[prompt bingo] [winter challenge] [matantei loki ragnarok] Alcohol
Title: Eggnog
Author: spicy_diamond
Fandom: Matantei Loki Ragnarok
Rating: G
Prompt: Alcohol
Challenge: promptbingo : Winter Challenge
Disclaimer: I own zilch, nada, zero... Nothing save for my own convoluted imaginings.
Summary: One of Yamino's holiday dishes goes over entirely too well.
Words: 330
While his son's quirk for only wishing to use the freshest and most authentic ingredients in his cooking had become a source of private amusement for Loki, there was no denying the fact that Yamino was turning into quite the master chef. Everyone loved Yamino's dishes.
And having a Christmas party provided an excellent chance for Yamino to try out a whole new set of recipes.
However...
Staring down at his eggnog, Loki swirled the creamy liquid once around the glass before sipping delicately. Letting the flavors mingle on his tongue, he considered the taste.
“Yamino-kun?”
“Yes, Loki-sama?” Straightening up from where he'd been refreshing the party buffet, Midgardsomer smiled, looking every inch the perfect host as he nodded politely to his father. “Was there something more you needed?”
“Not really, I was just wondering...” The god glanced down at his glass. “Did you use a traditional recipe for your eggnog as well?”
“Of course, Loki-sama! I had to special order some of the ingredients, but I would never cut corners on anything I prepared.” He said proudly before pausing, adding hesitantly. “...Is it not to your liking?”
“Oh no. It's very good. You've impressed me yet again, Yamino-kun.” Knocking back the last of his eggnog, Loki set the spent glass aside. Hiding his growing amusement under a napkin, Loki dabbed daintily at his mouth. His eyes slowly turned to the other corner of the room where Mayura and Narugami were giggling raucously over what was their third or forth glasses of the mix. “I was just curious, that's all.”
Collecting the spent cloth napkin passed his way for future washing, Yamino followed his father's gaze.
“Oh. Oh dear.”
“Ah, well...” Loki gave a casual roll of his shoulders, levering himself up from where he'd been playing the wallflower to slink towards his friends. A sly smile took form on his lips. “...'Tis the season to be merry.”
Author: spicy_diamond
Fandom: Matantei Loki Ragnarok
Rating: G
Prompt: Alcohol
Challenge: promptbingo : Winter Challenge
Disclaimer: I own zilch, nada, zero... Nothing save for my own convoluted imaginings.
Summary: One of Yamino's holiday dishes goes over entirely too well.
Words: 330
While his son's quirk for only wishing to use the freshest and most authentic ingredients in his cooking had become a source of private amusement for Loki, there was no denying the fact that Yamino was turning into quite the master chef. Everyone loved Yamino's dishes.
And having a Christmas party provided an excellent chance for Yamino to try out a whole new set of recipes.
However...
Staring down at his eggnog, Loki swirled the creamy liquid once around the glass before sipping delicately. Letting the flavors mingle on his tongue, he considered the taste.
“Yamino-kun?”
“Yes, Loki-sama?” Straightening up from where he'd been refreshing the party buffet, Midgardsomer smiled, looking every inch the perfect host as he nodded politely to his father. “Was there something more you needed?”
“Not really, I was just wondering...” The god glanced down at his glass. “Did you use a traditional recipe for your eggnog as well?”
“Of course, Loki-sama! I had to special order some of the ingredients, but I would never cut corners on anything I prepared.” He said proudly before pausing, adding hesitantly. “...Is it not to your liking?”
“Oh no. It's very good. You've impressed me yet again, Yamino-kun.” Knocking back the last of his eggnog, Loki set the spent glass aside. Hiding his growing amusement under a napkin, Loki dabbed daintily at his mouth. His eyes slowly turned to the other corner of the room where Mayura and Narugami were giggling raucously over what was their third or forth glasses of the mix. “I was just curious, that's all.”
Collecting the spent cloth napkin passed his way for future washing, Yamino followed his father's gaze.
“Oh. Oh dear.”
“Ah, well...” Loki gave a casual roll of his shoulders, levering himself up from where he'd been playing the wallflower to slink towards his friends. A sly smile took form on his lips. “...'Tis the season to be merry.”