#the sugar nickname in this screams self indulgence

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

Try Not to Laugh

Peter Maximoff x telekinetic!reader

SFW; Silly fluff, romantic relationship

Words: 1199

Summary: The silver-haired speedster spends several minutes trying to make his telekinetic partner laugh with some silly 80's themed jokes.

Warnings: Really cheesy jokes, salty Peter Maximoff, flirty Peter Maximoff, and tickles

DISCLAIMER: This fic is old and although I edited it, the writing may not be up to par (I'm probably overthinking) Also please forgive me if this isn't super time accurate (80's jokes being told in the 80's am I right? 💀) I just wanted to find a way to incorporate bad 80's jokes with this dorky man 😖🤍

"Why couldn't the Ghostbusters ever finish Oregon Trail?" Peter questioned with a grin, patiently waiting for his partner to acknowledge the first half of the joke.

With a big sigh, followed by a slow exhale, Y/N played along. "I-I don't know, Peter... why couldn't they?"

"Because, they couldn't cross the streams," the speedster answered proudly.

"Peter, are you kidding me?" Y/N questioned, a sigh leaving their lips as they placed their hand on their forehead. Peter groaned as he'd yet again failed to draw out laughter from his lover.

"Oh come on! How did you not laugh at the one? You love Ghostbusters! That one was funny!"

"Do you see me laughing, Maximoff?"

"Alright, how bout this one?" Peter challenged, stretching his arms as though he were preparing to train in the danger room. His smile grew slowly as his mind ran through the buildup and the punchline repeatedly. "What do you call a special interest group devoted to getting Pac-Man elected?"

"What?"

"A pac-PAC."

Y/N raised an eyebrow before sighing again and shaking their head as Peter giggled over his own joke.

"Peter..."

"Come onnn, disco ball! That was a good one!" Peter insisted.

Y/N pinched the bridge of their nose. "It was cheesy. A 'pac-PAC?' Really!?"

"Fine then," Peter's lips curled down in a frown of determination as he nodded and shrugged. "Third time's the charm. What did the '80s tech employee say was wrong with the printer?"

"What did they say?"

"It was stuck in Depeche Mode!"

"That has to be the worst one yet."

"Alright, that's it!" Peter growled playfully, which made Y/N's breath hitch.

They shrieked when Peter gently tackled them backward on the bed, and squealed with laughter when their boyfriend's fingers wiggled on their sides. "You haven't laughed at a single joke and all of them were so. damn. funny!"

"P-Peheheheter! Thihihis i-ihihihisn't fahahair!"

"All's fair in a game of try not to laugh, sugar~" Peter hummed, leaning down to Y/N's ear. "I like making you laugh with this method more anyway. And I know for a fact that you do too~"

Y/N could only squeak in response, giggling when Peter pressed a few kisses behind their ear. He lay down beside them and gently pulled them into his arms, peppering kisses all over their face before holding them close.

"You're so cute," he giggled. "I love you."

"I love y-you too," Y/N said quietly, hiding their face in his shirt.

"Feelin shy? Totally my fault, right?"

"Y-Yehehes, you jerk..."

"Ouch~ Shy and feisty~" Peter bit his lip cheekily and batted his eyelashes. "I love when you get feisty~"

"Peter!"

The speedster was snickering at the expression on Y/N's face, but that smug little smirk fell when Y/N used their powers to keep him still. Ah, the drawbacks to tickling your telekinetic significant other~

Wait... what are you- disco ball, don't you dare," Peter warned, feeling giggles bubbling up in his throat. "Y-Youhou know I'll immediately gehehet y-you back."

Y/N ignored his warning, well aware that Peter would quickly turn the tables, and gently clawed the sides of his upper ribcage. A high pitched gasp left their boyfriend's lips before he bit his lip to muffle his laughter. When Y/N quickly spidered his fingers on his neck, he was unable to stop his giggles.

"Your laugh's so cute!" They giggled, moving their hands to his underarms.

"Dohon't youhouhou dahare! Dohohon't youhou dahahahahare- F-FUHUCK!" Peter squeaked, catching Y/N off guard with how high pitched his voice had become.

His partner's focus was replaced with surprise and he was able to use his speed to free his hands from their weakened hold. Y/N tried to move back with the goal of getting up and running, but Peter swiftly wrapped his hands around their waist and flipped around so he was leaning over them.

A nervous squeak left Y/N's lips and they giggled sheepishly. On occasion, they would turn the tables on Peter, who'd follow that up by mercilessly getting them back, knowing full well that Y/N was hoping that's exactly what he would do.

"Nice try, sugar~ Now you're absolutely getting wrecked."

Y/N squirmed and squeaked, butterflies in their stomach increasing when Peter smirked.

"IhI rehehegrehet nohOHOHOTHIHIIING! PEHEHEHETEHEHEHERRRR!"

After ten minutes, the playful revenge came to an end, and Peter gently pulled Y/N to lie on his chest after wiping the tears of mirth from their eyes and kissing their cheek.

"We're both horrible at that game," he laughed, giggles leaving his lips when he heard a familiar snort laugh from his partner. "Awww~ That's my giggly datemate~"

"S-Stop it..."

