It shouldn’t shock or be controversial to call a god trans or queer in inclusive spaces
If a trans lokean is talking about how myths of loki relates to them or they deeply spiritually connect to loki as a trans god to them.
If you’re cis and you don’t see it the same way or understand where they’re coming from (due to different life experiences). Its not the space or time to tell a trans lokean they’re wrong.
Or talk in ways that excludes trans spirituality or treats being trans as outside spirituality and the gods.
Trans people are part of history, myth, the gods and spirituality and our spaces.
The way that cis people go into trans panic mode at the suggestion someone views as god as trans is very revealing how they view transgender people’s existence as ‘outside’ or ‘other’ to what they usually see as natural order. You accept trans people worshipping a god you view as cis or genderless. But you recoil at the thought of yourself worshipping a god that might be read as trans by some people.
Some people are willing to use gendered terms about the gods. Then claim ‘they are beyond gender or transgender’ whenever a trans person speaks their mind openly.
Little oneshot with a trans!ftm!Loki and a gnc!Thor: Thor's gender is never explained, he's just Thor. Sometimes big sister, sometimes big brother, I don't think he cares too much haha
Summary: Thor takes away Loki's binder because he loves his tits too much to keep letting his little brother hide them.
Human au! No powers or nothing, just regular people. Still siblings tho, I never state whether or not they're blood or adopted in this, so that is up to you!
Warning! This fic includes breast expansion, and hypnosis kink. Also this isn't a detrans or misgendering kink, just Thor wanting to see his little brother's boy boobs and play with them. Loki is a man and only perceived by Thor as a man throughout this entire fic, though at some points wears feminine-perceived clothing and is perceived as a woman briefly by random strangers. Also mentions of dysphoria & a hospital visit from unsafe binding practices. DO NOT USE BANDAGES
terms used for Loki's body: boobs, breasts, tits, chest, pussy, t-dick, clit, etc.
terms used for Thor's body: tits, chest, cock, dick, penis
also because i have to say this apparently, this is fiction. respect your partner and their wishes for their body. don't use hypnosis cuz u wanna grab some titties or anything. this is just a kink
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Thor awoke early that morning to his brother's groans and sounds of struggle and blearily wiped his eyes, turning to the bathroom, where he looked in and saw Loki changing. It seemed he was trying to fit into his old, smaller binder and struggling to do so. Thor got up and stood in the doorway, watching Loki struggle to fit in his old binder from high school.
"Loki, come on. You know that won't fit."
Loki shot a glare at him. "Yes it will. It has to. My other one is still wet from washing it last night and I don't wanna wear a wet binder at work all day." Loki just got a job at a nearby bookstore. Thor told him he didn't have to, but he insisted on helping with the rent.
Thor had a good job as a lawyer with a good company, and had no problem paying in full for the both of them, but Loki felt bad being cooped up inside all the time and not contributing towards the rent. The worst part about Loki going out more was the binder, however. Before, when Loki was home, he didn't care too much about his chest. He wore big shirts, but other than that he didn't hide it. He had pretty big breasts, and they were certainly noticeable, but when they were home alone, he didn't care.
Other people's perception of his body as feminine was what drove him to start wearing his binder, even inside the house. He began getting really dysphoric after spending so much time outside, in the general public. And the general public was cruel. They were idiots. And worst of all, they made Loki hate himself. Thor loved his brother's tits. He always loved them, even before he had learned to see them as masculine. Before they had been feminine and beautiful. Now they were masculine and beautiful.
He loved to get his mouth and tongue and hands all over them, groping them, making his nipples harden and poke through his shirts. He loved when Loki threw his binder off and in the corner of the room after coming home, how his tits bounced freely out of it. He loved when he started testosterone and they got all hairy. He loved how they bounced when he was getting fucked. Thor wouldn't fuck him unless he could see or grope at his warm, soft, hairy titties. They were delectable.
And Thor so loathed that Loki was beginning to hate them and feel dysphoric about them. "You know, you can take a day off. Maybe just stay home with me, no binder, nothing. Maybe a sports bra, if you really feel uncomfortable with them bare."
Loki sighed. "No, Thor. I don't even want to look at them. Not even if we're alone."
"Well you're not wearing that one." Thor put his foot down and walked over to Loki, pulling it off of him, gently. "Your breasts are beautiful, brother. You should let them out to breathe." Thor hadn't got to have sex with Loki in weeks with his tits out. Loki had insisted on wearing his binder even during sex. It was like the world was trying to suck all the joy out of both his and Thor's life.
