Prompt Post No. 2
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Thor did not intend to get involved. He knew his father watched him for the same dissent he accused Loki of, and Thor didn’t dare bring any further displeasure down on Loki when his brother was struggling so much already. There was little he could do to make it easier, though what there was to be done he readily took off Loki’s hands without ever mentioning it. His brother never noticed; it showed how tired he was that such a clumsy deceit could fool him.
It started with apples. Loki forgot them sometimes when he visited Sleipnir- he didn’t mean to but giving the appearance of functioning normally took more energy than he really had to spare- and the foal was disappointed, even if he tried to hide it because he hated making his mother feel bad. So Thor made a point of strategically positioning fruit bowls all over the palace so it was impossible for Loki to forget (Iðunn had been a great help there: she found it all rather funny). The few times it didn’t work, he’d actually hand his weary brother an apple, accompanied by a cautious offer to help. Loki took the apples, but never the offer.
He also took to minding the stables whenever Loki sat within with Sleipnir. Thor feared for what his father might do if he discovered the time Loki still spent with his son, though he could not put a name to what it was he feared. It seemed so unnatural to think ill of the good man his father was, but his actions so far had done him little credit. So Thor kept watch and when Loki fell asleep- something that had moved from occurring often to always- he wished Sleipnir goodnight and carried Loki to bed.
Inevitably there came a night where his brother dozed off against his son, an unread book open in his lap. Sleipnir didn’t move, but looked expectantly at the door until Thor had to reveal himself. The colt- he grew so fast foal didn’t seem very accurate anymore- made his point clear without the need for words, a talent he’d cultivated since his first stumbling hours on his new legs.
“Ok,” Thor acquiesced and somehow extracted the book without waking Loki up, “but just this once. Bed straight after.”
These nights went on for years.
(Thor tried not to sit next to Sleipnir when he read. His nephew had an unfortunate tendency to chew his hair. He lost a fair amount to the colt’s enthusiastic tugging.)
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Great chapter once again!
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Wonderful fic--loving muchly!
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Tis is such a sweet coil of sad and happy it makes me all cuddly and fluffy^_^
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