"But I love you~"

"I-I love you too, Peter," Y/N muttered into his shirt, feeling their heart skip a beat when Peter kissed the top of their head. The speedster's smile was replaced with concern when he noticed Y/N wince a bit the next time they lifted their head to turn it.

"Babe, you okay?"

"M-Mhm... abs a-are just a little sore from l-laughing so much," Y/N said quietly. "I-I promise, I'm okay."

Peter gently moved Y/N to lie next to him and turned onto his side. "Would a tummy rub help?" He offered, giving a soft smile when his partner nodded.

They timidly nodded again and averted their eyes from Peter's, but quietly muttered a "thank you" to him.

"I'm here for you, disco ball. Always always always."

"Peter..."

"You're my whole world," Peter continued. "I mean it. You encourage me, you reassure me, you take care of me, you know when I get all of those moments of worrying if I'm doing a good enough job with- well, everything. And... I-I... I can only hope that I've been doing the same for you."

"You absoutely have. You're the reason I'm not embarrassed, or ashamed about a lot of things," Y/N reminded him. "L-Like... w-well you know..."

The speedster knew Y/N was referring to their enjoyment of Peter tickling them to pieces.

"Mhm~" he affirm-hummed with a chuckle, leaning over and pressing a few soft kisses on his partner's abdomen.

Y/N let out the quietest giggle and squirmed ever so slightly, making the speedster chuckle.

"I just wanna stay like this forever," Peter hummed, gently pulling Y/N into his arms once more. "Just lying here holding you close, making you laugh, giving you head pats and kisses, us taking care of each other while we geek out about stuff we like, telling you stupid jokes. I love you."

"I love you too, Peter." Y/N muttered, biting the inside of their cheek before looking up at him. "The jokes were kind of funny..."

Peter's jaw dropped in sheer mock offense and he immediately began wiggling his fingers on their sides once more. "Yet you weren't laughing at them earlier!? Are you kidding me!?"

Y/N was thrown into another bout of loud laughter, giggling and squirming in their boyfriend's arms, yet again, with absolutely no regrets.

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This silver-haired dork lives in my head rent free, y'all. My ND self would love a silver-haired, fun loving, speedster boyfriend with ADHD 🥺🖤 The amount of mutual understanding and reassurance would be so comforting to me. Infodump exchanges? Sign me up please! (cute t-word fights while blasting 80's music would be a bonus 🥴) Also I see Peter calling his S/O his disco ball because whenever he looks at them they just seem to sparkle! I hope y'all enjoyed this little drabble.

[thelovelyghostwriter]

Neon Nostrade ABC NS/FW Headcanons

Okay. I’m gonna do this for our baby girl because well, she has a different set of kinks altogether. 

By the way, I will be referring to KuroNeon and KuroNeon when I’m doing this headcanon. 

Rated R Warning: Lots of vulgar terms. Don't like don't read. Don't go inside a cave and complain it's dark. I will block anyone who complains.

Let’s go for the ABC Headcanons of this brat: 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s two moods: either really drowsy after a good fuck or talkative. If she’s worn out good, she will be very sleepy and just want to lie on her partner’s chest. 

If she still has energy left, she likes to have a pillow talk with her partner. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Girlie is proud of her curves and face. She knows she’s cute and she has the curves. She’s not afraid to dress up for her man and drive them absolutely crazy. 

She likes her partner’s biceps and back. She likes to scratch and caress them when they are in a missionary position. 

If she's with Kurapika and knows his Kurta identity, she worships his eyes (kinda fucked up but yes!). She likes how it turns scarlet because of his deep intense lust (and maybe hatred) while they’re having sex. She finds it alluring, like a moth to a flame. For Chrollo, it's his spider tattoo.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This girl swallows. Nuff’ said. She likes to be milked too. She's submissive and breedable.

She also likes having her partner's fingers stuffed into her mouth after they finger her. A little taste on how wet she is. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She has a bunch of lingerie shoots that doesn’t show her face. She then post it on OnlyFans to gain extra income. Just lingerie pics because she enjoys modelling for it. However, she won't show her pussy or boobs. Those are VIP access only.

She also fucks her new head bodyguard aka Kurapika and had a one time fling with Chrollo. Papa must never know this.

Good girls are just bad girls who haven't been caught.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not so much. She isn't a virgin per se (really think one of her clients or Chrollo took her virginity), but she also hasn't gotten around much due to her father having people to guard her 24/7. She usually doesn’t take the lead so most of the time she just goes with the flow. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything to do with her partner dominating her. Girlie likes to get dicked down hard. So think of missionary, doggy and all sorts of variations that goes deep.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She is very childish and teasing alright. She's not serious about it. To her, sex is for fun. She wants to enjoy it. She giggles a lot whenever she gets a pleasant reaction from her partner.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yeah. She goes to those high-end bikini waxing services to get her pussy groomed once ever three months. She may show her lingerie to others but she only shows her lady parts to someone special and she has to make herself look presentable.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Uhhh... she is playful. She usually relies on the non-sexual dating part that her partner does for the romance.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This girl likes to read smuts or listen to audios to get herself wet. If she really wants to get down on it, she uses a good ol' vibrator to buzz herself. She has to do it in a room though, where no one is around.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

*clears throat* This girl makes the best porn to write LMAO. I can think of a few kinks when it comes to her (and her r/s with Chrollo or Kurapika).

