Written to: Kill Your Heroes - Awolnation, crosspost from AO3
Feuillemort: The colour of a dying leaf.
Loki sighs lazily and fans himself ineffectively with a fanned out sheaf of papers; he was sure that whichever long dead scholar had written them was surely turning over in his grave. But as it was, the castle was far too hot for his liking, and not even a stray breeze was willing to come along and pop its head into the castle to soothe him.
Loki frowns, closes his eyes - Modi is squealing at some large bug or another he's found in the gardens, and is surely no doubt running to his mama at this very minute to show him what manner of horrific creature he has managed to unearth. Loki steels himself for the inevitable confrontation. Modi had an uncanny knack for detecting when his mama was using seidr to hide from him, by turning himself invisible or into some unassuming piece of furniture. This did not deter the child, who would just deposit the insect on said furniture and wait until Loki transformed back into himself, batting at his robes and swatting at his skin to try to get rid of the phantom sensation of a multitude of crawling legs on his skin.
The child and his newfound monster's footsteps are quickly pattering up the stone corridor, getting closer and closer to Loki.
Loki purses his mouth in distaste, closes his eyes tightly, and pictures visions of fall, cool and brisk, hands cupped around a pumpkin spice latte - no matter how that idiot Anthony Starkson made fun of him for enjoying girly drinks, they were delicious - and leaves of all colours, red and crisp and dying so beautifully, fluttering down all around him.
So lost is he in his perfect visions of autumn that when his son deposits a frighteningly huge centipede in his lap, Loki doesn't even budge an inch, doesn't even offer up so much as a twitch of his eyebrows.
Modi, confused by this, prods Loki in the thigh to make sure he is alive. When Loki still does not respond, Modi gathers up the centipede, and, still looking at him suspiciously, runs off to tell his papa that someone has made a statue of Mama.