Angst 23 :P

wouldyouknowmore:

Prompt: “Look me in the eye and tell me you love me.”

[prompts here]

Modern AU, sfw

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Loki has nearly finished stuffing the contents of his closet into a bag when he hears the front door, and his stomach lurches once again. He’d meant to be gone by the time Thor got home, but obviously that isn’t happening now.

“Loki?” his brother shouts down the hall, but his tone gives no hint of whether Loki is about to have his ass beaten, or worse, if he’s about to receive some sort of sad, pitying look.

For the thousandth time in the last hour, he curses himself and that one stupid, misdirected text.

“Loki, where—oh,” Thor says from his bedroom door, and, oh look. Pity and regret it is… until Thor realizes that he’s packing, that is, and puts on his I’m-older-than-you-and-therefore-in-charge face, asking, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What’s it look like?” Loki mutters. He can come back for the rest later, he decides, and pulls the strap of his bag up over his shoulder. Thor’s halfway blocking his exit, but Loki has always been faster than him, and he slips by before Thor can do more than glare at him.

“Hey!”

He should’ve run for the door, though, because Thor ducks through the kitchen and cuts him off, and then it’s all 6-foot-3 of his brother’s considerable mass between him and the way out of this mess and their shared apartment.

“So that’s it?” Thor demands. “You’re leaving? You aren’t even going to talk to me?”

He’d rather not, thanks.

“You know I have to,” Loki says instead.

“Why? Because you’re in love with me?”

Loki can’t help but wince at hearing it out loud.

“Can you even admit it, Loki? Go on, look me in the eye and tell me you love me. Say it, and I’ll move.”

Thor’s staring him down, jaw set, and just for a moment, Loki hates him for this. It’s only superficial, he knows, and that’s part of his problem. But if that’s what it takes…

He might as well do it properly, he thinks, meeting Thor’s gaze and steeling himself. “I love you, Thor,” he says, as steadily as he can, “and I’m sorry for that. Now get out of the way.”

Thor nods once, and says, “No.”

Perhaps Loki was mistaken. Maybe he really does hate him after all, he thinks.

“You said you’d let me go!” he complains, and Thor shakes his head.

“No, I said I would move.”

And then he does—forward, to take Loki’s face in his hands and bring their lips together.

When they part, Loki’s glad that Thor still has ahold of him, since the room suddenly seems to be spinning. But then Thor speaks up, a blinding grin on his face.

“You’re an idiot,” he says… and that confirms it.

“I definitely hate you.”

Thor just smiles wider, and kisses him again.