Warnings: Grammar Mistakes, Failed! Fluffiness, OOC (Maybe), and many, many more.
Thor wants his baby brother - who is apparently a few months old, still sucking his thumb like it worth a million stars while coddling and basking himself in the queen's arms with almost non-existence resilient - to like and adore him like no one else. Thor is the firstborn son of Odin. Future king of Asgard, respect by many and one day to be a formidable warrior of all realms.
It is only fair if his new baby brother (His mother so adamantly stated that Loki materialized from inside her like a puff of magic. Thor doesn't understand the reference at all) to worship and be his as if he's the only one deserving Loki's attentions. Part of it is to prove Sif wrong and that he can embrace Loki without actually make him bawl (like the last time).
Another few seconds fly away. His mother still shushes and hums with delight whereas Loki blinks at Frigga, his fingers reaching out to trace his new mother's features with innocent naivety. Thor observes. Waiting for an immediate response from Loki. If Loki begins to sob, he can at least ask his mother to let him calm his little brother.
But Loki doesn't cry. Instead, he makes a gurgle sound at the back of his throat and actually hints a small giggle at Frigga. The queen in return inhales a deep breath. Loki's voice is made out of gold and gem. A true melody in her ears.
Thor sulks. "Mother."
"Yes, my child?"
"Does Loki do not fancy me as I fancy him? He won't even look at me and laugh at me jokes."
She chortles.
"Thor." she ushers him to her side, patting the vacant space on the bed next to her. Thor obliges, still sullen. "Now, it is nothing such as that. Loki doesn't find your jokes to be...dreary. Loki is an infant. A mere little tot. You give him a bowl of gold-plated and he still won't comment on it."
Thor blinks. "Why not, mother?"
"He's still too small and new to the world to understand such a thing."
This time, the prince gapes at his mother, horrified.
"But mother, I want Loki to like me!"
"And he will. Given time, he will." Frigga assures. Her child, she sighs, always such a spoiled little diamond.
Loki stirs from the queen's grasp, quietly reaching out his arm to take a grip of Thor's golden locks. And when he has the string of hair in his tiny palm, Thor winces but tolerate the pain as he's more curious to Loki's purpose.
"Bwahh." Loki waves his hand in the air, eyes lock to the strands trap between his fingers. Frigga's brow quirks. "Loki already adores his big brother." she turns to look at her older son, only to find him grumbling silently.
"What is it, Thor?"
"Loki is fond of my hair rather than he's fond of me." his frown deepens. The jealousy he garners toward his hair is prominent at the moment. What's so special about his hair that Loki seems to be so entranced by it?
Frigga hums, a tad amused.
Loki's eyes flickers softly but continues to play with his new friend, Mr. Hair.
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Thor breaths out in jubilation as he reminisces and shares the not-long-forgotten past with his friends; a bar of Kinder Bueno chocolate clutches between his massive fingers.
Clint's eyes narrow sharply.
Steve remains passive.
Tony snorts, "So you're saying all we need to do is gaga-flashing your Rapunzel hair to lure Loki out from his current evil nest of destruction?"
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Written by Wookie