Daddy's here
SONG TITLE : My Lagan Love (Hozier cover)
Warning: Reader has a womb, reader had a baby, pregnancy struggle is mentioned but only briefly, fluff, Loki is an actual daddy in this, your ovaries might explode when reading this!
A/N: I was craving some Loki so bad, and listening to Hozier version of My Lagan Love made me think of him singing that to his newborn. I especially thought of you, @holdmytesseract, when I wrote this!
The desperate cries of a newborn roused Loki out of his slumber. His daughter was calling for him, or most likely her mother. He looked at you, noting how peaceful you looked sleeping next to him. Your hair spilled around you on your pillow, resembling a halo, and your skin still had that pregnancy glow to it even though you had given birth to your daughter only a week ago.
It still amazed him of how much you went through to bring your daughter into this cruel world. The back pain, fatigue, and horrible morning sickness had worn you out,
But when it came to the gruesome labor, he worried about possibly losing you. You had screamed and almost broke his hand from squeezing it so hard, but just when he thought he wouldn’t be able take the sight of you in such pain for much longer, there came the first cries of a tiny baby girl. He had watched as the nurses brought her up to your shoulder, and how you both had cried with so much joy that she was finally here.
The first time he had held her, his hands shook so much from fear of breaking her. She had felt so fragile and so small, considering that she had been born a month early.
She was the spitting image of him.
From that day, in hushed whispers and cooes, he promised her that he would give her the life she deserved, that he would never abandon her, like his father did with him.
He rises out of your shared bed, and trudges his way to the nursery. Her cries get louder with every step he takes toward her bedroom door, and his heart breaks at the sound of them. She may not have been able to talk or walk yet, but she had his whole heart wrapped around her since the day she had made her appearance on the ultrasound monitor.
When he opens the door, the sight of what he sees makes his heart nearly combust. Swaddling a pink blanket, the baby wriggles in discomfort, her kitten-like cries stirring the fatherly urge to comfort her in Loki’s heart.
“What’s the matter, little one? Did you have a nightmare?,”Loki cooes, picking the newborn up and settling her into the crook of his arm. He rubs her tummy gently, attempting to soothe the infant.
“How about a song? You seem to enjoy those.”
He strokes her soft hair, kissing her tiny forehead. She’s calmed down somewhat, but still she fusses. He stands in the middle of the room, and he sways gently from side to side. It was a movement that you had done a lot when you had been pregnant with her, and it seemed that when in the womb, his daughter seemed to recognize the pattern of movement. It would immediately soothe her, and no other sort of movement could solve her crying fits.
He begins to sing to her.
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
The twilight gleam is in her eye
And like a love-sick lennan-shee
She has my heart in thrall
Nor life I owe nor liberty
And often when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shieling lorn
His daughter begins to settle down, and she opens her eyes. She lets out a tiny yawn, and covers her face with her tiny hands.
Loki smiles, and continues singing.
And through the dorring peep
There on thy cricket's singing stone
She spares the bogwood fire
And hums in sad sweet undertone
The songs of heart's desire
Her welcome, like her love for me
Her warm kiss is felicity
That knows no taint of sin
And when I stir my soot to go
'Tis leaving love and light
To feel the wind of longing blow
From out the dark of night
He carries her over to her crib, and gently lays her down, tucking her in and gently brushing a knuckle over her tiny pink cheeks. From the doorway, you stand silently. You clear your throat, causing your husband to turn around.
“Why are you out of bed? You need sleep, darling,” He whispers, trying not to wake the sleeping baby.
“I woke up and you weren’t there, but I heard you singing to her. I had to come and see.”
He softly laughs, and embraces you, holding you in his arms. He kisses your forehead, and you rest your head against his shoulder.
“You have a beautiful singing voice, maybe you could join the band this year at Tony’s christmas celebration,” You inquire, staring up at him.
“Oh, sweet..my voice is reserved for you and our girl only, remember?”
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