bakerstreet | The Aged Down Meme!

[Do you want a daddy to look after tiny Fenrir?]

[omg yes]

"Fenrir, where are you hiding?" Loki called out. Honestly where had his son run off to? It could really be hard to look after all of the kids he had at times. Why he was glad that they had become old enough to care for themselves, but as a father he still wanted to keep an eye on them.

Why it had him worried when he could not find his son when he went to visit him. He worried that the gods might have done something to him. He knew that they felt wary around him. Silly really, there was nothing wrong with either of his children. They might be a bit special, but it was nothing wrong with that.

"Come on, Fenrir, you are making your old man worried."

"Don't worry." Came a grumpy little voice from somewhere behind him, Fenrir had burrowed himself deep into his hiding place and he didn't intend to come out any time soon, but as much as he hated the rest of the Aesir, he did, deep down, love his father. Loki, after all, was the only one who didn't look at him and see a monster. He didn't want Loki to worry about him, but he also didn't want to talk to anybody right now.

Loki let out a sigh of relief as he turned around. Fenrir was okay even if his voice sounded a bit strange. Lighter then usual. But he still sounded as grumpy as always and that was good. Grumpy was normal, angry and something was terrible wrong.

Kneeling down, he moved brush and leaves out of the way and stared into the dark opening of a burrow. It was too dark for him to see Fenrir and the lack of movement was a sign that his son had no intention of getting out. "Why are you hiding?"

Fenrir shifted slightly so his tiny, scowling face was just about visible, dark eyes glaring back at Loki.

"Wanna." Was his terse response, and a small hand reached out to try and tug the leaves back over the opening to hide him.

Nope, not having any of that. Loki grabbed that small hand and pulled out his now very young looking son. That explained why his voice sounded so light. The whole thing was rather surprising, but he just looked at his son calmly, like nothing was wrong.

"Tell me what happened." Did he eat a whole basket filled with Idun's apples or what? It would be a logical explanation to his young form.

Fenrir was strong, very strong... when he was full size. Unfortunately, at the age he currently was, it wasn't difficult at all for Loki to overpower him and tug him from his hiding place. He scowled, staring at the floor, and shrugged.

"Don't know." he muttered. He knew he was supposed to be bigger, had a lot of vague memories of growing up, but it was like they were behind glass and he couldn't quite reach them. He wasn't sure how he'd ended up smaller, and that would have made him angry enough at the best of times, but right now he wasn't just an adult trapped in a child's body, he felt like a child.

As his grown self Loki would most likely not be able to overpower his son even if he changed shape. Now it wasn't that hard for him to tug him out into the light. Most people forgot that he was strong as well, but for this he mostly used his stubbornness.

Loke frowned slightly at the reply he got. Not because he believed that Fenrir wasn't telling him all he knew. It was for the reason that he did believe that Fenrir told him all he knew. This made things difficult. "I will try and work something out, but first we should find you some better clothes. That tunic is a dress on you."

Fenrir shrugged. Clothes had never been a particular bother to him, he'd go with whatever worked, but the fact that he had to lift up the hem of the tunic in order to walk without tripping was a definite obstacle, so he had to admit it was probably a good idea.

"...Fine." he agreed, scowling.

Good, he would not have to force Fenrir to come with him. He might be small, but he still remembered clearly how much of a handful he had been as a pup. "Let us go then."

It was probably for the best that his home was a bit away from the rest of the Aesir. Not that he really belonged to them in the first place. He had basically been adopted into their group and while they had open their doors to him, he still knew that they didn't fully trust him.

He gathered up the hem of the tunic and stomped after Loki, getting a small distance before he lost his grip just enough that he tripped and fell flat on his face. He scrambled to his feet and took another few steps before almost falling again, and that was when he gave up. He stopped where he was, fixed Loki with his very best death glare as if daring his father to laugh, and held out his arms to be picked up.

