Hi! It's been a while, but i've been like... REALLY busy with STUDYING! Halfway there...

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Chapter 13

"You were saying?" Loki asked. Jane opened and closed her mouth like she'd changed into a fish and threw helpless glared at her husband.

"You… you… you're no babysitter!" she finally stuttered.

"Miss Lumiere isn't one either!" Frigga immediately answered, still excited about Loki's magic. Now she definitely wanted him to stay!

Loki nodded in Frigga's direction. Jane opened her arms, trying to think of another excuse.

"Jane, maybe.." Thor started to Loki's surprise. Jane looked at her husband is disbelief.

"But he probably can't even make food!"

Loki opened his mouth in awe, pretending he was shocked by Jane's lack of trust and Thor bit his lip.

"Well, actually…" the God of Thunder started, but Loki finished.

"I can't believe you think I can't take care of myself!" he said sarcastically. Jane looked at the young king is shock.

"You.. you can cook…"

Now it was Thor's turn to speak up. "Sweetheart, seriously… I can cook, can't I?"

"Yes.." Jane answered hesitated. "But.. well.. you know…"

"What? Only the 'good guys' are supposed to be cooks?" Loki asked while pulling up his eyebrows. Jane turned red and the young king continued.

"I'm probably even a better cook than Thor!"

Thor looked at his brother. "I beg your pardon!" he said.

Loki watched him with a huge grin covering his face. "Oh dear, jealous, are we?" he said sarcastically.

Jane didn't know what to say anymore. She looked at her husband, but saw that he'd already given in. Helplessly she tried to come up with a new argument. Thor could see his wife was having difficulty trusting Loki, an understandable problem… He walked over to Jane and tried to make eye contact.

"I don't think he going to hurt Frigga…" he said quietly so only Jane could hear it. The worried mother looked up in Thor's bright blue eyes. After a couple of distracting seconds, she finally gave in. After all, she didn't think Loki would hurt her daughter either, especially not after what she'd told him on the roof.

"All right then.. but I want to call every hour! Understood!" she said pointing at Frigga. The little girl nodded excitedly. She looked at Loki, as if she wanted to check if he was sharing her excitement, but the young king just looked bored as ever… or was that really a smile she just saw…

Jane sighed. It would be a long day… Especially if she didn't leave very soon, because Stark just loved to give any latecomer a boring speech, if only to hear himself talk a little bit more…

Jane threw one last look on Loki before hurrying to the hallway. The young king didn't show any emotion. Thor gave Loki a meaningful look before walking over to his daughter to kiss her softly on her head.

"If he's an irritating dick, you can always call or go to Miss Lumiere, understood?" he asked kindly. Frigga nodded quickly. She really didn't see what could go wrong. If Loki wanted to hurt her, he could have thrown her of the roof that night, but off course her parents didn't know that…

Thor turned to his brother. His expression changed and Loki sighed while putting down the now empty can.

"Yes… I know… I probably should start thinking about what kind of grave I would like…" he said with a slight grin playing on his lips. Thor just looked Loki in the eyes to make sure he understood he wasn't kidding. Loki didn't break the eye contact, until Thor sighed and walked out of the kitchen.

Five minutes later both parents stood at the door, hugging their child while Loki watched them in disgust, leaning against the wall. At long last both Jane and Thor left. The young king sighed in relief and walked back into the kitchen to get himself something to eat.

Frigga followed and sat down across the table, following Loki's every move. The young king took a seat and opened up the box of cereals he'd just taken, while ignoring the girls staring eyes.

"Can you teach me now?" Frigga asked after some minutes. Loki looked up from his breakfast and threw the girl a questioning look.

"That magic…" Frigga explained, not able to hide the excitement in her voice.

Loki sighed and dropped the spoon in the milky mixture of cornflakes and milk.

"I already told you! Your parents would definitely kill me!"

Frigga frowned. "But then I would be able to … eeeh… protect myself… and others!"

Loki looked up and could see how Frigga turned red. She was probably referring to the bullies at school, but he reminded himself that he wasn't supposed to know that, so he quickly answered.

"I thought you weren't scared of anything..." he said with a smile. Frigga bit her lip.

"I am! But other people aren't!" she said convincingly. Loki smiled.

"Oh really…" he muttered while stirring around the mess in his bowl. "So you're not scared of me then…" he asked after a couple of seconds. Frigga was clearly shocked by the question. She'd been wondering about that the whole night… Loki looked the girl straight in the eyes and waited patiently. For some reason he wanted to know what she would say.

