Okay, so this happens after the latest Avenger movie. For the sake of this story, I am going with the theory that Loki didn't actually die (because if he did how much would that suck?). So now, after he made it out alive after the events of Infinity War and Endgame, he re-appears for the sake of this story.

I'm kind of blending a few different fan theories I've researched online, so I hope that this is cohesive and easy enough to follow within those theories. The time travel/Loki taking the tesseract and creating his own alternate reality confuses me tbh, so I'm going with the Loki using an illusion as a double when Thanos kills him theory.

Also, I am, for the sake of this story, imagining the OC I created being present in the events of Ragnarök and Infinity War, again to make this story work.

Back story: After the events of Dark World, when Loki places his father in an old age home in New York City, he meets the only woman who has ever been able to get Loki's full attention, and his heart. Bianca Williams accompanies Loki back to Asgaurd, living as his lover and partner in crime until the day she watches him die.

Full synopsis: Five years after watching the love of her life, Loki Lefeyson, die at the hands of Thanos, Bianca Williams is trying to live a normal life. Bianca lives in New York City, raising her and Loki's five-year-old daughter on her own. Until Loki returns, as alive as ever. But Bianca struggles to trust and believe him, after already being left alone once to grieve for the loss of her lover. Despite her uncertainty, Loki is determined to win back Bianca's trust and her heart, no matter what it takes.

Rated M for multiple, explicit sex scenes, language, and some violence.

Chapter One

I was walking down the crowded city street when I thought I saw someone I recognized, but I shook my head. I hadn't heard from Thor in years. I knew he was busy, saving the world and all that crap, and I knew that recently they had succeeded. But I was busy with my own little world that I was keeping safe, alone.

Mentally, I shook myself and kept walking towards the light, the cool fall breeze tossing my hair around my shoulders. It must have completely obstructed my view because when I felt a hand around my upper arm, I jumped inside my skin and spun around.

"Ah!" the booming voice cried out, "I knew it was you! That red hair gives you away."

Standing on the Manhattan sidewalk, like a regular human being, even though he was no less than a fucking god, was Thor. I hadn't seen him in five years, since I was transported back here, to New York, to 'stay safe' and live out my life in normalcy on earth, away from everything I had grown to become part of.

His hair was longer than when I had last seen him, his face fuller. Actually, as I squinted at him, his whole body was fuller.

"You gained weight," I sneered.

His eyes widened. "I thought you would be pleased to see me."

"Why would I?" I countered. "You threw me back down here and then I haven't heard from any of you in five years."

"I was a slightly busy," he argued.

"So was I." I crossed my arms over the front buttons of my black trench coat. "What do you want, Thor?"

"To show you something." He smirked.

I raised my eye brows. "You came all the way back to earth to show me something?"

"Come on," he turned and started walking north. "I think you'll like it."

Part of me wanted to watch him walk away and hope he was as pissed at me as I was at him, but a bigger part of me was curious.

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded as he offered no other information.

"To Central Park."

"What the fuck?" I muttered under my breath. But I followed him anyways.

He led me to the park and then through it, all the way to Bethesda Terrace without a single word. Rain started to fall and I pulled my hood up over my hair, tucking it back behind my neck until I was under the roof of the Terrace. I pulled my hood off and turned to Thor, scowling.

"What do you want?" I said again, annoyed. My feet were tired of walking and I didn't have all day.

"I told you," he repeated, "to show you something." He gestured deeper into the cave of the terrace.

Pissed off at this point, I turned, to look at whatever the hell he wanted to show me.

Coming from the shadows, was a figure of a man. Tall, square shoulders but fairly slim, with long hair. He walked slowly closer, into the light from the cloudy day outside. I blinked, not believing what I was seeing.

Walking towards me, was the man I had fallen so hard for years ago. He had shown me other worlds, taken me to his own and promised me the life of a queen.

But then his world was destroyed, the life I had imagined I would have, gone from me.

And then I watched him die at the hands of Thanos fives years ago.

Loki stood several feet away from me, looking the same as ever. His long, black hair fell past his shoulders, his skin porcelain and free of any blemish. His blue eyes were as bright and cunning as ever but soft as they blinked at me.

I blinked back. I wanted to say something but I didn't know what. My breath was caught on a lump in my throat. The scene of his neck being crushed by Thanos was replaying on a loop in my mind, a scene I had pushed away for so long, now resurfacing.

How? How was he here now? Was it a trick or had the last five years of my life been a complete lie?

He stood, his hands clasped in front of him. He wore an entirely black suit that made him appear even more ethereal in appearance.

Finally, he broke the silence and spoke first.

"Bianca," he said, his voice dripping sweet honey that made my knees weak as it always had. "I have missed you."

Slowly, I took steps towards him until I was close enough to see my own reflection in his dark eyes. I studied his face. There were no lines, so signs of aging, but I could see the years hidden behind his eyes.

I reached up then, with my right hand, and forcibly slapped him hard across the face.

