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All The Lessons I Never Learned

23. Costumes and Candy

Synopsis: Loki takes Thor out costume shopping and then Thor gets to wear his costume to daycare!

Word count: 1728

Stand Alone?: 1/2

Warnings: no warnings apply

Notes: Aside from an upload schedule change, no notes apply

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“Woah…” Thor said as they walked through the grocery store.

That wasn’t exactly accurate-- Loki was walking while Thor was sitting in the cart.

“Hm?”

“‘S a lotta Halloween.”

“I guess it is.” Loki had gotten so used to it over these past years in America that he couldn’t help but feel as if it were totally normal.

“Can I trick-or-treat?”

Loki hadn’t really thought about it. “If that’s what you want to do. Do you have a costume?”

“No. I wanna be a big monsta!”

“Like a dragon?”

“No! Something scary!”

“We’ll look at costumes in a moment. What kind of candy should we get?”

“Mm…” Thor hummed as he thought about it. “Chockate.”

“The one with Kitkats or the Reeses?”

“Kvikk Lunsj?”

“So… Kitkats. That’s what they’re called here.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah. This one’s a variety pack so you’ll get to try other ones, too.”

“Okay!” Thor agreed.

“I’ll let you try some when we get home if you’re really good.”

That made the little grin.

“We do need to go downstairs now though, so can you get out of the cart for me?”

With a little bit of effort and help from Loki’s outstretched arm and stabilization of the cart, Thor was able to get out so they could go downstairs and take a look at the home and clothing section of the store, putting the cart on a track next to the escalator.

Thor, of course, couldn’t help but try to reach into the cart and found it extremely interesting, and, against his better judgment, Loki let him, and only gave him a little tap on the shoulder to show him that the escalator ride was over.

“Can I push?”

“You wanna push it?”

“Mhm!”

Thor did push the cart for a second, before trying to step up and ride on it, almost making it tip over, and forcing Loki to weigh down the other end.

There were lots of interesting decorations in the seasonal section for Thor to look at, but he didn’t seem particularly frightened of any, more just intrigued and curious if anything, even though he almost tossed a “haunted” jack-in-the-box toy on the floor after it surprised him.

“Okay costumes… costumes…Ah, here we go, costumes for littles.” Loki sorted through the racks while Thor kept trying to perch on the front of the cart. “Brother, come look with me. I’m not shopping for myself.”

“We should together costume.”

“Hm?”

“Like um, match?”

Loki did give this idea much thought. “...Let’s see what they have first. Oh! Look at this! It’s a monster!” He had pulled out a blue fuzzy costume with horns and googly looking eyes which was definitely a monster, but devoid of being from any one specific brand or property-- extremely generic. “It’s very cute.”

“I don’ wanna be cute!” Thor argued as he sifted through the princess dresses.

“You could wear one of those. I’m sure you’d make a lovely princess.”

“Silly Loki, no! I wanna be scary!”

“Well that certainly narrows it down…” Loki hummed as he tried to find things that weren’t just “baby pumpkin”, “cartoon character”, or “doctor”. “You could be a pirate. Pirates are quite scary. In fact, we might be able to make you a zombie pirate.”

Thor seemed quite intrigued by that idea, but quickly found a better idea. “How bout a skeleton?!” he asked, pulling out one that worked like footie pajamas.

“Ooh, that’s terrifying,” Loki sarcastically commented with a smile as he took it, and checked the size, holding it up to the little, knowing that it could easily be repurposed for everyday sleepwear.

“Yeah!” Thor laughed. “But Mr. Steve sayed no masks.”

“That’s fine. I can paint your face for you.”

“Kay!” Thor grinned as Loki set it into the cart. “What about you?”

“I don’t usually dress up,” Loki admitted.

Thor frowned. “No, you gotta!”

“Okay what should I be…?” Loki asked as he looked through the racks. “I’d make a good pirate.”

That made Thor laugh.

“No? What are you thinking, dear brother?”

“A kitty!”

“Hm… No, that's a bit juvenile for me. Perhaps a vampire?”

“Okay,” Thor agreed, while setting a mysterious third costume into the cart.

“What’ve you got there?”

“Mm… Taco.”

“I thought you were being a skeleton.”

He shrugged. “Skeleton taco.”

Loki raised an eyebrow before shrugging and setting the vampire costume he was looking at in the cart.

“Why aren’t you dressed up?” Thor asked the next morning

“Grown-ups only dress up in the evenings.” Loki stated.

That seemed to make Thor a little sad.

“I’ll dress up when we go out.”

“But we’re GONNA go out!”

“Work has a dress code! It’s not about what you want, child.”

Thor huffed and crossed his arms.

“But, if you sit down I’ll put on your facepaint for you.”

