[Where is your little magpie when you need him, hm?]
[Thor is warm and comfortable with Loki naked beneath him, smiling childishly, and pulling him close with small, tugging hands. He would give Loki anything he asked this way, and it's a lucky thing, then, that Loki is truly changed, his trust not falsely placed. Honesty is the least of what he would give.]
You were different then. [After a brief pause, he adds.] As was I. But, yes.
We are brothers, have been Odin's children, raised by him together since a time before I can remember. We were inseparable then in all ways, before the fissure came, before our differences divided us, and love turned to hatred. And bound by brotherhood and the ties of fate still, even after.
[It seems strange to him, that Loki should not know such things. But he is happy enough to learn it all again, to relive again that happy childhood, now that he has patience and wisdom enough to appreciate it. He presses his face again to Loki's neck, cants his head against his hands.] You wonder of the past, but does it matter? We are each other's now.
[Thor prefers to live in the present whenever he can. And this present, the warmth of Loki's skin under his mouth and the motion of his hands, spent and exhausted and satisfied, and together, is a good one.]
the face i am making at your rn.
[Thor is warm and comfortable with Loki naked beneath him, smiling childishly, and pulling him close with small, tugging hands. He would give Loki anything he asked this way, and it's a lucky thing, then, that Loki is truly changed, his trust not falsely placed. Honesty is the least of what he would give.]
You were different then. [After a brief pause, he adds.] As was I. But, yes.
We are brothers, have been Odin's children, raised by him together since a time before I can remember. We were inseparable then in all ways, before the fissure came, before our differences divided us, and love turned to hatred. And bound by brotherhood and the ties of fate still, even after.
[It seems strange to him, that Loki should not know such things. But he is happy enough to learn it all again, to relive again that happy childhood, now that he has patience and wisdom enough to appreciate it. He presses his face again to Loki's neck, cants his head against his hands.] You wonder of the past, but does it matter? We are each other's now.
[Thor prefers to live in the present whenever he can. And this present, the warmth of Loki's skin under his mouth and the motion of his hands, spent and exhausted and satisfied, and together, is a good one.]