[swallowing the mead Thor laughs, picturing dung-induced confusion across continents and the surprised rejoicing of gardeners. it's the kind of prank thor has always found hilarious, no matter how old and serious he's been (any prank involving dung is, in his opinion, gold)
he holds the bottle and the last of the mead across to his brother, catching his eye.]
Liar.
[there is a deep fondness in Thor's voice and look; it is less an accusation and more an endearment.
Perhaps Loki is considering how to cover the nations in dung, but Thor cannot imagine that is all that is going on inside his brother's head. Too often they are mistaken for simple creatures of war or mischief (and perhaps they sometimes mistake themselves for those things), but after time and myth have taken their toll on them, it cannot be so.]
no subject
he holds the bottle and the last of the mead across to his brother, catching his eye.]
Liar.
[there is a deep fondness in Thor's voice and look; it is less an accusation and more an endearment.
Perhaps Loki is considering how to cover the nations in dung, but Thor cannot imagine that is all that is going on inside his brother's head. Too often they are mistaken for simple creatures of war or mischief (and perhaps they sometimes mistake themselves for those things), but after time and myth have taken their toll on them, it cannot be so.]