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gloriously_purposedIt wasn't a common occurrence.
It wasn't something he should be proud of, even though there was a sense of accomplishment that made him stand a little taller every time the memory hit him. But how could he fight it? The whole realm looked at Asgard's crown prince and desired him in way one or the other. Odin's first born embodied everything men wanted to be or possess, maybe both.
And Loki was no different.
It had started innocently enough, with playful, at times inebriated games. The perfect excuse for them to have their hands all over each other. Sometimes they would talk with playful nostalgia about the days when Loki was about the size of the horns on his helmet, back when thunders and storms frightened him and there was few places that felt as safe as Thor's bed.
The teasing got on his nerves, but his brother's loving touch and an open invitation to slip into his bed, for old times sake, made things more than just bearable. Oh, how he despised him at times. So cocky, so quick to make his little brother's heart skip a beat ever so painfully. He adored Thor, like everyone else. He loved him like their parents did , as if the sun only shone on him and nobody else. It was almost worth it. He loved him, perhaps even more, painfully so.
Unnable to sleep most of the night, still covered in sweat as a reminder of how his brother had giving him a fraction of the love he spread among maids all over the Nine Realms, Loki shifted under the shared furs. His brother and future king slept ever so peacefully and for a few more hours he would remain Loki's and nobody else's.
Lightly touching every muscle and stealing soft kisses, Loki fought to remain awake. But eventually sleep always caught up with him, time would steal his brother away.
He had no idea of how time was planning to bring Thor back to him. He had no idea of which Thor he would be waking up next to.
It wasn't something he should be proud of, even though there was a sense of accomplishment that made him stand a little taller every time the memory hit him. But how could he fight it? The whole realm looked at Asgard's crown prince and desired him in way one or the other. Odin's first born embodied everything men wanted to be or possess, maybe both.
And Loki was no different.
It had started innocently enough, with playful, at times inebriated games. The perfect excuse for them to have their hands all over each other. Sometimes they would talk with playful nostalgia about the days when Loki was about the size of the horns on his helmet, back when thunders and storms frightened him and there was few places that felt as safe as Thor's bed.
The teasing got on his nerves, but his brother's loving touch and an open invitation to slip into his bed, for old times sake, made things more than just bearable. Oh, how he despised him at times. So cocky, so quick to make his little brother's heart skip a beat ever so painfully. He adored Thor, like everyone else. He loved him like their parents did , as if the sun only shone on him and nobody else. It was almost worth it. He loved him, perhaps even more, painfully so.
Unnable to sleep most of the night, still covered in sweat as a reminder of how his brother had giving him a fraction of the love he spread among maids all over the Nine Realms, Loki shifted under the shared furs. His brother and future king slept ever so peacefully and for a few more hours he would remain Loki's and nobody else's.
Lightly touching every muscle and stealing soft kisses, Loki fought to remain awake. But eventually sleep always caught up with him, time would steal his brother away.
He had no idea of how time was planning to bring Thor back to him. He had no idea of which Thor he would be waking up next to.
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Date: 2021-09-02 12:43 pm (UTC)He felt disoriented, dizzy, and mildly ill. Just a moment ago, he and Quill were hot on the trail of a mysterious sorcerer, and then...
Where was he?
It only took a few moments for Thor to realize that something was very, very wrong. First, he noticed how both of his eyes felt comfortably like his own. Then, he took in the familiar sight of his old quarters on Asgard. The final observation that made him believe he could be dreaming was the sight of Loki in bed beside him.
That Loki appeared far less burdened by the trials of the past years, as though they hadn't hit him yet. Thor, however, was primarily concerned with how fantastically real each breath he took felt, and shortly thereafter how his mind began to practically overflow with information. He gripped the side of his head and grit his teeth hard. Older memories were thrust forward and immediately began to feel more recent, though they did not erase the newer ones.
Memories of battles, feasts, conversations and the like that were long since past seemed new once more. He saw the smiling faces of his friends, the warmth of lovers, and the love of his family.
Barely any time passed between Thor jolting awake to his mind forcibly readjusting to his 'new now,' but to him it felt far longer.
No, this couldn't be a dream after all. Not with the fierce ache in his head and the ever stronger feeling that he really was here. Back in Asgard. Even though this shared almost no qualities with his recent but brief experience with time travel. Not that Thor could think properly yet. If he could, he would have said something to the very-much-alive brother beside him.
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Date: 2021-09-02 09:52 pm (UTC)"Thor? Thor, was it the matter?"
What time was it? Did they forget their presence was expected somewhere? Had someone... Walked in and caught them sharing a bed, nude in their sleep?
... They'd never hear the end of it.
"Thor," with a little urgency on his voice, Loki sat up on bed, the lush furs slipping down his naked body and pooling around his waist. Nobody eles was in his brother's bedchambers, he noticed as he scanned the room with his gaze. Reaching out, a hand came to Thor's back, hoping to calm him down. He knew, had learned the hard way, that he ought to be careful in case his brother was emulating Odin's short temper.
