I stormed into the house and shut the door. I choked and shook my head as I rushed into the living room, throwing my bag down onto the floor before sitting down on the sofa. I buried my hands into my face, my tears wetting my skin.

"Woah, what's with the slammed door-." I gulped and looked up at dad, who was standing at the doorway of the room.

"What's wrong?" He mumbled as he rushed in and sat down next to me. I shook my head and looked down at my hands.

"Just a stupid fight with Peter at school. It's nothing serious, dad." I mumbled and shook my head.

"You're in tears over a stupid fight? What happened?" He asked. I sighed and looked at him.

"Fine. It's our one-year-anniversary today, and he forgot. So, he planned nothing, he got me nothing, and then when I pulled him up for it, he said that I was making a bigger deal out of it than it was worth. That upset me." I nodded. My dad's eyes widened.

"He forgot your anniversary?" He scoffed, making me choke and nod.

"Come on, get up." He nodded as he stood up. My eyes widened as I looked up at him.

"Dad, what?" I gulped.

"Peter lives at the Tower, right? We'll go there and sort this out." He stated, making me shake my head as I stood up.

"Dad, I'm seventeen, I don't need your help to sort out my fights with my boyfriend, I'm not a child." I scoffed.

"I'm not going to sit here and watch my daughter cry when I have the power to stop that. Come on." He nodded as he headed out the door. I groaned, knowing that this wasn't going to end well as we left the house.

Dad and I stood in the elevator, my heart pounding in my chest as the glass box took us to the floor that the Avengers were on. The doors opened and we stepped out, making everyone look up from the sofa. Peter's eyes widened as he saw us.

"Loki, brother, what are you doing here? Good to see you too, niece." Thor smiled.

"It would be nice to see you if dad hadn't dragged me here." I sighed.

"Yeah, why are you here? Not that it's not always lovely to see you." Tony chuckled.

"We are here because that inferior human made my daughter cry." My dad nodded as he pointed at Peter. His eyes widened as everyone looked at him.

"What?" He scoffed.

"Pete, can we talk in private?" I sighed.

"No, he made you upset, he will sort this out in front of everyone-."

"No, dad, this is private." I cut him off as I looked up at him. He rolled his eyes at my defiance as Peter headed towards us. I took his hand and started to pull him towards his bedroom.

"Door open, we all know what happens after a fight!" Tony teased, making me roll my eyes and Peter blush as we headed into his room and I purposefully shut the door.

"Y/N, your dad is going to kill me for that door being shut-."

"No, he won't. I'm sorry about him being so overprotective." I sighed.

"It's okay. I knew what I signed up for when you revealed who your dad was." He chuckled nervously as he shoved his hands into his jean pockets. I smiled and bit my lip as I looked down.

"Look, babe, I'm sorry. Because you're right. Our one-year is a big deal and I should have remembered it. And then I made it worse by telling you that it wasn't a big deal. I'm sorry." He nodded. I sighed and looked at him.

"I just...I was just so excited for an awesome date, some lovely "us" time, so it hurt to find out that you'd just forgotten." I admitted. He nodded and returned my sigh as he took my hands into his.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry. I was an ass, and I forgot something big. How about I make it up to you this weekend? I'll take you out somewhere real nice, the type of place where you have to wear suits and shit." He smiled, making me laugh and bite my lip.

"That sounds amazing, Pete." I nodded.

"It's a date." He chuckled before leaning down and joining our lips. I returned the kiss, my hands curling around his neck and pulling him closer as his hands held my waist.

"I hope nothing is happening in there." I sighed and broke the kiss as my dad's voice sounded on the other side of the shut door. I clenched my jaw and looked up at Peter, making him chuckle as I turned around and opened the door to reveal dad stood there.

"Kindly fuck off, we're just making up." I nodded.

"Alright, sorry for protecting you, Jesus." He scoffed. I rolled my eyes as he walked away, but a smile crept back onto my lips as Peter's arms wrapped around my waist from behind and his lips pressed to my neck.

"How did I end up with such an overprotective dad?" I chuckled.

"He's just looking out for you, angel." He mumbled into my skin. I sighed and turned around in his arms.

"I know." I smiled, making him return it as he leant down and kissed me again.