Written to: It's Not My Fault, I'm Happy - Passion Pit, crosspost from AO3
Bakku-shan: Someone, especially a woman, who only looks attractive from behind.
"Her name is Angrboda," Loki says, seemingly out of nowhere, watching Thor deflect Jörmungandr's seemingly harmless, curious nibbles at his fingers with the ease that only comes with centuries of deflecting such attacks. Jory's fangs have started to sharpen, good and proper now, and luckily for Modi and Thor, both of them seem to have impenetrable skin that make Jory's sharp nips feel like tiny, barely there pinches. Loki has had no such luck, and sports several bandages on his fingers for his troubles.
"Who is that?" Thor asks, still playing peek-a-boo with Modi. Jory thought it was an absolute childish game, something extremely fitting for the two large, pink objects in the room, and focused all his efforts on trying to bite through Thor's trousers instead.
"Jörmungandr's other parent." At the mention of his name, Jory turns his head quickly; his fangs get stuck in the coarse fabric of Thor's breeches and he squirms about, flailing, as he tries to dislodge himself. Thor picks him up by the neck and gently removes him; he gets a bite on his fingers for his efforts as he sets Jory down on the floor again.
"You do not have to tell me," Thor says, finally turning to face Loki. "It does not matter who it was, who they were, it is far in the past. They are still yours, and I can only love them for that."
Loki smiles, reaching down to scoop up Jory and receiving another bite on his arm. He glares at the baby snake, who cowers away and coils himself around Loki's wrist instead, soothing the puncture marks with little flicks of his forked tongue.
After a few moments of silence and thought, Thor turns back to Loki.
"Was she pretty?" he wants to know.
Loki grins as he remembers.
"No, not particularly," he says, and is pleased to see the flicker of a smile turn up the corners of Thor's mouth. "She was very pleasing from behind, though, I must say. But her face, oh dear," he says, laughing.
"I was rather in my cups that night, after our little dispute. I do not remember the exact details of it, but it was most likely something very silly; they usually are, with us. And, unfortunately, by the time I got around to her front side, it was too late."
Thor's laugh booms around the room, and Jory hisses at him from his perch wrapped around Loki's wrist. Loki pats his scaly head comfortingly.
"Surely it was an eye opening experience," Thor teases him, nudging Loki's foot with his own.
Loki grins. "Quite the contrary; I had to close my eyes quite tightly to get through the whole ordeal."
Thor smiles, rolling over onto the nursery carpet and picking Modi up, holding him above him amidst the baby's squeals of laughter. With tears of mirth in his eyes, he turns to Loki and says, quite seriously, "I'm rather happy to be blessed with a spouse who looks lovely from the back and the front."
Loki can only laugh and agree.