“So,” It was a brief lull in conversation, around their royal dinner table, when Loki made his inevitable poison-tipped strike. “Big day tomorrow, brother?”

But Thor grinned, unfazed. He wasn’t nervous at all, no matter what Loki wanted to insinuate! “Not so big, no!”
Loki seemed amused. “Oh? Putting it off a little longer, are you?”

That was too much for Father, who put his mug down like a gavel. His eyes, always weighing his sons’ readiness for the throne, hit Thor. “Are you?”
But that was a weight Thor was long used to, and he simply laughed at his little joke getting such a reaction. “Of course not! I meant that tomorrow is not a big day because I am certain the norns will find me worthy!”

And he was certain! Of course he was.
Father nodded, firmly. “Good. As it should be. One hundred is the proper age for a young man, ready to truly take his place.”

Thor beamed at the implication, though he knew Father didn’t mean the throne, not yet. Not for centuries more. Still, he was ready to take his place!
Of course he was.
Tomorrow was his one hundredth birthday. The traditional, typical age at which a warrior of Asgard would go to the temple of the norns and submit themselves for judgement. The norns would examine the strength of their heart, and the path fate would lead them down.
And, if they were judged worthy, they would be granted a secondary, reproductive gender.
Alpha, for one whose strength was needed for this generation and the next, whose heroic deeds would keep them too busy to bear and raise the children they must sire. Alphas, the rarest, were destined for great things.
Or omega, for one whose strength was needed most for raising the next generation of warriors. Everyone assured new omegas that their deeds were no less heroic, their bearing of children just as strong... but no one sang epic tales of heroic child-rearing.
Or, even more common than omegas, the norns might leave one barren.

Many warriors were relieved to be found so. It freed them of the responsibilities of children, let them bed partners without a care, and usually meant fate could not have anything too exciting in store for them.
But, for a young warrior with ambition, such a result was nearly a kiss of death. There were barren warriors among the top generals and advisers of the court... but few. No one said so officially, but... how much responsibility could you trust to someone with no clear fate?
As Father had said, one hundred was the proper age. There was, technically, no age at which one was too old to submit to the norns’ judgement, but anything past 150 or so began to look like cowardice. One could only avoid fate for so long.
But what Father had said had also been a barb aimed at Loki, Thor knew. Because while one hundred was seen as the proper age, one could go as early as eighty.

And Loki had.
Without telling any of them, he had presented himself to the norns as soon as he was able, creating scandal and gossip in his wake.
At eighty, legally recognized as an adult, no one could stop him. But in modern times it was expected for young warriors to take a few more decades to fully mature. To enjoy the freedoms of adulthood, to be better prepared to accept the responsibilities.
Loki had not even waited until after his birthday ceremony. By the time he was declared an adult son of Asgard, at that night’s feast, the news had spread, and everyone knew the young prince might already have something new stirring and waking with him.
Loki always said he had done it to strengthen his magic.

Thor suspected Loki had wanted to, just once, beat his older brother to something.
And he certainly had. Over the next few weeks, following his birthday, Loki had bloomed into what was undeniably an alpha.
He never overtly held this over Thor. As he shouldn’t! There was nothing to be proud of, rushing in stupidly early, always doing everything the strange way, never doing what he should!
But, sometimes, he gave Thor a little, knowing smirk. And Thor felt, absurdly, as if his younger brother had reached a different plane of maturity. As if he, Thor, was no more than a child in comparison. Loki knew what happened in the temple. Loki knew of reproductive urges.
And, most mysterious, most enticing, Loki knew how it felt to be an Alpha.
Sitting at their dining table, Thor was finally able to return Loki’s knowing smirk with a smug smile of his own. Tomorrow, he would go to the norns, and be found worthy. Tomorrow, at the right time, Loki would have no more mystery to lord over him.
Tomorrow, he would be an alpha as well.
-~-~-~-
To be continued?
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~ Part 2 ~
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He couldn’t sleep that night.

He wasn’t nervous, of course! He knew what would happen! As far back as he could remember, he’d always known what would happen, so no surprises there. It was just...
Now it was happening. Now it was tomorrow.

Tomorrow he would go before the norns, and they would find him worthy. And the changes would begin. Over the next few weeks he would become... different.