"Ow!" He bent at the waist at the force behind my hand and put his own hand to his left cheek.

I grinned wickedly at the sight of him hurting from my own hand.

"I just had to be sure this wasn't a trick," I said with a shrug.

I heard Thor laugh somewhere off behind me. I had forgotten that he was still around.

Loki straightened up. "I guess I deserved that," he muttered.

"Yes," I snapped back. "You did. And a hell of a lot more." I grabbed his lapels and pushed him back, and he let me do it, until his back was against the terrace wall, pinned there between the hopefully uncomfortable wall and me. "Where the fuck have you been?" I shouted at him. "I have been alone for five years, Loki. Five years!" I pounded my fist against his chest. "And where were you? Off on some stupid planet while you left me down here to fend for myself?"

"I couldn't-"

"Couldn't what? Couldn't take me with you? Couldn't have told me before now that you weren't actually dead as I mourned over your cold body?"

"I'm always cold, dear. Frost Giant, remember?"

"Shut up!" I let go of him and turned away, tears starting at the bottom of my eyes. My heart pounded against my ribs, not sure how to feel now that I was seeing him, flesh and bone before me.

It still didn't feel real to me. Part of me was aching for all the wounds that had re-opened seeing his face before me and every shred of the life I had built felt somehow so insignificant. But another part of me felt my heart again, beating inside my chest as if I had just been brought back to life. For so long I had imagined this moment happening and hoping, praying, until I had given up and now, here he was, standing in front of me.

Or actually behind me right now.

"Bianca," his voice said softly. "I didn't want to do this to you. If there would have been another way…"

I turned back to him, blinking the tears down. "Faking your death was the only way?"

"To protect you, yes."

"How? How was leaving me here alone, for five long years the best way to do that?"

"If Thanos knew I was still alive, he would have killed me, again. Or worse, searched for you."

"We could have figured it out. We've done a lot of that and we've always been okay. Instead, you left me alone, by myself on this planet and I never heard anything. Not from you, or Thor-"

"To be fair," Thor interjected, "I had no idea either-"

I waved a hand, dismissing him. "This isn't about you."

Loki smirked.

"For the last five years, I've had no one. I've done everything by myself. I raised our daughter completely on our own."

"Our…" he blinked down at me, his eyes huge, "daughter?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"I had no idea. If I would have known, at the time-"

"You would have done it differently?"

He sighed raggedly. "Perhaps."

"Perhaps," I repeated, rolling my eyes.

"No, wait, don't do that. If I could have stayed and known you would be safe, I would have. Now, answer me, do we really have a child?"

"Yes. You think I'm making it up?" I stepped towards him. "I didn't know that I was pregnant until I was back here. You were already gone."

His eyes cast down. "I am here now."

"For how long?"

He looked back up at me. "Forever." He took a step towards me so that now we stood, inches apart. Slowly, he reached out a hand and uncurled his fingers, putting his palm to the side of my face.

The touch of his skin against mine was so familiar, like coming home after being away. His skin was cool to the touch, but not in a way that made me shy away. Instead, I wanted to dive into him, like a cool pool on a hot day.

He leaned in closer, the way he had many times before, looking down at my lips. A small voice inside my head said to spit on him, but I pushed that down, for now.

I let him kiss me, his lips soft at first, testing me to see if I would shove him away. But I didn't. I couldn't. As it always had, his touch sent shivers down my spine and made me weak in the knees. I wrapped my arms around his neck, his hair entwining in my fingers and I pulled myself closer against his body, partly for support, partly because I couldn't stop myself, I never could.

His lips became stronger, hungry. Five years ago, I had felt his kiss and it was ever the same as now, but now with more longing, a starvation that hadn't been feed in five years.

He grabbed my waist and turned me so that I was now facing the wall, and backed me up against it so that I was pinned between his body and the wall behind me. I ran my hands through his hair and gently bit down on his lower lip, hearing a soft, low groan from his throat that reminded me of-

"I'm still here, you know."

Thor's voice shook me out of the spell I had been under and I blinked myself back to reality.

Loki's eyes rolled back. "Well, could you leave?" he hissed.

I patted the front of his chest. "Your brother found me, be nice."

"If it wasn't for my brother-"

I put a finger to his lips. "Don't start. I don't have time."

"I guess I will leave you two alone then." Thor looked to Loki for an answer.

"You could have left fifteen minutes ago," Loki replied.

"I'll take that as a yes." He turned to me and nodded. "Lovely to see you again." And then turned and walked away.

I nodded to him. "You too."

"What's her name? Where is she?" Loki asked once Thor disappeared.

"Our daughter?"

"No, your grandmother. Yes, our daughter. Where is she? Can I…may I see her?"

I took a deep breath. Since her birth, I had tried to shield my daughter from any men I had briefly dated, but this was different, wasn't it?

"Her name is Piper and she's at school. I have to go pick her up soon. Come with me." I held out a hand to him.

Loki looked down at my hand and put his in mine, his fingers clutching tightly to me.