"I've been thinking about top surgery recently." Loki dropped, suddenly. He covered his chest with his arms and turned away slightly from Thor.
Thor frowned slightly. "Why? Loki, you're perfect the way you are. I love your body. Having breasts doesn't make you a woman. Having any body part doesn't make you a woman." Thor began to internally panic. He didn't want to be weird, or sound like a freak or a chaser, but he loved his brother's breasts. They were perfect, and he hated how dysphoric the outside world was making him to make him want top surgery all of a sudden.
"Where is this coming from? You used to love your breasts as much as I did. You told me you never wanted top surgery before."
"That was before I kept getting misgendered every day. Thor, it's awful. I know you understand this pain, because nobody ever sees you as you truly are except for those you tell, but it's just awful for me. I'm tired of it."
Thor shook his head. "I understand if you want it, and if you really do want this surgery, I'll pay for it. But I do want you to know I adore you just the way you are. Other people's opinions don't matter and you shouldn't let them control your own perception of gender and how you feel about your body. If you really want this surgery, fine, but I don't want you to get it for anybody but yourself."
Loki nods and lets a tear slip from his eye. "Maybe I should take a day off and just go without the binder."
Thor smiles and kisses him. "Thank you. You've been wearing it far too much. I don't think that's even healthy."
Loki nodded. "Maybe it's not. It is hard to breathe in."
Thor took him back to bed after he called his employer to tell him he was sick, then rested his head on his warm, soft chest like he hadn't been able to do in so long. It was perfect.
Thor woke up earlier than Loki did the second time, and slipped quietly from their bed. He knew what he was about to do was wrong, but God, he loved his little brother's tits, and it was bad for his health to keep wearing his binder. He slipped into the bathroom, where the binder was hanging on the towel rack. He took it, as well as the old, smaller binder from high school and took them out to the dumpster behind their apartment building and dropped them in. It was wrong, so wrong, but he needed to see his little brother's tits. They were too perfect, too soft, too warm to hide. They had a perfect bounce to them too. God, he was so excited to see them bounce.
Even though he knew it made his brother dysphoric and it would humiliate him, a part of him wanting to go out in public with his little brother wearing nothing but a tight shirt on. His tits were definitely not small, but not massive either. They were on the medium to big scale. But the way they bounced, oh, Thor wanted to show that to the world. He wanted to have his little brother sitting on his lap, bouncing his tits while other people watched them. He wanted to grope his tits in public, pull up his shirt and show off a cute push-up bra. He didn't see his brother's tits as womanly, and he hated how other people did.
Thor felt guilty when Loki awoke and began panicking about his binder. "I swear, I left it right there to dry!"
Thor brought him into his arms. "It's okay, brother. You don't need it today anyway, you're not going anywhere. Let's just go watch a movie on the couch and calm down, okay?"
Loki agreed and they sat down together, with Loki on Thor's lap. After the movie started, Thor began making moves to grope at Loki's tits. He snaked his hand up his shirt and gently wrapped his hand around one squishy breast, massaging it in his hand and brushing his thumb over Loki's perky, hard nipple.
Loki moaned out loud and blushed. "Sister...come on. You know I'm feeling dysphoric."
Thor pulled his hand out with a whine. "I'm sorry baby, you know how much I love to grope and feel at your chest. It's just so soft and warm. It's soothing to play with." He pouted.
Loki felt bad, but stood his ground. "Maybe later. I'm just not feeling good."
"That's fine."
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Thor lied, it wasn't fine. A week passed since then, and Loki had started binding with bandages again, like he was in ninth grade and stupid. Thor had yelled at him for it, but he just started doing it secretly before work.
Thor got the call around noon. Loki was taken to the hospital. He rushed there immediately, and saw Loki in the bed, picking at a jello cup. "Loki! What the fuck happened!?"
He looked humiliated and depressed. "I- I passed out. I passed out and I fell off the ladder, because I was restocking the shelves. I know you said not to use bandages, but I did. And- the paramedics cut them off of me in front of the whole store. It was awful. I quit my job. I told them I wouldn't sue. I'm fine, I just overexerted myself and I was wearing bandages instead of a proper binder, I just passed out. The worst part was everyone seeing my chest."
Thor hugged him and cried. "No. No more of that. I can't take it anymore. No bandages. No binder, even. The most I want you in is a sports bra."