For the next ten minutes or so, Loki painstakingly tried to cover the preschooler’s face in paint, making the black and white illusion of a skull, and making Thor grin.

“Your makeup’s good.” Thor told him after getting up from sitting on the closed toilet lid.

“My makeup?”

“Yeah. It looks good! Scary.”

Loki looked in the mirror and frowned. He hadn’t put on any makeup yet today.

Thor’s daycare was absolutely bustling today. Not that there were more littles than usual, but for 8:30 AM, it wasn’t as sleepy as it normally was. Usually it was quiet, with one or two littles getting excited to play a game with their friends, and an equal number crying and throwing fits that they needed to leave their caregivers, but today Loki and Thor found themselves in an incredibly loud and high energy space almost immediately.

Thor’s eyes widened, but he didn’t seem overwhelmed, happily running in to join the other littles as Loki took note of the sheer amount of care which had gone into decorating the room and making it look nice. It even smelled like pumpkin-flavored frosting.

“Thor!” Sylvie yelled, running up to the skeleton boy. “Lookit my costume!” she bragged. “I’m a vampire!”

“Loki’s a vampire, too.”

Sylvie looked at the caregiver. “Not a good one.”

Thor giggled.

“What’re you sposed to be?”

“Um... a skeleton taco?”

“Like with human pieces?!” she asked.

Thor laughed. “Yeah! For big monsters to eat!”

That gave Loki a moment to give his brother a big hug.

“Don’t get eaten okay?” Loki asked.

Thor nodded as if it were now his mission, and a very serious one he’d have to defend.

“Okay. Well, I love you very much, and I’ll see you later, alright?”

“See you later!” Thor called after him before excitedly joining his teachers and classmates for circle time.

Loki ate his lunch, once again, at the round table in the break room, waiting for his usual companion, only for Mobius to finally show up in a full, bright red, race car driver outfit.

“What are you wearing?” Loki asked, trying to hide his amusement behind his triangularly cut sandwich.

“Pfft. More like what are you not wearing? Where’s your Halloween spirit, man?”

“At home waiting to go trick-or-treating with my little brother.”

“Well you did nail the corporate zombie look.”

“Hey!”

Mobius sat down next to him and opened up his own lunch. “M’ surprised you didn’t put on more of a show.”

“Adults don’t dress up for work.”

“If you got a little you definitely do. Single, littleless, childless, adults don’t dress up for work.”

“Well there’s no use in berating me for it now! Not like I can make it appear out of thin air.”

“You’re right. I’m just playing with you, ruffling your feathers, you know… But um, I do have to tell you, Sylvie was wondering if you and Thor wanna come around for some dinner and trick-or-treating. The usual stuff.”

“Trick-or-treating? In your apartment building?”

“No, I was actually thinking of driving up to Harlem. Those old brownstones give out some good candy and there’s a parade on the way there that Sylvie likes to go watch. Thought maybe Thor would like to come.”

Loki hummed an acknowledgement. “Yeah, we’d probably be able to make that.”

“I haven’t even given you a time yet.”

“Doesn’t matter. We’ll be there.”

“Well I was thinking we could pick you guys up and we could get a fast-food dinner at 6-ish before going to the parade and trick-or-treating?”

“Yeah, that works,” Loki smiled a little bigger than he probably meant to. “Definitely.”

Sylvie did not cut corners with her Halloween spirit. Thor had thought he didn’t, but that was apparently only by Norwegian standards. Sylvie had only ever known American standards.

The daycare day wasn’t exactly a typical one. Not that the littles ever really sat down and had formal lessons, as they were kept to a play-based, preschool standard, but today was still somehow even more game and craft focused than usual, with a shortened circle time that focused mostly on “The Itsy Bitsy Spider”, the standard nap time, and “fall festival” stations set up throughout the classroom with face painting, fall crafts, not-so-fall-themed-crafts and carnival games where littles could earn fruit snacks, raisins, or small bags of chips because, as Mr. Sam had put it, they’d be getting enough candy later that day.

Sylvie had argued that there was no such thing as “enough” candy. She also made a large effort to pull “pranks” on her classmates which ended up being… in line with her mental age of four years old today: “See? I gave you the blue marker, but you asked for the red!” and cue giggles. She also made a lot of fart noises. When she found some plastic bugs, she did her best to scatter them, with Thor’s help, around the classroom-- in the adults’ kitchen space, in the bathroom, on bookshelves, everywhere they could.

Sylvie had also tried to play the “repeating everything someone says” game but ended up getting put in time-out for it.

Even with that small setback, the day was nothing short of wonderful.

They did pumpkin collages with ripped construction paper and read a story about “Spookley the Square Pumpkin” which led to a geometry activity, and Bingo with dot pens. It was all delightful, and before Thor knew it, Loki was walking in through the door to come pick him up and take him on the train to go home.

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