Written to: West Coast Friendship - Owl City, crosspost from AO3
Defenestrate: To throw someone or something out of the window.
Mealtimes were always a struggle for Loki. Sleipnir was easy enough, he just grazed outside in the pastures with the other horses, none of which seemed to mind the fact that he had four extra legs. In fact, if anyone were to ask exactly what the other horses thought of Sleipnir and his extra appendages, not a single one of them would reply because they were horses and did not concern themselves with such trivial matters as number of legs.
Jörmungandr and Modi were different stories, however.
Jory was partial to little scraps of meat and peas. Modi despised peas. Absolutely despised them.
"You really must eat vegetables, green things, like peas," Loki pleads, holding out a little plastic spoon of peas and mashed potatoes for Modi. Modi sniffs at the offering, licks all around the spoon, lapping up the creamy potatoes and leaving the peas to roll off the spoon onto his tray table, bouncing onto the floor.
"Don't eat those, they're dirty," Loki says, catching Jory by the neck just as the little snake is about to dive off the table after the peas. "I'll get you some more."
Thor sits down beside Loki, a giant ham in front of him. "Hello, loves," he says joyfully. Jory launches himself at the ham, embeds his fangs deep inside the meat, and Thor pries him loose cheerfully, setting him back down on the table.
"Here," Loki says in frustration, pushing the bowl of mashed potatoes and peas towards Thor. "You feed him. He does not want to eat."
Thor moves over to where Modi is sitting, holds aloft a heaping spoon of potatoes and peas.
"No, no, no, you big oaf," Loki says, taking the spoon from him and tapping half of it back into the bowl. "That's far too much, he'll choke."
Thor rolls his eyes, presents the significantly smaller spoonful of food for Modi's inspection. Modi turns his nose up at it.
"Aaaahhh, say aaahhh," Thor says, holding the spoon and making noises like an Æsir battleship. Modi is not amused.
Thor gives a little shrug, sets the bowl and spoon in front of Modi, and turns back to his ham. Modi looks at his bowl, takes up the spoon clumsily, and licks at the mashed potatoes, spitting out the peas as he goes along. Soon enough, there aren't any more potatoes in his bowl, and he pouts at it while Jory watches the fat pink thing reject the best part of his meal.
Unfortunately, Jory and Modi aren't on the same page; the instant Thor's back is turned, Modi picks up his bowl, launches it with an arm Thor would be proud of towards the window. At this exact same instant, Jory darts towards the bowl, hooks himself inside the rim, and dives headfirst into the delightful peas, making not even a sound as he and the bowl are tossed unceremoniously through the window, landing in a soft patch of grass beneath the windowsill a few moments later.
Loki returns to the table with a plate of food for himself, looks suspiciously at Modi, who just smiles sweetly at him. Jory is nowhere to be seen.
"Where's your brother?" Loki asks Modi, examining him closely, even making him open his mouth to inspect inside. "Have you finished all your peas?"
Modi nods, stuffing his fist in his mouth in gleeful triumph. Loki, much too preoccupied with trying to find Jory, doesn't detect the lie, and instead pats Modi on the head and tells him he shall fetch him some chocolate pudding.