With Kurapika:

Discipline and Bondage: Her bratty attitude pisses off his stern no-bullshit personality. Sometimes she does it on purpose to egg him to punish and fuck her. She secretly enjoys it when he spanks her, be it using his hand or his belt. She realises that he might be into bondage based on the chains on his hand so she suggested tying her up. They used ropes, clothes, handcuffs and of course (actual, not his Nen) chains. He sometimes chains her up Shibari style and likes to see her pussy drool over the chains. This starts whenever she acts up, throws a tantrum and Kurapika has to deal with her bs. It's not easy disciplining this naughty brat but he likes the challenge until she's an obedient brat begging to be his cumslut. When she's being a good girl, he'll reward her with a good fucking and another present (e.g. jewellery or handbag or whatever she wants).

Degrading and Humiliation: This comes with the disciplining part. Whenever he disciplines her, it comes with degrading her. Neon loves to be called all sorts of degrading terms: slut, whore, brat. He's usually very uptight so it turns her on when he gets vulgar during sex. It gets even more intense when it's hate-fucking. He's supposed to dislike flesh collectors but here he is enjoying the flesh of a pretty collector, and so they engage in hate-sex filled with degrading her and Neon loves every filthy second of it.

Breeding: Yes, I know I said Kurapika ain't gonna want kids, based on my analysis of him and it makes sense. Only after he accidentally knocks her up, then he'll realise "hey, this ain't bad". So when Kurapika realises that perhaps repopulating the clan isn't that bad, Neon is more than happy to produce kids with him and be the freakin Kurta baby factory. The whole baby-making process is fun, they will make sure they won't waste a single cum drop. Neon also loves to address Kurapika as "Daddy" because she knows it makes him feel powerful and it represents fathering her children. Sorry Light Nostrade, Neon has another daddy now.

With Chrollo:

DD/LG: Their age gap and height difference screams sugar dating. He loves to indulge in her materialism and spoils her like a brat she is (he just steals those items and gives it to her). Chrollo is one freaky mf who calls her princess, kitten, baby girl and all sorts of really cute nicknames. Chrollo isn't like Kurapika who would degrade her. He likes to praise his little sex bunny because positive reinforcement works. He wants her to dress up in all those frizzy lingerie costumes and roleplay in DD/LG.

Toys: [See the T for Toys for this one]

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

One word: power. 

That is in the form of money and dominance in her partner. She loves it when they give her what she wants materially, be it that nice taxidermy butterfly necklace or that designer brand clothes and accessories. She doesn't care how you get it, but if you give it to her, she's sure to reward you.

Another thing that for sure turns them on is being dominated. Be it with Kurapika, Chrollo or anyone else, Neon loves to be dominated and fucked. Hold her by the neck. Let her know who is in charge. Make her beg to be fucked. A little possessive dirty talk will get her wet. Anything to do with establishing ownership of her.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Neon likes having sex in the bedroom or in the guy's office. She likes to disturb her partner while he's working so they end up doing it in the office. Or some luxurious hotel. A bathtub will be good too.

There's a very specific location I want to write her having sex with Kurapika. A location so messed up yet so angsty but I will keep quiet about it for now. You would need to be one creative sicko like me to guess this one. Heh. 😶😶

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

A big no is her being 100% dom. Neon is kinda lazy in that aspect. She doesn't like to do all the work and wants the pleasure/pain handed to her. At most, she'll ride the guy while she's on top but she's going to be a real tease about it, hoping that they would get impatient and flip her over. When they do, she'll be more excited because that's what baby girl wants.

Stuff like pee or anything to do with that is something that she'll never do.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She likes to have her pussy eaten out of course. And how they make her come through oral sex. However, she prefers to give SLIGHTLY more. Just slightly. She likes to get her hair grabbed and face-fucked. Sometimes she engages in cock worship.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually, she says things like "fuck me harder", "don't stop" etc. to encourage getting fucked at a faster and rougher pace. Especially when they hit her G-spot. That sends her crazy. She does appreciate the slow and sensual but only at the beginning or near the end. Depending on the context of the sex session.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yeah. She likes quickies. This has something to do with disturbing and teasing her partner while he's at work. Yes, I'm talking about Kurapika. So a little quickie just for him to relax and catch a break is Neon's favour for him for working so hard.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes. She's game on taking risks. She's actually the one who will initiate and explore with kinks she finds on the net. Heck, she once proposed getting fucked against the window and in the balcony, risking the fact that someone might see them (Papa absolutely must never know what his daughter has been doing). The fear and thrill of getting caught arouses her.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I think at most two rounds. The sex can be really intense and this girl lacks stamina. She didn't go through formal Nen training (remember that she got hers without training), and her partners are Nen users and physically fit so they wear her out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns them alright. She uses a vibe to pleasure herself. It comes in handy when she gets horny during ovulation and there's no one to dick her down.

As for using them with a partner, she uses a lot of toys with Chrollo. Whether it's the anal beads when Chrollo wants to get her ass fucked while he rams the front or making her wear vibrating panties in public, she's sure down for it. She also will wear a tail butt plug to complement her kitty outfit that Chrollo instructed her to wear. She'd gladly follow whatever freaky fantasy he wants.