"I don't think so…" Frigga said cautiously after some thinking. Loki pulled up his eyebrows.

"You don't think so…" he repeated. A serious frown appeared on the little girls face and Loki knew she'd been thinking over the same thing. She probably had a whole theory ready… In his head Loki counted from three to one just before Frigga opened her mouth to explain.

"Well.. you see… I grew up knowing that New York had been attacked by aliens and that the Avengers stopped them. I never really learned anything about you… From my point of view, the Chitauri are the bad guys, they've always been the bad guys… It's just a bit hard to think you in the picture too…"

Loki thought about that and nodded.

"All right, I can live with that…" he said while concentrating on a particularly big piece of cereal.

"But it's unfair how they managed to keep me out of the stories!" he continued. Frigga frowned.

"But why?" she asked. It was a question she'd been wondering about ever since she'd found out that Loki had been responsible for the attack on New York.

"Why what?" Loki asked surprised.

"Why did you attack… ".

Loki looked at the girl as if she'd just asked him what kind of colour the sky was.

"Because the Earth needs a ruler!"

Frigga folded her fingers together and smiled. "Are you sure it wasn't because you were jealous?" she asked.

"No! Why would I be jealous!" Loki answered just a little too quickly. He could see the little girl knew he was lying.

"Like I said… The Earth needed.. needs someone to rule it! I mean.. look what a mess you people are getting yourselves into…"

Frigga's smile disappeared. "That's not true! I know there're problems, but it's not like we're not trying!"

Loki smirked. "I'm just saying, it would be better if you had a leader…"

Frigga scowled. "Then why don't you rule it now? As a king, I'm sure you can…"

Loki groaned. He didn't feel like arguing about something the little girl wouldn't understand.

"I think you better go back to your bed!" he said shortly, before getting up and putting the empty bowl next to the sink.

Frigga crossed her arms before her chest and started staring at the young king, but Loki just ignored her and walked to the living room. With one smooth move he fell onto the couch and picked up the book called: Harry Potter and the Sorceress's Stone by J.K. Rowling.

He looked at the cover one more time before he opened the book and started reading.

The Boy Who Lived

Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were…

Loki had to admit that right from the first couple of lines, he already liked the book. He even learned some new words, he was definitely going to use on Thor one day like: good-for-nothing husband and unDursleyisch… And that all on the first page! Why didn't they have one of those J.K. Rowling's on Asgard…

Five minutes later, Loki could feel that Frigga still hadn't moved. He sighed, but kept on reading.

"You know… staring angrily at me won't get you anywhere. I lived alongside Sif my whole life. And I'm quite immune for staring girls in general…"

A sudden sound told Loki Frigga had left her seat and was running towards him. A second later her small, excited face appeared next to him. She sank to her knees, put her hands on the cough and continued staring at the God of Mischief.

"Still not working…" the young king said calmly while flipping to the next page.

Frigga sighed.

"Can you tell me about Sif then?" she asked.

"No!" Loki simply answered.

Frigga sighed irritated and set up her most cute-looking/angry scowl.

"Why no-ot" she asked.

"Because I said 'no'…"

"But why-y-y!" Frigga went on.

"Because I told you to go to sleep…" Loki answered in a monotone voice without looking at the girl.

"But I don't want to go-o-o to slee-ee-eep"

Loki didn't answer and kept on reading so Frigga decided to start staring again. She sat down on the carpet and crossed her arms, fighting off the sleep that was taking over her mind again.

Minutes past and the only sound in the room was that of the turning pages of the book. After ten minutes, Frigga finally gave up. She sighed, got to her feet and made her way to her room, dragging her feet. When her door slammed shut, Loki couldn't keep a small smile of his face. He was rather good at this babysitting stuff. Mentally he tanked Sif for the endless hours of ignore-staring-people-training.

-xxx-

About one hour later, Loki was dragged from the book – Chapter fourteen: Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback - again by the ringing phone. His first reaction was to leave it ringing, but then he remembered it was probably Jane checking up on Frigga. If he didn't pick up, she would be here within five minutes and then he would never be alone again. So the young king quickly got to his feet and walked over to the phone. He looked down at the weird thing and had no idea what to do… How did this thing work again? He tried to think of a moment when Thor or Jane had picked up the phone.

Finally he decided to just pick up the horn. With two fingers he carefully lifted the plastic horn. The ringing stopped immediately.

"Hello!" a voice sounded at the other end. "Frigga? Are you there?"

