Written to: Fade Into Darkness (Vocal Club Mix) - Avicii, crosspost from AO3
Fika: Drinking coffee along with eating something sweet.
Modi climbs up into Thor's lap one breezy spring morning, situating himself firmly on Loki's knees and patting at Mjolnir's hammerhead from her position on the table. The warhammer seems to purr under Modi's curious fingers, and Thor absentmindedly runs his a hand through Modi's dark hair (the child still as of yet shows no signs of turning back, much to Loki's pleasure) as he sips a cup of delicious Midgardian coffee and reads a British newspaper that Loki had left lying around. Loki had taken to reading The Guardian, scouring its inky pages looking for mentions of a fellow named Tom Hiddleston, whom he claimed played him in a few movies. Loki had even brought up the subject of meeting their Midgardian counterparts, and Thor had obliged so far as to read a bit about this Chris Hemsworth person, if only because Loki had mentioned in an off hand manner that he found him rather attractive.
The fact that the man could consume 7 chickens was impressive, and, frankly, alarming. Thor was seriously considering meeting this marvellous specimen.
"Papa," Modi says, nudging Thor in the ribs with an elbow, forcing his father's gaze to him. "Me?" he asks, pointing to the honeycake on Thor's plate.
"Of course, sweet one, if that is what you would like," Thor says, kissing his son's dark hair and turning back to his paper.
Modi nibbles at the pastry, getting his fingers sticky and spilling crumbs all over Thor's lap. He sucks on his fingers, frowning at them as the sticky honey refuses to come off. He cranes his neck back to look up at Thor, but Thor is still distracted, and Modi decides to take matters into his own hands.
He dips the tips of his fingers into Thor's coffee (lukewarm now) and rubs his fingers together, grinning as the stickiness goes away. He stuffs his fingers into his mouth, makes a face at the bitter taste, and flails in the general direction of Loki across the table. Loki looks up from his magazine (where he most certainly was not admiring Chris Hemsworth's delectable body), and with a flick of his wrist, turns Thor's coffee into milk for his son.
Later that night, as Thor lies curled around Loki in bed, Loki hears him mutter something against his back and turns to face him.
"What was that?" he asks, drowsy. "You said something?"
"I can eat 7 chickens too," Thor muttered again, not meeting Loki's eyes. "I cannot see why this is an impressive statistic for that Midgardian actor who has portrayed me in the past."
Loki's eyes widen, and he rolls them, trying to keep the laugh from his voice. "If one didn't know you better, one might say you were jealous. Possessive," he teases, pecking Thor on the cheek.
"I could show you just how possessive I can be," Thor says, rolling over onto Loki suddenly, biting kisses into every inch of flesh he can find and leaving swollen marks all over his skin.