The Pen is Mightier! (penismightier) wrote in chaotic_library, @ 2012-06-08 18:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | g-rated, gen, loki, marvel, short shorts, yuuo, yuuo: marvel |
[Loki, Thor; G] Dream Catcher
Character/Series: Loki, Thor; Marvel Movie Continuity
Rating: G
Notes: Written far pre-Thor, when the boys were still just kids.
Title: Dream Catcher
Author: yuuo
Word Count: 545
Summary: "Loki Laufeyson, you were mine once, you'll be mine again," a voice growled.
"Loki Laufeyson, you were mine once, you'll be mine again," a voice growled. It was cold, so cold, but Loki barely felt it past the ice and snow.
The little boy woke with a start when he fell off his bed, only his feet tangled in blankets. That explained why everything seemed cold, he'd kicked off the blankets.
And fallen out of bed. Right, not telling his brother about that.
The young child (young was relative, he was over two hundred years old, but his race aged slowly) untangled from his blankets, not bothering to straighten his bed as he got up, rubbing a hand over his tired face. Another nightmare. Loki sighed, looking at his bed. He wanted more sleep, but he couldn't get that name out of his head. Laufeyson! He was Odin's son, he was Loki Odinson!
Sigh.
Loki slipped out of his room, making himself unnoticeable to the guards as he made his way down the hall to Thor's room. He opened the door, letting in light.
Thor looked slow to awake, but he woke up, lifting his head to look at the door. "Loki? What is it?"
"May I sleep here tonight?" Loki asked. "My room's cold."
"Your room is cold every time you have a nightmare," Thor said, sitting up to slide over on his bed. He patted the empty space beside him. "What was it this time? Same one?"
Loki shut the door and hurried over to his brother's bed, crawling in under the covers. "Same one. I don't understand, why would anyone call me Laufeyson? I'm your brother, our father's son, same as you."
"You're just having bad dreams," his brother assured him, settling back down on his side to face his younger brother. "Why don't you talk to Father about them?"
Loki scowled. "I don't want to bother him with it, he might be hurt. And I won't tell Mother because she'll just fuss, and you know I hate her fussing."
"Hate it? Whatever, you revel in it, Mama's Boy," Thor teased. "You know you're her favorite."
"Am not," Loki protested, sticking his tongue out as his brother. "You know you're everyone's favorite."
"Maybe so," Thor agreed, "but you're my favorite."
That mollified Loki quite a bit; he hated being in his brother's shadow at the palace, but he had his brother's love, love nobody else got to share, which made him happy.
"Now, I have a question," Thor said, looking at his brother with serious eyes.
Loki blinked. "What is it?"
"What are you going to do when we grow up and you can't hide in my room anymore from nightmares?"
Loki frowned. He didn't want to be that old, but the day would come, he knew it. "I'll deal with it," he said. "But I don't have to right now, so why should I?"
Thor laughed. "Your logic. All right, to sleep with you, and stop throwing the covers off. For someone who hates a cold room, you sure like to throw blankets everywhere."
"I do not either," the younger brother protested.
Thor reached over tiredly and ruffled his brother's hair. "Says you. Now sleep."
Loki curled up tighter against his brother and fell asleep.
He didn't dream after that.