#kid!thor

Frigga beams when she looks up and sees her adoptive son before her. Odin smiles too, but Loki can tell a frown has appeared on his face before it quickly vanished, concealed as always.

With a quick blink and a soft smile, Loki stands there for a moment before kneeling in front of the couple. Slowly taking Frigga's hand into his own, he presses a gentle kiss on it and speaks: "Congratulations, mother. It finally happened."

Frigga's smile is still soft, but Loki can see that there is worry hiding behind her joy - a worry that is all too natural, given how much is going to change now.

"We have prayed so long for this, I am happy the Norns have granted you this blessing," Loki says affectionately, trying to ease his mother's concern without openly addressing it.

"Indeed, regardless of the gender, the child is a blessing and shall be a happy addition to our family.” Frigga, regaining her composure and quickly gives Loki's hand a fond squeeze.

Loki turns to Odin, who has been scrutinizing his son's every expression since his entry, "I trust that this news will be announced to the royal council next?"

“As soon as the healers have confirmed the child is healthy, then yes, the royal council will be informed next," Odin nods with a grunt.  

Loki nods too, it's how things have to be and he knows that; and it's clear that Odin expects him to get angry about the situation, to argue or to bargain, but Loki will do none of that.

Despite being known to find every loophole imaginable, this time he doesn't wish to do that. He would never destroy his mother's joy over his own anger. Standing up, Loki bows to his adoptive parents with the happiest smile he can muster. His mouth is hurting with the strain he put on it.

"Well then, I will happily help if there is anything you will need my assistance with. Meanwhile, mother, make sure you are resting and eating well. I could not tolerate any harm coming to my little brother."

"Your brother?" Frigga asks surprised, looking up at her son. "Why do you think it's a boy?"

Loki's smile is solid, but he knows her confusion is real. It's strange how he knows she is carrying an heir, but something deep inside tells him that's exactly what's happening.

"It's your first child, mother, and you have always wished for an heir who would become king one day. If the Norns granted you this wish, it will be a boy."

When he is moving away from the chamber, Loki's stride becomes faster since the gaze of the courtiers becomes too suffocating. He can smell their mockery in the air and hear their laughter, so his smile, as forced as it is, is essential. Adopted or not, a prince will not be brought down by common folks.

It's a long walk back to his chambers, where as soon as the doors close behind him, his smile disappears into nothingness. Only now does he realize that the warmth he had felt in his chest all this time isn't from happiness or joy, but is instead the beginning of a burning anger that is rooted in the jealousy he doesn't want to admit he feels.

Loki wishes to destroy everything he can find in his room, especially those things gifted to him by Odin. But, the walls have ears, and he knows too well not to leave any physical traits of his unhappiness. So, instead of destroying his belongings, Loki rushes to his desk and quickly scribbles down all his anger onto the paper before him.

All this time he was certain of his place, of who he was even as the adopted prince, and now all of this is thrown away by a child that is yet to be born.

The quill he has in his hand is twisted and beyond repair hours later.  

Sighing, he lights the pile of paper before him and watches it perish before his eyes. Writing all of his anger down did little to make him feel better, but leaving this kind of evidence out in the open - or even hidden - is too dangerous.

When he goes to bed that night, his eyes are burning and stinging from the tears he couldn't hold back and his hand is hurting from clutching his quill so much. He has realized that no matter how angry and mad he is, he cannot possibly take this out on his mother or the child.

He always knew Frigga wished for a son on her own, but she had still loved him with all her heart from the moment he came into her life. Even if Loki isn’t the legitimate heir to the throne anymore, he doesn’t wish to hurt her in any way, not after she had given him so much love.

He would become the forgotten prince, the one left to watch as the true heir to the throne grew up and took what had once been his. In this realization is nothing but resent and bitterness and there is nothing he can do about it.

“Go away,” he whines, his voice cracking slightly as he tries not to cry in front of all of them. He’s going to be the King of Asgard soon and he doesn’t want Father to not make him king because he cried like a baby.

“Awww, is Thor going to cry?” Loki asks, crouching over his older brother’s body. He has a cheeky smirk on his face and Thor wants to kick his little brother. Sometimes he wishes Loki was never born because ugh, he is so annoying. Like how Heimdall never lets him visit any of the other Realms without ‘adult supervision’, whatever that means.

“Shut up, Loki,” Thor lets out, feeling kind of angry. Especially because none of his friends have listened to him. They’re all surrounding Thor as if he’s a new toy that they don’t know what to do with. Plus, he’s going to be The King, they should be listening to him! He hopes and wishes he can get new friends and a better little brother tomorrow.

“Maybe we should call Aunty Freida,” Hogun offers, and Thor thinks of him as his only true friend at the moment.

“No, Thor’s a big boy, he doesn’t need Mommy,” Loki rejects and lets out a little giggle. Suddenly, in place of Loki there is a little puppy and Thor giggles. He loves puppies! They’re so cute and soft and cuddly!

“Volstagg, don’t hit it!” Sif screams just as Volstagg is about to stomp on the furry creature.

“But, it’s weird-looking,” Volstagg replies, his face tilting as he examines the four-legged being.

“It’s a puppy, silly,” Thor informs him as he tries to sit up. When he feels his knee sting further, a tear escapes his eye.

“Thor, are you crying?” Fandral asks, half-distracted by the puppy now sniffing around him. “Stop that.” He points his finger threateningly at the small mammal.

“Shut up!” Thor shouts. In the distance, lightning cackles. “I want all of you to go away.” When no one moves, he grows angry. “I said, go away!” He wants to hit all of them but he can’t because otherwise he knows his Mother will tell him that he shouldn’t go around hitting his friends. But he’s going to be King, and people should be listening to him. Yes, that’s what he’ll tell his mother the next time she scolds him. “Go away! That’s an order!” His friends look at him oddly and the puppy jumps onto Thor’s lap. “Obey! I’m going to be King of-”

“You’re caught, come catch us!” Loki squeals, as he pushes over Thor and runs away from his older brother. Thor’s lap is now curiously empty. His friends follow Loki, rushing after him trying to create some distance. Thor lunges after them, running to catch his little brother, barely feeling the sting in his leg anymore. He’s going to tell his Mother all about how Loki is a little cheater!

~ “maybe you’re not so bad after all, brother.” ~

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i legit have this headcanon that loki & thor always take care of each other no matter what & it was only as they got older than loki got more bitter towards thor thanks to odin, father of the millenium™. 

also, amidst so many angsty post-iw fanfiction & posts, i thought a little fluffy loki & thor bromance would be a good way to appreciate, love & laugh w/ these characters. im hoping & praying loki comes back bc my bois have only gotten back to being proper brothers™ and now he’s fucking dead???

also that final quote is from ragnarok @ the end when they’re on the ship.

also idc if loki can’t actually shapeshift into a puppy. fuck that shit. in this he can :)