Written to: Tokyo - Imagine Dragons, crosspost from AO3
Agelast: Someone who never laughs.
Odin is not particularly amused when Frigga unceremoniously dumps Modi into his lap and commands him to spend some quality time with his grandson while she prepares a bottle for him. It had been centuries since he'd been face to face with a real, live babe, and this was somewhat of a discomforting experience for him. Modi, on the other hand, didn't show any signs of distress, not even when Odin eyed him with his one good eye with a look that would have made most grown men cower in fear.
He simply babbles up at Odin unintelligibly, and when Odin looks up across the throne room to see if there are any other people in the throne room that might possibly be coerced into taking care of him, Modi takes a great fistful of beard and tugs. When Odin looks down at him with a disgruntled look on his face, Modi smiles brightly up at him and continues talking in a language that Odin cannot understand.
"I must say, you are quite the chatterbox," Odin comments, and Modi tilts his head to one side, staring up at him with huge blue eyes that remind Odin so much of Thor as a child. "You probably get that from Loki, don't you? Thor was never quite so...talkative."
In Odin's memory, Thor as a toddler had been quite apt to picking up tables and chairs and throwing them across the room before looking back at Odin and Frigga and clapping his tiny hands in delight. Modi, on the other hand, seemed more than content to just sit quietly in Odin's lap and play with his beard and anything shiny that was in his reach (including but not limited to the arms of the throne, Odin's sceptre, and his eyepatch).
"Boo!" Modi shouts at him when Odin once again lets his attention drift, and Odin snaps his gaze back to the baby in his lap, astonished by the volume the tiny bundle he held could produce. "Boo?" Modi questions, a little bit softer as he meets Odin's stare with his own.
"Boo? Do you find me frightening?" Odin asks. "I am your grandfather. That means I'm your father's father. And I guess your mother's father, too. Never mind. Perhaps it is better if Loki explains it to you, I am not good at these things."
Modi concentrates very hard, and far off in the distance Odin can hear Thor slamming Mjolnir around the training grounds, accompanied with loud cracks of thunder. After one particularly loud clap, Modi squeals with laughter and shrieks, "Boo!" as if he is imitating the noises outside. Against Odin's better wishes, he can feel a corner of his mouth tilting up in a smile.
Frigga comes back a few minutes later, a fresh bottle for Modi in her hands, and is astonished to find her husband laughing and tickling Modi with his beard.