Round 10

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Fill: 5 Crimes in the Name of Brotherhood and 1 Punishment that Stuck

[anonymous]

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#1 - Petty Theft

Thor loves his baby brother very much indeed - not only because he’s adorable, but because he’s a good look out.

If only Thor could persuade him to leave the blanket in his crib… He feels important explorers shouldn’t be carrying around fluffy green blankets on their adventures.

“We’re just going to the kitchens,” says Loki, around his mouthful of blanket which he has staunchly refused to leave. He gives Thor that look that makes him feel very stupid indeed and then holds out his little pudgy hand. Thor takes it, because Loki’s too small to keep up on his own and he won’t abandon his little brother.

They sneak to the kitchens, huddling behind curtains and drapes as people approach, giggling nervously as footsteps tramp past. No one notices them, because they’re clearly amazing at being stealthy and not at all because it’s easier to just ignore the little royal terrors, until they get into the kitchen and not even Thor attempting to drag Loki into a cupboard saves them from being spotted by a cook.

“And what do our little princes want?” she coos, leaning down over them, all roundness and floury apron. Loki shrinks into Thor’s shadow, raising his blanket to his mouth and chewing on it nervously. Thor’s ready to be brave and keep his baby brother safe when Loki pipes up beside him.

“We wanted some milk,” he says, voice muffled around his blanket. “Can we have some milk, please?” He’s using that sickly sweet babyish tone that Mother tells him off for and Thor realises his brother’s up to something.

The cook coos again and flutters off immediately. Thor stares after her for a second, stupidly, until Loki gives him a quick push and points at the high counters. Up there, somewhere, are the big jars filled with biscuits and treats and honeyed goodies. There’s a stool sitting up one of them, and Thor scrambles up it, crawls along the counter and heaves one of the lids open. It’s full of deliciously spiced biscuits and he fills his pockets quickly.

With a small grunt of effort, Loki throws his blanket up onto the counter by Thor. It takes him a second to work out Loki’s plan and he giggles with delight as he piles a heavy selection of the treats from the other jars into the centre of the blanket before handing it back down to Loki and jumping off the counter. The cook returns with two big cups filled to the brim with milk, just as the pair of them arrange themselves back into a picture of innocence, the blanket straining Loki’s arms.

“I’ll take them,” says Thor, puffing his chest up importantly. “I’ll carry them ‘specially carefully.”

(They enjoy their spoils for the rest of the day, until neither of them can even manage the thought of dinner and Loki has to go to bed early with a stomach ache. Nothing touches their shared triumph though, even when Thor accidentally squeezes Loki goodnight too tightly and the whole thing repeats on them, as it were.)