A Whole Bunch of Loki's

Certificate of Authority - Dad Loki

Loki flicked through his book, relishing in the sound of the pages flipping as he strolled through the otherwise quiet corridor.

It was a rare moment of peace for him.

Between his usual Prince duties, looking after his pregnant wife and helping out with their already overactive four year old, he had found it hard to find any time to himself.

That wasn't to say that he didn't enjoy spending time with his family, on the contrary, they meant the world to him, but sometimes he just wanted to catch up on a good book in his own company.

This solitude was cut short as an excited cry came from around the corner, accompanied with the sound of speeding footsteps and as Loki looked up from the pages of his book, he saw his son racing around the corridor, holding a hammer high in the air above his head.

Loki's fatherly instincts kicked in and he dropped his book, running after his son with an urgent call of his name.

He managed to catch up to Alsveith quickly and gently took hold of his small wrist, Loki's other hand taking the hammer from him.

Alsveith's blue eyes shone as he pouted up at his father for interrupting his fun, leading Loki to sigh and kneel on one knee to get to the boy's eye level.

"What have I told you about running around with dangerous things?" He asked the boy gently.

"But it's not dangerous, dad!" Alsveith protested.

Loki looked to the hammer in his hand, glancing over the wooden handle and the light grey stone which made up the head.

"It is and I don't want you playing with it."

"Why not? Uncle Thor gets to play with a hammer!"

Loki sighed and rubbed his forehead a little, trying not to laugh at the typical child logic.

"Of course he does, because he is bigger and has the authority to."

"What's that mean?"

"It means he, um.." Loki frowned a little, being cautious of how he was going to answer lest it encourages Alsveith more. "It means he has a certificate to say that he is allowed to use them."

"Oh," Alsveith nodded, rubbing his chin with a little hand in an adorable imitation of something he'd witnessed Loki doing, "so if I got one too, then I could use a hammer?"

Loki chuckled lightly and nodded, "Yes, but only then."

"Okay!" The boy grinned, pulling away from his dad, "I'm going to get one then!"

Alsveith turned and ran back in the direction he had come from, leaving Loki alone in the corridor once again.

He sighed and stood up, tucking the hammer into the crook of his elbow as he retrieved his book and continued to the library.

Loki felt like he had barely managed to sit down and get through a few chapters before the doors were thrown open and an eager looking Alsveith bounded up to his father, clutching a piece of rectangle card in his tiny hands.

"What have you got there?" Loki asked, setting his book to one side.

Alsveith smiled proudly, holding up a piece of white card with intricate royal blue bordering.

On the card it read:

Sirteficut of afority that Alsveith Lokison can yuse a hamer

Aforitised by

Thor Odinson

Loki stared at the card in bewilderment and gawped even more at the fact that Thor had signed on the line of the certificate his son had gone out of his way to write.

He was impressed that he had barely taken twenty minutes to create it and get it 'authorised', there was no denying that the boy had picked up his father's sneaky ways of getting what he wanted.

Alsveith continued to grin happily as Loki took the certificate from his small hands, looking it over before letting out a dramatic sigh of defeat and holding the card back to the boy.

"Well, I guess I can't argue with a certificate of authority," he looked down at Alsveith with a playful look of resignation and summoned a hammer perfectly sized for the boy in a wisp of green, "here you go."

Loki watched with mirth as his son held up the hammer in triumph and ran out of the room with a war cry.

He didn't want to be around when Alsveith found out that his new hammer was only made out of Styrofoam.