[ to be fair, despite his closeness with that blasted bird loki might have hesitated to ask him that.
but nevertheless, loki listens. he listens and absorbs, he thinks about what it must have been like, what thor must have been like when he was young, what their childhood together had been like. it is .. painful, sometimes, to think of what he has lost, memories that he shall never regain, fond times that thor can reflect on, that loki shall never know. there is no other feeling like the blank in his mind, the emptiness where things should be. and yet, in the end .. it is better this way. those memories would poison him, they would twist him, and he is better off without them. ]
Well that is all very easy for you to say. But it does matter, because I ..
[ before he can finish, loki clamps his tongue. no, there is no reason to go further, no reason to explain it to thor, no reason to ruin this perfect, tender moment. thor could never understand how important it is to loki to know these things, to make for himself a patchwork image of his past. but loki presses from his mind these dark thoughts and instead focuses on his brother's words, on the rough sweetness of them, and he cannot help but smile. thor is not wrong. the norns have bound them together body and spirit - where there is thor there shall always be loki, as night always follows day, and he may be young still but somewhere in his old soul loki knows this great truth and accepts it. there is nothing that could ever tear them apart for good.
loki hums, and does not finish his sentence, only basks in his brother's warm affections, in the attentions that he so loves and craves. thor's body is warm and solid and loki is still filthy, sticky with sweat and cooling come but he cannot bring himself to move, he does not want to move. so instead he winds his slim arms around his shoulders and arches close, keeping their bodies pressed together, closing his eyes and nuzzling to thor's ear. there is no better feeling in this world than to be accepted, to be wanted. ]
Ah, well. I suppose we are, then, you and I. Bound forever. It is not so terrible a fate, I think.
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but nevertheless, loki listens. he listens and absorbs, he thinks about what it must have been like, what thor must have been like when he was young, what their childhood together had been like. it is .. painful, sometimes, to think of what he has lost, memories that he shall never regain, fond times that thor can reflect on, that loki shall never know. there is no other feeling like the blank in his mind, the emptiness where things should be. and yet, in the end .. it is better this way. those memories would poison him, they would twist him, and he is better off without them. ]
Well that is all very easy for you to say. But it does matter, because I ..
[ before he can finish, loki clamps his tongue. no, there is no reason to go further, no reason to explain it to thor, no reason to ruin this perfect, tender moment. thor could never understand how important it is to loki to know these things, to make for himself a patchwork image of his past. but loki presses from his mind these dark thoughts and instead focuses on his brother's words, on the rough sweetness of them, and he cannot help but smile. thor is not wrong. the norns have bound them together body and spirit - where there is thor there shall always be loki, as night always follows day, and he may be young still but somewhere in his old soul loki knows this great truth and accepts it. there is nothing that could ever tear them apart for good.
loki hums, and does not finish his sentence, only basks in his brother's warm affections, in the attentions that he so loves and craves. thor's body is warm and solid and loki is still filthy, sticky with sweat and cooling come but he cannot bring himself to move, he does not want to move. so instead he winds his slim arms around his shoulders and arches close, keeping their bodies pressed together, closing his eyes and nuzzling to thor's ear. there is no better feeling in this world than to be accepted, to be wanted. ]
Ah, well. I suppose we are, then, you and I. Bound forever. It is not so terrible a fate, I think.