Loki was mad, reasonably so. He tried to yell, he tried to argue, but Thor threatened to send him back to Odin. It was a cruel thing to say, knowing how awful their father was, but Loki had to listen to him.
Loki was still upset when they got home, but Thor had a plan. One of his friends, Tony Stark, had told him about this. He sent him a link to this weird, underground, hypnosis file website. He downloaded a few onto his phone and planned to have Loki listen to them in his sleep. He just wanted his little brother to feel comfortable in his body again. He didn't want to control his little brother like this, but he wanted him to feel at peace with himself. And it wouldn't hurt to see his tits bouncing up and down as he fucked his tight pussy and rubbed his cute little t-dick.
As Loki fell asleep, back turned to Thor, Thor put the playlist on. It was a simple playlist, only an hour and a half long. He slipped the headphones over Loki's ears and set a timer on his phone to remind him to take the headphones off when the playlist was over. If he left it running afterwards, the app would continue running recommendations, and he didn't vet the other ones to make sure they were safe and would do what he wanted.
When he and Loki awoke the next morning, Thor felt up Loki's chest, just to get a feel for if the hypnosis worked. Loki moaned and leaned into his touch.
"Oh, Thor.." he moaned and placed his hand over his big sister's.
"Loki, are you feeling alright?" He said as he squeezed his soft breast lightly. "I know you were pretty upset yesterday."
"I- I don't know what came over me...I was just feeling so awful about how people perceived me. I don't know now. I'm feeling better."
"It's okay, sweetie. Do you still want top surgery?"
Loki shook his head and responded almost immediately. "Oh, no. No, absolutely not. That was- I don't know. I like it much better with your hands groping my tits. They're too good to throw away. Too soft and plump."
"Aw, I agree. If anything, you should show them off more."
Loki paused. "I- I guess I should. But not in public."
"Whatever you're comfortable with."
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It took just three more days of hypnosis for Loki to be willing to go out in public without a binder on. He pulled on a sports bra (one with a lace edge. He hadn't worn that one in a while.) and then went to the grocery store with Thor. He got a few stares, but Thor stared them down even harder. Thor really couldn't keep his eyes off his brother's chest. It had been years since Loki had been outside without a binder on, and it was almost too much for Thor. Knowing that people were looking at his brother's titties but him made him want to punch a hole in the wall, but knowing that nobody else could ever touch them but him made him feel so full of pride and smugness. Those were his. His tits.
"Brother, do you think I look like a girl right now?" Loki asked him, wary and curled up on himself, nervous and ashamed. The hypnosis still didn't get rid of the anxiousness and dysphoria associated with the outside world's perception of him.
Thor sighed deeply and pushed down anger at their society and culture. "No, absolutely not. You look like a man. A very sexy man. The hottest one ever. With the best pair of tits."
Loki smiled at that and they kept on their shopping trip. That was, until they got to check out. Loki was putting a few bags of vegetables on the conveyor belt when the cashier turned to Loki and said, "excuse me ma'am, those broccoli bags are expired. I'm sorry they shouldn't have been out there."
Loki instantly curled up in on himself and tried to push down the rage at being referred to as ma'am. Fortunately, his sister had no problem with causing a scene in public for the sake of Loki.
"Excuse me, that's not a woman. That's my husband. Refer to him as sir."
The cashier looked embarrassed and nodded. "Sorry sir. And sorry to your husband."
Thor didn't mind being called sir most days, but some days he really wanted to be called ma'am. Today was one of those days. "And I'm ma'am, not sir."
The cashier looked even more embarrassed and a little annoyed. "Okay, well I'm sorry ma'am."
Loki felt just as embarrassed as that cashier. He didn't like correcting people. He always felt like his identity was a burden on the general public, or that correcting someone would put him at risk. But Thor would always stand up for him. He was a good big sister like that.
They finished purchasing their things, putting the broccoli back, and left. "That woman thought I looked like a girl."
"That woman probably dropped out of middle school, I wouldn't worry about it, my love."
Loki clung to his arm and kissed his shoulder. "I love you, brother."
"I love you too. And trust me, nobody will ever hurt you under my watch, okay? I will always be here to protect you. And fight off any assholes who think that I won't or can't beat their ass for disrespecting you."
"Will you fuck me when we get home? On the couch, slowly, while we watch the new episode of Bridgerton."
Thor smiled. "Of course."
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Thor knew he'd made a mistake. But he didn't think anything of it the first time it happened, so he kept it up. Loki seemed fine. So what if he left the hypnosis running the whole night? The ones that the app recommended didn't seem all too bad. That was until Loki's bra started getting too small. Until one day he awoke to find it was so small that the fat was spilling out the sides, and it started ripping.
