Hyuk frowned, tilting his head slightly and sipping his hot chocolate. âReally? You seem alright to me.â At the very least, he did not seem to want anything with him but to annoy his father. That alone was enough to put Loki in his good books. It was just nice for someone to have pure intentions. Well, mostly pure, anyway. âWell, I like you, at any rate.â And maybe he just liked the god because he did not like Emma-O either, but either way, he liked him.
âLoki⊠Norse god of mischief, right?â He may have only known that because of The Avengers, but whatever. Honestly, he was a little surprised. The man in front of him did not seem all that mischievous. âConsidering youâre a god, you seem like youâre a pretty good parent. Alright, at least. No offence, but I donât think you guys are held to that high a standard.â As far as he could tell, most gods did not really care about their kids at all, so the ones who did at least got brownie points.
Hyuk cringed at Lokiâs exclamation, his ears turning red. âYou donât need to say it so loud,â he grumbled, trying not to notice the people who had turned to look at them. It was embarrassing enough to not know how to do something as simple as riding a bike at nineteen; he did not need the whole world to know about it. âWhatâs the big deal, anyway? Do you know how to ride a bike?â Why would a god know how to ride a bike, anyway? That seemed like a silly skill for Loki to have.
âWhat?â He blinked up at the god, yelping as he dragged him to his feet and toward the door. âOh my god, you donât need to teach me,â he argued, his face heating up. Why did he need to know how to ride a bike, anyway? If he ever needed to go anywhere, he always had more than enough money for a taxi. Or, you know, he could walk.Â
âI think this is a little unnecessary.â But even though he was complaining, he was smiling. Maybe he did not need to know how to ride a bike, but it was sort of touching that Loki wanted to teach him. He was being much more fatherly than his actual dad, and it was sort of refreshing.
Out of all of arcadia, to be deemed âalrightâ by someone was a first for Loki, heâs not sure even his own children would label him with a word as kind as that. âOf course I know how to ride a bicycle what do you take me for?â He scoffs as he whisks him out of the cafe and down the street, grip on his wrist unforgiving and not loosening as he made his way away from the entertainment district. âRiding a bike is one of the most basic skills that can set you up for life, once you know how to ride a bicycle-â He pauses, because theres one chained up outside of a shop and he reaches down, snaps the chair between his hands easily, and lifts the bike up under his arm and carries on walking, glancing back at him with an encouraging smile .â-Anything is possible.â
âUnnecessary is my thing.â He tells him, setting the bike down on the grass between two of the buildings and looking him over. He was rather tall, and the bike would be a little cramped for his legs, but it would work. And with that he steps over to him, lifts him up with minimal effort and sits him down on the bike like a child, stabilizing him by holding the back of the seat and the handles. âThese are the breaks. These are the pedals. Now you just have to find your center of balance, once you have that, youâll never lose it.â He tells him, moving to stand behind the bike.Â
âI wonât let go.â He tells him, gripping the back of his seat, and heâs not lying. He could easily let go, sending him careering down the hill into the pond at the bottom, and if this boy was as... unskilled as he seemed, the poor thing probably couldnât swim either. But itâs not that easy, because he can sense anything bad Loki would do to him, perhaps even before Loki himself knew what he was about to do, and so he was safe in his hands.Â
âOnward!â He instructs, a little enthusiastically, giving him a little nudge forward. They were in plain view, and people were probably watching (hopefully Emma-o) but embarrassment was not something that was written in Lokiâs book, so he was not concerned about the boy being seen.Â