AN: This is a Loud House AU set 3 years into the future of Linka Loud, whom we all know as the female version of Lincoln. She will albino in this AU to explain her white hair. Her personality will differ from Lincoln's, as being a girl intrinsically changes a lot of the experiences that Lincoln has been through. Loki is still home as he feels a need to take care of his family from home (Also he's going to college and is an all around lazy dude, I just really liked the idea of writing him but wanted a future AU and I'm complicated). Without further ado, welcome to the first chapter of my first ever fanfiction! Lemons may or may not be featured later on, still debating on that.
The first thing she noticed was a feeling of weightlessness. Her eyes slowly opened, and she was surrounded by a darkness.
No, darkness wasn't the right word.
She was surrounded by nothingness.
It wasn't discomforting, quite the opposite in fact. She could feel herself drifting slowly, her snow-white hair spreading around her as if she were underwater, gently swaying in a nonexistent breeze while she fought to remember.
She couldn't even recall her name right now, much less anything else about herself. She floated for a long while before it came to her.
Linka.
Linka...
LINKA!
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"Linka would you wake up already! You're going to be late for school!"
Linka awoke with a start, her heart beating loudly in her ears as someone pounded on her bedroom door. Her eldest brother, Loki, turned the knob and peeked in with an expression of equal parts annoyance and puppy love for his only sister.
"C'mon sis, it's already 6:30," he chided while turning on the lights. Linka blinked and winced at the sudden brightness, her emerald-green eyes narrowing to slits as she groaned at her older brother.
"Five more minutes?" She asked miserably, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes, her white braid falling from her shoulder and across her back as she stretched and yawned weakly. Her brother's expression softened and he sighed quietly, walking into the converted linen closet and patting his younger sister's head.
"Five more minutes is all you're getting, sleepyhead. After that, it'll be the tickle monster coming to get you up," he teased her, his hand falling from her head to the back of her neck and grazing over her pale skin, making her giggle uncontrollably as goosebumps sprung up against her will.
"Loki! I'm not a little kid anymore!" she pouted and crossed her arms after smacking his hand away and blushing furiously. She was always so embarrassed when her brothers treated her like a child. "Stop with the tickle monster stuff."
Loki laughed gently as he walked back towards the door, amused as he always was when teasing his sister. He looked back as he walked out and called out softly before the door closed behind him, "T minus 5 minutes until tickle-geddon."
Stretching one more time and throwing her pink comforter off of her, Linka couldn't help but smile as she began to get ready for the day. She loved her brothers and their weird mannerisms and quirks, even if they were insufferable with how goo-goo they were over her. Walking over to her small vanity, she undid her loose sleeping braid and grabbed her hairbrush, counting silently to herself as she began to work her elbow-length snowy hair into some semblance of order.
With a soft groan, she opened her door and shambled out into the hallway and to the single bathroom of the large house she lived in with her 10 brothers. Locking the bathroom door behind her, she quickly shed her clothes and started the shower, hopping into the still-cold stream with a small Eep! and washing herself with as much efficiency as her sleep-addled brain would allow her.
Turning off the water, she wrapped herself and her hair each in a towel and grabbed her clothes from the floor before venturing out into the still-empty hallway. It would be another 15 minutes or so before the rest of her brothers would be up and about, Loki being the only other person up before 7:00 to make breakfast for his younger siblings. He always woke her up a little early, knowing she appreciated being able to start her day before her brothers could destroy the bathroom. Plus, she wasn't comfortable walking around in front of any boy in just a towel, especially since puberty had begun to fill out her petite body into a not-so-petite build. Grabbing the undergarments she had set out the night before, she began to get dressed for the day ahead.
She hummed softly to herself as she threw her nightie into her tiny wicker hamper, the white satin crumpling into itself as it came to rest on top of a pile of other soiled clothing. It's my turn this week to do laundry, she thought to herself with a sigh as she pulled an orange blouse out of her closet and over her head, making sure to pull every strand of her hair through the collar before walking to her diminutive dresser and selecting a simple blue skirt with a hatch-mark pattern that came down to just above her knees. Taking the towels she had used and throwing them into the hamper to join her nightclothes, she twirled in front of the mirror hanging on her door to make sure nothing was out of place.
