Steal my thunder. [The repetition is only amused, for he thinks of his sister trying to wield Mjölnir. His attention slips from her to his hair in full and only returns when her slight weight shifts the bed. With a sigh and a squeeze of those slim fingers, Thor lets his hands fall to his lap. There were drawbacks to the tub when one was not particularly using it to clean.
He watches the flames dance and jump across the logs, cracking softly. They'd need more wood soon, or they'd have to keep each other warm. A murmur of the still-ongoing banquet can be heard through stone and window when their voices fall quiet.]
Have you ever thought about the throne, sister? [Thor's voice is contemplative, but not the indrawn thing of earlier.] About ruling next to me?
[He would never ask such a thing if they were anywhere other than where they were. Loki has, for the time being, soothed Thor's bleeding soul and in doing so, she's also wrapped him momentarily tight around her clever fingers. Dawn would see such soft thoughts banished once again.]
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He watches the flames dance and jump across the logs, cracking softly. They'd need more wood soon, or they'd have to keep each other warm. A murmur of the still-ongoing banquet can be heard through stone and window when their voices fall quiet.]
Have you ever thought about the throne, sister? [Thor's voice is contemplative, but not the indrawn thing of earlier.] About ruling next to me?
[He would never ask such a thing if they were anywhere other than where they were. Loki has, for the time being, soothed Thor's bleeding soul and in doing so, she's also wrapped him momentarily tight around her clever fingers. Dawn would see such soft thoughts banished once again.]