Asterismos: "Marking with stars;" a word that gives weight or draws attention to the words that follow; related to asterism, a constellation or a starlike figure of light.
Don't get him wrong, Loki absolutely adores that Modi takes after him. Loves the little twinkle of mischief his son gets in his eyes, loves the little dimple that appears at the corner of his mouth when he has played a delightful prank (namely, hiding spiders in Loki's clothes and Thor's hair; Loki almost passed out when he saw the huge tarantula Modi had hidden in Thor's mane the night before, which had decided to make its appearance the following morning, crawling over Thor's face as he ate his porridge).
He likes the baby blue nuance of Modi's skin that the child sometimes gets when he is sleeping, frost reaching out over his skin and turning his rosy cheeks a deep purple.
But apparently, Modi takes after him more than he previously thought, he thinks to himself as he sits at the tiny table Modi had pushed over by the window. Thor is having a harder time of it, his knees knocking under the table with every breath, and Modi stops to scold his papa for his clumsiness as he threatens to knock over the teapot yet again.
Loki fervently wishes he could have followed Jory's quick escape out the window, but as it is, he finds himself stuck at Modi's tea party. And he most certainly does not want to know what exactly is in that teapot.
"Mama, dwink." Modi's tiny voice is a command, and Thor laughs, nudging Loki in the side. Loki grimaces at the dark, thick liquid in his porcelain teacup. Thor had been drinking copious amounts of the stuff, praising Modi's ability to throw a party, but Loki still had his doubts.
"Why?" Loki asks his son. "If I drink this, then there'll be less for your papa and you, and you two seem to enjoy it."
Modi screws up his face, thinking hard.
"You wuv me," he says after a moment. "Mama wuv me."
"Yes, this is true," Loki concedes. "And it's because Mama loves you that I want you and papa to have my tea instead."
"Want Mama to dwink," Modi commands, pushing the teacup over to nudge against Loki's wrist. "Mama wuv me."
Loki sighs, pinches Thor's thigh under the table at the thunderer's bark of laughter, and holds his breath as he lifts the cup to his mouth, swallowing quickly and sputtering and coughing as whatever is inside the cup burns at the back of his throat. He runs to the bath and coughs the rest of it into the sink.
Modi toddles after him a moment later, patting at Loki's knee, and telling him what a good mama he is.
Loki just frowns, wondering when his son got so manipulative, and continues trying to get the bitter taste out of his mouth.