Could you tell Thor to stop with these thunderstorms? The scare me Loki! Are you scared of storms? Please make it stop! 🥺😫
Loki shot into a sitting position, then thrashed against the heavy covers that entangled him.
"Wh-What?" he gasped. He peered over the pile of covers, through the dark room, to the crack in the giant door. He blinked a few times, then finally focused on the little blonde boy who stood in the gap, his nightgown trailing on the floor.
"What are you doing in Mother and Father's bed?" Thor demanded in a whisper. Loki rubbed his eyes with both hands, then frowned at his brother.
"You're afraid of thunder?"
"Are you?" Loki shot back.
"I came to see how Mother is,"
Thor said defensively, then glanced around. "But…maybe she's still upstairs with the healers. You think Father's with her?"
"Probably," Loki said. Thor nodded, then lowered his head. Loki hesitated.
"Want to wait with me till he comes back?"
“Yes!" Thor said, and darted in, his little feet padding on the carpet, and then he clambered up on the bed next to Loki. Though Thor was bigger than his brother, the bed still dwarfed both boys. Thor flopped back onto the massive pillows and let out a huge sigh, staring up at the ceiling. Loki leaned back onto a similar fluffy pillow and glanced over at him—he could still see him by the light from the hallway.
"I don't remember you being born," Loki remarked. Thor rolled his eyes.
"That's because I was born before you."
"So you remember me being born?" he said.
Thor stopped, then pursed his lips.
"No. I don't ever remember you not being born."
"Maybe we're twins," Loki mused.
"We're not twins," Thor said. "We don't look anything alike."
"Oh," Loki said softly. Thor rolled over onto his side and thumped the pillow with his fist.
"Huh?" Loki shot him a look. He could only see half of Thor's face now—his blue eyes looked very awake.
"Will Mother have a boy or a girl?" Thor clarified.
Loki thought for a moment.
"Because we're boys—she likes boys," Loki reasoned.
"I hope so," Thor sighed. "I don't want a stupid girl following us around."
They were quiet for a troubled moment.
"I heard them talking about a name," Loki said.
"Something pretty. Like flowers or summer or something," Loki told him.
"Ugh," Thor grunted. "It must be a girl, then."
They both groaned in despair.
Their troubled silence got worse.
"I wonder if they'll change our places," Loki murmured.
"Around the table," Loki said, watching Thor. "I wonder if they'll move me down, or across the table, or—"
Thor was already shaking his head hard.
"No, no, no," he insisted. "No. You sit next to me. Forever. Promise,"
Thor reached over and patted Loki's head. Loki sighed, relieved.
"Father will be back soon," Thor said.
"I'm going to close my eyes for a little bit."
"Me too," Loki whispered.
And though they both fought it valiantly, it was only a matter of moments before they both drifted off to sleep in their parents' soft, wide bed.
The fond memory curls the trickster’s lip. Then, he chuckles with quiet and breathy delight at the frightened mortal, shrugging elegantly. "I am afraid I've little sway over my brother's caprices," Loki apologizes, as he turns to observe the turbulent weather through the leaded window panes. A fingernail picks relentlessly at a callus in his left hand. A quiet smile grows. "Rain is one of my great comforts. I suppose it is all in associations, yes? For all our quarrels, Thor has been one of the great comforts of my life, if only by being a constant."
Feeling something like sympathy for the poor mortal, he extends an arm out, palm up, and twists his wrist. The green glow of his seidr immediately rolls over his body and crawls its way up the walls before it disappears through the ceiling above. Deafening the clash of thunder outside. “A simple silencing spell is what I can offer, dear one. It will dissolve once the storm has passed. Take care.” With a nod, Loki disappears in a shimmer of green light.