With Kurapika, they don't use toys except for bondage items. If Neon were to sleep with a woman, she'll prefer to get fucked with a strap on.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Neon is the queen of teases. Especially if her lover seems uptight. (Yes, Pika boy, that's you).

She'll randomly sends him nudes while he's working. She'll touch his lap/balls lightly when they're eating side by side. She'll say stuff that sounds suggestive in inappropriate timings. She'll wink. She'll roll her tongue while eating and making eye contact. Just to initiate sex.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Neon has a high-pitched voice. She's very vocal during sex. She can't help it. Honestly, she sounds like those girls in hentai porn but more genuine lmaoo. She'll moan, squeal, whine, squeak and pant with the occasional "yes", "fuck me", "harder" and all the short needy dirty talk to push them to do her rougher.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She likes to shop for her outfits. It excites her thinking what type of kinky outfit she should buy to make her partner horny. Be it another lacy lingerie, bunny outfit, kitty outfit, she'll be sure to look delectable in her man's eyes.

She looks REAL good in pink or white. Most of her outfits are in that colour. 💖💖

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Neon has a B cup. She doesn't have those giant breasticles like Pakunoda or Shizuku. But that's understandable. I once estimated her height based on Chrollo's height and the manga panel where her head is at his shoulder. She's about 150cm, maybe even shorter. She's a petite girl. She has curves in proportion (she's not a loli, she's just small in height). But that's her charm. She's cute. Easily carried to be fucked.

Side note: The height difference between her and Kurapika (171cm)/Chrollo (177cm) is so good in this aspect (if you guys know what I mean) hehehe kekekek.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Hmm... I think Neon is mid. She does likes sex but she isn't a sex addict. She gets in the mood easily, especially when she's horny during ovulation. She won't be in the mood when she's angry or upset at not getting what she wants.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She's exhausted after it happens. Definitely be sleeping like a baby. She'll lay on her partner's chest and doze off comfortably. If she still has the energy, she'll demand for round two or just pillow talk. Chatter her way until she falls asleep.

To end it off, I would like to give you guys some links to fanart where Neon is being hot, art by @anotherworldash :

Cat Outfit

Cat Outfit with Buttplug

Bunny Outfit Regina George reference

Neon in Shibari ropes

Chrollo and Neon

Kurapika and Neon

Neon sucking Kurapika off [Yes, you read this right]

Neon in pink lingerie

[leos-regression-cove]

The New Sibling

Chapter 22: Treats!

Synopsis: When Thor gets the day off, he uses it to take Sylvie and the littles out to ice cream and toys.

Word count: 4,645

Stand Alone?: Yep

Warnings: tantrums, breastfeeding

Notes: Unfocused self indulgent fluff my beloved <3

Read it on AO3!

“Tor!” Loki screamed as he ran out of daycare. “Tor no work!” 

“Yeah! I got the day off!” Thor told the toddler after kissing him on the cheek. 

Loki screamed a happy squeal in response, especially as he noticed Mobius sitting on Thor’s back. 

“Mobis no nap?” he asked. 

“No, he told me he was a big boy like you and couldn’t sleep,” Thor informed his brother. 

Loki bit his tongue, feeling incredibly proud of himself for somehow giving Mobius the impression that he didn’t take naps. 

“‘Oh-ki hi!” he peeped from behind his pacifier. Lifting one cautious hand up off of Thor’s shoulder as if it would destabilize him, and giving Loki a wave almost a grabby hand for his shoulder. 

“He’s been a talkative little duck.” 

Mobius smiled in response to the nickname and kicked his legs, nearly catching Thor in the crotch. 

“He’s learning all kinds of new words-- Did you learn any new words today?”

“Um… yeah?” Loki said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “cash-register.” He said it as if it were one word.  

“Cash register? That’s a big one. Did you play grocery store?”

Loki nodded as he held his older brother’s hand. 

“Mobius learned ‘go’ and ‘please’.” 

Loki smiled and tried to coo at the baby as he was picked up by Thor and strapped into his stroller, where he insisted on gazing up at his big brother and Mobius from his spot. 

“Th- Thor go,” Mobius stuttered, having a hard time wrapping his mouth around the “th” noise, he played with the caregiver’s hair as he said it, gently pulling on it, 

“There’s another new one! Are you saying my name, little one?” Thor chuckled, bouncing the tot on his back as Loki once again looked up at them before breaking into a big, winning smile. 

“Where go?” Loki asked to clarify.

“We’re going to pick up Sylvie, and then what do you think about ice cream?”  

Mobius made a happy, squeak of a noise, making Loki, once more, look up at them and grin. 

“Yeah, that sounds nice, doesn’t it?” 

Mobius put a couple of fingers in his mouth as he tapped absently on Thor’s shoulder, in a way which was almost self soothing. 

Sylvie had been finishing up some remote work when they got home. Even though she wasn’t going in-person yet, now that Loki was in school, she could start setting up her workspace at the kitchen table. 

When her boys came home, she took a quick minute to take out and set up Mobius’ stroller before opening the garage door to get it outside. 

“We’re not taking that,” Thor told her, almost confusedly. 

“Why not? We already have one. There’s two of us.” 

“I have him on my back!” 

“Are you going to make Loki walk half that way then? Or are we getting the little one started on heavier walks?”

“No, I’m going to carry him.” 