Loki looked at the little holes where the noise came out. He tried to remember how to hold the bloody thing. After some turning and lifting he finally managed to hold it right, but Loki still didn't keep it against his ear as if he was scared it would implode.

"Frigga is sleeping!" Loki said a little too loud. It stayed silent at the other end.

"Loki?" Jane finally said. Loki sighed.

"No this is Dumbledore speaking, you forgot your magical underwear on the Hogwarts express…" he said sarcastically.

"What!?" Jane shouted confused from the other end. Loki shook his head.

"Never mind… Frigga is sleeping!"

"Sleeping…" Jane asked suspiciously. The young king sighed once more.

"For God's sake! Why do you think I want to hurt her so badly?" he asked irritated.

"Can't you wake her up…" Jane immediately answered. Loki frowned surprised.

"What? What kind of mother are you!"

"Well excuse me!"

"I'm not going to wake her up!" Loki shouted.

"But…" Jane started. But Loki was quick to interrupt. He was getting kind tired of these people ideas. One moment she seemed to trust him, the other she didn't… Couldn't she just make up her mind!

Women… Loki thought.

"Do you honestly think I'm here because I want to be? Do you think I planned this?"

A short silence followed.

"No…" Jane answered silently.

"Exactly! All I want to do is getting away from here! Hurting anyone is not going to help!"

Again, it stayed silent for a couple of seconds.

"But she's all right then? Frigga is fine…"

"Yes!" Loki shouted in relief.

"I'm still going to call back in about an hour…"

"Fine.."

"Will Frigga pick up the phone then?"

"I don't know!" Loki answered with a sigh. "She did fall asleep in her bowl this morning…"

"Right…"

"Right!"

"So…. I'll here you later then…" Jane stuttered, trying to end the awkward conversation.

"I suppose…"

"All right then… Bye Bye…"

"Bye!"

Loki put the phone back and breathed out. At least he could continue reading now…

-xxx-

At the other end of Central park, Jane Foster touched the red button on her touchscreen.

Well that was rather awkward… she thought. She was still worried, though. But on the other hand, she just couldn't forget that talk Loki and she had had on the roof. Loki was right… he really didn't have any reason to hurt Frigga and any attempt on revenge wouldn't help his case…

The worried mother decided to leave it alone.. at least for one hour. She knew she had to focus, because she'd lost quite some time that morning, thanks to the speech Tony had giving all the latecomers…

-xxx-

Three awkward phone calls later, Frigga finally walked into the room, rubbing the remaining sleep out of her eyes. She yawned and looked at Loki. The young king was still lying on the cough, reading. At the looks of it, he would soon need the next book in the series.

Frigga silently cleared her throat to get the young king to notice her presence, but Loki just kept on reading. The little girl sighed and walked over to the cough. She kneeled next to Loki's face again and tried to make eye contact, but Loki's light grey eyes seemed to be glued to the pages.

"I'm hungry…" Frigga suddenly said as innocently as possible. Loki just kept ignoring her.

"I'm hungry…" Frigga repeated in the same tone. Still nothing…

Frigga sighed dramatically and took a deep breath to repeat it once more.

"I'm hun…"

"Poor you…" Loki interrupted without looking at the girl.

Frigga scowled. "You're supposed to make lunch! It's already past twelve!" she said slightly irritated.

"There's food in the fridge…" Loki answered dryly.

"You told mummy you could cook!" Frigga said with an angry expression on her face.

Loki slowly turned to the little girl and smiled. "It's not because I can cook, I actually will…"

Frigga got to her feet and crossed her arms. "I'll tell mummy!" she said pedanticly.

"Then Mrs. Lumiere will come back…"

Frigga opened her mouth to answer, but couldn't think of anything. Loki pulled up his eyebrows as if he wanted to say: "I win!"

"But I'm hungry!" Frigga repeated. Loki shook his head and fixed his attention on the book again.

Frigga muttered and stomped off to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and looked at the few shelves she could reach. Carrots, milk, eggs, whipped cream and some coke cans. She sighed loudly, making sure Loki would hear her.

"I'm gonna drink from the pack!" she shouted after realising Loki was still ignoring her. She took milk and closed the fridge with a dramatic wave. She held up the carton en opened it.

Loki smiled and whistled between his teeth. "Oh, my! Right from the carton…" he said sarcastically.

Frigga frowned once more and put the carton back. She knew she was losing the argument and she didn't like it. As an only child she was used to (almost always) get what she wanted. The little girl's shoulders dropped.

