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Loki looked up in annoyance when the door slammed open and Thor, dusty but beaming, rushed in.
“Loki, Loki, you have to come watch.”
Loki looked pointedly down at his book, before glaring up at Thor. “Why? I’m busy.”
“I learned something new. Please, brother, come watch.”
Loki glared again, this time at the hammer hanging heavily from his brother’s hand. Ever since Thor was given Mjolnir, he’d been learning to use it to channel his own innate power – to the point that the hammer, much more magical than most weapons, had taken on some of Thor’s power and now amplified it.
“I’ve no mood for being drenched today, Thor. Ask someone else.”
Thor laughed. “There’s no rain involved. Please, Loki. Do I ever complain when you wish for me to watch something you’ve learned?”
“Frequently. At length.”
Thor sank down to his haunches and looked beseechingly up at Loki. “Do I ever not do it?”
Loki sighed in defeat. “No”, he admitted. “And unless you’ve learned how to feign interest while letting your mind wander, you also pay attention.”
Thor stood up again. “Quite! So, will you come? I came to you first; I could not show anyone else first.”
Loki smiled a little at the pronouncement. He put the braided leather strap he used for a bookmark between the pages, and stood from his chair. “Fine. Make it worth my while, won’t you?”
Thor grinned and put a dusty arm around him. Loki grimaced a little as his previously clean clothing got dirt on it.
“Have no worries, little brother,” Thor said, oblivious to Loki’s annoyance. “It will be worth it.”
Loki remained skeptical as they made their way outside. He remained skeptical as Thor bid him to stand some distance away, and his skepticism only grew as Thor began to spin the hammer.
It disappeared as Thor flung the hammer skywards – and himself with it.
Loki stared in sheer befuddlement at the place where Thor had been seconds ago, before staring up at his brother in the sky. “Thor…you’re flying!” he exclaimed.
“Technically,” Thor corrected, pitching his voice to carry all the way down, “I’m not flying. I simply flung the hammer and held on to it, and now I am using the circular motion to keep me aloft.”
Loki kept staring at him. “How…?” he asked.
“The hammer is extremely heavy – heavier than me,” Thor shouted down. “Lifting it takes a…knack, so to speak. I’m simply using its momentum to lift me.” He began descending. About a foot above the ground, he let himself down – and stumbled. Loki caught him before he hit the ground.
Thor grinned. “I still have to work on the landings,” he admitted.
“You are using sheer momentum to fly,” Loki said carefully, tasting the outlandish idea on his tongue even as he said it.
“I also have to calculate for wind, angles, distance and if I’m carrying anything,” Thor said, “but yes. I’m using momentum to fly.” He waved his hand negligently, dismissing the clouds that had begun gathering. “I must practice not calling rain while I’m doing it, though.”
Loki blinked at him. Took a step back and looked his brother over, blinked again. “Well,” he said. “That is…almost approaching clever.”
Thor grinned and made a mock bow. “Why, thank you kindly, Prince Loki. Your praise fills me with untellable joy.”
Loki had to smirk. “Oh, quiet, you,” he said, swatting at Thor. Thor simply grinned again.
“Would you care to be my first passenger?” he offered.
Loki blinked. “Fly with you?”
“Afraid I’ll drop you?”
“Of course not.” Loki bit his lip, considering. “Why?”
Thor…Thor actually shuffled his feet. “Well…I thought perhaps…” He sighed, then plowed ahead. “I wish to share it with someone.”
“And…again, you thought of me first.”
Thor blinked. “Well, yes.”
Loki looked up at the (now) cloudless sky. He looked out at the summer-green environment. He thought of the clear, cool stream in a secluded place on the road to Trudvang.
He smiled.
“Let me down before you try your so-called landings, will you?” he asked.
Thor’s face split into his widest grin that day.