Written to: the entire Frozen soundtrack, crosspost from AO3
Persiflage: Light banter.
Modi and Jory have absolutely no idea why their parents seem so infatuated with this silly, baby movie. And Modi most definitely is not a baby, he would like to inform his parents that he is a big boy, thank you very much, but he as of yet still has no idea how to shape the words with his mouth, and perhaps it would help if he could just run in a straight line instead of veering off to the side to hang off Frigga's draperies to steady himself. Despite their efforts, Modi and Jory do not seem able to convince Loki and Thor to stop watching Frozen.
Jory is absolutely infuriated; he has been forced to watch the movie no less than 32 times in the past three days, and is getting quite tired of the whole thing. And no, he cannot Let It Go, as that blonde slip of a queen seems to be adamant on promoting as some method of self-help.
Jory rolls his eyes and keeps his mouth shut very tight as he watches the blonde buffoon and his mama sing along to the film, his little tail flicking with disapproval from side to side.
"Love is an open doooo~oooor, love is an open dooo~~oooorrrrr, love is an open door, with you, with you, with you, with you, love is an open dooooorrr~~"
Jory curls himself around a stuffed bear and squeezes its neck, lashing out in frustration. Modi covers his ears with his little hands and goes to sit in the corner of the hall. The echo only grows worse there, and he grumbles to himself in disappointment. Modi wraps himself in Frigga's draperies and pointedly lies down, trying to nap.
He must have fallen asleep, because he wakes up to Loki screeching at the giant Midgardian screen. Modi doesn't understand him, doesn't really understand why he is screaming at Anna, but he crawls out from under the curtain anyway, because Loki's screaming usually signifies the movie will be ending soon. Right as he crawls out, right on cue, the tall man with the red-brown hair on the screen swings his sword at Anna, and Modi stuffs his mouth into his hand as Anna turns into stone.
Jory is glaring daggers at his mama; however, he is far from basilisk status, and so his glare affects Loki not in the slightest.
"It is a very good movie," Thor says, for the 32nd time, as he and Loki are lying in bed together. "I am glad that Anthony recommended it."
"It is quite excellent," Loki replies, grinning up at the ceiling. "You remind me of Kristoff," he tells Thor, rolling over to look at him. "Tall and blonde and idiotic, but charming when you wish it. Mjolnir can be Sven."
Thor laughs, a deep rumble. "You...hm. I'm not sure. You remind me of everyone in the movie, at equal turns."
"Not Olaf, surely?" Loki asks, laughing, his eyes twinkling with merriment.
"But of course, Olaf, as well," Thor exclaims, rolling over and tickling Loki fiercely. Loki laughs and thrashes underneath him. "Hi, I'm Loki, and I like warm hugs," Thor says, mimicking the snowman as he wraps Loki in a tight hug.
"Well," Thor says as he releases Loki, "you do remind me of Hans; you are rather cunning, but at the same point, I do not feel that it is flattering if I compare he to you. You are much more attractive."
Loki is silent for a few moments, for so long that Thor begins to think he has fallen asleep, before Loki slips his hand into Thor's and says, up to the ceiling, "Hans is a douche."
"I completely agree," Thor says with a smile, squeezing Loki's fingers in his own.