Patience was never a word associated with Thor.
His anger often got the better of him, and he needed to be in control of every situation.
So, when he decided that it was time for Fenrir to start walking, he sat himself across from him on the polished floors, watching the one-year old rock back and forth, drooling around his own fingers.
"Come closer little one."
Fenrir giggled at the sound of his voice, reaching down and replacing his fingers with his toe in his mouth, only for Thor to gently remove them.
"You do not know where those have been." He scolded, wincing as those red eyes glared at him, clearly offended, before resuming the suction.
"I don't see why you need to push him into walking…" Loki commented from the sofa, where he was reading yet another book of magic, "…He can walk fine in his wolf form."
"Father has already decided that he doesn't want to see Fenrir's wolf form..." Thor stated matter of factly, "… therefore, he needs to walk on two feet."
A hurt look flashed over Loki's face for a moment, before he placed the book to one side, leaning forwards and clapped his hands together. "Fenrir darling…" he called to the baby, "… come to Mummy."
It was impressive how quickly Fenrir crawled over to Loki.
"Maybe if I use food as an incentive…" Thor muttered to himself, only for Loki to send him a vicious glare.
"He's not one of your wild creatures that you need to tame!"
"I'm not saying that but- "
"- No, Thor." Loki's tone turned positively frosty.
Thor sighed, turning his attention back to his youngest, "Come on… come to me."
Ignoring his Father, Fenrir held out his arms to Loki, whining and pouting to try and get picked up, which Loki quickly obliged with, giving his son a quick kiss on the cheek, before placing him back on the ground.
Fenrir then held his arms out for Thor to do the same.
"Ah, Ah… if you wish to be held, then you must come here."
Fenrir whine got sharper, flexing his fingers as if trying to beckon Thor closer. When it became clear that he wasn't going to get what he wanted, his lower lip started to quiver.
"And now he's about to have a tantrum…" Loki sighed, "… So very like thy sire."
Thor frowned, but wisely chose to stay silent, moving to lift Fenrir into his arms, preventing the tantrum before it could get any worse. Fenrir looked very smug by this as he settled into his Father's arms with a big yawn.
"Please my son…" Thor begged, "… you have got to learn how to do this. I cannot always be around to help you up."
Another pout… this time looking exactly like Loki.
"Please do not look at me like that… don't you want to learn how to be a ferocious warrior?"
Fenrir's only response was to fall asleep.
….
The little speech of his wasn't designed for babies.
Fenrir was much more interested in almost everything else, rather than listening to her Father…. It didn't bode well for his teen years. Another Loki in the palace.
Sharpening his sword, he felt a tugging on his pant legs, prompting him to look down.
"Yes?" He stared down at his youngest, who beamed up at him, sharp little fangs on show. Once upon a time, the sight of those teeth would have sent a shudder up and down his spine… now, he couldn't resist smiling back.
"Maybe I should be going about this a different way…" he whispered, moving to sit on the floor with his son, "… copy me. Get up like this…" he got to his knees, "… climb up like this and then one foot in front of the other!"
Fenrir looked completely confused.
Sighing, Thor turned back to his sword. He didn't have time for this. Heading over to the opposite side of the room, he glanced back at his son, making sure that he wasn't in any danger. But Fenrir wasn't there.
He wasn't crawling either.
He was in the middle of taking his first two steps towards him. In seconds, Thor was on the ground, arms out-stretched as Fenrir stumbled forwards into them. "Excellent work my son!" he praised, "Now, do that for your Mother."
He patted Fenrir on the back and tried to send him of in the opposite direction, only to watch as the toddler took two steps and plopped back down.
"Maybe… you require some assistance?" he held out his hand to Fenrir, smiling as his son pulled himself back up and latched onto the fingers.
Patience was never a word associated with Thor.
His anger often got the better of him, and he needed to be in control of every situation.
So, when he decided that it was time for Fenrir to start walking, he sat himself across from him on the polished floors, watching the one-year old rock back and forth, drooling around his own fingers.
"Come closer little one."
Fenrir giggled at the sound of his voice, reaching down and replacing his fingers with his toe in his mouth, only for Thor to gently remove them.
"You do not know where those have been." He scolded, wincing as those red eyes glared at him, clearly offended, before resuming the suction.
"I don't see why you need to push him into walking…" Loki commented from the sofa, where he was reading yet another book of magic, "…He can walk fine in his wolf form."
"Father has already decided that he doesn't want to see Fenrir's wolf form..." Thor stated matter of factly, "… therefore, he needs to walk on two feet."
A hurt look flashed over Loki's face for a moment, before he placed the book to one side, leaning forwards and clapped his hands together. "Fenrir darling…" he called to the baby, "… come to Mummy."
It was impressive how quickly Fenrir crawled over to Loki.
"Maybe if I use food as an incentive…" Thor muttered to himself, only for Loki to send him a vicious glare.
"He's not one of your wild creatures that you need to tame!"
"I'm not saying that but- "
"- No, Thor." Loki's tone turned positively frosty.
Thor sighed, turning his attention back to his youngest, "Come on… come to me."
Ignoring his Father, Fenrir held out his arms to Loki, whining and pouting to try and get picked up, which Loki quickly obliged with, giving his son a quick kiss on the cheek, before placing him back on the ground.
Fenrir then held his arms out for Thor to do the same.
"Ah, Ah… if you wish to be held, then you must come here."
Fenrir whine got sharper, flexing his fingers as if trying to beckon Thor closer. When it became clear that he wasn't going to get what he wanted, his lower lip started to quiver.
"And now he's about to have a tantrum…" Loki sighed, "… So very like thy sire."
Thor frowned, but wisely chose to stay silent, moving to lift Fenrir into his arms, preventing the tantrum before it could get any worse. Fenrir looked very smug by this as he settled into his Father's arms with a big yawn.
"Please my son…" Thor begged, "… you have got to learn how to do this. I cannot always be around to help you up."
Another pout… this time looking exactly like Loki.
"Please do not look at me like that… don't you want to learn how to be a ferocious warrior?"
Fenrir's only response was to fall asleep.
….
The little speech of his wasn't designed for babies.
Fenrir was much more interested in almost everything else, rather than listening to her Father…. It didn't bode well for his teen years. Another Loki in the palace.
Sharpening his sword, he felt a tugging on his pant legs, prompting him to look down.
"Yes?" He stared down at his youngest, who beamed up at him, sharp little fangs on show. Once upon a time, the sight of those teeth would have sent a shudder up and down his spine… now, he couldn't resist smiling back.
"Maybe I should be going about this a different way…" he whispered, moving to sit on the floor with his son, "… copy me. Get up like this…" he got to his knees, "… climb up like this and then one foot in front of the other!"
Fenrir looked completely confused.
Sighing, Thor turned back to his sword. He didn't have time for this. Heading over to the opposite side of the room, he glanced back at his son, making sure that he wasn't in any danger. But Fenrir wasn't there.
He wasn't crawling either.
He was in the middle of taking his first two steps towards him. In seconds, Thor was on the ground, arms out-stretched as Fenrir stumbled forwards into them. "Excellent work my son!" he praised, "Now, do that for your Mother."
He patted Fenrir on the back and tried to send him of in the opposite direction, only to watch as the toddler took two steps and plopped back down.
"Maybe… you require some assistance?" he held out his hand to Fenrir, smiling as his son pulled himself back up and latched onto the fingers.