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[ it was a Loki in a different time, a Loki he never wanted to be again. given, he was the Loki he was now, and he never wanted to revert to anything he was ever again. when their fingers thread a fresh wave of guilt washes over him, sweeping away in the foam in the base of his belly.
if you knew, would you hate me?
the urge to tell him comes so far up his throat that he almost chokes on it, but he swallows it back, making himself ill with self-inflicted grief. the expression on his face melts to something knowing, soft. his dark lashes shadow bright eyes as he slides his fingers between Thor's, feeling the tingle of electricity on the tips near the nail. ]
Do you say that to all the Lokis?
[ dangerous words that could be questioned, so close that he wonders if he wants to get caught. there's a wistful, self-defeating smile on his face. ]
Or do you say that to everyone? Quite the charmer, you are. That's supposed to be my job.
if you knew, would you hate me?
the urge to tell him comes so far up his throat that he almost chokes on it, but he swallows it back, making himself ill with self-inflicted grief. the expression on his face melts to something knowing, soft. his dark lashes shadow bright eyes as he slides his fingers between Thor's, feeling the tingle of electricity on the tips near the nail. ]
Do you say that to all the Lokis?
[ dangerous words that could be questioned, so close that he wonders if he wants to get caught. there's a wistful, self-defeating smile on his face. ]
Or do you say that to everyone? Quite the charmer, you are. That's supposed to be my job.
[Thor chuckles, looking up at the stars above them. For all his elemental ties to the wild and changing storm, his devotion to and love for his family and friends has ever been a constant.
He sighs, a long exhale that is a little weary, but mostly relaxed and warm.]
Aye, even at your worst, brother.
[He turns back to his brother. Perhaps Loki at his worst is when he had needed Thor most, and all Thor had been was a hulking great brute, concerned with his own glory instead of the brother he should have been attending to.]
You know my temper is quick and my pride too sensitive. In spite of them, I have never met a Loki whom I did not love, though I sometimes wished otherwise.
He sighs, a long exhale that is a little weary, but mostly relaxed and warm.]
Aye, even at your worst, brother.
[He turns back to his brother. Perhaps Loki at his worst is when he had needed Thor most, and all Thor had been was a hulking great brute, concerned with his own glory instead of the brother he should have been attending to.]
You know my temper is quick and my pride too sensitive. In spite of them, I have never met a Loki whom I did not love, though I sometimes wished otherwise.
[There's a very serious reason why two X-Men are visiting the brightly-lit carnival set up on the village green in this backwater American town. The professor had been adamant about how important it was that they do what they had been sent to do, and do it well. And Kurt is definitely up for that.
Just as soon as he's looked around a little.
He walks taller through the various sideshows, no longer trying to make himself take up as little space as possible or blend unnoticably into the shadows. Kurt has been with the X-Men months now, but this strange carnival still feels more like home than the school does. The hat which is supposed to hide his inhuman features does nothing to hide the joy in his eyes.]
Hear that, my friend? It is the sound which all carnivals share, whatever their country or size. [The slightly off-key music accompanying the rides, the calls of vendors tempting passers-by to try their hand at losing their money, shrieks of laughter...] It is such a comforting sound, do you not find?
Just as soon as he's looked around a little.
He walks taller through the various sideshows, no longer trying to make himself take up as little space as possible or blend unnoticably into the shadows. Kurt has been with the X-Men months now, but this strange carnival still feels more like home than the school does. The hat which is supposed to hide his inhuman features does nothing to hide the joy in his eyes.]
Hear that, my friend? It is the sound which all carnivals share, whatever their country or size. [The slightly off-key music accompanying the rides, the calls of vendors tempting passers-by to try their hand at losing their money, shrieks of laughter...] It is such a comforting sound, do you not find?
[Thor rolls his eyes at the obstinacy of his brother. Everything was an insult with him.]
You have to bathe at some point. Might as well get it done with now, then you can lounge about and braid your hair in your rooms until dinner.
You have to bathe at some point. Might as well get it done with now, then you can lounge about and braid your hair in your rooms until dinner.
[Thor's grin is very like that of a spoiled child who has gotten his way.
