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Sleep softly slipped from him despite the early hours, and Loki opened his eyes, blinking a few times to get his vision back to normal. He let out a quiet yawn, stretching out on the bed and feeling Thor's hand slip from across his stomach as he did so. Keeping his eyes closed for just a moment, he let them wander to the other side of the bed and took in the form of his still-sleeping brother. Thor lay on his stomach, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other resting somewhat awkwardly after having slipped away from Loki. Loki turned onto his side, bringing his hand to support his head up as he took in the smallest details of his brother's figure, and to where the covers had slipped from his body sometime during the night and rested just below the dimples of his lower back. A smile played on Loki's face as took him in. How slightly strange it still felt to wake up in the morning like this and the man lying next to him, whose arms he had fallen asleep in the night before, was the one he had played with as a child.
Loki thought back to his earliest memories, to when they had shared a room together, their beds not far from each other. He remembered many nights he had woken up from a bad dream, or the loud thunder just outside their bedroom window had startled him awake, and how he had tip-toed as quickly as he could over to Thor's side and crawling into bed with his older brother. It never mattered what he had dreamed about, or how bad the weather was, he always found comfort lying curled up next to his brother, whose arm always tucked around him in a protective manner, the big brother protecting his younger sibling. "S'okay, Loki, s'just a thunder," Thor had mumbled through his sleep, moving a little to make more room for his little brother, though Loki never took up much space wherever he was. Loki had curled up tightly against him, holding onto Thor's night-shirt as he slowly drifted back to sleep. And in the morning, they would wake, and Loki might mumble an apology, thinking he was getting too old to be still afraid of the thunder, or even his nightmares, but Thor had always brushed it off with a soft smile and a small kiss to the top of Loki's head. "You know I'll always be here to keep you safe. It's what big brothers are for, right?"
It was almost an overbearing thought as to how things had turned out. How this man, sleeping so casually beside him, was the one who had sometimes tucked him in at night, when Loki had refused to go to bed without Thor staying in his bed and reading to him, his brother, who was ever so patient with his childish quirks and everything that followed, the one who would go with him into the forest nearby their house for a whole day, just looking at whatever nature had to offer, instead of playing with his friends.

Stirring from his torrent of thoughts and memories, Loki leaned closer to his brother and placed a gentle kiss to his shoulder, pulling back as Thor stirred slightly, withdrawing his arm and placing it under the pillow along with the other. Loki grinned and stayed still for a moment, just watching him, before slowly sliding out of bed and moving toward the closet. Inspecting its content for a moment, he reached in and pulled out one of Thor's sweater and pulled it over his thin frame. It was clean and smelled of lovely fabric softener, but despite that, Thor's scent still reached him and on impulse, Loki pulled it close to his face, breathing in his scent as he silently exited the bedroom, closing the door carefully and stepping toward the balcony for his morning smoke.

Once finished, he immediately stepped into the kitchen upon another impulse, though not sure what he was getting himself into as he searched for all the needed ingredients for... for what? He wasn't exactly sure yet, he just knew he wanted to make Thor something, bring it to him in bed. Pancakes? Yes, pancakes. They should be simple enough? Had he ever actually made pancakes? Oh yes, he once helped his mother a long, long time ago and thinking on it, he vaguely remembered the recipe. He almost laughed at how he could still remember it, how useless it seemed to be. No, not useless, not anymore. Although the final result would be somewhat of a mystery, but hey, he could give it a try. It might give Thor something to laugh about if he woke up to the loud sound of the fire alarm as Loki might end up setting burning them. But, he was happy, he wanted to do something nice for his brother, and well, what more was there to it?

Surely the mix shouldn't be so lumpy? Ah, to hell with it. Onto the pan with it.

Some time later, after many attempts thrown into the trash for being too blackened to eat, Loki finished with an all right pile on a plate and after some time digging around in the fridge, he resurfaced with a box of strawberries and syrup, busying himself with making a smiley face on the top pancake, giggling quietly at himself for how ridiculous this all seemed, how he thought not too long ago he would consider all this work and effort pointlessly romantic and silly, and he had never considered himself as the type to go through with all of this. But then again, he had never believed himself to be even capable of feeling what he felt, both now and ever since his first sober kiss with Thor. Everything had simply been going uphill since then. So what did it matter a little gesture of romance? Grinning, he took a step back to admire his artwork and once shook his head before going around to look for a tray. Placing the plate of pancakes on it, along with freshly brewed coffee, he picked up the tray and carried it into the bedroom, placing it on Thor's bedside table before slipping into bed next to his brother. He placed a hand to his shoulder and reached down to kiss his cheek, slowly stirring him from sleep. "Morning, brother," he said softly, smiling down at him as he watched Thor slowly open his eyes. "Mm?" Thor mumbled, eyes unfocused for a moment as most of his sleep left him. "Hey," Thor said, his voice thick with sleep, and he reached an arm over to wrap it around Loki, pulling him closer.

