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Young Loki was lying on the couch reading, so engrossed in his reading that he didn't hear the noises and grunts coming from his room.
He was pulled out of his concentration by Mobius who called, "Loki! Where are all the pillows?"
Knowing that he was not the one being addressed, the young boy did not answer, but got up and walked towards where the voice was coming from, curious.
He arrived in front of his room where Mobius was already standing. He had his hands on his hips and was asking, "What's going on here?"
Mobius walked into the room followed by the young Loki who could not help but laugh at the sight before his eyes.
Loki and Croki had piled up all the pillows from the house and made a makeshift fort.
Loki brandished a broom and exclaimed, "I'm Prince Charming coming to rescue his prince Mobius and crown prince Loki from the evil dragon who kidnapped and locked them up!"
Mobius pointed at Croki with an amused smile. "And I suppose you are the evil dragon?"
Croki growled in response, "Fnarlll."
Loki exclaimed, a mischievous glint in his eye, "Besides, it was his idea!'
Croki growled again and young Loki chuckled, "Of course, Dad, it's the alligator's fault...".
A long silence followed and the boy realized when he saw the stunned looks of Mobius and Loki that this was the first time he had called Loki dad.
It had been a long time in his mind that he considered Mobius and Loki as his fathers but he had never dared to say it out loud.
What was he supposed to say? Should he apologize? What if they didn't see it that way? Maybe they would send him away?
He was interrupted in his spiraling, as he found himself caught in a four-armed hug.
Pressed between the two chests, he whispered, " Is it okay if I call you that?"
The two men, still holding him in their arms, moved a little to look at him, "Of course it's okay, if that's how you feel."
He looked in turn at Loki and Mobius, the two men who had given him a new life, and nodded, "Yes, that's how I feel." He added with a shy smile, "Dads."
They embraced him again and this time were interrupted by a grunt.
"Fnrrrl."
Croki reminded himself to them, a little miffed that he wasn't part of the party. Then young Loki leaned over to hug him.
But because of the stacked pillows, his balance was a bit precarious and he toppled forward into the pillows.
As Loki and Mobius were still close to him, they too were dragged down and all three of them ended up on the floor in a tangle of limbs and pillows.
They were soon joined by a Croki who was happy to have them on his level.
They looked at each other and laughed out loud, the living image of family bliss.