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[Only the door is being filmed, a plain and steady door, nothing more, nothing less. The camera phone appears to be on the floor from the angle and the lovely view of the tile and next to the speaker, one can hear a faint, harsh breathing.

When Loki speaks, his voice is both rough and urgent in a way that strains when one is attempting to mask urgency.] Thor- brother- I have- that is, you can be of some assistance to me.

[An inhaled breath.] Come to my door, present your hand and nothing more, this is imperative, your hand and nothing more. Speak not. Look not. You must follow these instructions, you must. That is how I shall know it is you and not -

[Then the feed cuts.]

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[ It's a show of restraint that, in spite of every other intelligent option, his first thought is to, Asgard help him, actually obey. Even so,he lingers a little past the door, because clearly dangerous territory just like that is a little. Well. Even for him. ]

Loki...? Are you - can you hear me? You are yet there?

[The flat is bathed in artificial darkness, no lights on at all and thick shadows obscuring every hall and doorway and corner. There's movement as Loki jerks back and around the edge of the hall. He hisses-] You great oaf- I said not to enter. Can you not follow the simplest of instructions? Do not enter, do not look, do not speak.

[He does not see the hall, nor the rooms, nor the walls, all Loki can see is frost and briar, hear the tormenting words of his not-family, disowning him. Casting him aside. It eats at him, it is everything he fears and the reason he attempts to disown them first.]

[ A strange sight, made worse for his eyes' wear Loki's obscurity. He blinks away strain and, of course, stumbles in and about. ]

It is hard to do as you say, when I cannot hear well. Come forward. There is... what is this? What have you done?

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[Oh, he well ought to have known better, ought to have locked the door to the blundering fool that he knew was real. The false Thor, the one who called him Jotun and monster and appeared with Frigga to mock and laugh, the one that disappeared into the ice seemed all the more false in comparison to the true Odinson that oafed his way in without obeying a single instruction.]

Cease! You will keep your head turned away, come closer and offer your hand. As I have said.

[ Oh, he will roll his eyes. He will roll them merrily and mightily and until Ragnarok is come.

For now, he will settle on waiting them out, until the overwhelming work of unnatural darkness passes. ]

Do not be a child, my eyes are near blinded. What has come of you, brother?

[ ...and he does inch the littlest bit forward, hand swatting in the air more than giving offer. ]

You are well? Can you rise? Walk?

[Should he see you roll eyes, he will merrily pluck them out and feed them to you.]

They come and they go, they are gone now, perhaps you have frightened the shades off. Now, stand still.

[As Thor nears the corner, Loki stays hidden in the dark of his own making and hesitates but a moment before reaching out and grabbing at Thor's skin, willing away any natural defense mechanism to burn with cold, but rather, willing himself to steal back the tone and warmth of his Aesir flesh.]

[ It is a difficult thing, walking without mumbling and muttering. He does not manage it well. ]

What is the meaning of this...?

[ Loki's grasp surprises - he recoils, instinctively fastening his own hand over Loki's wrist, wary of assault. The tension seeps out of him once he remembers who this is and what this is all about. ]

...brother. [ More the better that he can barely see anything. At least Loki's skittishness warns him to keep his tone gentle. ] Praise to you. You have hunted me well. I am caught. Now, come out.

[Living Aesir flesh, he needed living Aesir flesh. That is why- the only reason why- Thor kept the arm and Loki did not simply freeze it black and cackle at Thor's disability.

How do you intend to wield Mjolnir without hands, Thor? Without hands!]

It works not. [His tone is without malice, the words punched out of him in a gasp of surprise.] This is- Thor it, works not. Leave.

[ His arm stays - pulls - before his other hand grasps at air first, fishing for, then finding purchase on Loki, still hidden beyond. ]

Gladly. [ This is possibly the voice of command. ] And you come with.

[Loki literally digs in his heels and hisses through his teeth.] I shall end you. I shall hack your hair from your head, your arms at the wrist- you shall be a bald amputee, unable to call hammer to hand. Perhaps you shall learn to catch it in your mouth!

[And there was panic, panic like he never knew he could feel because Thor knowing that Loki was Jotun remained a far cry from seeing proof of it. A nebulous concept made real in blue flesh and red eyes. So he struggled and clawed, unable to slip away from that grip and fool Thor with sorcery.]

