#thanny

Loki and Thanos Tsum Tsum pins.

Urianger raps Thancred on the head with his knuckles, not hard but not gentle, and then kneels to pull him into a hug. “It’s alright,” he says. “Well– it’s not, because you went and got yourself in a great deal of trouble when my back was turned and got hurt doing it, but even though I’m annoyed at you, I’m just glad you’re alright.” He tells him. “I’m not angry, and you’re only in a little trouble.”

A pause. “Which means I may heal your ankle for you, but you’re going to have to live with the stench ‘til it wears off on its own,” he says sternly. “And if I hear you’ve run off to fight hunt marks without telling me again, you aren’t going to be leaving this building for a few days. Are we clear?”

Thancred yelps as his head is rapped, hand coming up to rub at it as he watches Urianger with wide eyes. When he’s hugged, he stiffens, then wiggles into it with a sigh. “Alrigh’,” he says, and there’s a tremble in his voice that he can’t quite hide, as thrown off-kilter as he is by the mixture of discipline and affection that he’s not at all used to. “What about if I find out ‘ow t’ remove it on m’ own?” He asks thoughtfully, deciding he may as well cover all of his bases. He doubts he’ll be able to work it out on his own - though he’s sure Urianger knows a secret to it - but just in case he does, it will be good to know if he’s allowed to make the attempt to fix it should he stumble across the method.