Loki made a clicking noise with his tongue before lowering the book and grinning towards the little girl.

"Unbelievable! When I was around your 'age' I could kill my own food if necessary…"

Frigga crossed her arms. "Well you had, at least, a hundred years before your reached 'my age'" Loki thought about that and nodded.

"Good point…" he said while swinging his long legs of the couch. With one fluent move he got to his feet and swiftly made his way to the kitchen.

"Move it, Midgardian!" he said playfully before opening the fridge again. Frigga took a step back and waited. It seemed Loki was overthinking the possibilities. His eyes shot from one potential ingredient to another. After some silent seconds, a small grin appeared on his face. The young king looked down at the little girl.

"You fancy pancakes?" he asked. Frigga's eyes lit up and her angry, annoyed expression faded away. She nodded fiercely. Loki smiled and started grabbing the right ingredients. Eggs, milk, butter… It took some time before he managed to find the flour. The God of Mischief looked at all the ingredients and sighed. It had been a while – like a really long while – since he'd last cooked his own meal… Especially by using prepared ingredients. After a swift glare at the nervous girl next to him he decided to take advantage of the girl's excitement. The young king put on his most innocent smile possible and asked: "Would you like to give me a hand, by any chance?"

If possible Frigga got even more excited. She was literally jumping up and down while her face started glowing.

"Great!" Loki said whit an overacted smile on his face. He turned around to take a couple of plastic bowls while Frigga climbed on the table.

Loki put the bowls in front of the girl. Frigga had already picked up the bag of flour.

"How much?" she asked. Loki pulled up his eyebrows. He didn't really know.

"Just pour some into the bowl…" he instructed. "I'll say stop!"

Frigga put the tip of her tongue between her lips while trying to pour – most of – the flour into the bowl. She messed up brilliantly, but after she'd managed to pour at least half of the flour into the bowl, Loki finally said: "Enough!"

Frigga breathed out and put down the bag. She looked over her work. Most of the normally black kitchen table had turned white. While biting her lip nervously she looked up at Loki, waiting for him to get angry, but the God of Mischief just looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Oops…" he said dryly. Frigga smiled. Afterwards the young king took out one of the eggs and held it in front of Frigga's eyes. The little girl shook her head.

"I can't!" she said sadly. "I probably break it the wrong way."

Loki tilted his head to the side and pulled up his eyebrows once more.

"Did you ever try?" he asked. Frigga slowly shook her head.

"But when mummy.." she started but Loki's gaze made her shut up.

"How will you know you can't do it, if you don't try?" he said with a smile while forcing Frigga to take the egg. The little girl cautiously took the fragile object in her hands and looked at it, not really knowing what to do next. Loki gestured to the bowl.

"But what if there get some pieces of the shell in the batter?" she asked in high pitched voice.

"Not your problem!" Loki simply answered before gesturing to the bowl again.

Frigga frowned a confident frown and held the egg above the bowl. She took a deep breath and crushed it her hand. White and yellow slime squirted out of her palms and dripped of her fingers. Frigga squeaked when the cold slime found its way down her arm and Loki started laughing. At the moment he was actually having fun.

Frigga quickly moved her hands away from the bowl, but the damage had been done. The white flour was covered with pieces of shell, drained in yellowish slime.

"All right… I think you already noticed," Loki started with an smile, "but that is not the way to break an egg!"

Frigga scowled and suppressed the desire to wave her hands in Loki's direction. She crawled over to the sink, covering her trousers and sticky hands in white flour. She angrily washed her hands and tried to keep the tears out of her eyes. She just hated it when people laughed at her…

Loki cleared his throat to stopped laughing. He knew better then no other that it wasn't funny when people made fun of you. Thor had found his mistakes and gaffes really let's-laugh-with-your-brother-material.

"Wanna see something cool?" he asked when he realised Frigga didn't look at him on purpose, fully aware of the use of her "Cool" – vocabulary. The little girl looked around with big red eyes, not able to hide her curiosity.

Loki held up another egg and smiled mysteriously. Then he let go of the egg, but it kept floating in the air. The young king pulled up his eyebrows as if he was waiting for an applause. Frigga's eyes grew big, forgetting what just had happened. She looked from Loki to the egg and back, waiting for more magic. Loki concentrated back on the egg. From one second to the other the shell was covered in little cracks, filling the kitchen with a crackling noise. Slowly the shell loosened and floated away from the egg. Loki held another bowl under the egg and caught the pieces, after which he made a small movement with his hand and the other pieces, which were spread across the flour, joined the others in the bowl.

