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The God of Mischief watches the openness of deep dark space through the window of the foreign aircraft, or better known as the temporary home of the Asgardians.
His face is neutral with his arms crossed over each other tight.
Thoughts slowly begin to morph into the memory of his most recent, and arguably most climatic, battle he has ever endured.
To think the fate wanted him and his people —
He shakes his head as his eyebrows furrows in slight irritation.
“What ails you, brother?”
The youngest Prince’s eyebrows furrows even more.
“You walked in the room, that’s what.”
“But this is my bedchambers.”
The rebuttal causes Loki to look up at his older brother, the latter replies with a teasing smile as he munches on a fruit.
“Whatever.”
The brothers stand next to each other and watch the distant stars and galaxies twinkle as little white dots. The hums of the ongoing engines and air circulation is the only thing that can be heard.
Complex can be used to describe the bond they both have with each other.
But alas, silence between the two Odinsons is never uncomfortable.
The new King of Asgard finishes the juicy fruit before turning his attention. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words comes out as he thinks of the correct words to voice his thoughts.
“Just out with it already.” Loki sighs as his sight still lay on the glass window.
Thor pouts. “What do you think about temporarily landing on Midgard?”
“Not your brightest idea.”
“Why so?”
Loki gives his brother a bored look. “I’m not exactly loved by the people on that wretched planet.”
“Nonsense! The Opeyeni loves you!”
The younger Prince eyes widen as his back straightens in shock.
“The Opeyeni?”
The words feel foreign on his tongue for he hasn’t uttered it in centuries.
“Yes! Don’t tell me you have forgotten!”
“Of course not, you twit.” Loki spats. “Nobody from the Opeyeni will recognize who I am. The generation that remembers me is long dead, you know, Midgardians and their horrendously short lifespans.”
“Do not be so negative. Stories of interesting characters and their great tales always get passed down.” Thor pats his brother’s shoulders as a chuckle escapes his chest.
“And you, Loki, are one interesting character!”
The jest earns the King a huff of a laugh, causing him to return one of his big charismatic grin.
“Of course! How can I be forgotten when I, Loki: Prince and rightful King of Asgard — “
Thor rolls his eyes as the younger Prince smiles humorously.
“ — Lead a team of young, brave, and compassionate men to victory during Uimodo over the —“
There is a noticeable pause before he continues.
“ — Didaza and her little brats! Of course that is a tale that would get told for centuries to come!”
Thor smirks. “Not to mention your little nickname. What was it again? Neo something — “
He gives his younger brother a knowing look he scratches his head, pretending to wrack his brain over the pronunciation.
Loki rolls his eyes at the reminder of the childish title.
“Nyokufi.”
Thor howls with laughter as he rests a hand on his brother’s shoulder, causing the latter to dust the contact off.
“Alright Gazkufi, enough before you pop a lung.”
“My apologies brother, the little demon had a knack for jests.”
“She did, didn’t she?”
“As well as the Witch.”
Thor waits for a response. When none comes, he looks over at his brother with a concerned look. “Loki — “
“I am fine, Thor. It has been centuries.”
“I think that is the problem. Maybe if she was here you wouldn’t have tried to banish me and rule over Midgard.”
“Are you saying that my endeavors of trying to kill you were essentially a tantrum over my lost lover?”
“More or less.”
Loki scoffs but says nothing.
Thor takes it as a victory on his part. He looks over his younger brother with a teasing smile and immediately regrets bringing the subject up. The cocky trickster’s posture has lessened a bit, making him look tired and small.
And longing.
“Maybe she is on Midgard.” The King perks.
“Impossible. If she was near then she would’ve contacted me.”
“How, Loki? Need I remind you that you were in prison before playing dress-up as Father?”
The Prince holds his chin as he thinks. A smirk appears on his face, the only indication that what Thor says may be true.
“Now look what you did.”
Thor tilts his head.
“You’ve gone and got my hopes up.”
The King brings his little brother close as the room shakes with his booming laughs. Loki tries to push away as he snarls, but all attempts are futile against the Mighty Thor.
“That is more like it! This is a new beginning for Asgard and it’s people, the possibilities are absolutely endless!”
“Right. Get off of me now.”
Thor returns to his original positions as chuckles erupts from his body.
“Everything is going to be fine.”
Both sights return to the endless space that is beyond the glass, only to disrupted by a rising obstacle.
The Odinsons’ heads raise to drink in the gigantic ship that blocks the path to their destination.
Thor’s eyebrows furrow in absolute confusion.
Loki’s face is filled with fear as his stomach drops with a familiar dread.
“Um, guys.”
The duo looks around to see Dr. Bruce Banner breathing heavily.
“We got company.”