"I made you breakfast," Loki said, nuzzling in the nook of Thor's neck, breathing in his scent. He felt almost dizzy, breathing in his whole presence, how real he felt in his arms.

"You what?"

"Breakfast. You. Pancakes."

"Pancakes? You made pancakes?" Thor pulled from Loki to look at him with a mixture of question and amusement in his eyes and voice.

"Yes. They're right there on your nightstand."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to."
"Because you --" Thor laughed, his laughter deep and low, and it made Loki's heart jump, drawing a bigger smile from him.

"You are a constant surprise, brother," Thor grinned at the young man in his arms, and Loki simply shrugged and sat up on the bed. Thor followed and glanced over at the table and laughed again. "You weren't lying. You really did make pancakes. Mm, smells good."

"Go on, try them."

Thor sat up more fully, reaching over and pausing as he noticed the simple decoration on top. "A smiley face? Really, Loki?"

"Shut up and try it before making fun of me."

"I'm not making fun of you," Thor laughed. "Simply admiring your decoration skills."

"They are admirable, aren't they?"

"Very."

"Go on, then," Loki said, eager for his brother to try it. He had tasted it earlier, and they had tasted all right but then again, Loki was used to all kinds of crappy food, so he wasn't exactly the expert on telling what was good or not.

Thor reached over and picked one up, grinning over at Loki, who not only felt eager, but appeared eager as well. He made no comment on it and took a large bite, savoring every inch of it in his mouth and despite having had no time to form any level of expectation, it did taste delicious and his eyes widened for a moment as the sweetness of the syrup exploded in his mouth.
Mouth still full, Thor smiled over at his brother and nodded. "They're really good."

"Really?" Loki smiled a bigger smile even, sitting back on the bed, satisfied with that comment.

"Yup. Really sweet." Thor took another bite. "Though not as sweet as you."

It was Loki's turn to laugh. "Shut up."

"What? You're being romantic, why can't I?"

"There's a difference between being romantic and sappy."

"And making pancakes with a smiley face for me in the morning isn't sappy?"

Loki laughed again and silenced his brother from further comments with a kiss, tasting the sweet syrup on his lips, running his tongue along it for a better taste. "You're right. They are really good."

"Mmm," Thor chuckled softly, slowly losing himself in his brother's kiss as he leaned back on the bed, his arms wrapped around him to pull him down on top of him.

"So what brought all this on?" Thor asked. "I'm curious. You never were the sentimental kind."

Loki shrugged and ran a finger along Thor's collarbone. "I don't know. I just wanted to... do something. After all you've done for me."

"After all I've done for you? Such as?" Thor asked, yet again looking genuinely curious.

"Just... everything. Being here. With me." Loki didn't meet his brother's eyes, just followed his finger as it brushed softly over Thor's skin.

Thor was quiet for a moment, a thoughtful smile playing on his mouth. "You know... after everything, I know this is where I belong. There was never anywhere else for me but here, with you, and there never will be."

Loki met his eys for a moment, something in his eyes that Thor couldn't quite read, but after a few seconds Loki's face broke into a little grin, leaning down and brushing his lips against Thor's. "Who's sentimental now?" he said softly before catching his brother's lips in a kiss. Thor's arms tightened around Loki as their kiss deepened with soft sighs, and he rolled them over onto their sides, Loki's leg draped over Thor's, bodies tangled together. Thor's hand moved up the nape of Loki's neck, fingers curling in his brother's hair, whilst the other moved under the sweater to feel his skin. Breaking the kiss after a long while, Thor glanced over at his brother. "Are you wearing my sweater?"

"Yes."

"One might think you lack clothes of your own."

"I don't. I just like wearing yours. They smell nice."

"They smell nice?"

"Mhm," Loki said as he buried his face in the curve of Thor's neck. "It makes me happy."

"Then by all means, wear them always."

"I think I will."

Thor tilted his head slightly to catch his brother's lips again, knowing he would never get enough of them, or how perfectly they seemed to fit against his own. Almost like they were made for him. The same was with how Loki's fingers felt entwined with his own, he thought as he slid his hand from under his sweater and took hold of Loki's hand. How perfect he was, how perfectly perfect and perfectly his. They were made for each other and nothing would stand in their way. With each other was where they both belonged.