How different?
He’d still be himself. Wouldn’t he? He’d seen older friends go through these changes, over the years, and they were all still themselves. Except perhaps a little more confident. More mature. The alphas were, anyway.
It was often compared to puberty. A smaller, faster, second puberty. You didn’t come out of puberty exactly the same person you were going in, but you weren’t supposed to. It was part of growing up. Sometimes it got a bit messy but, well, that was part of growing up too.
How many people would submit to puberty if they had a choice? How many would eventually, but only after putting it off years or decades?
He thought about Loki.
He brother was less than a year younger than him, but still, they’d always known that Thor was the older brother, and Loki the younger. It was silly, maybe, but he’d always said Loki was his “little baby brother”. Mostly to tease him, but... yes, he did like being the oldest.
And he’d always felt like he was the older brother in more than just the count of ten and a half insignificant months. He’d felt he was the mature one, responsible, in charge!

Until Loki had gone to the temple, and leapt over him into alphahood.
It had changed things between them. They were still brothers, but...

In the dark of the night, in the quiet of his head, venturing unusually deep into his own thoughts, Thor could admit it to himself. He was intimidated by Loki. In awe of him.
Loki had become this mysterious creature that Thor, for twenty years, could only hope to be. And Loki had done it early! So recklessly, deviantly early! And Thor had known, uncomfortably, that if he wanted to, he could do the same.
Responsible warriors, warriors who were to be looked up to, didn’t go early. Someone who intended to be king of Asgard didn’t disregard their customs, and go early! It was healthy to wait, to mature a couple more decades, before going! There was no going back!
But sometimes, when he watched Loki, and felt admiration-wonder-fear churn in his belly, he wondered if he was just being a coward, to wait for the normal time.
It didn’t matter now. Tomorrow he would be an alpha. Just like Loki was an alpha.

He thought back over every change he’d seen in his brother, and tried to imagine how it would feel.
He’d seen Loki’s eyes focus on omegas with an intense sexual hunger, something sharper and more urgent than the sexual urges barren people felt. The thought made Thor’s heart race, as he imagined the heat of it.
Norns. It was hard to imagine his brother, always covered neck to knuckles, giving in to the breeding passion of alpha/omega couplings, but Thor supposed he must have. Must have taken omegas to his bed, or their own, or-
Alphas were expected to breed freely and often, of course. That was why the norns had made them as they were. Sex came with no strings for alphas. Their duty was to pass their seed to as much of the next generation as possible. Loki must have coupled with omegas all over.
And he’d be good at it, of course. Being good at everything didn’t come naturally to Loki, like it did to Thor, but he never let that stop him from mastery.
Loki wasn’t the type omegas would swoon over, watching sparring matches, but Thor had no doubt there were dozens of omegas who would seek him out for breeding and for pleasure, their dark, even guilty, secret.
He could imagine Loki sweeping them into some private room. Pressing up close behind them. His smooth voice and silver tongue whispering sweet, filthy words in their ear, complimenting how wet and ready they were for him, before he-
Thor cut the thought off, with a shuddering breath. His cock was hard. Well. Yes. Soon he- He’d be the one soothing eager omega heats. He’d have to try not to take too many of his brother’s favorites! Jealousy had always been a bit of an issue between them!
Though, in this, they might not be in competition, he thought. Loki seemed like he might... fulfill unusual omega tastes. He might do all kinds of kinky, deviant things, which of course Thor wouldn’t...

He realized he was stroking his cock, and pushed such thoughts hastily away.
Yes. No. Best he get himself off to a nice, normal fantasy, then get to sleep. Tomorrow was after all, as Loki had said, a big day.
~*~*~*~

To be continued

Hopefully.

If I clap my hands and believe really hard, perhaps the writing fairies will continue to come to me. 😬
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~ Part 3 ~
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Wind swirled around him. Pellets of rain and ice battered against him.

He knew this was a vision, a test, granted by the norns after he had entered their temple. But the knowledge didn’t make it any less real.

