Crosspost from AO3
Gumusservi: Moonlight shining on water.
"What do you think about the Caribbean?" Thor asks, tossing a honeymoon catalogue Loki's way. Modi had just begun to crawl, and insisted on wobbling all over the nursery and castle, wearing paths in the soft nursery carpet and always somehow managing to be underfoot when anyone was carrying a heavy pot of soup. Of course, once they tripped over him and splattered the soup all over themselves, he would just giggle and crawl away, much to the chagrin of many a cook in the Asgardian kitchens.
"What about the Caribbean do you like?" Loki says, picking up the catalogue and poring over it. "What is your fascination with the sea or large bodies of water?"
Modi looks at a fat stack of catalogues sitting by Loki's thigh, decides that it would make a good tower to climb on top of, and proceeds to slip and slide all over the glossy pages. Loki runs a hand through his son's unruly blonde curls absentmindedly.
"I have always wanted to travel on a ship," Thor says, "and not for my final voyage into Valhalla, you know the one, where they toss your body on a boat and set you off into the sea and then shoot flaming arrows at you. I know that's the way it's been for thousands of years, but I for one am reluctant to have that be my first and only voyage on a sea vessel."
Loki snorts, rolls his eyes, and continues flipping through magazine catalogues. He has to admit that the Caribbean does look rather nice, with its big white cruise ships named after English queens sailing through aquamarine water that cupped the full moon amidst its soft swells during the night. And the white beaches, and the sand, and Loki figures he could probably get gorgeously tanned without getting burnt too badly. Helblindi had given him a few bottles of a Midgardian concoction called sunscreen, SPF 45, which he claimed had protected his jötunn skin very well from Midgard's harsh climates.
Loki could envision it already, the sweet, salty smell of the water while he sat on a lovely sandy beach and sipped pink drinks with umbrellas...
And then Thor rudely butted into his vision again, tossing another catalogue his way. This one was for sailing around the frozen seas of Jotunheimr.
Loki snorts, a definite no, and gives the catalogue to Modi to add to his slide.