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<3!!!!!!

[mistruths]

I think I shall. You're not to complain of the final result, though.

[courtedwar]

You're not to make it look like some elaborate princess's frivolity. [Because you really would, wouldn't you.]

[mistruths]

But you wanted braids, did you not?

[courtedwar]

Manly braid. Conveying strength and virility.

[:) his idea of hair fashion is great, isn't it brother?]

[mistruths]

Yes, Thor. A manly braid it is.

[ THOUGH YOU'RE LEAVING YOUR HAIR IN HIS HANDS. LITERALLY. ]

[courtedwar]

[Thor grins and slaps Loki on the shoulder.]

To the baths then, brother.

[mistruths]

[ ugh!! that makes him stumble before he catches himself and loki rolls his eyes as he heads in that direction, not waiting for thor ]

[courtedwar]

[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.]

[mistruths]

[ like this, he can nearly forget he's a prisoner. disrobing at thor's side, shrugging out of his tunic and trousers, and loki can nearly think it's as they were, children come in to bathe after a long day. ]

I'll be most displeased if we're interrupted... Though I suspect we will be. The others do enjoy your company far too much.

[courtedwar]

That at least we may ammend. Ho there, [Shirt half-off, Thor calls the guard over.]

See that we are not disturbed.

[mistruths]

[ and Loki can see, even hidden behind a pillar as he is to properly undress, the reluctance the guard has. it seems no one really wishes to leave thor alone with him, a fact which makes loki's lips twist in a combination of smug pleasure and irritated frustration.

still, the guard finally agrees with a sharp nod of his head and a quiet, Yes, my Prince, and steps away to shut the door behind him, giving the two of them some semblance of privacy. ]

I did not think you'd actually request it, our solitude.

[courtedwar]

[He drops his armour, shirt, and breeches in a pile that sprawls halfways across the floor.

His brother seems determined to resist Thor's attempts to restore some semblance of normality to their relationship.]

Is there something I ought to fear?

[mistruths]

[ Loki gestures down at himself, nude and unarmed, before flicking his hair back over his shoulders as he steps down into the bath. ]

Does it look as though I've any way to hurt you?