smartass_captain

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“I don’t believe we have snowberries,” Loki says, petting Sigrid’s hair as the kids prepare to scamper off. “But I have yet to find anything sweet and fruity they don’t like. Don’t let Ein make himself sick, all right?”

The girls have brakes and won’t over-indulge past the point of an intense sugar high. A toddler will.

He watches to make sure he sees where the children go, and there’s a possibility he’ll be sending an illusion out to keep an eye on them later, but for the moment everyone seems to be comfortable in the party crowd.

He’s pleased by the reaction to his gifts, watching the light dawn on first Felix and then Jim with a slow, impish smile. “Oh, don’t worry, I don’t feel guilty about it. It was an unintended consequence, mind you, but—well, all’s well that ends well.”

He can’t help but find the story funny, in retrospect. “If you wanted, I could certainly enchant them against fire or water to increase their durability, but I imagined you could get those kinds of protections in Felix’s world, as well, so I left them as is. Congratulations on your nuptials.”