"Oh, come on, Astrid!"
Mika complained, struggling slightly in her grip.
"This is absolutely too much! I was fine with the tail throne, but now you're making me sit on your lap?"
"This is too much even for you!"
But Astrid just shook her head firmly, a completely unrepentant expression on her face.
"No, Mika. Not at all."
Her voice was warm, motherly, utterly insistent.
She looked down at him with a gentle smile, her eyes soft and affectionate.
"Like I said, my little brother deserves a throne. And since I don't actually have a throne in my office..."
She glanced around the room.
"...I suppose I'll have to build one for you whenever you come over."
"But until then..."
She wiggled her lap slightly, settling him more comfortably against her.
"...you'll just have to use my own body as your throne."
"Your body is not a throne!" Mika sputtered.