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Sleep softly slipped from him despite the early hours, and Loki opened his eyes, blinking a few times to get his vision back to normal. He let out a quiet yawn, stretching out on the bed and feeling Thor's hand slip from across his stomach as he did so. Keeping his eyes closed for just a moment, he let them wander to the other side of the bed and took in the form of his still-sleeping brother. Thor lay on his stomach, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other resting somewhat awkwardly after having slipped away from Loki. Loki turned onto his side, bringing his hand to support his head up as he took in the smallest details of his brother's figure, and to where the covers had slipped from his body sometime during the night and rested just below the dimples of his lower back. A smile played on Loki's face as took him in. How slightly strange it still felt to wake up in the morning like this and the man lying next to him, whose arms he had fallen asleep in the night before, was the one he had played with as a child.
Loki thought back to his earliest memories, to when they had shared a room together, their beds not far from each other. He remembered many nights he had woken up from a bad dream, or the loud thunder just outside their bedroom window had startled him awake, and how he had tip-toed as quickly as he could over to Thor's side and crawling into bed with his older brother. It never mattered what he had dreamed about, or how bad the weather was, he always found comfort lying curled up next to his brother, whose arm always tucked around him in a protective manner, the big brother protecting his younger sibling. "S'okay, Loki, s'just a thunder," Thor had mumbled through his sleep, moving a little to make more room for his little brother, though Loki never took up much space wherever he was. Loki had curled up tightly against him, holding onto Thor's night-shirt as he slowly drifted back to sleep. And in the morning, they would wake, and Loki might mumble an apology, thinking he was getting too old to be still afraid of the thunder, or even his nightmares, but Thor had always brushed it off with a soft smile and a small kiss to the top of Loki's head. "You know I'll always be here to keep you safe. It's what big brothers are for, right?"
It was almost an overbearing thought as to how things had turned out. How this man, sleeping so casually beside him, was the one who had sometimes tucked him in at night, when Loki had refused to go to bed without Thor staying in his bed and reading to him, his brother, who was ever so patient with his childish quirks and everything that followed, the one who would go with him into the forest nearby their house for a whole day, just looking at whatever nature had to offer, instead of playing with his friends.

Stirring from his torrent of thoughts and memories, Loki leaned closer to his brother and placed a gentle kiss to his shoulder, pulling back as Thor stirred slightly, withdrawing his arm and placing it under the pillow along with the other. Loki grinned and stayed still for a moment, just watching him, before slowly sliding out of bed and moving toward the closet. Inspecting its content for a moment, he reached in and pulled out one of Thor's sweater and pulled it over his thin frame. It was clean and smelled of lovely fabric softener, but despite that, Thor's scent still reached him and on impulse, Loki pulled it close to his face, breathing in his scent as he silently exited the bedroom, closing the door carefully and stepping toward the balcony for his morning smoke.

Once finished, he immediately stepped into the kitchen upon another impulse, though not sure what he was getting himself into as he searched for all the needed ingredients for... for what? He wasn't exactly sure yet, he just knew he wanted to make Thor something, bring it to him in bed. Pancakes? Yes, pancakes. They should be simple enough? Had he ever actually made pancakes? Oh yes, he once helped his mother a long, long time ago and thinking on it, he vaguely remembered the recipe. He almost laughed at how he could still remember it, how useless it seemed to be. No, not useless, not anymore. Although the final result would be somewhat of a mystery, but hey, he could give it a try. It might give Thor something to laugh about if he woke up to the loud sound of the fire alarm as Loki might end up setting burning them. But, he was happy, he wanted to do something nice for his brother, and well, what more was there to it?

Surely the mix shouldn't be so lumpy? Ah, to hell with it. Onto the pan with it.

Some time later, after many attempts thrown into the trash for being too blackened to eat, Loki finished with an all right pile on a plate and after some time digging around in the fridge, he resurfaced with a box of strawberries and syrup, busying himself with making a smiley face on the top pancake, giggling quietly at himself for how ridiculous this all seemed, how he thought not too long ago he would consider all this work and effort pointlessly romantic and silly, and he had never considered himself as the type to go through with all of this. But then again, he had never believed himself to be even capable of feeling what he felt, both now and ever since his first sober kiss with Thor. Everything had simply been going uphill since then. So what did it matter a little gesture of romance? Grinning, he took a step back to admire his artwork and once shook his head before going around to look for a tray. Placing the plate of pancakes on it, along with freshly brewed coffee, he picked up the tray and carried it into the bedroom, placing it on Thor's bedside table before slipping into bed next to his brother. He placed a hand to his shoulder and reached down to kiss his cheek, slowly stirring him from sleep. "Morning, brother," he said softly, smiling down at him as he watched Thor slowly open his eyes. "Mm?" Thor mumbled, eyes unfocused for a moment as most of his sleep left him. "Hey," Thor said, his voice thick with sleep, and he reached an arm over to wrap it around Loki, pulling him closer.

