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"Uncle? Where did you get your hammer from?" The foal asked, sniffing curiously at the mighty weapon.
—- Curiosity, a trait he could relate to, had prompted both question and the warm puff of breath that fluttered over Mjölnir, a faint hum then audible from the hammer. ‘ It belonged to my father, and was bestowed upon me when I was deemed worthy to wield it. You could say it was a gift, although one that needed to be earned.’
"Moth... Loki?" The young colt stuttered, looking at his parent he had long mourned. “Never thought I’d see you again!” [meme]
Loki smiled widely as he saw his son, quickly moving towards the colt. “I know, my son, I am so sorry,” he murmured, his voice soft.
"Mommy? Mommy why are you so sad?" He asked, coming in shyly, neck outstretched and ears down in insecurity. "Mommy?"
The uncertainty in his child’s body language practically breaks Loki’s heart, and sends a spike of cold fear to his extremities. Reason states that Sleipnir’s wariness and unwillingness to potentially hurt his parent is born of gentleness and compassion; reason, however, has difficulty outmatching Loki’s doubt and the sheer horror at the thought that he might inspire in his children the same reverent fear that his own father had inspired in him.
“I'm not...sad.. Just deep in thought,” he says quietly, and with a tight smile which had aimed to reassure and narrowly missed the mark.
“Did you need something, my little colt?”
"Was..I not good enough?"
“My son…” Loki said, quickly stepping up to him. “No…you are my son. I love you.”
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[Text: Slep] I can hear you from my room...
[Text: Slep] Go to sleep...
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"Son."
@sleipnirsonofloki
Loki looked at the spilled potions and spell books scattered on the floor, not how he'd left them. "Oh Sleipnir." He sighed and went in search of his son, who had no doubt caused this mess, although not intentionally for sure.
"Mummy, look! I'm faster than anyone!" Sleipnir called, his feet thundering on the floor as he galloped around his mum.
"Hmm?" Loki was caught off guard and then smiled warmly when he saw his son approach him. He laughed, "Yes, Sleipnir, the fastest in all of the nine realms."
