A/N:This story was based on this prompt given to me on tumblr: "Pairing: Thorki Word: Peasents".
The Box
Thor wandered into the room, finding his brother sat in front of what the Midgardians called a 'computer.'
"Brother," his voice boomed, "why do you spend so much time in front of that box?"
"Look, Thor," Loki points to the screen as Thor gently lays a hand on his shoulder, "look at this world I have found. It goes by many names, and is full of many smaller worlds."
"This is the 'internet'?"
"Yes! It is full of lowly peasants, willing to be ruled by one as powerful as I."
Thor grunted and walked around the back of the table on which the 'computer' sat, pulling all the cords out of place.
"Thor, you oaf, must you destroy everything I work for?"
"Come," Thor said, grabbing Loki's forearm and pulling him out of the room. "I will give you something else to work for."
Loki's eyes darkened and a grin spread across his lips, and he raced ahead of his brother to the bedroom.