Thor
“… so when you move your hand like this, the sensors will pick it up and create an intricate web of several light beams and voila, your mobile is back online. Pretty ingenious, huh?”
Thor smiled fondly and took the new stack of Pop Tarts from the toaster to join them at the kitchen table. Stark had been teaching his little princess the workings of holographic projection in a most patient manner.
Expectedly, the little one did not answer his questions but seemed content enough just to sit in her high seat and suck on her favorite pacifier: Winnie the Pooh Bear in an Iron Man Costume. But now, at his return, the little girl showed interest in his colorful pastries and made grabby hands after it.
“No, are still too sweet for you, darling. Plus: Thou shall not take a God’s Pop Tarts. It’s an old proverb.”
At her indignant flailing, the Thunderer handed her the box and hoped the vivid pictures would suffice.
And it did! She happily stared at the pastries and sometimes gave a quiet squeal.
“Sheesh! No daughter of mine should be lured by shiny pretty things.” Her father murmured in mock-exasperation and shook his head as if he could not believe what he was seeing.. “You’re lucky, you even are perfect beside this flaw…”
