[ it had been this: fond memories and long adventures, like they were boys again, even if one them was shaking off the cusp of manhood still. this is what Thor had asked for when he had sought out Loki after his death at the hands of the Void, quiet moments and a reminder of what they had been. it was a simpler time that Thor remembered, but something that would bring bitterness to the throat of one in a past life.

it makes Loki all the more defiant to enjoy it. yet maybe he was, even without the unneeded reminder. these are moments that Thor had, still had, and some part of him felt settled with that. ]

Oh ... nothing really, mischief. Mayhem. Counting the number of doorsteps I can set a flaming bag of goat dung upon.

[ but the little curled smile on his face tells a different story. for now, it quells his guilt. ]