He made me laugh like no one else alive. His charm, his cleverness…We hunted together, as boys. I was never happier.
That’s the thing about how Marvel changed Norse mythology. You just cannot really imagine a time where Thor would be able to accept that Loki must endure eternal torture. Thor can definitely get pissed at his brother. Definitely think Loki is a devious shit that needs to get punished. Loki can also get Thor to the point of blinded rage and anger where he would readily kill Loki. But eternal torture gives Thor too long to cool off, too long to stop being angry, and when that happens Thor could ever abide the idea that Loki was in constant pain. He’d have to intervene. Unlike Norse Mythology Thor who probably would have had a good laugh because damn that dude was trouble.
”Tell me a story,” Thor says, voice heavy like he’s holding smoke in his mouth.
He rolls over on the bedding, half-drunk still.
Loki is sitting on the window sill, bathed in moonlight, sharp echoes of light cutting across his body.
Thor’s breath catches. This is the first time. They are in their thirteenth summer. They are getting to know each other in other ways, ways that are not always innocent.
Ways that are sometimes ugly.
“I don’t know any stories,” Loki says.
Loki turns from the window to watch him, annoyed.
Annoyed because Thor is drunk. Annoyed because Thor drank with the Warriors Three and not him. Annoyed because he’s worried Thor will get caught. Perhaps none of these things. Perhaps all of them.
Thor stretches a hand out and beckons to him, limbs loose.
And Loki comes.
When he gets within arm’s reach, Thor grabs his wrist and tugs him closer, trying to pull Loki onto the bed with him.