Thor did not like being in a storm he couldn’t control.
“WHERE ARE YOU?” He roared the words over the deafening wind, trying to see anything at all. “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?” What kind of test was this? He could wander through the discomfort of a storm for ages.
What if he had already failed? What if the norns had read his heart and found him wanting, and had left him to wander while they did whatever was needed to leave him barren? “I AM THOR, SON OF ODIN! I COME TO CLAIM MY DESTINY!”
At his words, the wind shrieked, and nearly knocked him off his feet. The downpour got impossibly thicker!

Perhaps this was the test! Baring his teeth in a feral grin at the challenge, he pushed blindly forward! “I AM THOR! SON OF ODIN! I COME TO TAKE MY PLACE!”
The wind screamed again, and this time did take him off his feet, spinning and turned, battering against the ground without being able to catch hold. He scrabbled for a grip, and briefly missed his hammer, but didn’t let himself dwell on what wasn’t there.
He finally managed to steady himself, but had to stay crouched low over the frozen ground. “I AM THOR-“

“Thor!”

He jerked his head around, not certain he had heard what he heard, the word faint in the wind.

“THOR! THOR! THOR!”
He laughed, triumphant, though his own voice was ripped away by the wind. He certainly heard that! A crowd, cheering his name!

“THOR! THOR!”

Grinning in triumph, he began to make his was toward the sound, pulling himself across the ground.

“THOR! THOR! THOR!”

“Thor!”
Another voice! Thor’s head whipped to the side, and he could almost- Yes! He could see it! The faint outline of a tavern, lit bright and warm inside! Laughter and friendly conversation poured out of it. It radiated invitation, and relief from his troubles.
Thor laughed, shook his head, and continued on in the direction of the cheering crowd. The simple pleasures in life were wonderful things, but he, future king of Asgard, wanted more! He grunted with the effort, and dragged himself though the howling storm.

“Thor?”
The voice was soft, right in his ear, and made him jump so badly he lost his grip on the ground, and went tumbling again, another helpless piece of storm debris.

Had that been LOKI? What was Loki doing here?!?
Outrage focused him, and he managed to catch his grip on the ground again. “Loki! Show yourself, trickster!”

All he had wanted, all he had wanted for twenty years, was to make up the distance Loki had gained over him! Now Loki would interfere, even in the temple of the norns?
Was he so jealous, so insecure, that he could not bear to lose the one advantage he had over Thor?

His brother, his alpha brother, was here somewhere, as he always, inevitably was.
Thor ignored the chant of the adoring crowd, finally managed to rise to his feet, and turned to find his brother in the storm. Alpha! Soon he would see that was no advantage against him! Not anymore! Perhaps this was the test? He must best an alpha who intimidated him! “Loki!”
The shouting of his name grew louder. Different from each direction. Terrified screams, accolades, pleas for help, cries of ecstasy, deafening! But Thor kept his focus, ready for his opponent, ready to show no fear, to show he was more than a match for his alpha brother! “Loki!”
The storm reached a screaming, blinding peak, surely sweeping Thor off the ground. No sound of his name, no sight of Loki or taverns, or even the feel of ground under his feet. Thor roared directionless defiance into this storm that wasn’t his-

Then he was on the ground.
He was in the quiet, calm temple. His clothes and hair were dry and clean, as orderly as ever.

He... had completed the test. Hadn’t he? He must have!

The altar before him burst into abrupt flame, and Thor laughed in relief, confidence rushing back. He knew this part, at least!
As he’d been taught, he took the torch that had been prepared for him, and lit it at the norm’s fire. Then, he emerged from the temple, and held it over his head, to light cheers from friends and family.
He added his torch to the large bonfire before the temple, signaling that he was ready to give himself to the future of their people, in whatever way the norns had seen fit.
The applause were light and friendly. This was no great feat, after all, merely a coming of age ceremony everyone went through. But as Thor descended the steps to rejoin his family, he felt exhilarated!
“Congratulations, brother.” Loki said, with a soft smile. Loki, who, of course, had not actually been in his test from the norns. Thor wrapped a cheerful arm around him, feeling strangely grateful. The vision of Loki had given him strength to stand, in that terrible storm!
And now that Thor was an alpha too, things would go back to normal between them. No, better than normal! Loki had gone to the temple early to get an advantage over Thor, who was always besting him, and now he had lost that advantage.
But, Thor resolved, he wouldn’t let it become a point of bitterness between them. He would make certain Loki knew he was no less loved or valued, just because he was second! He led his started brother back toward the palace. They had a feast to get to!
~*~*~*~
To be continued!

