#v-immigrant

It was rare that the Glaives interacted with the Crownsguard, for they even had separate training grounds. However, at the end of the day Loqi mistakenly bumped into one in the hallway and instantly growled once he saw it was someone tall. Anyone even close to six foot was enough to get him angry for merely existing, Gladio was practically a giant. 

Not once could Loqi remember actually raising his voice at Prompto over the years. He had stepped up to take care of him when their adopted parents were frequently absent, but had also been like any other typical big brother and picked on him occasionally with a few surprise nerf darts to the face.

When Prompto set his heart on befriended the Prince at school he had mixed feelings, but decided not to get in the way since it seemed he was finally getting his act together. Besides it might also give him information that he could quietly pass onto the empire. When he graduated high school he joined the Kingsglaive only under orders from the Empire, as he would forever be their loyal spy and soldier so Prompto could have a quiet and ordinary life. He never thought that a few years later he would hear word through the grapevine that Prompto was joining the Crownsguard now that he too was an adult. 

There had been no happy greeting that evening when Loqi came home. After loudly barging open the door and throwing his coat over the couch he roughly grabbed his little brother by the front of his shirt and pulled him close. Seeing him already in his Crownsguard clothes made him sick.

“The hell is this about Prompto?! Answer me!”

Even as a young teen Loqi had gotten used to stepping up and caring for his little brother as needed. Their adopted parents were around less and less over the years thanks to their jobs and while it was understandable he couldn’t say that he liked them all that much for it.

In the morning he made sure Prompto got up and ready for school and had his lunch money, and at night he helped his little brother with homework and made sure they both had a proper meal. There were times of course when he was needed to gather and report intel for Niflheim, but always lied and told Prompto he was out studying with friends. Other than hiding the barcode Prompto was utterly clueless about their deep ties to the enemy nation and damn it all it was going to stay that way.

 “Prompto...What did you do?”

He had come home later than expected again, but the last thing he expected was to be greeted by a small white puppy yipping at him as soon as he walked into the door. 

“You can’t go around letting strays in.”

As frustrated as it could be at times Loqi was willing to step up and take responsibility as the older brother. Their adopted parents were almost always working, which ended up making them neglect both boys. Often Loqi grumbled why they wanted to be parents in the first place, but he always reminded himself that this life was still very much favorable than growing up in Niflheim. 

Being old enough to safety cook and have the basics mastered he went to work making bacon and eggs for the both of them in the morning, having the table set before poking his head into Prompto’s room. 

Prompto had chosen to join the Crownsguard. Loqi, of course, was less than pleased with the idea, and after arguing with his little brother about it he had stormed off in a huff in an attempt to go bargain with his superiors to assure Prompto’s safety. Instead, he had been hauled back to Niflheim without hesitation or more specifically been sent back to his father’s lab for another round of conditioning to make sure he remained obedient and loyal to the Empire.