#v; team

[notyoungest]

Brynhildr toddles up to Loridi and holds a little dandelion up to him. "Lori, flower!" She gently places it on his shoe and then waddle-runs away, babbling to herself about snacks and nap time.

As the infant toddles up to him, the young god watches cautiously, as if Brynhildr might throw an explosive tantrum from which he will never recover at any moment. He squints at the weed she shows him and goes rigid when she places it on him. He’s about to correct her because his name is Loridi, not Lori, and that is most definitely not a flower, but there’s something about her voice that has him so close to smiling he has to cover it with his palm.

Loridi watches her walk away calculatingly, still hiding that almost smile as if it’s somehow a weakness. Still, after she’s a safe distance ahead of him but not quite out of sight he follows, just close enough so that if she falls he can right her in an instant. It’s not like she’s really going to be the youngest for much longer either. Then she’s just another kid, nothing special, and maybe he’ll be there to make sure that she doesn’t get forgotten if she needs him to.

[notyoungest]

-leaves a little note for him that reads: "I hope you have a good day, son. Make sure to wear clean undergarments and to carry your phone while on Midgard, so we can find you if you get lost. If you do get lost, just walk toward the big ugly building in the center of New York. Stark's people will take care of you. Try the shawarma place if you get hungry. See you later, I love you, be good. -- Papa"-

The young god picked up the note suspiciously, eyes scanning it quickly, and he forced out a disdainful scoff at the end. Who was the god of thunder to remind him to change his undergarments daily when Mor had taught him that? Loridi was an adult. He could take or leave his phone anywhere if he wanted to, and there was nothing his “father” could do about it. Why would he go to Stark’s people if he needed help, honestly? Friends of Thor’s were not friends of his. Shawarma, that sounded disgusting.

“What a joke,” he thought as he crumpled up the note into a ball before tossing it onto the floor and walking away.

Not even five minutes later he walked back into the room, grabbing his keys and phone off the counter and stuffing them into his pockets. Looking both ways as if he was afraid someone would catch him, Loridi stooped down to pick up the discarded piece of paper and smoothed out all of its wrinkles gently. His fingers traced over the familiar handwriting fondly, slowing at the last line to rub his thumb against it as if he wished the words would sink into his skin and stay there permanently. Having practically memorized every word, the godling tucked the note lovingly behind his phone case and headed out with a tender smile etched onto his face.

[notyoungest]

“Before you tell me how much I look like Thor, could you consider perhaps not doing that?”

[notyoungest]

BROTHER! *picks him up and gives him a big hug* Where in the nine realms have you been?! ~modithorson

“Hello, Modi. Could you please put me down? I’m not a child anymore.

I’ve been with Mor, of course. You should have visited more often if you wished to see me.”