"I made you breakfast," Loki said, nuzzling in the nook of Thor's neck, breathing in his scent. He felt almost dizzy, breathing in his whole presence, how real he felt in his arms.

"You what?"

"Breakfast. You. Pancakes."

"Pancakes? You made pancakes?" Thor pulled from Loki to look at him with a mixture of question and amusement in his eyes and voice.

"Yes. They're right there on your nightstand."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to."
"Because you --" Thor laughed, his laughter deep and low, and it made Loki's heart jump, drawing a bigger smile from him.

"You are a constant surprise, brother," Thor grinned at the young man in his arms, and Loki simply shrugged and sat up on the bed. Thor followed and glanced over at the table and laughed again. "You weren't lying. You really did make pancakes. Mm, smells good."

"Go on, try them."

Thor sat up more fully, reaching over and pausing as he noticed the simple decoration on top. "A smiley face? Really, Loki?"

"Shut up and try it before making fun of me."

"I'm not making fun of you," Thor laughed. "Simply admiring your decoration skills."

"They are admirable, aren't they?"

"Very."

"Go on, then," Loki said, eager for his brother to try it. He had tasted it earlier, and they had tasted all right but then again, Loki was used to all kinds of crappy food, so he wasn't exactly the expert on telling what was good or not.

Thor reached over and picked one up, grinning over at Loki, who not only felt eager, but appeared eager as well. He made no comment on it and took a large bite, savoring every inch of it in his mouth and despite having had no time to form any level of expectation, it did taste delicious and his eyes widened for a moment as the sweetness of the syrup exploded in his mouth.
Mouth still full, Thor smiled over at his brother and nodded. "They're really good."

"Really?" Loki smiled a bigger smile even, sitting back on the bed, satisfied with that comment.

"Yup. Really sweet." Thor took another bite. "Though not as sweet as you."

It was Loki's turn to laugh. "Shut up."

"What? You're being romantic, why can't I?"

"There's a difference between being romantic and sappy."

"And making pancakes with a smiley face for me in the morning isn't sappy?"

Loki laughed again and silenced his brother from further comments with a kiss, tasting the sweet syrup on his lips, running his tongue along it for a better taste. "You're right. They are really good."

"Mmm," Thor chuckled softly, slowly losing himself in his brother's kiss as he leaned back on the bed, his arms wrapped around him to pull him down on top of him.

"So what brought all this on?" Thor asked. "I'm curious. You never were the sentimental kind."

Loki shrugged and ran a finger along Thor's collarbone. "I don't know. I just wanted to... do something. After all you've done for me."

"After all I've done for you? Such as?" Thor asked, yet again looking genuinely curious.

"Just... everything. Being here. With me." Loki didn't meet his brother's eyes, just followed his finger as it brushed softly over Thor's skin.

Thor was quiet for a moment, a thoughtful smile playing on his mouth. "You know... after everything, I know this is where I belong. There was never anywhere else for me but here, with you, and there never will be."

Loki met his eys for a moment, something in his eyes that Thor couldn't quite read, but after a few seconds Loki's face broke into a little grin, leaning down and brushing his lips against Thor's. "Who's sentimental now?" he said softly before catching his brother's lips in a kiss. Thor's arms tightened around Loki as their kiss deepened with soft sighs, and he rolled them over onto their sides, Loki's leg draped over Thor's, bodies tangled together. Thor's hand moved up the nape of Loki's neck, fingers curling in his brother's hair, whilst the other moved under the sweater to feel his skin. Breaking the kiss after a long while, Thor glanced over at his brother. "Are you wearing my sweater?"

"Yes."

"One might think you lack clothes of your own."

"I don't. I just like wearing yours. They smell nice."

"They smell nice?"

"Mhm," Loki said as he buried his face in the curve of Thor's neck. "It makes me happy."

"Then by all means, wear them always."

"I think I will."

Thor tilted his head slightly to catch his brother's lips again, knowing he would never get enough of them, or how perfectly they seemed to fit against his own. Almost like they were made for him. The same was with how Loki's fingers felt entwined with his own, he thought as he slid his hand from under his sweater and took hold of Loki's hand. How perfect he was, how perfectly perfect and perfectly his. They were made for each other and nothing would stand in their way. With each other was where they both belonged.