Best Friends..Ish... Thor & Lofn
Knocking on the door to the room Thor was in, Lofn smiled gently. She haven’t seen him since the two were little, so she assumed he wouldn’t remember her, but she still wanted to test his memory. Her long, flame red hair was neatly tucked into her cloak, her long raven dress flowing to the ground. “Hey Thor,” her angelic voice began slowly “Have you seen Loki around anywhere?”
It was late in the afternoon by the time he had arrived home. It wasn’t late late, but it was passed his regular time in being back at his cozy little corner in Stark Tower. Or, somewhat cozy. It was freezing cold inside. Thor figured, after some time of uninterested investigation, it must be the furnace or a boiler that had gone awry. He hadn’t been home long, but he was making the best of his time. He had thrown off his attire and bundled himself under a blanket has he stared out of the window at the twinkling stars from his spot on the carpet. Things were finally starting to look up for him starting that day and he felt great about it. Minus the cold in his room.
Of course, the Thunderer would begin to overthink things has he always did, and it led him to such troubling thoughts, but just as he was about to plunder himself into the madness of being alone, there came a swift knock on the door. Followed by an unfamiliar voice. That knew him. And his brother. He gathered his blanket and tucked it over his shoulder and around his waist and torso like a God of the Greeks and their ridiculous togas before cracking the door open slightly, then fully to all the way. He’d never seen this child before in his life.
“Pardon my horrible misbehavior, Madame, but… Do I know you?”
Lofn smiled at his reaction. “Madame? When’d you get so fancy?” She giggled. “You don’t remember me from Asgard when we were kids? I’m Lofn. You know, the little girl with red hair whom you used to beat up when you got angry with your hammer.” She shifted her weight, placing hands on her hips. “I still have bruises from you.” Lofn’s eyes shot up. “…You got a lot taller…” She smiled, remembering how many times she’d poke his head from towering above him, even though being a few years younger.
Oh the wonderful memories. How Odin and her parents used to bicker seemingly to the death while Thor, Loki, and her played. How Loki used to tug on her hair, how she used to give the two piggy-back-rides, ultimately ending in her getting a slap from Odin, and a kick in the gut from her father. Wincing slightly, she still smiled, having missed Thor so very much over the past bunch of years.
