I Travel Worlds With You -- Chapter 1
Fandom: Thor (Marvel)
Characters: Loki, Thor, Odin
Pairings: Thor/Loki (brotherly love)
Setting: Post-Avengers, in Loki's chambers
Co-Writer: daimeryan_rei
The chamber doors are locked. At first, Loki doesn’t care. He returns from Midgard exhausted, and falls into a sleep so deep as to resemble enchantment. Everything is gone from his mind, the Chitauri, the mindless green brute who subdued him, his brother, who took him back to Asgard after it was all over. Loki sleeps. He rebuilds his energy.
When he wakes, he doesn’t go to the door. Why bother, he thinks? No one would be fool enough to ignore a detail that obvious. A tray of steaming food sits on the table. He eats. Again, his intent is to rebuild the energy he will need to escape. Because he is going to escape, he is sure of that. His intelligence and his arcane powers will see to it. His hunger sated for now, he pushes the tray away. He notes as it disappears, its purpose now served; oho, so the All-Father doesn’t dare actually send anyone into his chambers, he thinks.
Loki’s green eyes scan the room: Four walls, no windows... A narrow space under the door looks the most productive way to start. A wave of his hand, and he has become a lizard, small enough to go under the door. This is too easy isn’t it, he thinks? And when he is turned away by a force of some kind in the opening, he is not surprised. He is also not surprised when he is turned away from the window in bird-form, and from the cracks in the walls, in spider-form.
He chalks it up as a learning experience. It is impossible that Odin could have created a force impenetrable to his sorcery. It’s just a matter of thinking this through. He will get out. He’ll get the control he can handle, which is all the control, power over Asgard and whatever other worlds may come along on the way. A few stupid fools and their inferior magic are not going to stop him.
Sleep was also been the first thing on Thor's mind as soon as he returned from Midgard, with the Tesseract in his hands and Loki, bound and muzzled, at his side. His brother's eyes showed exhaustion. Nothing was said between the brothers even if they had been able to, and Loki was accompanied to his chambers by guards, leaving Thor all alone in the hallway. He knew it was expected of him to see his Father right away, but his knees buckled. He was going to collapse on the floor if he didn't take care of himself, and instead he went to his own chambers, stripping off his armor and taking the cold, cold bath he craved. It had taken a lot of energy out of him, and he hadn't had a moment to himself the last few days. The Avengers, the Chitauri, Loki ...Loki... he put his head into his hands and breathed a deep sigh. What was going to happen now? What was going to happen to everybody?
So the next morning, he finds himself at the door to Loki's room. He doesn't know whether Odin or Frigga has spoken to him yet, or how Loki has spent the night. Judging from his haggard appearance after being pummeled by the Hulk, he needed his rest at any rate. Thor gently knocks at the door. Should he have spoken to his Father first? He has no idea about the restrictions Loki is currently living under. Odin has to have put some kind of bonds, or magical walls around these chambers to prevent Loki from escaping. Despite being rambunctious, Thor doesn't barge into the room, but waits for Loki to give his permission. None comes. Gently, Thor brushes past the door handle and discovers it is unlatched. Again, carefully, he pushes the door open, a little bit.
"Loki?" He asks. He almost wants to say, "Are you decent, brother?" but he changes it the last moment to "Are you awake, brother?"
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A knock on the door. His brother's voice in the antechamber. Oho, Loki thinks, so the golden one has come calling has he? If Thor thinks he is going to find him defeated, he is mistaken. Slumped over the table a moment ago, the young Prince sits up straighter. He folds his hands and assumes a bland smile.
“Thor?” Typical of his brother: He comes in looking every inch the protective big brother (although he has to know they aren't brothers by now). He comes in looking like the chamber is his... Oh but yes of course, it is his, isn't it? Or it will be, and so will the whole palace, when the old man finally gives up trying to rule and passes the crown to him.
Cue the brotherly make-up music. The big one is worried, the littler one, well he must be suitably contrite, now mustn't he?
But then Loki never did do contrite very well. “You're here early, brother,” he murmurs. “Did Father send you to make sure I hadn't escaped in the night?”
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"Brother, please." Thor's voice is low, almost embarrassed-sounding. He doesn't really know how to 'handle' Loki at the moment: His brother looks sullen, annoyed. -- He must have had a restless night, Thor thinks. "I've come to check on you."
"How are your friends? And the Tesseract? Still doing fine?" It troubles Thor when Loki talks like this, with polite words and barely veiled anger. You can fight hostility, he thinks, but what can you do with politeness, except be polite back?
"The Tesseract is where it belongs," he answers vaguely. "How has your night been, brother?"
"Stop calling me that," Loki raps out, but he's not surprised when Thor doesn't even bother commenting on it but only shaking his head. His... 'brother' will never stop calling him 'brother'. "I was tired, if you must know,” he says. “I slept the entire night."
Stupidly enough, it seems to please Thor. Of course, big awesome brother was strong enough to probably not notice anything about the traveling between realms, and the weaker, little brother was tired and had to have a good night sleep.
"You'd better get back to Father and make your report.”
