“on a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is?”. Thor to loki. Maybe Loki not knowing how earth rules work
i’m so happy to write for thor and loki ahhh❛on a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is?❜ Thor, Loki
“Like, an eleven.” Thor said with urgency, his eyes wide, holding his head between his hands. “Where did you even get that?”
“They seem to be laying around everywhere in this place.”
The sight was truly one to behold. There was Loki, so tiny and lanky, standing next to a giant pick up truck, to which a trailer was attatched. The trailer held an array of farm animals-horses, chickens, and even a large pig.
“Loki, you stole an entire farm. What are you going to do with all of this? How did you learn how to drive one of those things?” Thor asked, scoffing in disbelief.
“Keep them.” Loki kept his arms crossed, his mind obviously made up. He was so sure of himself, determination set in his eyes.
Loki stepped around to the trailer, looking it up and down. “The man was taking them to be killed. They’re really convincing, you know? Just look at those eyes on them, brother.”
Thor’s jaw felt like it was going to fall to the ground. His little brother, the man who had demanded an audience and tried to help take down New York City itself; demanded authority and power, was now standing with that same determination for the lives of a few farm animals.
A grin broke out on his face, and the laughter kept coming and coming and it wouldn’t stop. Thor knew deep down inside he was probably drawing attention to themselves, which was the last thing they needed at the moment, but by the gods he didn’t care.
He doubled over, absolutely roaring. Loki stepped forward to him, trying to look angry, but the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. “What could possibly be that funny about this?”
Thor wiped away a mirthful tear, resting his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Everything.”
Loki looked hesitant for a moment, but accepted the touch. He smiled, glancing at the ground. “So, are you going to help me or not?”
“Anything for you, brother.”
Loki smirked, turning on his heel to go back to the truck. Thor followed, shaking his head to himself. It was hard to keep the smile off of his face as he got in the passenger seat. He had to stop himself from bursting into laughter again at the sight of tiny Loki behind the wheel of that big truck.
“Ah, I can hear the police sirens already.” Thor hummed, glancing in the rearview mirror.
Loki snapped to attention, swiveling his head around to look behind them. “Are you serious?”
“No, but if they do come for us, I’m blaming everything on you.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”
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