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Once they were all clean, Thor having gotten rid of all traces of flour, sugar, pepper and bay leaf, Tanis's scales so clean they refracted the flickering torchlight on every green scale edge, and Loki smelling of mint instead of horse, Frigga got down to business.
"Thor, at the last feast I recall that your formal attire was looking a little small on you," Frigga said, as Thor walked out of the bathing room wrapped in a blue towel. She handed him the folded clothes. "Would you try it one for me? Loki, try yours on as well. I could swear you've been looking taller lately."
Loki looked up from where he was sitting on Thor's bed, already dressed in his usual outfit of a plain green tunic and black pants, saying "Really? Because I still feel short."
"Only because your brother is growing too. Don't worry though, you'll catch up to him someday," Frigga said reassuringly.
Loki pursed his lips doubtfully, but he got up and went back to his room to change.
When they both came back dressed in their formal attired, Frigga shook her head exasperatedly.
The boys tugged uncomfortably at their outfits, which were obviously too small, their sleeves easily exposing their wrists, and when Loki reached up to brush his wet locks out of his face, they pulled back to reveal almost half of his forearm.
The tunics were practically shirts on them, and their pants no longer reached their ankles.
Thor also had a huge hole torn in the fabric of his right knee.
"My my, has it really been that long since our last formal occasion?" Frigga asked rhetorically, before continuing, "You can change out of those clothes now. We're going to get you fitted for new outfits."
"What's the upcoming occasion?" Loki questioned, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
"Your father is having a council, and there will be a welcome feast for the ambassadors from the other realms," Frigga answered, her casual tone not completely covering up a note of sternness. "It is necessary that you two look your best."
"But they're so boring," Thor groaned.
"Maybe," Loki suggested, brightening, "We could start a food fight, and then Mother will have to send us to our rooms, and we could escape!"
"Loki," Frigga said warningly.
Loki grinned at her, his expression all bright-eyed innocence. "You didn't hear anything."
Frigga kept up her glare for a moment longer, before she chuckled, leaning over and kissing Loki on the forehead.
"I better not see anything either," She cautioned.
"Don't worry, you won't!" Loki said reassuringly, winking at his brother.
"Well, let's go get you two fitted then," Frigga smiled as she took her sons' hands and led them out of the room.
I'm so sorry the chapter is so short! :/ I have excuses, but I won't bother you with them.
Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed the chapter ^.^
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