Jentacular: Relating to breakfast.
Loki, despite his great appreciation for fine dining, has little to no idea how to cook. So when Modi wakes up in the early hours of the morning and toddles over to Loki's side of the bed, slapping him awake with cold little fingers and pointing at his mouth, Loki is absolutely at a loss. The cooks are still fast asleep - it would be hideously rude to wake them, not after they make such delicious cakes day after day without fail - and Loki wouldn't trust Thor with peeling an orange, much less making food for a child.
Loki takes Modi's hand and the two of them go off to the darkened kitchens, where Loki places Modi on a sack of potatoes and roots through the cupboards for a pan.
"Ehhh, Mama," Modi says, patting at the potatoes underneath him.
"Egg? You want eggs?" Loki asks, lighting a little fire in the hearth. The flickering blue flames dance in the fireplace and cast long shadows over the room. Modi nods, stuffing his fingers in his mouth, and watches Loki crack open two large, beautiful eggs into the pan with a knob of butter.
Once the eggs are finished, beautifully fluffy and yellow - and Loki is quite proud of them - he comes and sits down next to Modi, blowing on a little bite of scrambled egg before lifting it to Modi's mouth.
Modi takes the fork, stuffs the egg into his mouth, chews thoughtfully for a few seconds before making a face.
"What is it?" Loki asks anxiously. "Does it taste good?"
"Ba, Mama. Tay bad."
Loki frowns. Tastes the egg - which to him tastes at least passable. Modi turns up his nose at another proffered bite, and Loki sighs and fetches Modi a little bowl of cereal instead.