“Uuugh,” Loki says, and elbows him. “Do you always have to be so…you?” The pot has done weird things to his head and he feels like even though he can still formulate ideas, the words to express them have gotten lost somewhere.
“Yep.” Thor turns his head to look at Loki and he grins.
It takes Loki’s breath away.
He’s seen Thor’s smile every day of his life, but new pathways in Loki’s brain are firing. Pathways he didn’t know existed, diagonal to the old ones, and it’s like he’s seeing his brother for the very first time. Seeing the actual person he is right now instead of the well-worn and familiar collection of ciphers labeled ‘Thor’ in his head.
And Thor is beautiful.
Oh, Thor has always been beautiful. Even if Loki were blind he would know that, because if any human actually possesses a soul, it’s Thor, and just his proximity improves everything that he touches. Beauty like Thor’s is just objective fact.
But.
He is Loki’s brother and he is beautiful and a previously unknown hunger stirs in Loki’s chest.
Loki wants to put his hand on Thor’s face and touch his lips and kiss him in a way that brothers shouldn’t kiss each other.
He wants Thor to kiss him back.
He wants…
Flustered and pink-cheeked, Loki turns away.
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Loki is the Philosopher King 