[fic] [306] Maloki: Counting the Years
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ickaimpJust pasting this before I go out to dinner with my folks. ^^;;
A MaLoki birthday fic of sorts. Just cause.
"Ne, Loki-kun? I need your help." Mayura looked beseechingly at the smaller boy as he traded glares with Heimdall, who was following them on their way home from school. "It's Papa's birthday next week and I don't know what to get him!"
Loki looked up, a slightly puzzled expression on his face. "How shall we count the years?"
"Yup!" She bounced a few times before turning contemplative. "Hey, Loki-kun? When is your birthday anyway?"
"Uh..." He paused, a blank look crossing his face. Yamino began to look nervous.
Heimdall snickered.
Loki glowered back.
"How old will you be turning anyway?" Mayura didn't notice as she rambled on "Seven? Eight?"
Loki began to fold his fingers down, silently counting to himself, lips moving soundlessly as he tried to remember.
"You don't even remember how old you are?" Heimdall taunted in a loud whisper.
"Do you?" The brown-haired boy shot back.
The lone visible magenta eye blinked, then widened slightly as he realised that he had no clue either.
His magenta head joined Loki's as they both huddled together to figure this out, fingers folding and unfolding as they counted.
"4... Wait, was that before or after Freyr got Skídhbladhnir?"
"After. But before he got Gullinborsti."
"Curse you for giving him that by the way. How many centuries apart was that?"
"Less than one, sheesh."
"Well pardon me for being stuck watching the Bifrost Bridge. It's rather hard to keep up with the latest gossip there."
"How many centuries are we at?"
"Uh... 5? Hey, could we count by Freya's affairs?"
"…I'd rather not."
“So…” Yamino cleared his throat nervously, distracted Mayura's attention away from the muttering gods. "How young is your father turning?"
-fin-
Skídhbladhnir - Freyr's ship that could fold up to fit in a pocket. Loki got it for him along with Odin's spear Gungni and golden hair for Thor's wife Sif after he cut off all of Sif's hair.
After he had gotten these, he bet his own head with Brokk, a dwarf, that his brother Eitri.
Eitri made Odin's ring Draupnir, which makes 8 identical rings of the same weight every 9 days, Thor's hammer Mjollnir and Freyr's mechanical pig, Gullinborsti.
.... he lost the bet, but kept his head on the grounds that it would hurt his neck if his head was removed, and his neck was not a part of the deal.^__^
*bounces* Sorry. I love birthdays. Not for the gifts or the fact that you're another year older, but just the fact that hey, you're alive. And if you don't celebrate it, who will, ne? ^___^
A MaLoki birthday fic of sorts. Just cause.
"Ne, Loki-kun? I need your help." Mayura looked beseechingly at the smaller boy as he traded glares with Heimdall, who was following them on their way home from school. "It's Papa's birthday next week and I don't know what to get him!"
Loki looked up, a slightly puzzled expression on his face. "How shall we count the years?"
"Yup!" She bounced a few times before turning contemplative. "Hey, Loki-kun? When is your birthday anyway?"
"Uh..." He paused, a blank look crossing his face. Yamino began to look nervous.
Heimdall snickered.
Loki glowered back.
"How old will you be turning anyway?" Mayura didn't notice as she rambled on "Seven? Eight?"
Loki began to fold his fingers down, silently counting to himself, lips moving soundlessly as he tried to remember.
"You don't even remember how old you are?" Heimdall taunted in a loud whisper.
"Do you?" The brown-haired boy shot back.
The lone visible magenta eye blinked, then widened slightly as he realised that he had no clue either.
His magenta head joined Loki's as they both huddled together to figure this out, fingers folding and unfolding as they counted.
"4... Wait, was that before or after Freyr got Skídhbladhnir?"
"After. But before he got Gullinborsti."
"Curse you for giving him that by the way. How many centuries apart was that?"
"Less than one, sheesh."
"Well pardon me for being stuck watching the Bifrost Bridge. It's rather hard to keep up with the latest gossip there."
"How many centuries are we at?"
"Uh... 5? Hey, could we count by Freya's affairs?"
"…I'd rather not."
“So…” Yamino cleared his throat nervously, distracted Mayura's attention away from the muttering gods. "How young is your father turning?"
-fin-
Skídhbladhnir - Freyr's ship that could fold up to fit in a pocket. Loki got it for him along with Odin's spear Gungni and golden hair for Thor's wife Sif after he cut off all of Sif's hair.
After he had gotten these, he bet his own head with Brokk, a dwarf, that his brother Eitri.
Eitri made Odin's ring Draupnir, which makes 8 identical rings of the same weight every 9 days, Thor's hammer Mjollnir and Freyr's mechanical pig, Gullinborsti.
.... he lost the bet, but kept his head on the grounds that it would hurt his neck if his head was removed, and his neck was not a part of the deal.^__^
*bounces* Sorry. I love birthdays. Not for the gifts or the fact that you're another year older, but just the fact that hey, you're alive. And if you don't celebrate it, who will, ne? ^___^
