Susurrus: A low soft sound, as of whispering or muttering or a quiet wind; a whisper or a rustling.
Loki wakes up in the middle of the night to a little tug on his hand, and a rustling, sniffling noise beside him. He opens his eyes - Thor is still snoring loudly away beside him, an arm thrown over Loki's waist - to see Modi standing by the side of his bed, pulling at his hand.
"What is it, little one?" Loki asks quietly, so as not to wake up Thor. Modi looks up at him with huge teary eyes, a stuffed teddy bear dangling from one hand. "Did you have a nightmare?"
"Uh, uh!" Modi says. Clearly the child, like Thor, also has no idea how to control the volume of his voice, and Thor snuffles in his sleep beside Loki, rolling over and molding himself around Loki's back. Loki rolls his eyes, shoves Thor's arm aside to allow for easier breathing. Modi holds his hands up to Loki, asking to be picked up.
"How did you get out of your crib?" Loki wants to know as he obliges, picking Modi up and placing him in the little hollow of space that Thor has so graciously left between them. "Although I guess it doesn't matter, since you seem to clearly have gotten yourself here safe and sound. Did Jory help you?"
Modi rolls over, presses his face into Thor's chest, and falls asleep almost instantly.
Loki smiles, watching Thor's and Modi's blonde forms press into each other in their sleep, Thor curling himself protectively, instinctively around his son. He scoots over, gently tucks his head over Modi's blonde curls, and falls asleep with the soft scent of baby in his nose.