Disclaimer: I do not own Thor, but I would like to own Loki… Even Dad!Loki. I think he's sweeter than he lets on.
Loki was busy brushing the crumbs off his daughters face when the phone rang. He made sure the two kids where well situated before he walked into the kitchen to pick up the phone.
"The Odenson's house" Loki fervently hoped it wasn't his editor. Spells got a little wonky when they traveled over phone lines and he figured he had already done enough mischief for one day. Wait. Since when was one transformation enough mischief? Since when was one transformation any mischief? Ahh, the things he had done back in Asgard…
"Loki?" Lovely Darcy's voice traveled over the phone. Loki immediately perked up. "How are the children?" Loki deflated a little.
"Fine, Dearest. How is New Mexico?"
She chatted for a few moments about her work in America, pausing to remind Loki that he had another children's book due to his editor in a few days. (He was doing a fairly good job at avoiding that fact.)
"May I talk to the children?" She continued "Little Sarai is so good to go without her mother for so long!"
"Ah yes, the children are right—" Loki glanced back at the empty table, "…Here?" He turned to fully examine the table. Crumbs of the floor. Untouched cookies. Empty chairs. Open window.
"Dear Heart, I must have told them they could play by the pond. I should go out and watch them. Good bye, Love" Loki quickly hung up the phone and stalked outside.
Loki cursed to himself as he saw the giant footprints of a sphinx outside his house. Two sets of prints— one coming and one going— started and stopped in the same place behind the cottage.
They took his kids? Oh, someone was going to pay for this.
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A/N- I think it's a little funny that, for all Loki's magic, he is using the phone to talk to Darcy.