“Loki,” Thor begins with his mouth still half full of food, “do you remember when we got married on that little Alfheim pleasure planet?”
Loki nods. “You were rather drunk.”
“Right. Did we ever nullify it?” Thor swallows the last of his food and rinses it down with juice.
Loki stops and then drops his fork. “Fuck.”
Thor chuckles and tosses a small box to him. “Happy three-hundred-twenty-seventh anniversary, brother.”
Loki raises an eyebrow and opens the box, biting back a smile when he sees a ring set with a wide, twisting band of braided black gold with a Marquis cut emerald from Jotunheim.
He slips it onto his right index finger and admires it a moment. “And the other three-hundred-twenty-six anniversaries?”
Thor grins wide. “Get me a gift and then we can discuss arrears, husband.”
Loki slips on his best, sharpest smile. “Are you sure you want to play a game like this with me?”
Lightning dances over Thor’s tongue as he licks lips. “Of course. It’s a perfect game for a pair of kings.”
Visceral, brutal joy fills Loki’s chest and he allows his smile to slip away to something genuine. It’s honest in a way only Thor is allowed to see. What a good game this will be.
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Loki is the Philosopher King 