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Recumbentibus: The knockout or ending blow, physical or verbal. The final, winning argument.
The first time Loki takes Modi to a mall is also quite possibly the last time. At least, for the foreseeable future.
Modi runs from storefront to storefront, pressing his nose and hands up against the glass to stare at the mannequins within, his little sneakered feet squeaking along the checkered tiles. Loki is, quite understandably, horrified about germs and whatnot, but Modi is too fast for him to catch and scrub down with wet wipes in between each store, and Thor just laughs, shifts the sizable load of shopping bags Loki has acquired to his other hand, and tells Loki that Modi is just doing what children do.
Modi loses whatever sense of composure he had left upon seeing a toy shop at the end of the row of stores. He squeals in delight and totters towards it, weaving and ducking through people's legs, and Loki makes apologies and shoulders people aside in order to catch up to his son.
"Mama! Want dis!" Modi shouts, his tiny voice almost deafening in the small, overly bright and colourful space. "Want dis! And dis! And dis!"
Loki has to draw the line at bubble gum candy cigarettes. Not even Modi's pout, so like his own, can sway him.
"But why, Mama?" Modi asks, stubbornly clinging to the white packet. "Why no?"
Loki tries a variety of excuses, but Modi refuses to listen to reason, and it is too cramped and too bright and Loki's head is starting to hurt.
"Because I said so!" Loki says, frowning and giving Modi a Look. Modi pouts again, but deposits the white packet back where it belongs and goes to tug on Thor's jeans to try to reason with him instead.