[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.
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.
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.
[ 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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]