[ Good struggle. Fine form. It isn't what sees Loki released, but they're noted, once Thor lets go. ]

Hammer to...

[ ...hand. And it does come, because Loki, good and wise and resourceful Loki, you always did have the best of ideas.

Mjölnir answers - fast, due birthright - but it doesn't meet flesh with the first hit, but wall. Hammer, lightning - light. ]

Enough. We leave - [ Another hit. ] - now.

[There's only a moment of surprise when Thor releases him, then resigned dread because he knows what comes next.

Except, there is no time to even laugh at Thor's blundering because Mjolnir has cracked through the ice and wall alike.] You will fix that.

[And Loki moves further down the darkened hall. No. You, leave, Thor.]

[ It is light, and he is happiest for it - at least until the contrast between stark nothingness and sudden vision forces him to blink sorely, and he quietly curses the move.

But he's seen the silhouette of his brother, and at least now he knows which way to follow, "gently" beating on surfaces in passing to gain a bit more light in travel. The walls sometimes crumble - better find that fool before the place comes down. ]

I shall fix the working of your mind until it is well - come here, Loki. You will not like my fist, if it catches your cheek first.

[ And then, because this works on every other Asgardian of merit: ]

Do you flee me like a craven? You fear me? Does Loki scuttle?

[There's an interesting switch of mood within him, annoyance that Thor is literally going to bring the walls down and thus the ceiling upon their very heads. The second is that he lives here and it shall be unlivable if all of this passes, that he will need to kick Thor from his bed and take it for his own and that pleases him slightly in the thought of Thor forced to bed down on the floor with his dogs.]

The only lesson you know is pain, thus I shall teach you in your own means.

[He scoffs, cornered in a room by the lumbering approach of Thor. He refuses to huddle in the closet, but rather draws himself up and is resigned to his eventual discovery, trying to force the dread from his gut.]

Is Thor such a failed hunter that he thinks verbal barbs are as good as arrows to fell his prey?

[ Verbal... ba... no, he did not think so far. And it does not matter, the sound of fast footsteps waning, betraying that Loki's stayed. ]

You forget it is Sif who hunts. I only -

[ He beats the wall as he enters the room, spreading flickers of light within it for all of a moment -

...and stills, mouth slightly agape, no sound escaping. Mjolnir nearly falls; he catches it intuitively, kneeling, then standing to form without staring away from Loki, even when darkness returns, and he calls on the image from memory, rather than sight. ]

[He knows it is coming and he cannot look away, can only school his features to something neutral. His voice is strange to his own ears when he finally says.] You only take credit? Or perhaps that is not what you prefer to hunt. Perhaps your preferred quarry is here. A Son of Laufey.

[All Loki sees is ice, ice around them, dark frost, shadows of his own making. His eyes slip closed for a moment, glad that Thor cannot see.]

Shall I take away the shadows now, brother, or would you prefer to forget what you have seen? Pretend it was a trick of the dark and your eyes.

[ There are things to speak and more to keep silent, and both counts spell his duty.

He must say something. He must say something, and it must be right, and yet his tongue is heavy, the mouth is dry, and the lips run cracked. He should drink a little wine, that would be of help. Some wine, take a sit, perhaps sleep. Then, if at any time, this. Later. Much later.

Finally: ]

I mean to touch you. Will you allow it?

[That is wholly unexpected and thus a good thing to say. Loki processes the request for a moment, then inclines his head.

Realizes Thor cannot see it and says aloud-] You may.

[His voice is the epitome of calm (lies!), it wavers and hitches, but he keeps the words level because this is such a fragile thing right now that the smallest thing will shatter it to pieces that can never be mended.]

[ It's a walk of eleven paces, three stumbles, and one loss of balance. Thor keeps their each count, and somehow prevails to cover distance without falling and trading teeth.

Loki is thankfully easier to discover: the left hand finds him first (a strong shoulder, for all he is so little). Then comes the awkward patting, mapping down Loki's face, until finally all fingers settle across his temples, running over his head to... take measure. ]

...good. [ Satisfied laughter.] You have not grown, as does our green friend.

[ His tone keeps low, conspiratorial. ]

I have made you a helm. It will not go with your new colour, but it will yet fit. I am pleased.