"Thor, what's happening? I swear, I feel like I'm gaining weight, but it's only in my chest. Feel like all my clothes are too tight, but only in this one area."
Thor felt mesmerized by the sight. Once that was Loki's biggest bra. Now his boobs were so big it was ripping. "Oh, poor thing." He said, but felt nothing but arousal. His cock was hardening in his panties, and he stroked it lazily. "Want me to rub them? You're probably just having a little growth spurt."
Loki nodded and crawled into Thor's lap, grinding his t-dick against the bulge in his panties as he slipped the bra off. "Sister, they ache a little bit, they feel so warm..." He moans as Thor starts rubbing his nipples, and kisses his warm breast.
Thor smiled. "You're getting a lot of hair growing here." He massaged the flesh softly and felt the soft, silky black hairs growing all over them. He used to shave, but hadn't had the time recently. Thor was grateful for it, as he was for many things these days. He licked at the little tuft of fur between Loki's breasts, kissing at it.
Loki moaned. "God, I'm so sensitive right there, sister..."
Thor kissed right on his nipple, and Loki squirmed. "Thor! Oh..." He squeaked as Thor began massaging his sensitive tissue, feeling it, then bouncing them in his big, calloused hands. Loki ground down on his hardening, large penis that was straining against the cotton of his crimson panties. Loki could see the tip through the fabric and the little wet bead of pre-cum leaking through.
"Do you want big sister to fuck you, Loki?" Thor growled, low and soft right in his ear. Loki shuddered at the tone Thor took and pressed his tits to Thor's and rubbed his t-dick and wet pussy against Thor's hardening cock.
"Yes, please." Loki slipped into his submissive headspace and buried his face in Thor's shoulder. "Be gentle, please."
Thor kissed his forehead. "Of course, little brother. I would never be anything less than gentle with such a fragile little thing like you." Thor freed his huge, throbbing, dripping cock from his panties and held it up to Loki's stomach. "See how deep I'll be inside you?"
Loki had to lean back to see Thor's cock without his breasts in the way, and he whined when he saw. It went all the way up his tummy. "You're gonna be so deep inside me..." He rubbed his t-dick against the shaft and steadied himself on Thor's shoulders.
Thor smiled and nodded. "Very deep. Nobody will ever reach inside this far but me. Ever. I was your first, and I'll always be your only. Just me." Thor held his waist tightly, possessively. "You're mine. And I'm yours."
Loki nodded. "You're mine. And I'm yours," he repeated back to him.
Thor felt with his fingers to see if Loki was slick enough to enter, and oh...he was. Thor pulled back his fingers and a string of slick followed. He licked it up and Loki bit his lip. "Are you ready, my love?"
Thor laughed, amused by his little brother's brattiness, and lined up his cock with Loki's warm, wet hole. Then he shoved in, making Loki scream with delight. "Oh, fuck! Oh, Thor! That was too much, you asshole!"
Thor smirked. "I'm sorry, sweetie." He feigned innocence and sympathy. "You said you were impatient; I didn't want to disappoint."
Loki huffed and pouted as he squirmed on Thor's too-big cock. "It's too big for you to just be shoving it inside."
"Poor thing."
Loki pouted even more. "You're so mean."
"No, I'm not. I just wanted to help you. You said you were feeling impatient, my love. I just complied."
Loki bounced slightly on his cock, testing the waters. Thor always loved the feeling of Loki's pussy, but he was stuck, mesmerized, staring at his perky, bouncy tits. Maybe he should boost the hypnosis, just a little. It couldn't hurt if they were a little bigger, right?
Thor kissed and lapped at his pretty titties. "I wouldn't mind if they got bigger, would you?"
Loki paused. "I..I guess not."
Thor smirked and started bouncing Loki on his cock, easily making him cock-drunk. "I guess then it wouldn't be too bad if they continued to grow...
all Asgardians are raised gender neutral until the age of 13 when they have a big ceremony and choose what they want to be. this fic is of a young Loki figuring themself out before their 13th birthday when they'll have to tell the whole of Asgard who they are.
Loki has always been a troublesome child, sneaking into Odin's vaults, playing pranks on the inhabitants of the castle, summoning a monster or too, and they've earned themselves quite a few scars for their trouble. But as they age it only gets worse, slacking off during training, skipping out of their royal duties, plotting bigger and worse things to do.