Thor, you smug, insufferable bastard!
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~ Part 4 ~
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The tavern was crowded and loud, and the best place to be after a long day cleaning up the mountain giants that had menaced the South farmland. Their band of warriors had returned from their heroics, had energy left to celebrate, and so celebrate they did!
Thor’s cheer at an arm wrestling match was interrupted by Fandral, dropping dejectedly onto the bench beside him, with his usual dramatic flair. “Alas, another fair partner, already claimed for the night!” He looked forlorn. “What about you, Thor? Has your knot come in yet?”
Thor laughed. “It’s been two days! But when has the lack of a knot stopped me?” He scooped an arm around Fandral’s waist and pulled him close, and marveled once again at how quickly omegas were up and about after giving birth.
Fandral had even been able to go out with them today, for the first time in... six months? Eight? Omegas weren’t to go anywhere too dangerous, of course, but a simple little giant hunt was considered healthy exercise!
“Never!” Fandral agreed, laughing. “But I’ll hit heat soon, if I don’t do something to head it off, and, well... do you think you’ll have a knot by tomorrow?”

Thor snorted, and gave him a playful shove. “I thought you liked your heats? I seem to recall a few dirty ly-“
“Oh, shut up. I like my heats plenty... when Volstagg’s in town.”

“Right.” Thor grimaced sympathy. Volstagg and Fandral weren’t exactly partnered, but... Fandral had an awful lot of redheaded children running about his home.
“Well, I’ll keep you updated.” He thought for a moment. There were only so many alphas... “Did you try Loki?” He tried not to think of which of their omega friends Loki might have fucked, much less bred, but with Volstagg out of town...
Fandral laughed. “I tried, but-“

“CHEATER!” The roar caught Thor’s attention even across the noisy tavern - he always kept track of where his troublesome brother had wandered.

“... he was a bit busy.”
They both jumped up, and Thor pushed through the crowd, Fandral close behind. The omega was always eager for a bit of excitement when he was between pregnancies.

“-without the slightest proof, just because chance is against you! That’s hardly-“
Thor broke through the crowd just in time for the man who seemed to be Loki’s accuser to lunge for him. Just in time for Loki to nimbly dodge out of the way.

Just in time for Loki’s nimble dodge to be blocked by Thor’s arrival.
“Thor, you oaf, get-“

The unlucky gambler did not seem to be put off by this new component, and instead plowed straight into both of them, nearly knocking them off their feet. Thor grabbed him by the collar, and prepared to knock some sense into him-

“Enough!”
Thot’s head jerked up, and he scowled, seeing that the voice had been no trick of his ears. Amora!

The temptress sat there, unmoved, looking somehow elegant, even in this loud tavern, at a table scattered with half empty glasses and too many cards.
She rose to her feet, unhurried. “I won’t have you damaging my omega, Thor. Not unless you’re offering to replace him.” Her eyes swept over him, measuring.

He scowled. “I’m not omega, Amora.”

“Oh? Is that confirmed? Even so, perhaps you’d like one last night under me, hmm?”
Thor growled. Amora had a thing for inexperienced young men, and he wasn’t the only one she held it over, by far.

“Or perhaps you’re offering a trade?” She leaned to the side, to get a good look at Fandral, and smiled. “Hmm, pretty thing? Your big bear’s out of town, isn’t he?”
Loki, probably having anticipated the barb, moved quickly enough to stop Fandral from drawing his sword. “That one’s mine, my lady. And you don’t win a prize for losing at cards.”

“But you do for cheating?”

“I do for winning. Come on.”
Loki left, taking Fandral with him. Thor lingered a few minutes, glaring the two down, being sure they weren’t going to follow. Then, when Amora opened her mouth again, he pointedly turned, and followed.
He caught up with Loki and Fandral outside. Fandral seemed to be keeping especially close to Loki, perhaps wanting to make sure Loki’s claim on him for the night hadn’t just been something he said to irritate Amora. Thor felt a strange, uncomfortable squirm inside at the thought.
“She didn’t catch me!” Loki was saying, indignantly. “She was just guessing! A sore loser!”

