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It was not unusual for Thor’s voice to be the first thing Loki heard most mornings. However, ever since they’d been old enough to merit being given their own rooms, Loki usually had some forewarning as Thor’s voice carried through the hall before he burst into Loki’s rooms insisting he greet the day.
This morning there had been no warning. Or if there had been, Loki had been too tired from his late night reading and had not noticed until Thor announced his presence by throwing back the drapes and remarking on the beautiful sunlight. Like a very large, very loud rooster.
Loki did his best to ignore him for several moments, but Thor was not giving up in his endeavor to get Loki to join him on some trip, and Loki was now more awake than he would prefer and trying to pretend otherwise.
Thor shook Loki’s shoulder, “Come on, Loki! I must journey - it’s in my name!”
Loki flapped his arm out tiredly, in an attempt to shake Thor’s hand off, “It is not.”
“It is! The R stands for ride.”
Loki scoffed, eyes still closed.
Thor shook him again.
“Well if you spell it out, water is supposedly in my name, but you don’t see me spending all day in it,” Loki replied, voice rough with sleep.
“You do take very long baths though.” Thor plopped down on the bed next to his brother, ignoring Loki’s attempts to push him off.
Loki gave up and pressed his face into the pillow. “Fire is in my name,” he murmured, voice muffled, “and I’ve yet to commit arson.”
Thor laughed, “It is only a matter of time!” He bounced in place, “Come now, Loki, just because you don’t care to live up to your name doesn’t mean I should not!”
“Whatever happened to the Warriors Three?” Loki yawned. “You said they agreed to let you join them.”
“They did…” Thor tapped the heal of his foot against the ground. He had found that he didn’t much enjoy being the young, inexperienced prince in a group of seasoned adventurers. “It is not the same without you, Loki. And besides, they have not your gifts. What if we ran into trouble?”
Loki huffed another sleepy sigh, pulling his blanket higher. They both knew his magic was far from combat-ready; it was why he’d been studying so much lately.
Thor poked his side. “You would deprive me of my right hand man on such a perilous quest?”
The comment hung in the air for a minute before Loki let out a long aggravated, hissing groan.
Thor grinned.
Loki rubbed his hands over his face and pushed himself up into a sitting position. “You’re already living up to your name, thorn-in-my-side.”
Thor snickered triumphantly and then hurried to stand before Loki could push him onto the floor.