“You’re not though! Not back up this hill! Be reasonable. I’m taking the stroller. If not for Mobius, then as a cart for their bags.” She loaded in their diaper bags to accentuate her point. 

Thor rolled his eyes and let her push it along with them. She walked next to him and cooing at the little riding on his back, who was already showing some sleepiness, but not yet fussy. 

Mobius slouched a little bit, leaning into Thor’s back, even though the pouch already held him firmly there, and chewed on his pacifier monotonously. 

“Poor little thing, maybe he just needs some sugar in his system, hm?” she smiled, knowing very well that both him and Loki were going to be pains once they were given the extra sugar at this time of the afternoon and admiring the quiet while it lasted. “Thor, should we let Mobius down? I don’t think he’ll be able to see the flavors from up there.”

“Is he going to read the names?” Thor asked sarcastically. 

“No, but maybe he can choose by color…” 

Mobius reached his arms out and mumbled a couple “mamma”s to her. 

She switched tones almost immediately. “Hi, baby! What do you think? Share with mummy or get your own like a big boy?”

Mobius seemed confused by this idea. “Mamma,” he repeated. 

“Alright, let me take him,” she finally said. 

Thor looked at her apprehensively. 

“He obviously wants me. Hand him over.” 

“He’s fine!” 

“He keeps saying ‘mamma’.”

Thor sighed and squatted down so Sylvie could unbuckle the straps and help him down. 

It was obvious that the tot was excited to stretch his legs and walk around a bit, or perhaps more importantly, to cling to Sylvie and attempt to push his own stroller. 

He played with the toys on the front of it until Sylvie asked him to leave it so they could go inside the shop. Loki was already getting up out of his as Thor parallel parked it outside, but Mobius took a little bit of coaxing to leave the stroller outside, and obviously was apprehensive to do so until Loki took his hand and practically pulled him in. 

Sylvie hugged him from behind, standing on her tip-toes in order to place her head on his shoulder while standing in line, forcing him to focus on the display case in front of him instead of allowing him to explore the rest of his surroundings. 

He kept two fingers in his mouth as she whispered to him.

“What should we get? Should we get chocolate? Cookie dough? Strawberry? What are Loki and Thor getting?” 

“Min’,” Loki answered with his hands pressed against the glass.

“Loki, you don’t like mint,” Sylvie frowned. “You always complain about it. No mint. Try something else.” 

Loki groaned before Thor pointed out a new flavor. “Why don’t you try cookie dough? I know you like cookies. It’s like a double dessert.”

“Double dirt,” the little repeated, pressing his hands and nose against the glass, bending down and taking up half the line width as he did so. 

“What are you going to get?” Thor whispered to Sylvie.

“I think baby and I are going to share a scoop of chocolate.” 

Thor nodded as he considered what he should get for himself, eventually deciding on strawberry cardamom. 

Sylvie obviously didn’t approve of the fact that he got it in a cone, too, and when Loki inevitably complained to his brother about that unfairness, he was rewarded with a cone as well, one stuck on top of the bowl with the scoop barely peeking out from underneath it. 

There was a bench outside where the family sat, with Mobius seated on Sylvie’s lap, and Loki on the cement ground struggling with coordinating his spoon, paper bowl, and cone with his mouth, leaning against his brother’s legs as Thor supervised him while keeping his own cone from dripping onto his legs or his little brother’s head. 

Sylvie scooped up a little bit of ice cream on the wooden spoon and ate the first bite herself, which immediately made Mobius, who previously seemed a little bit reserved about the whole idea, interested. “Do you want some?” she asked before scooping more onto the spoon and offering it to him. 

He took it. 

“Mm, was that yummy?”

Mobius nodded, trying to lick a melting drop that had accidentally brushed against his mustache. 

Sylvie brushed it away with a napkin before alternating spoonfuls of ice cream in between them. That was until Mobius decided maybe it would be more efficient for him to put his hand into the paper cup and try to grab some of the melty substance. 

“Hey! Naughty boy!” she scolded him, setting the spoon and cup down to grab his wrist, holding his hand away from his body so he couldn’t get the sticky, chocolate on his clothes or hers. 

Immediately on realizing that this method was not actually a viable solution and had actually stopped him from getting more ice cream, he began to squirm and nearly kicked Loki before starting to cry as Sylvie reached into the diaper bag and helped him get the substance off with wet wipe. 

They were quiet mumbly cries, and it was obvious that he was somehow a little embarrassed or self-conscious about his predicament. Sylvie, however, seemed to understand this as if he were having a full meltdown and treated it as such, placing his head on her shoulder and setting aside her ice cream to coddle him and tell him to hush, as he reached for the ice cream cup beginning to melt at her side. “No,” he hummed.

“No? No mummy time?” she asked. “Just sugar for you, hm?” She picked back up the bowl and gave him another spoonful of chocolate ice cream. “Yeah, that’s much nicer isn’t it?” she cooed before scraping some of the melted sugar liquid from the bottom for herself. 

Mobius looked at the empty paper cup, but didn’t seem bothered by it, instead shifting in Sylvie’s lap to check on what Thor and Loki had gotten.

“‘Oh-ki!” he squeaked. 

Loki silently looked up at him from his seat on the floor as Mobius reached down like he was stretching. 