“But you were cheating, weren’t you, brother?”

“I was playing strategically! It’s hardly cheating to take advantage of an opponent’s weaknesses!”
“Like an inability to spot slight-of-hand? That is a weakness many of your opponents seem to have.” Fandral teased.

“Yes, yes, everyone would be so much more impressed if I took advantage of their inability to be smashed by a hammer!” Loki waved his hands dramatically.
Thor laughed, and for a moment thought about leaving the two to their walk home, and returning to the tavern to find his own company for the night. He only had so many nights left before he was fully alpha, and he wanted to appreciate them...
But somehow, passing teasing jabs between his brother and friend, as they meandered through the quiet night, seemed far more enticing. In fact, nothing in that tavern seemed to tempt him at all!
~*~*~*~
To be continued!

Coming next: Lust! Denial! Feelings He Should Not Be Having Definitely Not! 😈
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~ Part 5 ~
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Thor woke gradually, buried under his thick, warm blankets.

Mmm. They felt good on his skin. The faint dragging contact, emphasized with every slight shift of his body. The warm, cocooned safety. The light, reassuring pressure of their weight over him.
For a while, he just pulled the blankets a bit higher, and nestled down into his pillow. Oh, he felt good... Really good... He squirmed under the blankets, nerves lighting up at the delicious drag of sensation that caused.
A small gap in the blankets opened near the the small of his back, and he caught his breath and arched back, closing the gap again, at the sensation of cold air like fingers against his sensitive spine.

Oh. This must be it. His changes were beginning to show.
He was still sleep-fogged, and caught up in the sensual pleasure of fabric against his skin, but the thought made it through to him. Yes! He wasn’t barren! It was a fear he had refused to acknowledge, but which had lingered in the back of his mind.
Giddy with relief, Thor turned onto his back, dragging the blankets with him, and let out a soft breath of excitement as he slid a hand down his own chest.

Oh wow, everything really did feel stronger, not just breeding urges! His skin lit up at the touch of more skin.
He teased himself, unhurried, enjoying this languid sensuality, and unexpected sensitivity. He slid his hand to one nipple, brushed against it, then felt the need to pinch it and did so, drawing a small gasp.
Eagerness growing, he tried the other, and shuddered at the wave of pleasure he got as a result. Wow! He’d never gotten much from nipples before, but this was... wow! He carefully teased one fingertip over the tip of his nipple, and felt his whole body tighten and writhe.
And this was just the beginning of his change. Over the next few weeks, it would get even more intense! The thought made Thor dizzy, and he pushed his hand downward, spreading his legs in need.
He stroked over his cock, already mostly hard. He felt the base, but no sign of a knot yet. Well, perhaps... but nothing certain, nothing that might not be wishful thinking. But the sensation was intense, nonetheless, and his hips pushed into his hand of their own accord.
Norns, how did alphas do anything other than stay in bed, or go seeking partners? Loki kept up with his duties and found time to study magic? He should be in bed constantly, enjoying eager, heated omega touches!
Oh, there was a thought. A low groan escaped Thor, as he imagined an omega near heat, in heat, hungrily pulling an alpha down to bed with them. He imagined the alpha’s hands, steady and sure, pushing their thighs apart, to find a slick and ready entrance. Imagined their hand...
His own hand trailed between his legs, and it was only the tiny spark of pain when he probbed his own unprepared entrance that shook him from his fantasy with a jolt.

What!?
He jerked his hand upward, to his balls, the only reason it had to be playing between his legs! But for a few frantic seconds his play was mechanical, unpleasurable.

What...?
No. He pushed thought of it away. He was half asleep anyway! He thought, focused, on the fantasy of a slim, pretty omega under him, begging for his thick knot. Begging, legs spread wide, wet and vulnerable... He kept his hands on his cock, and massaged his balls.
Yes. A pretty, dark haired omega, with clever hands and an even cleverer tongue, with sharp eyes... A needy omega hole being stuffed full, so full, so wonderfully filled with a thick alpha knot... So full, full, fu-
He gasped as he finally came, and it took him some time to catch his breath, with little shudders of aftershock running though him with every twitch of his fingers against his balls.

