day off (джен)

“Father,” Loki peers through his eyelashes, leaning over an armrest of his throne. His chin just barely reaching. His pout is awfully similar to his mother’s. “Will you please teach me how to summon a storm?” Before Odin can say anything, he goes on, “please! You taught Thor! And Thor doesn’t even like magic!”
There might have been a trace amount of resentment in his voice. For all seiðr is more respected now in Asgard for their Queen and young prince’s prowess, there was an ostracisation easily felt among their peers. Intentional or not.
Warriors, they all were. Mages, not quite.
“My son,” Odin considered him thoughtfully, “I think you will grow into someone great, one day.”