Loki wasn’t uninterested in his brother’s training, he just made certain that wasn’t too obvious. He watched it subtely, amusingly exactly like the giggling ladies who enjoyed how Thor’s golden skin shone in the sun, glistening with sweat. It was when Thor poured cool water over his chest that he remembered he should be reading this tome and not drool after Thor like a teenage girl.
Of course, if anyone asked, Loki was just interested in Thor’s techniques, desperate to catch up when it came to skills on the battlefield. Which was nonsense, he couldn’t care less about whether his own swordplay was up to par, but only his mother and his teachers who practised seidr and magic with him were aware and accepting of his complete disregard of warfare and preference for a more feminine approach to magic, Frigga being his inspiration.
And he wasn’t watching because he was admiring how Thor had practically grown up to look perfect.
Really.
He looked like a young allfather, and received the according adoration, which Loki understood but also disliked a little. He wished his brother would pay more attention to him again. They used to play together, until their special talents robbed them of their time, and now Loki found missing Thor’s company.
“That was wonderful, brother.” slipped out of his mouth when they met on the hallway right after Thor had finished his training. Now Loki had revealed that he had been watching and he brushed his fingers through his black hair and considered some damage control. “I couldn’t help but notice. Perhaps we can spar together sometime?” Not that Loki stood a chance without stabbing Thor in the back with a dagger, which was anything but honourable, but maybe Thor was still interested despite it posing no real challenge.
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