"Are you alright? What disturbed your rest?"
Leaning in he pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder.
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Date: 2021-09-02 11:25 pm (UTC)Loki was touching him without a knife behind his back. He was kissing him. And that was because... yes, he remembered. This time in his life felt like a century past, but it wasn't nearly that long.
Thor could only stare at him, rendered silent as he tried to comprehend what was happening. The two sets of memories gave him an uncomfortable duel expectation about reality and the order of events. Loki was dead. But he also wasn't. He was on Asgard, but Asgard was also gone.
Without consciously realizing it, his muscles tensed and his hands began to shake. What torture could be crueler than not only sending him into the past, but leaving him aware of what was to come? To lose everything once left him in ruins. To go through that again would be too much for him to possibly handle.
"Loki..." And just like that, this reality snapped into sharper focus after he uttered his brother's name. Thor wasn't the same man he was years ago, and after so much tragedy his heart was heavily scarred after having broken altogether. Now he felt that fragile healing tear apart, and there was nothing to be done but wrap his arms tightly around Loki and hug him close. He buried his face against his brother's neck, felt his solid presence against his own body, and only barely muffled a heart-rending sob into his skin.
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Date: 2021-09-03 04:07 am (UTC)Loki's lips parted and for once, he found himself speechless. Was Thor shaking too? The youngest of the brothers could do little but shake his head in clear confusion.
But then, the corner of his lips quipped up in a nervous smile. "Are you jesting? Brother, you more than anyone know how I deeply appreciate a good sense of humour and the occassional mischief," and understatement, "But you are starting to concern me and--"
Loki couldn't even finish sharing those thoughts.
Before he knew it Thor had captured him in his arms in a hold even tighter than he had as passion drove their actions merely some hours ago. His brother didn't give him enough time to ask for what felt like the millionth time if he was doing alright. His sobbing, however, answered for him.
"Brother, what's the matter?" Now Loki's voice showed far more urgency as he wrapped his own arms around Thor's body, rubbing at his back in a poor attempt at giving him comfort. "You are frightening me."
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Date: 2021-09-04 01:32 pm (UTC)And then, as he was holding onto Loki as if afraid he would vanish, a new realization hit. If he was the only one who knew, then his behavior would be seen as incredibly strange. It was no wonder that Loki was confused and frightened. Even so, the prospect of being forced to act like his old self and pretend nothing happened- or would happen- was impossible. He simply would not be able to do it.
Thor would allow himself the comfort of Loki's bare skin against his own, his hand offering a gentle touch that felt both foreign and familiar.
He knew that each second he failed to respond was another second added to his brother's worry. Still, even with old memories rapidly returning, some of them were... not quite right. What could that mean? He recalled talk of alternate realities, but was in no mood to contemplate the matter so deeply. What he did need to know was what to expect in the coming days.
"I... I did not mean-" Reluctantly, Thor released Loki from the crushing hug, but did not stop staring at him. This was a time before any serious betrayal. He hardly dared speak too loudly, as if worried his voice could shatter the current peace between them.
"I saw, ah. Visions, or prophecies. Years of... loss in one dream." Even as he tried to add a few more details, he was unable to form the words. His head swam and he thought he might black out. That possibility was enough to keep his explanation vague, as he already feared losing what he had once again before him.
"My senses are hazy." He felt rather helpless, and it most definitely showed through his tone and expressions. Thor was always a bad liar. Loki would see right through him, but he feared saying more.
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Date: 2021-09-05 02:03 am (UTC)Not that there was much he could do when his brother was clinging to him in an iron-like embrance, but the young prince listened instead of shoving his comfort down Thor's throat. It was one of his strenghts, after all, listening and learning instead of throwing himself right into action. Rubbing his back and giveing Thor time to ease his worries away, he offered soft words of encouragement every once in a while.
Because like Ragnarok will come one day, everything must come to an end and Loki knew that even that hug would soon be no more. Thor's silence would too.
And he wasn't wrong. Distressed as he was, Thor eventually pulled back and attempted to explain that which he carried with a heavy heart. "Prophetic dreams?" Those were not his forte, even though he had a very basic idea of how different methods of divination worked. "Should we speak to Mother?" Daughter of witches, the queen of Asgard was not one to delve into that sort of practice unless war was ahead. She knew of what a double-edged sword is, knowing he future of those we love can be. "If anyone can understand the language of visions and prophecies that is Mother."
Loki's hand came to Thor's face instead, cupping his cheek, his thumb stroking it in an affectionate gesture. "Are you certain these were visions, brother? I don't doubt your judgement, but bad dreams can be deceiving. Why don't we lay down for now? A little longer." Leaning in, he pressed his lips to Thor's in a chaste, loving kiss. "Allow me to look after you."