Thor stopped him before he could fall or perhaps worse, grab Loki’s spoon. 

Mobius awkwardly simpered as he met Thor’s gaze while being pulled back in Sylvie’s lap. 

Thor didn’t seem to mind though, instead cooing at the baby, tickling underneath his chin before giving him a little taste of his ice cream. 

Loki turned around to look up at his caregivers and to ask for a taste of Thor’s ice cream as well if Mobius was getting some, but decided rather quickly that he wasn’t fond of it. 

When they were done, Sylvie neatly stacked all the empty cups and pushed her toddler out of her lap so she could dispose of them. 

Loki was quick to climb up and take her seat to bother his brother and Mobius, chatting more about his day and how cool daycare had been and letting Thor ask them about a couple of things that they saw until Sylvie returned after having found a trash can. 

“What’s our next stop?” she asked while pulling the energetic and sugar-high Loki up off the bench to take her spot back, letting him wiggle and “dance” in his exclusively little way as if to tell her that he had so much energy. 

“Well, while we’re having treats…”

“Don’t you tell me what I think you’re going to tell me.”

“A trip to the toy store will do the boys good,” he smiled, at least partially just to see them get jumpy and excited, and so that Sylvie would be forced to let out a big heavy sigh that may have been more of a grunt. 

Mobius grinned and began to go retrieve his stroller until Sylvie chased after him to offer help and make sure he got it out without hitting someone else’s.

“You can get one toy, but that’s all,” Thor told each of the boys. 

“And one for each of us, too?” questioned Sylvie back while parking Loki’s stroller.

Thor grinned. “Of course!” 

Loki was eager to attempt to pull his brother into the store, but was stopped as Thor paused to help Mobius park the stroller. 

“Mobius, Loki? Can you come see mummy real quick?” she asked

She had them come stand to the other side of the door, away from the strollers, and began to give them her spiel. “I need you to understand some things before we go in.” These talks never worked, but damn if she wasn’t going to try anyways. “You can pick out one toy. Can you count how many that is?” 

Loki nodded. 

Mobius didn’t answer, already looking in the doorway distractedly. 

Thor came up took his hand, “are you listening to mummy? Do you know what she said?” he whispered. Luckily, that seemed to be enough to get him to pay attention. 

“Rule number two: we’re not putting anything in our mouths. I’m going to give you your pacifiers and I don’t want it to come out of your mouths until we’re out of the store, okay?” She sifted through the diaper bag over her shoulder as she said that and found Loki’s pacifier, only to stand on her tip-toes to place it in his mouth. Thor did the same for Mobius.  

Loki was beginning to have enough of this and slowly started to step backwards away from Sylvie to go in. 

“And last thing--” she said, pulling him forward to let someone out of the store, “we’re not getting anything for big kids. Nothing Ms. Darcy wouldn’t give you at daycare.”

Loki furrowed his eyebrows at this. Not only was he an incredibly clever little, but the criteria for what “for big kids” meant felt so horribly vague to him. He didn’t have many words to express that but the concept was there. “Not fair,” he pouted. 

“Would you like to pay for your own toy?” 

Loki didn’t respond. 

“That’s what I thought. Alright, come on now.” 

For a few minutes, Sylvie let Loki take her by the hand and lead her around a sweep of the shop, just to have him stop once they came around to the first aisle again, where they found Mobius staring up with starry eyes at the big wall of toys. 

Loki broke from Sylvie’s hand and met the second little, pulling him instead of Thor or Sylvie with him through the store for a second time, as both of the caregivers trailed behind. 

He took Mobius first to his favorite part of the toy store, the aisle with the plastic animals. Although he never actually wanted to take any of the plastic animals home, they were the only toys in the store besides the train table open for him to play with. 

“Tor? Tor amamals?!” Loki asked around his pacifier, handing him a hard plastic dragon. 

Mobius imitated him, picking up a tiger, turning it over and setting it back down. 

Thor took a few minutes to crouch down in between the littles and act out a scene with the plastic toys, making them try to participate, or at least hand Thor new animals to incorporate into his story. 

Sylvie watched them for a while, just to be prepared for when one of the littles eventually lost interest. That first little was Mobius, still slightly littler than Loki and with a much less developed attention span, even though Loki wasn’t far behind. 

“Do you want to show me something?” Sylvie asked as he took her hand. 

He didn’t, but Loki definitely did.

The older (only slightly though) little bypassed Thor, took Mobius’ other hand and began to lead him and Sylvie in another direction. 

“Mobis pre’end?” he asked, showing Mobius the section of princess dresses, baby-dolls, and fake food, but Mobius didn’t seem as interested in these toys as Loki was. 

“Mamma? Mam-ma,” Mobius questioned. 

“Hm? What’s wrong?” Sylvie asked him.

Mobius pulled her toward a stick horse and grabbed onto its ear with his thumb and forefinger. 

“You two and your horses, hm? We have one of these under Loki’s bed. Let’s find another toy, hm?” 

Mobius looked a little bit sad, but seemed to understand what she was saying and let her lead him away. 

Loki followed them, curious to see where Sylvie was taking him as they bypassed the action figures, the dolls, and stuffed animals in favor of the baby and toddler aisle. Although that aisle wasn’t for him, he knew Mobius still needed that stuff, baby stuff. Not Loki though, because Loki wasn’t a baby, he was just being supportive, that was all. 