She stopped and looked at herself in profile, looking particularly at her chest and rear. She had begun to fill out slightly and wasn't sure if she was happy about that or not. She noticed how her skirt rode a little higher than she was used to and sighed again, definitely unhappy about having to shop for new outfits soon. New bras, too, she thought to herself as her hands traveled up her slim frame and traveled over the slight rise of her chest. Shaking her head to clear her mind, she opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, checking the clock on her nightstand one more time before closing the door behind her. 6:57. Three more minutes until the house became...well...Loud.
"That was almost as bad as one of Lane's jokes." She muttered to herself as she walked to the top of the staircase and began to head down, thinking of breakfast. She could hear the sizzle of bacon cooking on the stovetop as Loki finished preparing the large breakfast the Loud family always had. Stepping into the kitchen, she inhaled deeply the smell of eggs, bacon, and french toast wafting through the air and smiled brightly at Loki as he turned around, a small pink plate piled high with eggs and bacon in his hands. Taking a seat at the long table, she snatched one of the glasses that were lined up and began to fill it from the large pitcher of orange juice that sat in the center.
"There's the sister I know and love! Did you know there was a zombie in your room earlier?" He chuckled as he set the plate down in front of her, her stomach growling loudly as she looked at the food. "Still as hungry as one of the living dead though, huh?"
"Hush," she chided him absentmindedly, her thoughts consumed by the food in front of her as her other siblings began to stir and crash around upstairs, the cacophony of noises that usually graced the Loud house beginning its climb from silence to a dull roar. She could hear Lynn and Luke arguing over who would get to use the bathroom first, both having raced to the door and reached the threshold at the same time. More voices began to join the argument as her other brothers reached the bathroom and began to urge the two to hurry up.
"There's my cue," Loki sighed to himself as he began to climb the stairs to sort out his squabbling siblings. "If you help yourself to seconds no one would be the wiser, Linkie." He called back to her, making her blush again at her childhood nickname.
"How much does he think I can eat? It's not like I'm a bottomless pit!" she mumbled to herself as, despite her words, she gave herself another small helping of eggs and one more piece of bacon. She ate slower this time around, putting her dishes in the sink just as Lynn slid down the banister and careened into the kitchen wearing his signature #1 jersey and red shorts.
"Mornin' Link!" he called cheerfully as he began to fill a plate with tons of bacon, with relatively small amounts of eggs and french toast added to the mix. "Would you mind playing catch with me after school today? None of these other wimps wanna mess with Lynn-sanity today."
"Have you tried asking them AFTER they've been awake for more than 3 minutes?" She responded with a laugh, mussing his hair similarly to the way Loki had done to hers. "I'm sure they'd be much more willing if you weren't so intense in the mornings."
"It's not my fault they're all slow to wake up! It's because they're not active enough!" Her brother complained with a huff. "Besides, they all throw like girls anyway. Not that that's a bad thing or anything!" this last part being tacked on as she gave him a chilly look. "Pleeeaase, Linka?"
"Sure thing, Lynn, just try not to peg me again." she gave in, smiling as her slightly older brother punched his fist into the air in victory.
"Yeah, last time you guys played catch you gave her a bruise the size of Michigan on her left arm," yawned Luke, her third eldest brother and rockstar of the family, as he padded barefoot into the kitchen. Despite not wearing socks, he had on his usual black jeans and purple shirt, a large printed skull decorating the front. His studded belt jangled slightly with each step he took towards the mound of food atop the stove.
"It was an accident!" Lynn's face was red with embarrassment as he remembered the incident.
"I think you were just upset that she can throw faster than you can, lil bro," Luke pressed on with a wink at Linka before grabbing his own plate and starting to pile it high with eggs and toast. "Fench toast today?! Rockiiiiin!"
His and Lynn's argument was lost in the maelstrom of noise that consisted of her remaining brothers. Loki and Loni wandered in at the head of the pack laughing about some video they had found online while closely behind them Lane was breaking up an argument between Leif and Lexx about one of Lexx's many reptiles (mostly about where he was keeping said reptile) and cracking jokes constantly. Lars definitively ended the argument by popping up seemingly out of nowhere and giving his two cents, punctuated with a melancholic sigh. The veritable parade finished with a grumpy-looking Levi leading a bubbly Leon into the kitchen.
Linka looked at all of them from the kitchen doorway, arguing and fighting (biting being involved in the twins' case), and smiled at the warm glow she felt in her heart. 'Ten boys, one girl,' she thought to herself, '...wouldn't change it for the world.'
