Make that two. No matter. I'm back now.

Ha! So you do admit that all else was false. Does not that mean the opposite is true?

Alright... It isn't that I never want to talk about it. I need time.

You’re lying.

Then there's no point in talking about it. Goodnight.

You just said that if you had your way we would never speak of it- and I do have a say in the matter. What is it that stays you from speaking? Are you ashamed?

What do you want from me? You want to know what I think? I think we both got a little carried away and there's no reason for it to happen again or be discussed ever. Period.

No, no this time we are having this conversation. I will not sit here and wait for you to grace me with your closed presence like some dog.

I see. I'm not allowed to dictate when or where we talk, because that's your decision to make. Is that it? 

How can you say this? Do you not remember?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Your silence has often meant many things, brother, as does it now. You would have us not speak on what has changed?

Brilliant observation, Thor. Yes, I would have us never speak of it again. Nothing has changed.

/TEXT/ Are you returning home tonight?

I wasn’t planning on it. Why?

Lately you have either been gone or have kept yourself silent. I am of the mind that we should… talk?

If I've been silent, wouldn't it make more since to conclude that I do NOT want to talk? There's nothing to be said. 

/TEXT/ Are you returning home tonight?

I wasn't planning on it. Why?

Hate the One you Love

Thor searched his brother’s eyes and saw much more than discomfort in them, something Loki was probably not aware of since then Loki would have not been so eager to share their depths. “Well I mean it,” he retorted while steadily moving closer until his knees hit the mattress and his hands braced out against the wall behind Loki’s head. “You tell me why this is something of discomfort to you and I will gladly stop.” The proximity left his blood roaring in his ears and it was drowning out Thor’s usual hesitations, his voice faraway to his own ears, “I will…. gladly…” And he closed the final distance between them with his lips as he gave in to what he had been wanting to do for years.

It was the worst and best possible outcome. Loki would have thought as much, if he could think at all. Lightheaded and dizzy, he finally lost all ability to form coherent thoughts. There wasn't any fighting it at this point, not now. Maybe later he would try and back out. He'd make up some excuse or pretend it never happened and vow not to speak of it, but not now. For now he vigorously returned  the kiss, lost in the heat of the moment. He pushed back against Thor more forcefully now, but this time he wasn't trying to push him away, he only wanted to get closer. 

Hate the One you Love

Thor did not release his grip but gave in a bit of budge, thinking on what exactly it was that he was doing, well now. His train of thought was easily derailed by Loki’s panicked excuse of pants. “Indeed, that would seem to be the case,” he said with a laugh, grinning as he leaned closer. “It has hardly been an issue before. Why be it one now?” Thor paused for a moment and then decided to shorten the distance even more, amusement clear in his expression. “Does my state of undress really…. bother you so?”

Loki dug deep and forced out what was left of his resolve. "Thor, I mean it. You're making me uncomfortable," he said, making eye contact to show he meant it. Loki was painfully aware of how close Thor was now. He hoped his heart wasn't actually beating as loudly as it seemed.

Hate the One you Love

Thor followed Loki’s look to the door and kept his eyes there. The revelation came to him as Loki continued to speak, washing over him before settling into the pit of his stomach. “You’re right,” he said slowly, feeling as though it was coming from somewhere other than himself. He tightened his grip on Loki’s jaw slightly. “You’re not going anywhere.” Tearing his gaze away from the door, Thor brought it back to bear down on Loki as he leaned closer, voice lowered. ”No, I do know you, and this is when you always leave. And this time I will not allow it.”

"Ah- Thor! What are you doing?" Loki fought against Thor's grip, pulling away as much as he could. This was not at all what he'd wanted, and yet he was having a hard time hating it completely. There was something pleasant and inviting about being this close. Loki felt a desire to get closer, to feel Thor's skin against his and... His thoughts trailed off and the awful truth of it all was made too obvious for Loki to ignore any longer. "Where would I go? Just get off me, please. You're not wearing any pants!" he pleaded, using Thor's current state of undress as an excuse for his panic. He was desperate to end the whole interaction once and for all.