"Thor, what is this?"
The dark-haired man glares at his 'brother', but doesn't quite get the message through; the burly blonde is too busy slicking his hair back. Jade eyes watch as headstrong prince attempts at spiking his hair at the tips by his collar. "Thor, what are you doing?"
He finally looks up from his work, his crystal eyes resting on my lean body leant up against his door frame. "I'm getting ready for 'Hallo-ween'! Come, Loki, join me!"
Loki arches a perfect eyebrow. "Join you? In what?"
"In the act of 'dressing up' and going out asking for sweets, of course!" He is ecstatic as he drags his brother into the room.
"Then why... Why Thor, are you dressed up as me?" Loki is utterly confused. His blonde companion wears the same as he; golden braces, helmet and all. He has even styled his hair to match.
Thor cares not for Loki's opinion. "Because it means that you will have to dress up like me."
Loki jerks away. His mind is whirring, refusing such a possibility. Loki, dressing up as Thor? Since when had Thor lost his mind? "No." He says bluntly, none of his utter helplessness showing outwardly.
"Yes brother! Join me in the celebration! We will go walking the streets asking for sweets!" The blonde darts forward and grabs Loki's hand again, and the last calm though in his head is:
Damn you, Tony Stark.
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Around an hour later, Loki swears that he had been killed and has now been sent to hell. "You're all finished!" Thor's excited yell echoes in the fire-lit room as he prances around his brother's fuming form. He is definitely not amused. His lean frame is no longer clad in his usual garb; but instead in an exact replica (only to size) of his brother's. Long red cloak, silver chest plate, red and silver braces, even a fake Mjolnir. But what he was most disturbed and furious about, was that Thor had re-style his hair. Yup, you heard right. Thor had re-done Loki's slicked back style into more of a messy, Thor-style.
Now, completely oblivious to his sibling's fury, the lightning-user straightens his own hair before re-adjusting his coat. "Now brother, we shall go! Our costumes are complete; therefore we need not wait longer!"
Loki's body is coiled to spring. Not that Thor notices. His hands are curling into claws. Not that Thor notices. The fire in his eyes rages silently. Not that Thor notices.
"Thor?"
"Yes, Loki?"
"Run."