Mobius took a clock off the shelf and handed it to Sylvie. Not a real one, but a little wooden one with pieces that could be set in place like a puzzle, ones that Sylvie made sure were also not small enough to choke on. “Is this the toy you want?” she asked him. 

Mobius reached out his arms to ask for it back. “Please?” he tried.

Sylvie just smiled and handed it to him. “I will need it back to pay,” she informed him. “Loki? Pick something out, okay, baby?” 

Loki humphed and found Thor the next aisle over looking at the big kid toys that the little had been forbidden from. 

Sylvie followed him just to be safe. 

Loki curiously set his chin on Thor’s shoulder. 

“Look at this, Loki!” Thor said. 

“No, Thor, don’t get him attached--” Sylvie warned.

“It’s a spaceship! What do you think?”

“Oh my god, I’m not letting you spend 3200 Kronen on a Lego spaceship,” she responded.

“But they’re getting toys they want!” 

“Yeah, but that’s because their toys are like…” she looked at the sticker on Mobius’ clock, “150? C’mon.”

“What are you going to get?”

Sylvie paused and hesitated a little bit. “Well if you really must know, there’s a little black dragon I’ve had my eyes on.” 

Loki picked up one of the boxes and shook it, delighted by the noise. 

Sylvie raised her eyebrow at him. “Remember the rule I gave you?” she asked, changing the subject. 

Loki pointed at his pacifier as he tried to hand her the slightly smaller box of bricks supposed to be used to make a bonsai tree. 

“Ah ah, that’s a big kid toy, can we put it back and find something new?” 

Loki did not like that idea one bit. 

“Loki, if you want a building toy we can find the big blocks for you,” she suggested. “We can make a tree out of those!”

It was not the tree part that Loki was excited about though. 

“C’mon baby, let’s find you something better to play with. Mummy doesn’t want to spend 600 Kronen on a toy you can’t play with.” She held out her hand for Loki to take.

The little sat down behind where Thor had been squatting. 

“Loki…” she warned him. 

“Brother, shall we maybe look at something else?” Thor suggested. 

“No!” Loki responded sharply, tucking the set underneath his arm. 

Sylvie sighed. “Little one, Mobius is quite tired, I think he’d like to be going soon so he can take his nap. Can you pick out something else please?” 

“No tire mama,” the second little tried to tell her. 

“No, you’re not sleepy one bit?” 

Mobius shook his head. 

“Well maybe you can go help Loki find a different toy? Hm?” 

Mobius nodded and joined Loki and Thor in their inadvertent mission to block the aisle,  trying to gently tug Loki up, but it didn’t do much aside from making Loki defensive and angry. Leading to kicking, crying and shouting. 

“Sylvie, why don’t you go get the toy you want? I can take Loki,” Thor offered while helping Mobius down into his lap, encouraging him not to feel hurt by Loki’s refusal to cooperate. 

She shrugged. “It’s your funeral.” 

Thor picked up Mobius, and stood up in front of Loki. “Loki?”

The tantruming little looked up at his brother clutching the toys to his chest. “I’m not getting one either,” he said very maturely, making a big point about it. 

This did not change the toddler’s mind who continued to defensively hug the box and kick about it, scraping his heels against the carpet as if attempting to scoot backwards.  

“Yep. I’ve decided that I’m too big for Legos.” Every word pained Thor. “...They’re only for babies,” he declared. 

Mobius found this funny, and Loki also obviously called the bluff, raising his eyebrows. 

“...Yep. I am never going to use those because they’re for babies. You can get them if you want. I won’t stop you.” It was a bold strategy, but one all the same. 

Loki stopped his tantrum nearly immediately and looked up at Thor curiously. 

For a brief moment, Thor thought he had won. “Yep… Now c’mon, let’s go find mummy Sylvie!” 

Loki got up with the box gleefully. 

Thor hesitated, but breathed a heavy breath and realized this wasn’t one he could win. Bouncing Mobius in his arms as the little one moved to watch Loki behind them, who was absently following while examining the box, trying to puzzle out what it was. 

“You got him to--...Oh… You did not.”

“Did you find your dragon?” Thor asked. 

“Did you find Loki a toy he’ll actually play with?” 

“I was kind of hoping you’d distract him…”

Sylvie huffed. 

“Loki, would you rather have a different toy? Look at all these stuffies!” 

The little was not convinced. 

“It’s just a boring tree,” she reasoned as if she really didn’t care. She was a much better actress than Thor. “And look at how many pieces it comes in before you can even play with the tree! That’s ridiculous!” 

That Loki could agree with. Thor usually hated putting his toys together. It was no fun.  

“Wouldn’t you rather have a cute little friend like mummy has?”

Loki slowly nodded and stepped back, still clinging to the kit to observe the stuffed animals and see if he saw any he’d rather have.

Only one caught his attention, but it wouldn’t have if Mobius hadn’t pushed himself up in Thor’s arms to grab it from behind his caregiver. 

“That one… really?” Sylvie asked. 

The massive, four foot long shark flopped in Loki’s arms but it was so soft and squishy, he couldn’t resist it.

Loki giggled as its tail swung by his knees while Sylvie looked at the price tag. 

