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Little boys are mischievous balls of pure energy wrapped in wide-eyed innocence. They are mystified by the adult world around them and determined to mold themselves into the shadow image of their father. Thor and Loki were no different. A sparse few months separate the three and half year old from his adoring three year old brother but as Thor imitates Odin, Loki imitates Thor. It was a constant cycle of amusement throughout the royal court.
Frigga tried her very best to be a good mother to both boys. However, dealing with two young children wore down even the most resolute of women. Having spent most of the morning attempting to convince the duo that her handmaidens were not demons from another realm that would snatch her away while they bathed, the young queen sat in her chair completely withered. The boys were mostly visible in the next room amongst the bubbles and splendor of the grand tub, a crowd of adoring servants at the ready for anything they might need.
"You look tired, m'lady." A deep baritone interrupted her solitude.
Jumping to her feet and smiling, hiding any traces of fatigue, Frigga turned to her king. "Oh no, Odin, my love, I was just taking a moment alone." She smiled sweetly.
Looking her up and down, Odin took a deep breath. "Raising two boys so close in age could wear even the most unyielding of mind and body to tatters." He chuckled. "I hope they have not caused my queen too much torment on this lovely day." He took her hand in his gently kissing the knuckles.
Blushing, Frigga smiled genuinely. "The boys were trying to save me from the evils of another realm, who just so happen to be my ladies-in-waiting." She laughed.
Nodding his head in thought, Odin took his seat. "Well, at least they are keeping the lovely ladies of the land safe in my absence." He was cut short as a great noise erupted from the bathing room.
Two very wet boys, still covered in bubbles, came running into the room, a small seashell covering one eye of each and a small wooden spear in their hand. "Unhand her!" Thor demanded as he came to a halt in-between his parents.
Loki adjusting his eye patch, squared his shoulders. "Queen Frigga is ours! You can't have her!" He stood behind Thor, looking at the blonde for approval.
Thor grinned. "That's right. I am the King and she is my lady. You can't have her!" He pointed the spear out at his father.
Keeping his face still and his hand steady, Odin peered down into his sons' blue and hazel eyes. "I believe, my good fellows that this lady is already spoken for. You must find one of your own." He stood and extended his hand which Frigga accepted.
Slumping his shoulders in defeat, which Loki mirrored, Thor frowned. "How will I ever find a woman as fair as she?" He whined and plopped down on the floor.
Trying to save the moment, Frigga answered before Odin had the chance. "You will each find a wonderful woman. You will love her and kiss her and give me and your father many grandchildren." She smiled.
Both boys jumped up. "You mean we have to have kiss them and have kids?" They looked disgusted.
Odin laughed out loud. "Of course, your wife will expect to be loved and have children that you will love together." He looked fondly from one son to the next.
Thor shook his head. "No way. I am not going to get a wife then. Kissing is gross." Thor walked back towards the tub, seashells and the spears lying forgotten in their wake.
Loki agreed. "Girls are gross, we don't need any after all, huh?" Thor nodded his head in agreement.
Frigga and Odin held their laughter until the boys were back in the tub. Then both laughed until they cried. Their boys were most delightful.
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