Guilty Pleasures [ Pre Thor ]
[ @firmitudx ]
Loki stood on the sidelines of the sparring courtyard, just outside of the palace corridors whilst leaning against the railing. It was a common sight, for he often watched THOR when he hadn’t the interest in sparring himself. His hands were clutched into fists as they settled atop the railing, for each show of STRENGTH, each vicious blow made his breath catch & his blood to venture elsewhere.
He felt ashamed of it, as if he was indulging in a guilty pleasure that he couldn’t speak to ANYONE. Loki’s thoughts about his brother were becoming less & less APPROPRIATE...










