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liesmith-loki:

thundering-god:

liesmith-loki:

Loki’s smile was so fleeting, if Thor was not looking, he would miss it entirely. 

"Of course," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.  "I only ever did those things to forward my own purposes.  That is what is said of me, is it not?"

"Probably," Thor replied, unwilling to argue that point one way or another.  "Can you really claim to be surprised?  And if it’s any help, I am not one of those that say such things."

"Never, Thor?" Loki said softly, and bizarrely, there was no edge to his voice.  He looked suddenly weary, knees tucked up against his chest, curled into the corner of the couch like a cornered cat.

He was watching Loki sympathetically, and stayed by the kitchen doorway instead of approaching or wandering around the room.  ”Not to my memory.  Never.”

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Das Gespräch

liesmith-loki:

thundering-god:

liesmith-loki:

Loki’s jaw tightened and he looked away, breathing coming fast for a moment.

"…I’ve done my best to kill you more than once," he said, his tone so harsh that one had to wonder whom it was he was trying to convince.

Thor nodded, “You have.  And I will not forget it— just as I won’t forget the times you’ve helped or saved me.” 

Loki’s smile was so fleeting, if Thor was not looking, he would miss it entirely. 
"Of course," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.  "I only ever did those things to forward my own purposes.  That is what is said of me, is it not?"

"Probably," Thor replied, unwilling to argue that point one way or another.  "Can you really claim to be surprised?  And if it’s any help, I am not one of those that say such things."

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Das Gespräch

liesmith-loki:

thundering-god:

liesmith-loki:

Loki made an abrupt gesture as Thor spoke, as if to cut his brother off—but Thor didn’t give him a chance to speak.  The trip to the kitchen to discard the bottle, however, did prevent Thor from seeing Loki physically wilt, drawing himself in like a wounded animal, his face for a moment very young, very vulnerable and very very lost. 

He had regained his composure by the time Thor returned, and he cleared his throat.
"I suppose neither of us know what it is, do we." He said, so softly that Thor almost couldn’t hear the words.  "My true nature."

The God of Thunder again gave his brother a considering look.  ”You will likely always find new ways to surprise me— to trick me.  And up until now, I thought that was the key— that if you just couldn’t slip one past me, I would have you figured out.  But you always will, Loki.  You always have.  Not,” he raised his finger, chancing a small smile, “that I will sit back and allow you to.  But you will.  It’s your nature.”

He leaned back slightly against the wall.  ”And even when these tricks end in a blow from the Destroyer, or with me in a glass cage hurtling toward the earth, I wonder what Loki would do if the brother he so despises didn’t manage to stand up again.”

Loki’s jaw tightened and he looked away, breathing coming fast for a moment.
"…I’ve done my best to kill you more than once," he said, his tone so harsh that one had to wonder whom it was he was trying to convince.

Thor nodded, “You have.  And I will not forget it— just as I won’t forget the times you’ve helped or saved me.” 

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liesmith-loki:

thundering-god:

liesmith-loki:

"Perhaps," Loki said darkly.  "If I ever arrive at one, and if I feel like saying a damn word to you."

Thor gave Loki a long considering look, fiddling with the beer bottle in his large fingers.  At one time, his temper would have flared at the words; but that was when he was still a boy, though he’d thought himself a man.  He knew better now, and though the words stung, they no longer sparked anything akin to anger inside him.

"I wonder, brother," He murmured, "Whether I have not apologized to you enough for all the slights of our youth; whether I haven’t tried hard enough to undo the long shadow I cast over you, or if I haven’t said the right things.  I know you won’t tell me," he continued, "Which one it is, or if, indeed, it’s none of those things at all— if instead  it’s simply easier to speak to me with scorn than affection, and easier to pin me with all of the hurt done to you."

He stood, walking his bottle to the kitchen and depositing it into the trash as he continued, not willing to let Loki respond with a scathing or derailing remark.  ”All I really know is what you’ve taught me, which is that while your love for chaos is threatening to consume you, the brother I know is not entirely lost.  I know that while I cannot trust you to always work for my favor, I can count on you to be true to your own nature.”  He tilted his head a little at Loki, crossing his arms over his chest.  ”Whatever that may be, exactly.”

Loki made an abrupt gesture as Thor spoke, as if to cut his brother off—but Thor didn’t give him a chance to speak.  The trip to the kitchen to discard the bottle, however, did prevent Thor from seeing Loki physically wilt, drawing himself in like a wounded animal, his face for a moment very young, very vulnerable and very very lost. 
He had regained his composure by the time Thor returned, and he cleared his throat.
"I suppose neither of us know what it is, do we." He said, so softly that Thor almost couldn’t hear the words.  "My true nature."

The God of Thunder again gave his brother a considering look.  ”You will likely always find new ways to surprise me— to trick me.  And up until now, I thought that was the key— that if you just couldn’t slip one past me, I would have you figured out.  But you always will, Loki.  You always have.  Not,” he raised his finger, chancing a small smile, “that I will sit back and allow you to.  But you will.  It’s your nature.”

He leaned back slightly against the wall.  ”And even when these tricks end in a blow from the Destroyer, or with me in a glass cage hurtling toward the earth, I wonder what Loki would do if the brother he so despises didn’t manage to stand up again.”

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Das Gespräch

liesmith-loki:

thundering-god:

"Well," Thor murmured, "When you’ve reached a conclusion, I’d very much like to hear it."  He’d turned his gaze forward, taking the last swallow of his beer.

"Perhaps," Loki said darkly.  "If I ever arrive at one, and if I feel like saying a damn word to you."

Thor gave Loki a long considering look, fiddling with the beer bottle in his large fingers.  At one time, his temper would have flared at the words; but that was when he was still a boy, though he’d thought himself a man.  He knew better now, and though the words stung, they no longer sparked anything akin to anger inside him.

"I wonder, brother," He murmured, "Whether I have not apologized to you enough for all the slights of our youth; whether I haven’t tried hard enough to undo the long shadow I cast over you, or if I haven’t said the right things.  I know you won’t tell me," he continued, "Which one it is, or if, indeed, it’s none of those things at all— if instead  it’s simply easier to speak to me with scorn than affection, and easier to pin me with all of the hurt done to you."

He stood, walking his bottle to the kitchen and depositing it into the trash as he continued, not willing to let Loki respond with a scathing or derailing remark.  ”All I really know is what you’ve taught me, which is that while your love for chaos is threatening to consume you, the brother I know is not entirely lost.  I know that while I cannot trust you to always work for my favor, I can count on you to be true to your own nature.”  He tilted his head a little at Loki, crossing his arms over his chest.  ”Whatever that may be, exactly.”

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