The doubletakes earn a cheeky sort of grin and a playful bow from the child Trickster when he spots them. He doesn't mean any mischief, but he's clever enough to make the connection of what they likely remember, and so leans into the expectation just a little.
"My thanks, ser!" The kronan is absolutely exciting to run across, and Loki has to reign in his multitudes of curious questions in the face of his self-appointed mission to Find Thor. Though that doesn't stop him asking for a selfie with him- Leigh would undoubtedly be delighted to see proof he was making friends.
In her dry, disapproving of his shenanigans way that was.
Youth certainly means it's quick enough for the godling to dart towards the house, mindful at least in his enthusiasm not to trample any of the furrows. And by some miracle doesn't slam the door open with how easily it swings inward at his touch. He pauses only a moment, curious gaze skipping over the place Thor had chosen for himself, while Ikol flutters over to land on the arm of the sofa, clearly judging the God of Thunder's brackets.
"Thor!" If he didn't notice, well this was his warning, the tiny Trickster all but bounding across the room to claim his other-dimensional brother in a great bearhug. Or well. As great a one as his tiny arms could manage. Surely enthusiasm made up for that detail though?
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"My thanks, ser!" The kronan is absolutely exciting to run across, and Loki has to reign in his multitudes of curious questions in the face of his self-appointed mission to Find Thor. Though that doesn't stop him asking for a selfie with him- Leigh would undoubtedly be delighted to see proof he was making friends.
In her dry, disapproving of his shenanigans way that was.
Youth certainly means it's quick enough for the godling to dart towards the house, mindful at least in his enthusiasm not to trample any of the furrows. And by some miracle doesn't slam the door open with how easily it swings inward at his touch. He pauses only a moment, curious gaze skipping over the place Thor had chosen for himself, while Ikol flutters over to land on the arm of the sofa, clearly judging the God of Thunder's brackets.
"Thor!" If he didn't notice, well this was his warning, the tiny Trickster all but bounding across the room to claim his other-dimensional brother in a great bearhug. Or well. As great a one as his tiny arms could manage. Surely enthusiasm made up for that detail though?