[Loki hears the stumbles. He can hear everything since he is holding his breath. When Thor finally reaches him, when that overly large, overly warm hand clasps his shoulder, Loki finally exhales. He holds still at the patting, the awkward touch on face and head, then chuffs.]

You would dislike to be out muscled, I think.

[That tone contorts his expression and it is a long minute before Loki can speak without his traitorous voice showing the emotion he feels.]

I shudder to ask what mockery you have done.

[But he is extending his own arm, clasping a hand to the back of Thor's neck and squeezing lightly.]

[ His neck could be wrung.

It is no brave thought, and he does not take pride in it, but his shoulders stiffen considerably, before he forces them loosened under Loki's careful grasp. This is not the enemy - only he who bears the face of one. ]

It is fine. Fine work. You will like it, it only pokes one of your eyes.

[ Hesitantly, his own arm comes over Loki's shoulder, drawing him close as one might a brother who has never, in fact, tried to kill you. ]

But you cannot laugh or find fault with it. I have carved long, and friend bear has found me twig. Or found himself twig, and I have found twig off him, it is no matter. Come. Come see your helm.

[Loki feels that stiffening of Thor's shoulders and neck and his breath stutters to a halt, body going still. He very nearly pulls away when Thor relaxes, not wishing the Thunderer to take pride in having forced himself to be touched so boldly by a monster.

Then Thor's hand is there, on his own neck and Loki finds his chest no longer tight, himself able to breathe once more. It is an odd thing, he has felt so murderous of Thor, and so recently. He could feel in his blood the want to hurt the Odinson, but he had to steel himself in an the sole effort that might have injured him the most grievously. He still wishes to break Thor's jaw, but the desire for more serious bodily harm has lessened.

And there are other things. The like in his brother's warm grip, the light conversation. He will slay himself if this turns to gratitude, he refuses.]

I shall laugh at it if I see fit, though if one of us ought to lose an eye, it should well be you.

[ On any other occasion, he might be quick to give the say that steering a man of Loki's dimension is the same as trudging along with a twig. It is - somehow - more difficult now, for all his brother doesn't give straight opposition.

Still, he directs them very slowly to start on the path to the door. Short, small steps. Mustn't go noticed. ]

Hah! Then, if it pleases you and it is kind on the eye, shall I also be he to keep it? Is it mine by right, then?

[Loki does notice. His poor fool of a brother, thinking himself stealthy with Loki caught in his own thoughts. But he allows Thor to lead him, the only sense that he might have an idea is the way Loki's other hand seeks out Thor's shoulder and tightens in the cloth there. ]

Helm or eye? I think I would keep your eye if you lost it.

[ Good brother, lamb led away from slaughter. Trust the golden retriever, he has good instincts - whenever he's not directing them towards walls. He knew he'd meant to take them down for a reason. ]

I would wear a proud patch, like -

[ He remembers just in time to quiet himself. Odin is traditionally not the best topic of their conversation. ]

...hold. What would you do with the eye?

[He has good instincts for finding walls, but Loki, for once, withholds comment, only digging fingertips into Thor's clothes and flesh, physically voicing the need to hold on though he does not speak it aloud. Does not acknowledge it at all.]

The other eye, then. Perhaps you would be wiser.

[It's as conciliatory and non-insulting as he gets since Thor skirts the issue himself without pressing.]

Whatever I pleased. Perhaps eat it, if I so wished.

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that thing they call 'action'

More like Loki hiding behind a door and cursing Thor's inability to follow instructions.

hey, bro, don't be blue

You can't just say don't be blue to someone, Thor. OMG.

I heard blue!Loki does car commercials in Japan. After taking it over.

Moshi moshi, blue man desu ka?

No, this is Patrick.

Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? ADOLF HITLER.

......Sebastian never mentioned that.

It's a secret.

....always dem secrets.

in pineapples...under the dea

....yes, Loki. Pineapples. Under the sea.

I know where you sleep, Odinson.

Not if he takes down their sleeping quarters!

He's going to paint Mjolnir pink =|

If he can lift it! ( Hint: he can't :' D )

He wouldn't need to. He'd just paint the parts that are showing!

a job half done!

Good enough.

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