Yes. Wow. That was...

As he’d expected, he was most certainly alpha!
~*~*~*~*~
To be continued!
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~ Part 6 ~
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When he got to breakfast, Loki was the only one there. Thor paused at the door a moment, amused and charmed. His little brother, attention buried in his reading, was absently taking huge, undignified bites of the roll he held, barely able to chew it all.
Thor put a hand over his mouth to keep from making a noise, but couldn’t stop his grin. Loki was so conscious of his appearance, but he could never seem to help himself around food!
Then Loki seemed to notice him, and jerked his head up as if startled. He swallowed his huge bite. “Thor! I almost- Your scent is changing.”

Thor laughed, and went about gathering a plate of food. “For the better, I hope?” Loki often teased about Thor smelling after battle.
“It can’t possibly be for the worse.” He sniffed deeply, as Thor sat across from him. “You smell... You...” He sniffed again, as if not able to be certain. “Oh...”
Thor snorted. “I smell like soap, hopefully! My knot still isn’t in, if that’s what you’re after.” It was only three days; it would be unusual if it was in, so soon. “But changes are definitely starting! It’s...” He felt a little shiver of remembered lust.
“Oh yes?” There was something faintly guarded in Loki’s tone, a hint of tension. “What changes?”

Thor glanced around, feeling slightly flushed. It wasn’t unusual for them to talk about sex, but... well, he wouldn’t want Mother or Father to walk in. “You know, just... feelings.”
Loki frowned, but didn’t push, and for a moment Thor knew he could drop it there...
But no. He was determined not to let the distance between them remain, or worse, grow wider now that Thor was overtaking Loki once again. He’d sulked and withdrawn when Loki rushed to the temple, it was his fault they’d grown apart! He could damn well open up to this!
“Skin sensitivity, for one. And... wow, people weren’t lying about urges being stronger!”

Loki looked a bit surprised at the answer, but laughed warmly. “No, they weren’t! And your sense of smell?”
Thor sniffed deeply, focusing, and picked up... breakfast. With faint traces of... his own soap. He laughed. “Can definitively tell you that this smells delicious!” He took a big bite of his own.
Loki chuckled. Then his lips curled in that way that meant he was planning a trick. “Of course, the future king of Asgard should seem impressive in all things... Want to smell like an alpha today?”

Thor scoffed. “What, you have a spell that will speed up the change, or...”
His voice trailed off as Loki stood up and rounded the table toward him. Then, suddenly, Loki hugged him.

“Uh... I love you too, brother?”

“Oh, shut up. Stand up, so I can get my scent everywhere!”

OH! Thor laughed, but did stand. “Won’t I just smell like you?”
“We’re brothers; we should smell similar.” Loki kept pressing up against him, and touching, and... Thor looked hard at the breakfast table, trying to distract his recently heightened libido. Wow, this felt... Loki wasn’t doing anything particularly tantalizing, but...
When Loki ordered him to sit, Thor did so quickly, grateful for a way to hide any... unfortunate reactions he might be having. Yes, that was... something to get used to! But he’d managed not to embarrass himself, at least!

Then Loki’s fingers threaded into his hair.
WOW, that felt good!
“Hair carries scent wonderfully.” Loki said, tone academic, either unaware of or ignoring the way Thor had stiffened and forgotten how to breathe. “Actually, let me get my scent in there, then braid it, then if my scent starts fading later you can let it loose for a bit more.”
“Uh- uh huh!” Do not push up into Loki’s hands. Do not writhe. Do NOT moan. Wow, head massages were- Loki’s hands felt- Oh wow, yes!
He was unmistakably flustered by the time Loki sat back down. Loki pretended not to notice. It was probably completely normal for new alphas to be... like this! “There! You’ll smell like an alpha all day!”
“Brilliant, Loki!” he said, weakly. He couldn’t, at the moment, tell if it was at all brilliant, but it seemed like a safe answer. Certainly better than admitting he’s gotten a raging erection from his brother braiding his hair!

Loki, for himself, looked quite pleased about it.
~*~*~*~*~
To be continued!

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