"Loki. We do not use magic in that manner.'' Odin scolds when he finds Loki snickering and hiding from a very angry Sif, after illusioning her to look like an ogre and having her chased by the guards. “Do you want the kingdom to hate you?"
"It was just Sif..." Loki argues, crossing their arms.
"Is Sif not part of the kingdom?"
"...no.. she is..” they admit “but she's my friend and it was funny" they don't see why this is such a big deal.
"Magic is to be used for bettering the kingdom and ourselves; not for foolish play. You are a prince Loki, start acting like it." Odin sneers
“Yes father.” they say, dipping their head.
“Good. You'll never be fit for the throne if you continue to act like this," he says, returning to his walk. Loki waits till he's left before going to Sif, kicking at the ground angrily.
“There you are, Loki! You're going to pay for this!” Sif says marching over to them
“Yeah, I know. I'm sorry Sif.” they grumble. “I didn't act very princely.”
Sif stops mid-step to stare at them. "It's fine. I'm not a pansy." she answers finally, crossing her arms.
“Are we still friends?”
“Of course. Want to come watch Thor fight the Squires?"
Loki smiles and nods, following her out to the sparing ground.
They just sit and watch Thor fight the squires for a while before Loki leans over “hey Sif… you know how to do some of those pretty braids right?”
“Yes. Why?" Sif asks defensively.
“Well… my hair is finally long enough to style... and I was wondering if you would braid it?”
".. braid your hair?" She looks at him, “why not just have your royal stylists do it?”
“I just want to try it... And if I tell the stylists they'll do it more than just once even if I don't like it.”
“Alright” she nods “turn around so I can braid”
They smile and scoot closer. Sif starts to braid small braids into their hair while she watches Thor spar, weaving the braids together before putting it all up into a ponytail. “There, all done” she says. Loki reaches up, running their fingers along the braids.
"You look like a girl." Sif informs
"You think?" Loki asks excitedly.
"Uh.. Yeah.. Why would you want that?" Sif asks wrinkling her nose
"...I think it's pretty?.." they say tentatively
"You can't do anything though if you're a girl."
"You do. You've been a girl for a whole 2 years now. And I don't want to be a girl... I just want my hair to be pretty." Loki tries to explain.
"Yes but I'm weird. I do things girls usually don't do." She looks at their hair, "... I guess you can have pretty hair and not be a girl."
They smile and nod, bouncing up "Thor! Look!" They say, running over to him when there's a pause in his sparing.
Thor looks over and smiles, "Ah, your hair! It's pretty!"
They smile and nod "I'm going to show mother!" They say excitedly, running to their mother and pulling on her dress slightly to get her attention.
She looks down at them, "Oh, hello my child."
"Sif did my hair, isn't it pretty mother?" they ask, spinning
"Yes, it's very pretty. She did a good job." Frigga agrees.
They nod and bounce a bit, going to go find a mirror to look in, running their fingers over their hair as they admire it, it is very pretty, definitely not as fancy as it could be, but its still very pretty, they look pretty, they look down at their clothes, illusioning themself into a pretty green dress to better match the hair before looking in the mirror, doing a little spin.
"Loki! What are you doing my son?" Odin growls. Loki jumps and spins around, illusioning themself to look normal hiding the braids too before looking up.
Odin looks down at them. "What are you doing?"
"Just playing...." Loki mumbles
".. Why don't you do something more.. Educational? Your brother is sparing, why don't you join him?" Odin huffs.
"Cause I'd hurt him. It's not fun when I have to hold back." They roll their eyes.
"Go spar with someone else then, just stop doing... this." Odin gestures to them.
They sigh and walk off dropping the illusion once they're out of sight, taking their hair down and going back to sit with Sif.
Sif looks at them "What happened to your braids?”
"I had to take them out." They say sadly
"Oh.. The Allfather?..."
They nod sadly, fidgeting with their hands. What's so wrong with wanting braids anyway?
She looks down before looking back up, "Wanna spar?"
"Sure..." they nod, tying their hair up out of their face and pulling out their knives.
She smiles and gets up.
"Do you want me to take it easy on you since you're new to this?" They ask as they head for more open ground to spar in.
".. We'll just see how it goes." Sif smirks
"Okay" they nod happily
She pulls her hair up and fixes her clothes before looking at them
They smile, "shall we begin?"
"Definitely."