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“Loki, I wasn't sent here by Father. Unbidden, Thor pulls a chair out and sits down. He folds his hands on the table top. “I came on my own. I ...I wanted to talk to you, brother.”
“I should be honored.” Thor watches his brother get up. Loki crosses the room to lean on the windowsill. “One of the Avengers here,” he says, “talking to me. And I only had to get defeated and beaten within an inch of my life to get it.”
“You see before you a defeated man, Thor. Look at me. Look at this new home I have.” Loki waves a hand, encompassing the little sitting room and the door, which leads, Thor knows, into the bedroom beyond. “Is it not suitable for one in my station? So comfortable, and yet so secure. You can go back and reassure your friends that I am safely stowed away. Tell the iron-suited one, or the one with the eyepatch. They'll be pleased, I know.”
Thor clenches his fists. “Why do you do this, brother?” he says.
“Do?” Loki doesn't look at him. “What am I doing?”
“Why do you hide behind words this way?” Thor gets up. He wants to go over and shake sense into his brother, but he knows it won't do any good. Anyway, is it sense he wants, or just plain-speaking? “What is it you want, Loki?”
“I want nothing.” Loki glares. Now he's getting some anger out of him at any rate, Thor thinks. Maybe his brother will be moved to say what's really on his mind for once. “I want to get out of here,” Loki adds. “What do you think I want?”
“Sadly, I don’t know what you think.” He’s on thin ice, he knows it. But Loki is a master in using words and Thor simply isn’t as good with words as his brother is. Asking outright might set off a whole another rant, but Thor doesn’t know how else to approach Loki. He doesn’t hide behind words, he doesn’t use them to either defend or attack - and Loki has mastered the use of words to perfection. To his perfection. “I have never been able to know what really went on in your mind. Brother, please --“
“Enough of that.” Loki makes a dismissive gesture with his hands. “What more are you going to admit, Thor? That you never paid attention to me? That you think your big, brute strength is superior to my petty tricks?” He wiggles his fingers, a slight green energy flow surrounding his digits, only to die down seconds later.
“I don’t understand why you’re doing this.” Thor shakes his head again, an almost familiar movement. “Why did you let go on the Bifrost? Why did you leave us all here?”
“Oh come on.” Loki takes in a deep breath to shout. Then he lets it out with a hiss. “What did it matter to you,” he says.
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Silence. Did he push his bro.. Thor’s buttons already? For some reason, it feels a little strange to see him silent, his muscular, strong brother. Loki feels almost a disappointment ...But surely that's just because he's tired of being alone in here.
“I’ll talk to Father,” Thor finally says. “Maybe there are other quarters more suitable for you, brother.”
Characters: Loki, Thor, Odin
Pairings: Thor/Loki (brotherly love)
Setting: Post-Avengers, in Loki's chambers
Co-Writer: daimeryan_rei
The chamber doors are locked. At first, Loki doesn’t care. He returns from Midgard exhausted, and falls into a sleep so deep as to resemble enchantment. Everything is gone from his mind, the Chitauri, the mindless green brute who subdued him, his brother, who took him back to Asgard after it was all over. Loki sleeps. He rebuilds his energy.
When he wakes, he doesn’t go to the door. Why bother, he thinks? No one would be fool enough to ignore a detail that obvious. A tray of steaming food sits on the table. He eats. Again, his intent is to rebuild the energy he will need to escape. Because he is going to escape, he is sure of that. His intelligence and his arcane powers will see to it. His hunger sated for now, he pushes the tray away. He notes as it disappears, its purpose now served; oho, so the All-Father doesn’t dare actually send anyone into his chambers, he thinks.
Loki’s green eyes scan the room: Four walls, no windows... A narrow space under the door looks the most productive way to start. A wave of his hand, and he has become a lizard, small enough to go under the door. This is too easy isn’t it, he thinks? And when he is turned away by a force of some kind in the opening, he is not surprised. He is also not surprised when he is turned away from the window in bird-form, and from the cracks in the walls, in spider-form.
He chalks it up as a learning experience. It is impossible that Odin could have created a force impenetrable to his sorcery. It’s just a matter of thinking this through. He will get out. He’ll get the control he can handle, which is all the control, power over Asgard and whatever other worlds may come along on the way. A few stupid fools and their inferior magic are not going to stop him.
Sleep was also been the first thing on Thor's mind as soon as he returned from Midgard, with the Tesseract in his hands and Loki, bound and muzzled, at his side. His brother's eyes showed exhaustion. Nothing was said between the brothers even if they had been able to, and Loki was accompanied to his chambers by guards, leaving Thor all alone in the hallway. He knew it was expected of him to see his Father right away, but his knees buckled. He was going to collapse on the floor if he didn't take care of himself, and instead he went to his own chambers, stripping off his armor and taking the cold, cold bath he craved. It had taken a lot of energy out of him, and he hadn't had a moment to himself the last few days. The Avengers, the Chitauri, Loki ...Loki... he put his head into his hands and breathed a deep sigh. What was going to happen now? What was going to happen to everybody?
