Written to Smile - Uncle Kracker, crosspost from AO3
Basorexia: The overwhelming desire to kiss.
Thor watches Loki work in the gardens, weeding and pruning and watering with one hand while the other twirled around in the air, teaching the rose vines to twine around the stakes he'd stuck in the dirt, teaching them how to grow. Modi lay on a blanket beside him, tiny hands reaching up into the air to try to catch an iridescent blue dragonfly that hovers just above his reach.
He's supposed to be training with Sif right now; she had wanted to show him some new move with her battle-axe, and had cheerfully told Thor that the next time he was late to practice she would smack him over the head with his own hammer. Thor sincerely doubted this; he was the only one who could lift Mjolnir, but Sif was not a force to be countered with when she was angry.
He smiles as he leans against one of Idunn's apple trees and watches Loki wipe at his forehead with the back of one hand, leaving a streak of dirt across his fair skin that Thor can see even from here. The dragonfly lands on Modi's nose, and Thor hides a laugh into his hand as his son goes cross-eyed trying to look at the insect, his little hands waving about confusedly, unsure of what to do.
Loki looks over at Modi's squeals of delight, the corners of his mouth twitching up when he sees what all the fuss is about. Then his eyes travel up, up, up, to where Thor is standing in the shade of an apple tree, and Thor cannot help but grin back as Loki's entire face lights up.
He is about to go to them when he feels a firm hand gripping his wrist. He turns.
"You're late again, Thor," Sif says, but even though her tone is serious, there is a spark of laughter dancing in her eyes as she looks past him at Loki and Modi. "Had this been a real battle, no one would have waited for you for the merriment to start."
Thor smiles at her. "I am sorry, Lady Sif, truly," he says, but he and she both know that this won't be the last time. "I will be there in a moment, there is just something I have to do first."
He leaves her standing under the tree, a skip in his step as he walks over to the two of them. He scoops Modi up into one arm, the dragonfly fluttering away with a flash of brilliant blue, wraps the other arm around Loki. Modi giggles and gurgles against his chest as he leans down to press a kiss to Loki's laughing mouth, and Sif, from the shade of the apple tree, hides a smile into the curve of her hand.