His Repurcussions - Lokixfem!OC

The Start

It has been a year since little Asta arrived into Synthia's life and the previous year had been one of the most tiring yet precious years of her life.

*flashback*

There was a time when......

Synthia was pacing back and forth around the room carrying a crying Asta in her arms.

"Come on baby please go to sleep, its 4:30 in the MORNING, you're not hungry, neither have you pooped. What do you really want please go to sleep I'm begging the norns." Synthia muttered absentmindedly.

Or that other time when.......

"You need to make her burp after she has eaten." Clint remarked one evening.

"She doesn't burp, I have tried it so many times." She replied

"Let me give it a try." Clint said and took Asta in his arms.

"Do you want her burp cloth?" Natasha taunted.

"BAH!! I have what? Two kids I know how to make 'em burp." Clint boasted and started patting the baby's back, soon enough he heard a burp from Asta but also felt a warm trickle of liquid trail down from his shoulder to his back causing him to stiffen and scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAH SHE VOMITTED MILK ON ME, PLEASE GET IT OFF IT FEELS SO WEIRD NO NOPE THE FUC-FUDGE NO PLEASE PLEASE WIPE IT OFF FOR ME." He sobbed all the while running around and carrying a laughing Asta in his arms.

"Give her to me, you just wanted to puke on uncle Clint didn't you baby?" Natasha started baby talking to Asta causing her to coo while showing her beautiful pink gums.

"I'm never touching a baby ever again." Clint swore jokingly.

"Your loss." Synthia shrugged.

*flashback ends*

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It had been a somewhat tough year for her yet all her new family has shown her support. Like the time when she had to go on a recon mission and Phil had volunteered to take care of Asta.

Or the time when fury busted into her house with Natasha and Clint and had told her to go out and have fun while he looked after the 'baby' (He's convinced she's not a normal baby), and on returning home she had found fury dancing around with a bright pink apron and singing a nursery rhyme for Asta's amusement. Though she was forbidden to speak about this to anyone it still bought a smile on her face to think about this. Yes life as a mother was just fine.

Though she was grateful for her new family, Synthia still couldn't help but feel an empty place in her heart, it had been more than a year since the incident at Bifrost and she still couldn't get the image of her beloved falling into the abyss out of her mind, she still sometimes woke up at night having nightmares of Loki being tortured by some aliens how wanted him to do something for them, but chalked that as her figment of imagination after all Loki was dead, wasn't he?

But if he was, why could she hear his voice in her mind at times, laden with exhaustion and begging for her help, her forgiveness or simply confessing his love to her. Why did those dreams always lead to an uneasy feeling in the back of her mind.

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*2 months later*

The nightmares had stopped, and Synthia didn't know whether she should rejoice about the fact or feel concerned but all she could see were two electric blue eyes staring into her soul, cold as ice and filled with vengeance, for what? She didn't know, but she did know something was going to happen and didn't know if she was ready for it yet.