Thor tugs on Loki's exposed ankle, a strip of creamy white skin that has managed to wriggle its way out to peep provocatively at Thor from between the sheets. Loki's head, a spray of dark hair haloed around his face, seems miles away, and Thor can just make out a little twitch at the corner of Loki's mouth as Thor wraps his fingers around Loki's skin and pulls.
"Loki," he mutters, "you have to get up now, Modi is screaming bloody murder downstairs" - this is punctuated with yet another array of smashing, tinkling glass and a great uproar from the throne room - "and he's crying for you. I would highly recommend you go down, now."
Loki mumbles something into his pillow and rolls over, burrowing further into the sheets.
"I do believe Jory mistakenly ate something of Modi's. He is in a rather odd shape." The baby snake had been almost a perfectly-formed pyramid, the moment Thor had seen him last. Of course, this might have been an error in perception, as Thor had witnessed Modi picking up the snake and disposing of him promptly through an open window.
Loki mutters something else, and wriggles his head underneath the pillows to drown out Thor's words.
"He's your son." Loki's voice comes to him from a great distance, and Thor winces as the castle shakes beneath his feet.
"Why is he only my son when he does things like this?" Thor wants to know, but Loki has promptly fallen back to sleep. Thor only sighs, checks his armour for the upcoming confrontation with 'his' son, and goes downstairs.