As Beloved and I were trying to come up with a good way to describe how Loki fits into the Norse pantheon, Flame-Hair volunteered "I'm the Swiss army knife of gods." Beloved lost it his shit laughing because he was about to say something similar to that. I face palmed and Loki was smug as hell.
A few minutes later, Beloved and I are in the kitchen talking and he accidentally says Loki's name (which Beloved avoids doing as to avoid getting more of Flame-hair's attention than he already does) and our eldest child pops up going "Did you call me?" He was highly offended when we began laughing in hysterics. No, my eldest son is not named Loki, his name is entirely different. (We named him for Beloved's maternal grandfather who was a major positive influence on Beloved while the man was alive.) My eldest is a bit of a chaos engine right now because of puberty, which only made him popping up after Loki's name got mentioned funnier. Beloved explained to our son that we weren't laughing at him but the circumstances. The lad said, "That's not funny." Hubby and I lost it again and our son marched off to his room muttering about his crazy parents.
We're pretty sure that Loki got as much of a laugh out of that whole exchange as we did.
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