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It was something that had been planned for weeks. Thor had been over watching them for a night while Loki was still at work. All three kids had rounded up on him in such a serious way he thought something bad had happened. But, all they had wanted was to do something special for Loki on Mother’s Day. They knew how hard it was on him to be at work all the time and try to provide a comfortable lifestyle for them, the least they could do was give a pre-game for Father’s Day. Loki did enough to fill both parental roles, so why not?

Thor, of course, was touched by their plight and agreed to help.

Early Sunday morning he had sneaked across to their house and let himself in with the spare key. The normally loud and boisterous personality contained and bottled in an effort to pull one over on Loki—who hopefully still slept silently upstairs. He was met at the door by Fenrir who was bouncing from one foot to the other in giddy anticipation, wanting to show Thor what he’d done. It was cute, the picture of Bambi and his mother—colored black to match Fenrir and Loki. Okay, it was really cute. Thor had smiled and ruffled his hair, telling him what a good job he’d done. That seemed to satisfy him because he took off toward the kitchen.

Jor and Hela were both there—one seated at the counter stirring something in a bowl and the other testing the heat on the griddle. Not that he didn’t trust Jor and Fenrir (because he did), but he was glad to see Hela manning the fire, so to speak. They all exchanged near silent greetings before Fenrir showed him what Jor and Hela had done for Loki, too. Thor couldn’t help the grin that curled his lips when he read Hela’s and felt her eyes on him as he read. And just as he expected, when he looked up to catch her eye, there was that half-smirk that he so often saw on Loki’s lips, settled on hers.

Thor was just there to supervise and to make sure it all went off without a hitch. Also to pull the dishes down from the cabinets since he was the only one tall enough to reach them without the stepstool. The bacon had gotten a little burnt and the pancakes were a little bit too dark, but it didn’t matter. All three kids had worked together—both in making the breakfast and destroying the kitchen. Batter had spilled over the counter and the floor, grease had splattered over the oven top, juice had overflowed the glass and the coffeepot hadn’t been under the stream once it had started.

But, they had managed to make everything presentable enough on a tray Thor had made after he’d been asked to help. A quick note was scrawled and held down under the plate. A small vase with a few orchids decorated the corner. Rather than wait for an accident to happen if one of the kids carried it upstairs, Thor took it himself and stopped just outside of Loki’s bedroom door. It was passed off to Jor and Hela opened the door. Fenrir bolted inside and took a flying leap—Thor saw that before he quickly passed to head back downstairs—and landed on top of Loki.

“DAD WAKE UP!!”

All Thor heard was a noise of confusion and that familiar world-wrecking silence before he verbally lacerated someone. But, then that never came and instead a soft “Thank you” was said in a tone he’d never heard before. It made his heart swell a little bit bigger and get a little warmer. Happy that at least Loki lets his kids into his heart.

He tuned them out from there. Something like that seemed too intimate and private for him to be listening in on, so instead he set to work and completely (and quickly) cleaned the kitchen from any and all mess they had made. The spare key was left on the hook by the door and he slipped out as silent as he had come. Except on the short walk back, he took his phone out and sent an addendum to his written note:

Dinner tonight. 7:30, my place. Sif already knows.