So instead, I have a very short bit of Loki and Thor flash fiction for you. I was going to add a photo, but Blogger has again decided not to acknowledge my Google Plus ap, so that's a no-go. No biggie, I bet you'll be able to picture what our favorite 8-year-old werewolf pups are up to without pictures. Enjoy!
Update: pic added.
Marissa watched with mixed horror and amusement has her step-sons tried to get the stray cat they'd adopted on vacation to stand still while they fitted a tiny cat-sized saddle onto it's back. With Lex in the house, being a cat god and a little odd in his intimate pastimes, she really didn't want to know where the saddle had come from. The sight of Loki and Thor playing dress-up with a mangy tomcat, though, was priceless.
House cats, even ferrel house cats, usually hated werewolves. Pablo was an exception. The boys had saved him from a fox their first night in Breckinridge. Loki and Thor had thought they were just chasing a fellow carnivore in a setting they wouldn't get in trouble for it. Pablo seemed to think he'd gained a pair of protectors. Marissa wondered if Pablo was regretting attaching himself to her boys yet.
"Come on, Pablo!" Loki moaned. "See? I even put tuna on it. You have to wear the bit for the bridle to fit properly!"
"It's fine," Loki said dismissively. "Let's do the scene."
Loki stuffed poor Pablo into a box--Pablo seemed to like the idea of hiding his shame in side it--and the closed the top. "Can I help you, sir?" He asked his brother, who was standing on the other side of the coffee table.
"Get me a horse," Thor said in his best actor's voice. Ah, she thought. They were acting out a scene of thier favorite movie, "Thor."
"We only have dogs, cats, and birds," Loki said meekly, not sounding like his mythological namesake at all.
"Then give me one big enough to ride," Thor replied arrogantly.
"Here you are, sir," Loki said as he placed Pablo in his box on the table. The sound of irritated tomcat sounded ominous from the depths of the closed box. Thor peeked inside and quickly slammed the box shut again when an orange paw, claws extended, swiped at him.
"This beast is not big enough to ride!" Thor said indignantly.
"He is now!" Loki said grinning madly as he threw something into the box with a flourish. The box began jumping and hissing as Pablo expressed his displeasure.
"Loki!" Thor said, jumping back theatrically. "I should have known you were behind this, brother!"
"Yes, you should have," Loki replied in a greasy accent with a very Tom Hiddle look on his face. Just then, the box erupted and Marissa's amusement died. Pablo was huge. And pissed. And still wearing the saddle, which had grown in size proportionate to the cat. Uh-oh, she thought. Maybe she should have considered where the boys had gotten a tiny saddle from after all.
Everything was a blur after that. Thor whooped and yelled for his twin to hold Pablo's reigns. Loki tried but the bit-less bridle slid right off the cat's head. Loki shouted about missing bridles as Thor tried to vault onto Pablo's back. Pablo tried to hide under the couch and panicked when he no longer fit. Thor managed to get on the cat's back just as Loki got the front door open. Pablo raced out the door with Thor clinging to him and whooping with glee. Loki shouted something about Fennir the Wolf before shifting and giving chase.
Marissa found herself standing shell-shocked in the mess that had been her tidy living room just a few moments ago. She blinked at the mess and slowly shut the door. Oh, goddess, she prayed silently, please let Christmas break be over with soon.