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[Thor grunts at Loki's reassurances, because he really hadn't meant to make his discomfort so apparent. He doesn't like that it makes him feel so vulnerable, and it's not something he can just hide.

Loki's touch is gentle, as promised. Thor's other eye falls shut for a moment and he forces himself to be okay with the gesture. It's not Loki's fault he's crippled, it's not his fault he's having a hard time dealing with it, either.]

Could be worse. [He says, and it's to placate himself as much as Loki.]

I'd prefer this to losing an arm, I think. I need both hands to pull you and Loki around by the ears.

It could. [ He tries not to be too great of a downer, though the loss is awful. ] Never met anyone who wasn't terrified of Father and he was famous for your new look.

[ His hand slips down to rest on Thor's shoulder and he trails the other out of holding hands to skim up an arm, tracing through the middle of a bicep. ]

His arm ended here, the dwarves forged him a new one of black uru. It's very strong. [ Especially when it connects with your face. Hah. Looking up, he struggles to find his tongue for a moment then blurts out, ] You could call me Lokes, if you wanted. I like it. It helps differentiate between the two of us here.

Edited 2017-11-21 12:20 (UTC)

That's the dream, to be terrifying. [It used to be, anyway, but now Thor says it dryly and with humor.

Thor casts his eye downward as Loki's hand travels over his skin. He doesn't pull away or even second guess it, he's a sucker for affection.]

It might have attributed to his mood. [Thor muses. He can appreciate the novelty of a strong, uru arm but he knows that it would eat at him. Knowing someone got the better of him, that he's not whole somehow.]

Lokes. [Thor repeats.] I like it, it suits you. Generally I differentiate by calling him the grumpy one.

You don't terrify anyone who counts. [ Like family, whichever the universe.

With a huff, he drapes his wrists around Thor's neck and tugs on the short hair at his nape, basking in the attention and being allowed, more than anything, simply to touch. It's a novelty he covets at every opportunity. ]

I saw him once, when I was being reborn in this body. I saw a lot of Lokis ... but he was carrying a staff, I remember that. And I first saw you in the year 2013 when I travelled to your Midgard and read their Wikipedia on superheroes. [ He chuckles, a tease crinkling in the corners of his eyes. ] You were baby-faced on the photographs, an Avenger.

[That earns Loki one very fond smile. He puts his hands on Loki's shoulders, happy to keep a physical connection between them while the younger one pulls at his hair.

He grumbles, but there's no intent to stop him, evidenced by the fact that he does nothing but grunt in protest.]

Baby-faced. [Thor winces.] That was a long time ago, for all us. And we've come along way, Loki and I. [He can't hide the fact that he's happy with how some of his future turned out.]

He did well. You would be proud.

I already was, now I'm sure moreso. He never seemed the sort to descend into insanity like the rest.

[ There's room for some tweaking of Thor's beard as Loki grins, giggling. ]

I suppose these face pubes are going nowhere and I'll have to be proud of them, too. Poor baby-face, he was so pure!

He seems to have pulled himself out of whatever spiral he was in.

[There's uncertainty in Thor's tone, but he's distracted by the tweak of his beard.

This time he growls in feigned frustration and darts his hands to Loki's midsection in attempt to tickle his tweaking away.]

I was going through some things then, alright? Did you see my hair? What was I thinking?

You, ahaha! Thor, no! Bad Thunderer! [ Jerking away from the tickles he slaps at the offending hand. How dare! ] You needed a comb, you caveman. Your beard could do with a trim right now, in point of fact.

[Thor withdraws his hand when smacked, but when Loki continues to sass him he flexes his fingers in threat.]

Have I not lost enough? [He plays the pity card.] If I trimmed it, I'd look like a far more handsome Stark. I prefer to be rugged.

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Fear not, Thor, you could never pass for handsome even with two eyes.

[ No beats missed, woop. ]

You probably just have bad taste.

[Thor stares, picking up his drink for a long chug.]

I'm not easily impressed, that's all.

[ STARING BACK OVER HIS OWN DRINK, SIP SIP BUTTHEAD. ]

I don't think I need you to find me handsome anyway. I can find my validation elsewhere, I'm sure.

Elsewhere, is it? Aye, let's ask someone else.

[ Shapeshifting into a woman as mischief twinkles in green eyes, Loki casts a wrist over her forehead and sniffs dramatically by Thor at the bar. ]

It's true ... he's the ugliest of all the Aesir! So insists Trixie of Earth, whose eyes are the strongest of any mortal in history!!

[Thor rolls his eyes when Loki shapeshifts, he's far too used to this kind of mockery.]

Your opinion would be contested by a great many, then. I've been told my selfie game is untouchable.

[ Seriously doubting that when half her phone is beauty edit apps, Loki slips out her phone and backs up on Thor to include him in a new selfie. ]

Okay, okay, big man ... Bring your best! Throw down!

[ Forty-five degree angled chin is go!! ]

[Of course, Thor doesn't try at all. He throws up a peace sign and smiles that easy, charming smile, just like he would if he were approached by a fan.]

... No cheating.

[ Stupid charming Thor. ]

I'm not cheating. [Thor straightens up, furrowing his brows at Loki.]

How is that cheating?

[ Solemnly, Loki informs him. ]

Your face is very deceitful, there are tricks and secrets within every wrinkle. I know your game, Odinson, and will have at thee if you try that adorable shit again. I own daggers.

Okay! Again, this time with filters!

[ Perking up from the dour intonations, she beams and makes a peace sign as bunny ears pop up over both their heads on the screen. ]

You're mistaken, I don't have wrinkles. [Very pointedly.]

Interesting that you tell me not to be adorable, then you pick this. [He points at the camera, but lowers his hand so he can smile in a less charming and completely goofy manner.]

Don't be rude to a lady, oaf.

[ Pinching his chin between thumb and forefinger, she squishes his expression for another photo. ]

Wah, wah, I'm the God of Short-Back-And-Sides and I think I'm cuter than a bunny rabbit!

[This is significantly less flattering, because Thor is pulling a face. He embraces the fact that he looks like a fool, at the very least.]

I'll be rude to a lady if she starts it. [Thor narrows his eyes.] I know green is your favorite colour, but this is a bit much.

[All of that envy over his selfies, Loki.]

That's not how manners work!

[ Laughing, Loki stuffs her phone away and orders two more drinks from the bar. ]

Shut your mouth, I won. It was my game and I get to decide who triumphed.

That's not how games work! [Thor argues, but he's not sure why he cares about who wins a selfie game.

He digresses.]

It's a nice place you've got here, Lokes. Very bold, it suits you.

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