Hnoss squirmed against her mother’s hold at the sound of her sister’s laughter, curious to see just what she was missing out on. With a kiss at her forehead, Freyja shifted her grip, carefully turning her around to face Ve’s progress at undressing Gersemi for their bath..
“No, Hnoss and Gersemi do not follow any rules we have set out for them, but they have their own way of doing things … If they are hungry, they cry; if they are dirty, they cry; if they are lonely, they cry.”
Hnoss reached out blindly behind her, tiny hands looking to grab on to whatever she could manage.
“And if they cry,” Freyja continued on, “no matter the time or circumstance, we come running to their sides. Their rule is erratic–but absolute.”
The babe in her hold found a fistful of hair and yanked hard, jerking down a thick section of her mother’s strands and, by extension, the head still very much attached to it.
Freyja grit her teeth as she untangled the child’s fingers from her hair. “Your father would have approved, I think.”
“Tch,” Ve huffed at the thought. “He would have challenged them for power,” he countered. “There can only be one absolute ruler of Asgard.”
Gersemi kicked her feet, still stuck with the giggles at the funny sounds her father made with his mouth, anticipating another round of raspberries. “Oh, you like that, hm?” Ve exaggerated his facial expressions in interest. He tucked the inside of his cheeks within his teeth, cinching his lips into a figure-eight and blowing through, releasing a long brrrrrrraaaapppp.
Delighted, Gersemi squealed, nearly dancing in her supine position, and hardly noticing her father’s grasp of the bottom of her dress. Ve sustained the sound and tugged up the dress, yanking it over the babe’s head and finally discarding it to the side. At the end of the noise, he used his lips to plant a quick, wet smooch atop Gersemi’s head.
“Responds well to auroal stimuli,” he mimicked the serious, objective tone he used when identifying changes in his engineering projects. “Noted.”