Snowflake
By Rey
Chapter summary: Being obviously protected is sometimes… entertaining.
22. Scoundrel
The longer the regular audience in the throneroom goes on, the more apparent it is that something has… shifted, for lack of a better word, making it decidedly irregular.
Loki, who is once more trapped in his captor's lap and wearing a set of light, shimmering, nearly transparent strips of fabric mascarading as decent clothing, notices that the supplicants have increasingly been far better mannered, far better clothed, and far too interested in him.
His "Amma" seems to notice the same thing at the same time, for they stiffen and almost immediately warn those who seek audience with them not to gawk at him. Or at least it is what he thinks they say, in that language untranslatable by Allspeak.
And, apparently, there is some serious threat slipped in the terse, somehow protective-flavoured command, for the courtiers mascarading as common supplicants either hastily excuse themselves from the throng or straighten up and look anywhere but the… throne? Ice chair?
In any case, the guilty party look so much like chastised children that Loki has to stifle giggles with all his might.
But, well, then he overhears his "Amma" grumbling in a tone scarily similar to that commonly taken up by mothers on the streets of Gladsheim, when castigating the honour and decency of men who dare gawk at their almost-of-age daughters….
He cannot help it!
