"For the last time, Loki, cats don't like rootbeer!" Jane snapped. Her patience was running thin as they walked through the spring rain to the theater. Jane had insisted that Loki go with her to the ballet and he was very upset that Thor did not like the rootbeer Loki had attempted to give him the night before.
"Why not?" he asked.
"It just doesn't do well in their digestive systems, I guess," Jane answered, tugging her coat closer around her. Loki's hair was soaking wet as he gestured with his umbrella. He was flinging water everywhere and Jane was doubting her decision to bring him along. But when they got to the theater and found their seats in the warm auditorium, she was appeased. He stopped going on about Thor's diet when the lights flashed, signaling five minutes till show. Jane smiled triumphantly.
"Excited?" she asked.
"Yeah! I've never seen anything like this," Loki smiled.
The show started, and Loki leaned forward eagerly, watching the dancers with the most curiosity Jane had witnessed so far. "How do they get up on their toes like that without hurting themselves?" he asked.
"Magic," Jane replied without thinking. Her nonsensical but Jane-like response made Loki pay even closer attention to the dancers. Luckily it was a children's performance and only lasted about 45 minutes. All the way home he chattered on about the magic of dance and Jane was a little worried about what he might try.
He yelled a threat at the neighbor's cat, as he usually did when they passed by, and entered the house, running up to his room. "How did he like it?" Mandy asked from the couch.
"I told him the pointe dancers were magic," Jane chuckled.
"Oh dear."
"Yeah."
Thud. Thud thud thud. They heard from Loki's room. Both girls looked at each other before racing down the hall and throwing his door open. Loki was spinning around with his arms above his head in a sad parody of ballet. "I'm dancing!"
"We heard," Mandy laughed. He had magically changed his clothes into tights and a gold-and-green tutu and was spinning in circles, leaping occasionally from one side of the room to the other.
"Leave me alone, I'm practicing," Loki said. "Only Thor can watch."
The two girls held their laughter all the way to the kitchen before totally losing it, falling to the floor and crying with laughter at Loki's mischief. "Oh Jane, you've created a monster."
"No, no, I've just given a God something to do," she replied, gasping for breath.
"At least you didn't take him to see a fire-eating show."