#ask thor

@xolues-child-of-aelous

Thor: Once I conspired with Hercules to give Hawkeye what we had dubbed "a double god cheeseburger, only the buns are our asses and your head is the meat, and also we'll be farting"— long terrible name but in our defense we were drunk at the time. We gorged ourselves on the worst foods Midgard had to offer (something from a place called Arby's and a beer made of lite). We cornered him in the locker room after it had been shut down. It was a whole night of raunchy delights. We took turns flipping which ass he had his face into, and broke many a wet and pungent fart.

SUCH A MESSAGE WARMS ME, FRIEND.

THOUGH MANY THINGS HAVE CHANGED, I STILL THINK OF EACH OF YOU WITH UTMOST FONDNESS.

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mblargh-its-me-loki‌:

Loki’s eyes widened in fear as Thor slammed the release button & stormed in. His mouth dropped open & he began to scramble backwards, “N—-no…! I—I wasn’t always with you…I wasn’t! Sif didn’t like me, she thought I was weasely…she didn’t like my silvertongue…Volstagg thought my Seidr unhonerable…Fandral was jealous of my beauty…Only Hogun acccepted me….”

As Thor advanced on him, he held up a hand, pushing out with his Seidr; but nothing that would actually harm his brother.

Thor pressed in, crowding Loki up against the wall and boxing him in with his arms. “You were always part of me, Loki. you were the first. Sif is uptight, I love her, but she is. Fandral wasn’t jealous of your beauty, Loki, he was in love with you and Volstagg... yeah alright. That one I’ll give you. But you have to know, brother,” he hissed the word, face close to Loki’s. “It. Was. Always. YOU! And then you LEFT!”

Thor pulled away and turned, hands curling into fists as his lightning danced over his body. He was breathing hard, as if he’d just had a glorious battle or ran a marathon. “I thought we would always be side by side,” he whispered, “you and me. Fighting, learning, ruling, always side by side. But then you left and suddenly I was alone.”

When we were younger we had a ritual. Before I would leave Asgard for longer than a day, Loki would braid a strand of my hair and I would braid one of his. We wouldn’t unbraid them before we would meet again and then we did it for the other. It was a promise to come back safe and to not forget each other. One time, before a particularly long and dangerous hunt, Loki cut off a strand of his own hair and braided it into mine, then I did the same for him. This way it always felt like he was with me while I was gone and I was with him.

Sometimes Loki braided my hair when he felt sad too, it helped him calm down. It was not uncommon for me to find random strands of my hair braided in the morning or not find them at all and only noticing them much later.

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