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Title: Adopted
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Thor
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen/Fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Cats and Dogs AU. Frigga knows what Odin is asking when he brings her a tiny kitten.
Author's Notes: This was written for the prompt 'Kittens and Puppies' on my GenPrompt Bingo table.
Odin is carrying something. A tiny scrap of black fur in the palm of his hand. He holds it in front of her nose to study as he pets her ears. A kitten. A very young kitten, mostly head and wiggling body, with a flailing rat-tail and miniscule ears.
Frigga knows before he starts to speak what he is asking of her. The kitten is abandoned, she learns. Cast aside by that bastard Laufey to die in the snow, unwanted for his runtish size. But for all that it is small and cold, the kitten is alive and squirming in Odin’s palm – squeaking for warmth and milk to fill its empty belly. She leans forward and nuzzles it.
She only has one pup. Thor is big and still growing, but even he cannot feast on all the milk his brothers should have had. Weak, sickly Baldr and still-born Hodr are both gone now and there is plenty to share.
She licks a stripe down the kitten’s back. “Good girl, Frigga,” her Odin tells her, and he sets the kitten down by her side for her to nose into position. He claws are sharp when he starts to knead as he suckles, but she merely licks him again and settles with a sigh.
She will call him Loki.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Thor
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen/Fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Cats and Dogs AU. Frigga knows what Odin is asking when he brings her a tiny kitten.
Author's Notes: This was written for the prompt 'Kittens and Puppies' on my GenPrompt Bingo table.
Odin is carrying something. A tiny scrap of black fur in the palm of his hand. He holds it in front of her nose to study as he pets her ears. A kitten. A very young kitten, mostly head and wiggling body, with a flailing rat-tail and miniscule ears.
Frigga knows before he starts to speak what he is asking of her. The kitten is abandoned, she learns. Cast aside by that bastard Laufey to die in the snow, unwanted for his runtish size. But for all that it is small and cold, the kitten is alive and squirming in Odin’s palm – squeaking for warmth and milk to fill its empty belly. She leans forward and nuzzles it.
She only has one pup. Thor is big and still growing, but even he cannot feast on all the milk his brothers should have had. Weak, sickly Baldr and still-born Hodr are both gone now and there is plenty to share.
She licks a stripe down the kitten’s back. “Good girl, Frigga,” her Odin tells her, and he sets the kitten down by her side for her to nose into position. He claws are sharp when he starts to knead as he suckles, but she merely licks him again and settles with a sigh.
She will call him Loki.
