Who: Loki & Thor When: Backdated: Mistletoe Plot Where: They're shared bedroom Rating: Unclear, Mildly High for sexual themes/innuendo, violence :D Warnings: Probably some discussion of mischief and the murder of Asgardians. Loki sort of has a history with mistletoe. Summary: Thor and Loki Status: Closed: Incomplete
Höðr tók mistiltein ok skaut at Baldri at tilvísun Loka. Flaug skotit í gögnum hann ok fell hann dauðr til jarðar. Ok hefir þat mest óhapp verit unnit með goðum ok mönnum
Loki straddled the Asgardian's thigh, he balanced his weight on the staff he had across Thor's chest, held there like a bar, pinning the man's arms. Loki knew that the only reason he was able to stay propped above Thor, pressing his staff closer to the blond's throat, was that he was being allowed - permitted. The staff started to chill in his hands, turning cold against Odinson's skin.
"It's a wonderful time of year, you know. Yule. The Winter festivals, a time for renewal." Loki sat back, shifting his weight and smiling down at Thor. They'd had so much trouble between them with what happened in New York that it was nice to finally make progress at becoming what they used to be. He'd meant it, he'd always meant it, when he said he hadn't wanted to rule or defeat Thor. But only wanted to be his equal. Now, they stood on common ground, they slept in a common bed. Loki would like to be able to think that he'd won. That he now had everything he'd ever wanted, but because he'd had no hand in gaining this ground, he couldn't take the credit. It was frustrating.
"For new promises." Loki said, leaning closer to Thor, pressing the cold staff harder against his brother's chest. "And I believe I owe you a few."