Laugh? No. Wanting to use that silly voice you used when watching small animals? Yes. Still Loki held back on showing how adorable he found his son and picked him up in his arms. If it wasn't for the fact that he knew that Fenrir wouldn't appreciate being picked up unless on his own terms, then he already would have picked him up. "Did you ever let me do this back when you were a pup for real?"

Fenrir tucked his head into Loki's shoulder, more to avoid looking at his father than out of any intended affection. He shrugged at the question, though the memories from his younger years came more easily with his smaller form, as if the magic that was keeping him there knew those memories should seem recent to him.

"Sometimes," he admitted, though it had mostly been when he was particularly tired or, not that he would admit to it, particularly sad.

Loki smiled to himself. Fenrir was really cute like this, but he wouldn't say that out loud as he knew it would anger him. He just went on treating him like nothing was wrong. Besides the whole holding him in his arms things.

"I have kind of missed taking care of you and your sibling." He chuckled lightly and readjusted the grip he had on his small son. "I must sound so sappy admitting to that." Well he had always been more honest towards his children then anyone else.

"You always cared for us more than anyone," Fenrir said in a measured tone, sounding adorably serious in his current voice. He genuinely appreciated how much his father loved his children, even if he struggled to express it, he was a bit too awkward as an adult to really talk about emotions, but for some reason in this form it came a little easier.

Hearing that his son had noticed that he cared for him and his other kids made him glad. It had been hard at times. Taking care of triples more or less on his own had taken on his powers. He could change shape, not split himself into more people and that ability had been very useful. "Of course I cared for you guys. You are my children and I love you."

Fenrir mumbled something into Loki's shoulder that was so quite and muttered it was almost incomprehensible, but it could just about be interpreted as an 'I love you too', and that was quite possibly the first time he'd ever expressed such a sentiment. He looked horribly embarrassed about it, cheeks burning red, but there was an earnestness to his tone, however shyly mumbled.

Loki could just about make out what his son was saying and it brought a grin to his lips. Carefully he held him tighter to his chest, not commenting on his son's words or how cute he were. It was best left unsaid and only shown through his actions.

Arriving at his place, Loki nudged the door open and went to place Fenrir down on the edge of his bed. "I think I have some of your old clothes left," he said while looking through a coffin by the foot of the bed. He let out a sound of victory as he pulled up a tunic and a pair of pants that would fit his son much better.

Fenrir waited impatiently while his father rifled about for fresh clothes, fidgeting with the hem of the tunic that was practically falling off him. He looked up sharply at the victorious noise, reaching out imperiously for the clothing with one hand while the other struggled to get his larger clothing off. In his attempts to wriggle out of the too-big tunic, he nearly fell off the bed, catching himself with a yelp.

"Whoa there, be careful." Loki was quick to get to his son's aid, steadying him and then putting him down to stand on the floor. With Fenrir this small his protective father instincts had turned on.

Helping his son to get the oversized tunic off, he then handed him the new clothes. "Here you go."

Fenrir scowled grumpily, too embarrassed by his own clumsiness to thank his father for saving him from the fall, though he at least lets Loki help him get the tunic off. Grabbing the new clothes, he tugs them on, looking satisfied when he at least manages to do that without falling.

"Ok. We fix me now, yes?" he asked, looking up at his father seriously. It carries much less weight when he's this small, in fact, it sort of looks like...well, puppy eyes.

Impatient like always. Loki smiled to himself. No matter what size his son were, he remained the same. Actually that was kind of comforting to think about. That under that gruff exterior, his sweet puppy of a child hid.

And Loki really had to hold himself back from showing how adorable he found Fenrir looking at him like that. Come on, those had to be the most adorable puppy eyes through history. "Not quite yet. I need to find out what happened to you so I don't accidentally make things worse."

Fenrir sighed grumpily, folding his arms across his chest. The pose was a familiar one, but much smaller than usual.

"How can it be worse?" he grumbled, practically stamping his foot "Just hurry up!"

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Fenrir | Norse Mythology | OTA

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