A/N: I'm so sorry, but I couldn't help myself.
Loki noticed that ever since the fiasco with the pets, Yamino always seemed to be worrying about something – much more so than usual, that is – and he ate less and less.
"Yamino, is something on your mind?" Loki finally asked one day. "If something is troubling you, I want you to tell me what it is."
"Well..." Yamino trailed off, averting his gaze to the floor and fidgeting with the empty tray in his hands.
"Come on, you can tell me," Loki coaxed.
"You'll laugh at me," whispered Yamino.
"I won't laugh, I promise," said Loki, bracing himself; he couldn't laugh, no matter how funny this was going to be. For Yamino's sake. "Come on, tell me."
"Well, uh..." Yamino raised his head a little, almost meeting Loki's eyes. "I was just thinking about what my, er, ex-partner said. And... Master Loki, am I fat?"
Loki blinked slowly. Then he calmly, deliberately breathed in, breathed out. He wasn't going to laugh.
"Don't be silly, Yamino," he said in his most reassuring voice. "You're not fat at all!"
"But—"
"You're just big-boned."