She looked up at Thor and wondered if maybe she just should’ve let the boy get the Lego set. 

But at this point, Loki had gotten attached, sitting down on the floor to play with the fins. 

Thor admitted that if it made up the difference, he’d get himself a smaller Lego set, maybe even the tree that Loki had suggested. 

Sylvie frowned. “It is your money,” she reasoned. 

Thor nodded, but still got himself a smaller spaceship than he otherwise would have before helping Loki up and taking him up to the counter to pay for the shark, the clock, the spaceship, and the dragon.

The total was probably more than groceries, but Thor pretended that he didn’t care and Sylvie pretended not to notice. This was a special day anyway. 

On the walk home, Mobius began getting horribly sleepy, so sleepy in fact, that Sylvie had to force him to stop trying to push his own stroller with his lamb “baby” in it, as he was slowing down and definitely not looking where he was going. 

“C’mon, we’re just gonna put you in your stroller, let you have a little nap nap,” she tried. “Right with your lamby lamb, doesn’t that sound nice?” 

Mobius disagreed strongly. He made quite a few repeated “pease no”’s which eventually just became whiny “no”’s as Sylvie tried to coax him up into the stroller seat, with Loki and Thor eventually having to stop so she could pause and work with the fussy little. 

She strained a little bit as she picked him up to lightly bounce him. It was obvious she had been training for this during nap times and in the hours after she had put the boys to bed. “What’s wrong, hm?” she asked, checking his nappy and considering other usual culprits of such distress. He definitely would need a change sooner rather than later, but generally seemed alright. “Can you tell mumma? Use your words since you’re getting so good at it?” 

“No tire mamma,” he squeaked sadly. 

“You are tired though, I see you nodding off as you’re pushing your lambie. There’s no shame in having a nap. Look, Loki’s taking one right now, too.” 

Loki snored in his stroller seat, covered by his shark, hardly visible to Mobius under the shade of the front-facing stroller.

“Even big boys and girls take naps. You caught mummy napping the other day, didn’t you?” 

“No tire mamma!” he repeated, more frantically. 

She picked him up again and made a real effort to cradle him and get him into the stroller seat. 

He struggled and instead of crying, he screamed. 

Loki immediately snapped awake and the caregivers couldn’t help but stare absolutely wide-eyed at him. 

He let out another helpless-sounding shriek as he kicked and fought his way out of her arms. 

“Do you want to be in the big boy seat like Loki? Is that the issue?” 

Mobius put fists up to his eyes as he sat on the brick path to try and wipe away the tears. 

“What if lamby sits with you? Hm?” She tried to hand the sheep to him. “He’s still little enough to need a baby seat and soon you’ll both be able to share with Loki, but for now, he still needs the comfy seat.” 

This did not work, and Mobius shook his head. 

“Thor?” Sylvie asked in a slightly exasperated tone. “Trade?”

“Would you like to ride on my back?” Thor asked. 

“No!” Mobius whined.

“Alright, just set him in. He’ll calm himself down.”

Thor apologetically sighed, and gave Mobius that face that the little had already nearly perfected better than himself, the one that said “I’m sorry, I really don’t want to do this”. 

Mobius cried as Thor picked him up and cradled him for a moment, kicking like Loki might, and only narrowly missing Thor’s nose. 

“Shh,” Thor tried, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet before setting the little in the stroller seat and holding him there while Sylvie hurriedly fastened the buckles to hold him in. 

“No! No No! No tired!” the toddler stammered in between cries. 

“Oh I knew I shouldn’t have given you sugar when you hadn’t had a nap,” Sylvie told him as he fussed and pulled against his restraints, trying to wiggle out of them. “I know, baby...”

He sniffed as she set a pacifier in his mouth but continued his crying as she pet his belly or rested a hand on his leg during long straight stretches of walking. 

“Guess you’ll just have to tire yourself out,” she sighed, a little sadly herself. It wasn’t nice to hear her baby cry, but what else could she even do? 

And eventually, he did. When Sylvie and Thor made it home, the little one was peacefully sleeping and Sylvie could, remove him from the stroller and, with help, get him onto the couch for the cuddles she was not able to provide earlier, brushing her hands through his silver hair and assuring him that she was there for him now and that it was okay. 

“Mamma,” he mumbled, twisting his hands into her shirt. 

“That was a lot for you wasn’t it?” 

He nodded. 

���That’s okay, we’re all done now.” 

He hummed quietly as he twisted over. 

“Do you want to try something new?” she asked him. “...Actually, nevermind, you’re probably too big of a boy for it.”

“No?” he tried. 

“No? You’re still little enough?” she smiled. 

He nodded still sleepily, yawning and wiping the sleep from his eyes in the same little firsts as earlier. 

“Okay, here we go, ready?” she asked. But it was more a question for herself than her little as slowly, and nervously, she lifted her shirt and undid some buttons before lifting him up. 

She cringed at the unfamiliar feeling at first, as her little one slowly and cautiously began to suckle. 

“There we are!” she giddily smiled, picking his head up and bringing it closer to her.

Thor paused as he walked by them. “It worked?” he asked. 

Sylvie nodded. “Like a charm.” 

The little one snuffled in her chest. 

“He may be growing up a little bit, but I don’t think he’s going to outgrow me anytime soon.”