Sif is rather competent for having only started training a few years ago. Loki is better of course, but she’s still good. Loki lets her get some hits in and she even gets some they didn't let her, and they point out where she can improve every time they land a hit on her, just enjoying themself.
"Okay! okay, I yield!" Loki says from the ground where Sif has them pinned, both smiling and laughing as Sif helps them up, looking very proud.
"Loki! Sif!" Odin looks at them both, Sif lowering a bit
Loki straightens up dusting themself off "you told me to find someone to spar... didn't you father?..." they ask
".. Yes, that is true. But I expected someone more... Suitable." Odin sneers slightly
"I think I'd have to leave Asgard for that." Loki grumbles.
Odin shoots him a glare, "Loki. Follow."
They look to Sif before following
Odin takes them off, "Loki, what was that?"
"I don't understand what you mean father." Loki says, keeping their head down. They just can’t get it right…
"You are trained better than to lose to a girl." Odin scolds
"She's new to it all. I wasn't intending to fight her seriously." Loki says, taken aback. That's what he’s upset about? That Loki lost a play fight "I don't think me letting her win says anything about my abilities."
"It shouldn't even have been considered in the first place."
"Why?.. Older kids sparred with me when I was inexperienced… and they certainly let me win... I was only doing the same..." they explain, still confused.
"She's a girl, Loki. Girls don't spar."
"...oh..."
He sighs, "Now you look like a fool, being beaten by a girl."
If that's what he’s upset about, Loki can fix that. They could ask for a rematch and put Sif on her ass. "Want me to redo the fight? I will, I'll fight Thor too" they say, turning back to the training fields.
He growls, "Do not get smart with me, boy."
"I.. I'm not?" they stop, confused. “Is that not what you want?”
"You're talking back to your king. Do you think that is smart?"
"I.. no.. I wasn't…"
"Then what was that?"
"...I... I don't know what you want..." Loki says, getting frustrated
"I want you to behave like a prince. To be a good example!"
"I am."
Odin sighs and shakes his head "You are not. A prince should act with grace and maturity; you are still playing silly games and making yourself look like a fool. How will anyone want that as a king?"
"I act just the same as Thor! And they never get scolded! So if both of your kids act this way maybe you're the problem!" they snap.
Odin grabs their arm tightly as they turn to storm off. "You never speak that way to your king! Do you know how thankful you should be that you are even my son? Do you have no grace?"
“I think I'd be much more thankful if I wasn't your son!” they yell, pushing against him.
Odin tightens his grip on their arm, sending pain all the way up to their shoulder, pulling a small whimper from Loki. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." they say quickly. Tears springing to their eyes as he squeezes tighter.
"An apology does not even begin cover this." Odin growls, throwing Loki's arm down. "Room. Now."
Loki nods and quickly runs off to their room, holding their injured arm close.
…
Odin has some books delivered to his room, mostly about the kingdom rules and how to honor your king.
Loki sits and reads through them bitterly. Looking for anything they could use against him, any rules they could point to next time. If father wants them to be perfect then fine. They'll be perfect
They're not allowed out until dinner, but that's fine with them. Not like they wanted to see anyone anyway. They go down to grab food eventually, loading up a plate and turning to leave before they catch sight of Odin glaring daggers at them. They shuffle and slowly sit by Thor, keeping their eyes on Odin.
Thor smiles, "Hello Brother." they say through a mouth full of food.
“Thor, it's rude to talk with your mouth full.” Loki informs, picking at their plate, their stomach twisting itself into knots.
"Are you not hungry?.." Thor asks, looking down at Loki's virtually untouched plate.
"Not very.. No." they admit.
".. Are you feeling unwell, brother?.." Thor asks, knitting his brows together in worry.
"A bit yeah.." they nod
Thor tilts his head, "Oh... "
Loki goes back to picking at their plate, even taking a few bites when they feel Odin's eyes piercing into them. Stopping as soon as Odin returns to his conversation with the other court members, feeling ill.
"Would you like me to walk you to your room, Brother?" Thor offers quietly.
“No, I'm fine Thor" Loki dismisses, taking a few more bites to try and placate Thor.
Thor lightly rubs their shoulder, before glancing up at Odin who's watching them again. Loki follows Thor's gaze, before scooting away from them. Thor finally returns to eating.
Loki stays much longer than the other kids that night, just sitting silently and listening to the adults talk, taking in as much information as they can and listening to the music the bards play after dinner. Odin looks over at them occasionally but doesn't say anything so it's alright. Loki finally heads to bed when all the adults do, falling into bed and letting sleep overtake them
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