I'm sorry, I don't know how not to make this pairing angsty. I've read fabulous fluffy fanfics, so its proven to be possible, just difficult I guess. In the end, Loki just needs a big hug, some hot choco, and a teddy bear if he swears not to destroy it.
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Brother
"Brother" one simple word spoken.
Thor was all bulk and muscles while Loki was lean and skinny. Even their entwined fingers were not one bit alike. Tan with pale, heat against cold, calloused around smooth. Loki stood completely still, appearing disinterested, but curiosity allowing the situation to continue. Thor was fiercely serious, eyes searched for the soul in Loki's emotionless stare. A breath apart they stood, yet their hearts were worlds apart.
"Brother" the word is repeated, said like an unspoken plead.
A scoff that holds naught more than a response. And Loki recited those words, those words that have long lost their vengeance.
"I am not your brother" Loki's eyes are cold much like the rest of him. Thor shook his head, he does not understand, he tries but he cannot. They grew up together. They love each other, or at least Loki did but Thor still does. Is that not what brothers are? Why does race and blood matter so much to Loki?
Loki knows Thor's turmoil but he cannot explain it, not out loud at least, through his actions possibly, but not in ways Thor would comprehend. Thor has not experienced being the lesser of the two. He has never experienced anything but being the very best.
"Let me bring you home" this had been uttered time after time, each as serious and sincere as the first. Thor had always admired Loki's great intellect, but now he feared it, Loki thought too much for his own good. Thor hid nothing in those words, except his emotions. He knew Loki well enough to know that, if Loki knew his feelings, all would break. There were two very different ways Loki would act. One, he might manipulate those emotions against Thor. But the worst of the two, Loki might run and this time not want to be found.
Loki savored with the word before spiting it out. The word 'home' no longer existed in his dictionary. He used to live in the Asgardian palace but that was never home. Loki did not fit in, could not, he tried, and eventually gave up. It was not home then and it definitely is not his home now. The only difference being the new knowledge of his Jotun blood.
Thor hurt, but Loki was beyond hurting. He was frozen to the core. Thor hoped that he was all Loki needed, that he would become Loki's home, that his love would melt the ice in Loki, that his Loki would return to him.
In a haze on uncontrollable emotions, Thor closed his eyes and wrapped his warms around his love. Thor only understands how to express himself through actions. While he is uncomfortable with words that Loki might twist, Loki dislikes actions, the feelings too raw and almost tangible.
So Loki did what Loki does best, he disappeared. And a tear slipped past Thor's eyelid when his arms came in contact with nothing but cold air. Thor had wrecked everything again.