Frigga made a high pitched noise of excitement. Loki looked at her and smirked. He quite enjoyed the little girls admiration. On Asgard, and especially Thor, nobody really looked up to sorcerers and witches. Through the years their numbers slowly declined and until some years ago, Loki and Frigga were two of the few magicians left.

Frigga eyes grew so big they almost fell out. She looked at the weird yellowish thing floating in her kitchen. She looked at Loki and with one nod of his head, the young king made the egg drop into the bowl.

The next seconds Loki entertained Frigga by doing the same to the remaining eggs. The little girl couldn't believe her luck. This was way better than watching SpongeBob Squarepants all day!

Afterwards Loki added the milk by making the carton fly through the kitchen, spilling bits of milk everywhere which stayed floating in the air as if they were in space. Frigga playfully snapped the drops from the air with her mouth or let them circle around her hands and fingers.

After a while Loki handed Frigga a whisk and the girl started stirring the mixture as fast as she could. It was quite a big bowl, but because they had a lot of batter, bit of the batter dropped over the sides. Frigga didn't really care, she couldn't get the kitchen table any messier. In the meantime Loki tried to think of a way to bake the pancakes. On Asgard they always used a special peace of stone. At least the normal cooks did… Loki had his own way of baking… The young king turned around again. He was quite sure that people had their own way of baking, but he really didn't feel like trying to work out how exactly.

"Look.." Loki started to get Frigga's attention. The little girl looked up from the bowl and brushed some golden locks away from her face, covering her cheeks in flour.

"I've been using way to much magic already… but if you promise not to tell your parents, I can do some more…"

Loki didn't mean what he said. What did he care of what Thor knew… but he just loved the attention he got from the girl.

Frigga nodded eagerly and smiled. She showed Loki the batter. The young king clicked with his tongue and looked up at the Frigga's face and bit his lip.

"You'll have to stir much harder, otherwise you get clots…"

Frigga looked said at the batter. She'd been stirring as never before, but when she looked at her work she had to admit it was still full of clots. She looked back at Loki as if she wanted to ask if he couldn't do it, but the young king shook his head.

"Don't tell me you can't…" he said faking his anger. Frigga frowned. She bit her lip, pulled up her sleeves – which only resulted in more flour on her clothes – took the bowl in one hand and started stirring again with the other.

"Faster! Much faster!" Loki playfully shouted. Frigga started to get out of breath and her arms were hurting like hell, but she didn't stop. Not this time! The longer she stirred, the less clots were visible. After what seemed ages, the batter finally looked perfect. Frigga stopped stirring and dropped the spoon hard on the table. Bits of batter spread across the kitchen, but she didn't care. Frigga had never been so proud of herself. She looked at Loki, knowing she didn't have to expect him to tell her he was proud of her, but the smile playing on his lips said enough. The young king raised his eyebrows and said: "Told you…"

Frigga smiled. She was still out of breath and had the feeling she never would stop smiling. Loki took the batter and put it next to a big plate he'd just taken.

"Watch and learn…" he said with a smile. Frigga nodded, knowing some magic was coming. Loki made a small movement with his fingers. A little bit of the batter floated from the bowl. While Loki kept making small gestures with his hands and fingers the batter spread and formed a floating circle in the air which made Frigga think of a special kind of fish she'd seen on a school trip to the New York Aquarium. When the mixture had spread Loki focused hard on the floating batter. Slowly it started bubbling and hissing. Frigga couldn't believe her eyes while the batter steadily turned into a – great smelling – pancake.

Loki baked one pancake after the other and the pile on the plate became bigger and bigger and every time Frigga watched Loki's every move. She just didn't want to miss one second. Ten minutes later. Both Loki and Frigga were staring at the pile of pancakes on the kitchen table. They were both thinking the same thing: "That's a lot of pancakes…"

After a couple of seconds Loki clapped his hands and sighed. Using all that magic had tired him a little. A result of the lack of practise. One look on the kitchen table made him decided to take the pancakes, two plates and to sit on the small balcony. Frigga took the sugar, syrup, whipped cream and everything else she liked on her pancake and followed. She sat down next to Loki. After some hesitation she let her feet dangle over the edge too, just as the young king was doing. She knew her mother hated this, but Frigga just loved heights. Besides, there was a barrier right above her legs to keep her from falling as if the architect had thought: "Hey, let's build a barrier in case a little girl and a God want to eat pancakes on the balcony."

