[ loki is not surprised by his brother's reaction, thor has ever been this way. he is much like a volcano, loki thinks. on the surface he is broad and stony, cold and silent and unmoving, the great rocky mountain whose craggy face is ever frowning and yet beneath it flows the hot blood of the world, molten magma that stirs and rolls and never sleeps. it may lie dormant for weeks, months, centuries, but oh when she blows it is always a terrifying, beautiful, dangerous thing. ]
Thor --
[ and loki is not always immune to it. in fact, he is often its target. but things have.. shifted, between them, since the fall of surtur, and the manchester gods. there was always love between them, but there is now an understanding more deep than they previously possessed. ]
Thor -- !
[ loki wants to know his thoughts, of course, but he cannot risk the volcanic explosion. not here. his small hands rise to his brother's arms, strong in their wiriness, grasping at his forearms, his wrists. they are getting strange looks now, frowns, suspicious glances. loki leans in, and keeps his grasp. ]
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[ loki is not surprised by his brother's reaction, thor has ever been this way. he is much like a volcano, loki thinks. on the surface he is broad and stony, cold and silent and unmoving, the great rocky mountain whose craggy face is ever frowning and yet beneath it flows the hot blood of the world, molten magma that stirs and rolls and never sleeps. it may lie dormant for weeks, months, centuries, but oh when she blows it is always a terrifying, beautiful, dangerous thing. ]
Thor --
[ and loki is not always immune to it. in fact, he is often its target. but things have.. shifted, between them, since the fall of surtur, and the manchester gods. there was always love between them, but there is now an understanding more deep than they previously possessed. ]
Thor -- !
[ loki wants to know his thoughts, of course, but he cannot risk the volcanic explosion. not here. his small hands rise to his brother's arms, strong in their wiriness, grasping at his forearms, his wrists. they are getting strange looks now, frowns, suspicious glances. loki leans in, and keeps his grasp. ]
Perhaps we should, ah, speak elsewhere.