loki land

//

“And he shows them pearly white–” Loki momentarily pauses at the interruption of the door of your daughter’s room opening. You mouth a quick ‘sorry’. He gives you a soft smile before turning back to your kid.

“teeth.” Loki concludes reading, theatrically snapping the children's book shut. “There you go, chicken. That’s why we brush our teeth.” He ruffles your daughter’s hair.

“I’ve never seen you brush your teeth.” The kid accuses. You stifle your laugh with the palm of your hand while Loki frowns at her. “That’s because I do it after your bedtime.” He says, the wrinkle between his eyebrows very evident now.

Your daughter looks skeptical, turning to you for the truth. “Does he?” She loudly ‘whispers’. 

“He does.” You nod, perfectly serious.

“You’ve seen him do it?” She squints at you, playing the role of tiny interrogator. This time you break into laughter. 

“Now she’ll never believe I do it,” Loki scoffs playfully.

“I promise Loki brushes his teeth,” you reassure her between giggles.

“Okaaaay.” The kid gives in finally. “Cause you said it’s important and I don’t want you to die.” She pokes Loki's chest.

You open your mouth in shock. “Why would he–”

“Mama, please, this is a private conversation!” Your kid scolds you. You raise your hands up in defense.

“Why exactly would I die?” Loki questions bewildered.

“Because of a cavity!”

“Chicken, I’m a god. I'm not getting a cavity.”

“Prove it! Race you to brush our teeth!” Your daughter exclaims, jumping off the bed and running to the bathroom. 

“You ever even had a cavity?” 

Loki shakes his head smugly. You roll your eyes. “Hurry up, dad!” The kid yells from the bathroom. You and Loki exchange surprised looks.

“Did she just…?”

“Call you dad for the first time? I believe so.” You grin. “Seems like you've been promoted.”

//