Loki put the plate in between him and Frigga and handed his niece a plate. Frigga reached for the top pancake and put it on her plate. She took some sugar and poured way to much over the pancake before taking a bite. When the food touched her tongue she couldn't do anything but be overly impressed. She'd been really hungry and she knew that when she was hungry, food always tasted ten times better. But this just beat everything else. Loki smiled when he saw the satisfying glare in Frigga's eyes and took a pancake himself. It took some time before he had made a choice what to put on it, but after Frigga's advice he decided to take the sugar too. For the following ten minutes both of them just sat on the balcony in silence, feet dangling over the edge, consuming one pancake after the other. For some reason the pile didn't seem to get any smaller.

-xxx-

Loki sighed. He. Was. Full! Frigga answered by sighing twice as loud. She looked at the pile next to her and sighed again.

"Crap…" Loki muttered. Frigga looked up and the young king continued. "Now Thor's going to see I actually cooked…"

Frigga frowned. "Is that a problem?"she asked while putting her plate aside. She rubbed her tummy.

Loki looked at the girl and thought about an answers. He understood how childish it must have sounded, but for some reason he didn't want Thor to think he was starting to like his daughter.

"Why did you make so many then?" Frigga asked when she realised Loki wasn't going to answer.

"Usually I had took cook for six and sometimes seven if my mother decided to join us. Believe me, the worriers three, especially Volstagg, can eat! And even though you wouldn't say it, Sif could eat for two… And don't get me started about Thor…" Loki finished not able to hide his disgust over his former friends and brother. Frigga noticed it, but didn't react.

"Well, now we'll have pancakes for dessert and breakfast! Maybe I can even take some to school…"

Loki couldn't help to smile. Both of them stayed silent for another couple of minutes, staring over New York, trying not to think of the potential throw-up-risk…. Suddenly Frigga sprang to her feet and ran into the house. Loki frowned and watched her disappear to her room. Ten seconds later, Frigga was back again, holding a red binder in her hands. Her bright blue eyes watched Loki as if she was hesitating to ask him something.

"Would you like to help me with my homework?" she finally asked cautiously. Loki's eyebrows shot into the air.

"Homework? You're five!" he said rather rudely. Frigga scowled.

"Almost six!" she answered after which she sat down again and opened the binder. The first page Loki saw showed a picture of a weird man with a funny hat, a green coat and a smoking pipe between his lips. In his hand he held a magnifying glass which made his right eye look extremely out off proportion. Frigga explained while turning the pages one by one.

"That's Sherlock Holmes. He's a detective. He British and he's cool! Together with his friend, Doctor Watson, he solves all kind of crazy, dangerous cases. We just started and Mrs. Jackson, my teacher gave us a little task…" Frigga stopped talking. She'd reached the last page on which Loki could see numerous little squares. Most of them were already filled with what the young king recognized as fingerprints. On top of the page, in big letters, he read

Sherlock Holmes: be a detective
Unique Fingers

Underneath he saw ten little squares filled with small, black fingerprints. Above the first square Loki read

Frigga Foster

written in funny, pointy letters of a girl who only just learned how to right her own name. Under Frigga's fingersprints there was a new title

My Family

it said, followed by a few other rows of squares. Next to the first row of ridiculously fat fingers Frigga had written

Daddy

The next one, with more elegant, skinny fingers prints had

Mummy

next to it.
The rest of the page was filled with names like

Erik, Bruce, Darcy and Ian (those last two were only pictures of fingerprints. Loki supposed that that was because Darcy and Ian were in London.)

About five rows were still empty. Frigga looked up at Loki, her eyes full of hope, excitement and cuteness.

"Would you like to put yours underneath?" she asked as nonchalant as possible, but Loki could hear the desperation in her voice. He looked back at the page and realised that the only reason that Eric, Bruce, Darcy and Ian where there too, was because, next to her parents, Frigga didn't really have any other family. She probably didn't want to look too different in front of her classmates and teacher. A weird kind of feeling struck the young kings heart when he another thought came to his mind. Frigga saw him as family! He looked back at the girl, not really knowing what to answer…

Frigga smiled her beautiful smile.

"You are my uncle after all…" she said just before taking a pink princess pencil out of her pocket and writing in beautiful letters

Uncle

next to the next row.

Cute... ;)

I know, not a lot of stuff happened, but I promise some action in the next chapters ;) Right now I need to focus on Loki's relation ships with the Fosters :)

I hope you liked it! One week of exams to go :(

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