So the next morning, he finds himself at the door to Loki's room. He doesn't know whether Odin or Frigga has spoken to him yet, or how Loki has spent the night. Judging from his haggard appearance after being pummeled by the Hulk, he needed his rest at any rate. Thor gently knocks at the door. Should he have spoken to his Father first? He has no idea about the restrictions Loki is currently living under. Odin has to have put some kind of bonds, or magical walls around these chambers to prevent Loki from escaping. Despite being rambunctious, Thor doesn't barge into the room, but waits for Loki to give his permission. None comes. Gently, Thor brushes past the door handle and discovers it is unlatched. Again, carefully, he pushes the door open, a little bit.
"Loki?" He asks. He almost wants to say, "Are you decent, brother?" but he changes it the last moment to "Are you awake, brother?"
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A knock on the door. His brother's voice in the antechamber. Oho, Loki thinks, so the golden one has come calling has he? If Thor thinks he is going to find him defeated, he is mistaken. Slumped over the table a moment ago, the young Prince sits up straighter. He folds his hands and assumes a bland smile.
“Thor?” Typical of his brother: He comes in looking every inch the protective big brother (although he has to know they aren't brothers by now). He comes in looking like the chamber is his... Oh but yes of course, it is his, isn't it? Or it will be, and so will the whole palace, when the old man finally gives up trying to rule and passes the crown to him.
Cue the brotherly make-up music. The big one is worried, the littler one, well he must be suitably contrite, now mustn't he?
But then Loki never did do contrite very well. “You're here early, brother,” he murmurs. “Did Father send you to make sure I hadn't escaped in the night?”
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"Brother, please." Thor's voice is low, almost embarrassed-sounding. He doesn't really know how to 'handle' Loki at the moment: His brother looks sullen, annoyed. -- He must have had a restless night, Thor thinks. "I've come to check on you."
"How are your friends? And the Tesseract? Still doing fine?" It troubles Thor when Loki talks like this, with polite words and barely veiled anger. You can fight hostility, he thinks, but what can you do with politeness, except be polite back?
"The Tesseract is where it belongs," he answers vaguely. "How has your night been, brother?"
"Stop calling me that," Loki raps out, but he's not surprised when Thor doesn't even bother commenting on it but only shaking his head. His... 'brother' will never stop calling him 'brother'. "I was tired, if you must know,” he says. “I slept the entire night."
Stupidly enough, it seems to please Thor. Of course, big awesome brother was strong enough to probably not notice anything about the traveling between realms, and the weaker, little brother was tired and had to have a good night sleep.
"You'd better get back to Father and make your report.”
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“Loki, I wasn't sent here by Father. Unbidden, Thor pulls a chair out and sits down. He folds his hands on the table top. “I came on my own. I ...I wanted to talk to you, brother.”
“I should be honored.” Thor watches his brother get up. Loki crosses the room to lean on the windowsill. “One of the Avengers here,” he says, “talking to me. And I only had to get defeated and beaten within an inch of my life to get it.”
“You see before you a defeated man, Thor. Look at me. Look at this new home I have.” Loki waves a hand, encompassing the little sitting room and the door, which leads, Thor knows, into the bedroom beyond. “Is it not suitable for one in my station? So comfortable, and yet so secure. You can go back and reassure your friends that I am safely stowed away. Tell the iron-suited one, or the one with the eyepatch. They'll be pleased, I know.”
Thor clenches his fists. “Why do you do this, brother?” he says.
“Do?” Loki doesn't look at him. “What am I doing?”
“Why do you hide behind words this way?” Thor gets up. He wants to go over and shake sense into his brother, but he knows it won't do any good. Anyway, is it sense he wants, or just plain-speaking? “What is it you want, Loki?”
“I want nothing.” Loki glares. Now he's getting some anger out of him at any rate, Thor thinks. Maybe his brother will be moved to say what's really on his mind for once. “I want to get out of here,” Loki adds. “What do you think I want?”
“Sadly, I don’t know what you think.” He’s on thin ice, he knows it. But Loki is a master in using words and Thor simply isn’t as good with words as his brother is. Asking outright might set off a whole another rant, but Thor doesn’t know how else to approach Loki. He doesn’t hide behind words, he doesn’t use them to either defend or attack - and Loki has mastered the use of words to perfection. To his perfection. “I have never been able to know what really went on in your mind. Brother, please --“
“Enough of that.” Loki makes a dismissive gesture with his hands. “What more are you going to admit, Thor? That you never paid attention to me? That you think your big, brute strength is superior to my petty tricks?” He wiggles his fingers, a slight green energy flow surrounding his digits, only to die down seconds later.
“I don’t understand why you’re doing this.” Thor shakes his head again, an almost familiar movement. “Why did you let go on the Bifrost? Why did you leave us all here?”
“Oh come on.” Loki takes in a deep breath to shout. Then he lets it out with a hiss. “What did it matter to you,” he says.
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Silence. Did he push his bro.. Thor’s buttons already? For some reason, it feels a little strange to see him silent, his muscular, strong brother. Loki feels almost a disappointment ...But surely that's just because he's tired of being alone in here.
“I’ll talk to Father,” Thor finally says. “Maybe there are other quarters more suitable for you, brother.”