Eindrid may or may not have been trying to ask if he could keep the rod on a permanent basis. Loki will be mildly embarrassed by the gift, but right now what matters to the toddler is that he has a cool object to hold, the attention of a nice grown-up, and they're going to go catch bee fiss. "T'ank ou!" He gives a polite little bow, an imitation of one of Loki's courtly nods, and hugs the rod to his chest.
Still, what she says does not fall on deaf ears. It sounds so much like the kind of thing Frigga would say, counseling patience, gratitude, kindness. Lessons he tried to learn at her knee, but which he took to less well, perhaps, than her magic. His vision blurs a little, eyes getting misty, and he gives a little shake of his head to decline the cookies--at least for the moment. Until he gets himself under control.
"Well, I--" he says, but his voice fails and he gives up, clearing his throat, and takes a drink of the tea. "I can only try," he manages then.
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Date: 2020-02-13 12:12 am (UTC)"Oh," Loki sighs raggedly. "It's already terrifying."
Still, what she says does not fall on deaf ears. It sounds so much like the kind of thing Frigga would say, counseling patience, gratitude, kindness. Lessons he tried to learn at her knee, but which he took to less well, perhaps, than her magic. His vision blurs a little, eyes getting misty, and he gives a little shake of his head to decline the cookies--at least for the moment. Until he gets himself under control.
"Well, I--" he says, but his voice fails and he gives up, clearing his throat, and takes a drink of the tea. "I can only try," he manages then.