He recognises the pettiness of trying to get his brother to be involved, especially when Loki seems so set against it, but he counts each concession by Loki to be involved as a victory.
He runs his fingers through his own hair.] You may braid it yourself, if you like. I've not had the time recently to do it myself.
He recognises the pettiness of trying to get his brother to be involved, especially when Loki seems so set against it, but he counts each concession by Loki to be involved as a victory.
He runs his fingers through his own hair.] You may braid it yourself, if you like. I've not had the time recently to do it myself.
You're not to make it look like some elaborate princess's frivolity. [Because you really would, wouldn't you.]
[ Thor's fingers have always been a funny thing.
in one of his hands was the hand that held Mjolnir, a dangerously coveted weapon that Loki lusted after as soon as he could walk. in all of his hubris and wickedness, he had missed the mark far too often; he had lost in so many ways. in others, he had won. it had taken a long time to win.
a dark black nail moves along the callouses, the smooth place between his knuckles, the places that he's never been privy to, or trusted enough to breech this level of intimacy. ]
I never thought of myself as easy to love. [ bright green eyes fall half lidded as he occupies himself with his hand. ] You were tenacious, Thor. I would have been lost without you.
[ perhaps he was, for a while. ]
in one of his hands was the hand that held Mjolnir, a dangerously coveted weapon that Loki lusted after as soon as he could walk. in all of his hubris and wickedness, he had missed the mark far too often; he had lost in so many ways. in others, he had won. it had taken a long time to win.
a dark black nail moves along the callouses, the smooth place between his knuckles, the places that he's never been privy to, or trusted enough to breech this level of intimacy. ]
I never thought of myself as easy to love. [ bright green eyes fall half lidded as he occupies himself with his hand. ] You were tenacious, Thor. I would have been lost without you.
[ perhaps he was, for a while. ]
It has not been with my help that you have established yourself on Earth. [The black nailpolish trailing along his knuckles may amuse Thor, a sign of Loki's attention to the vainer matters in life, but it is also an indication that Loki adapts far better to new circumstances than any of the other Asgardians. Thor lives among the people of Earth, but he will always be other. Loki understands them and can pass among them unnoticed in ways Thor will never be able.
Once, Thor would have disregarded such a skill, but now he can see it for what it is.
He withdraws his hand and moves closer until he is looking fondly down at Loki.] You do not seem lost now.
Once, Thor would have disregarded such a skill, but now he can see it for what it is.
He withdraws his hand and moves closer until he is looking fondly down at Loki.] You do not seem lost now.
[ the Asgardians were stubborn and resistant to change (even their mother, much to Loki's chagrin); in their own way, both Thor and Loki had tried to find a way to free them. Ragnarok, the fate that awaited them, and the future where the world was built in existential conditionalities. it wasn't something that either of them wanted: Loki no longer the villain, and Thor bound to something other than his noble deeds.
Loki can feel the ghost of his fingers even when he's gone, and the warmth when he leans in. ]
I wouldn't have established myself on earth unless someone fought for me.
[ he could have taken Thor's compliment, in all of his arrogance, but he doesn't. instead the words carry unusual weight. ]
Loki can feel the ghost of his fingers even when he's gone, and the warmth when he leans in. ]
I wouldn't have established myself on earth unless someone fought for me.
[ he could have taken Thor's compliment, in all of his arrogance, but he doesn't. instead the words carry unusual weight. ]
[ logan glances around a little, but he's more interested in kurt's reaction than in the sights or sounds themselves. he strides along beside him with his hands in his pockets, keeping an eye out for trouble as he says with vague amusement: ] It does bring back memories. [ but only so many. the problem with being a chronic amnesiac tbh ]
[ IT IS A MYSTERY ] i might have accidentally had to throw her new bike at a hollow
it ate it
it ate it
Manly braid. Conveying strength and virility.
[:) his idea of hair fashion is great, isn't it brother?]
[:) his idea of hair fashion is great, isn't it brother?]
[Thor grins and slaps Loki on the shoulder.]
To the baths then, brother.
To the baths then, brother.
[Thor's expression falters a moment as Loki walks away.
But he fathers himself and hastens after him, managing to catch up just as they reach the baths.]
But he fathers himself and hastens after him, managing to catch up just as they reach the baths.]
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