I had a weird idea for a Thorki ficlet and I wrote it. Instead of all the other things I’ve been trying to write. My brain has not been very cooperative lately… As should become apparent, this takes place in the canon universe, after Thor: Ragnarok (but before the mid-credits tag scene). The assumption is that Thor and Loki had an established relationship sometime pre-canon; as ever, this fits into my Thorki series (but does not depend on it for comprehensibility).
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Thor and Loki were sitting in the bed they shared in the captain’s stateroom (nothing suspicious to Thor’s subjects, of course; just doing their bit as brothers to conserve space), reading before they turned out the light: Loki was reading one of the books he always had stashed in a pocket dimension (some of the last remnants, alas, of Asgard’s great library); Thor was looking over the latest supply records to determine how soon they needed to stop and take on food and fuel. Or rather, he had meant to, but something had been preoccupying him for the last few days and he couldn’t hold it back any longer. “Loki, can I ask you something?” he finally blurted out. “And please don’t blow up at me.”
“Always a promising start to a conversation,” Loki said dryly, lowering his book.
“Well, just giving you fair warning.”
“Ask, and then we’ll see.”
“So… you were born Jötunn, right?”
“You really need me to answer that question?” Loki replied, his voice scathing, as he began to raise the book again and turn away from Thor.
“No, that’s not the question,” Thor assured him hurriedly, “that was just… preliminary. You were born Jötunn, but you look like an Ás
most of the time.”
“You look like an ass most of the time, too, but do I comment on it?”
Thor sighed and ignored the jape. “How? Is it a glamour, or…?”
“No, obviously not. It doesn’t fade on contact, as you know intimately.”
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Loki is the Philosopher King 