Cold Nights
A/N: ((HAHA. FUCK. HELLO NEW FANDOM. NICE TO MEET YOU)).
Apparently I'm now on an Avengers/Thor streak.
Welcome to 'Tales of Michief', a Loki oneshot collection!
If you can't guess from this collection, my pretty much favourite character is Loki. So, these are a load of Loki oneshots that I've ended up writing. Most of them will probably be childhood fics, with brotherly!Thor/Loki in bucketfuls. Some may be set with the Avengers, but mostly I'll probably work with the time period in 'Thor' and before that. There might be some angsty things, but it all depends.
Also, probably important to mention that I don't read the comics, so I don't know what canon they might have over there. This is strictly movie-verse, so if something I write contradicts comic!canon I'm sorry, but I honestly don't know about it. Okay.
You can read ahead now. I hope you enjoy :)
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Loki jumped awake, a strangled cry of fear forcing its way from his mouth. It was the nightmares again, and this was another old familiar - Thor leading a battle on Jotunheim and being defeated, leaving Loki alone in the cold and the ice and the snow, surrounded by monsters with frozen blue skin and angered red eyes. Although Loki doubted that any such defeat would occur, the bite of the frost on his skin always felt so real that he could not help but fear it becoming truth.
The young boy blinked around in the darkness of his room, the leftover nerves from his bad dream keeping his eyes open and steering him from the brink of sleep, a sleep that he knew he would not achieve as long as the cool air of the night could seep through his blankets and into his dreams. Quietly, Loki padded from his room and into the next, where his brother slept soundly. After a moment's deliberation as to whether he should wake his older brother or not, Loki decided to simply tip-toe quietly to the bed, and wriggle himself under the covers, feeling the warmth his brother's body generated next to him.
Beside him, Thor stirred, moving in his bed first away from Loki, and then there was a low grumble as he turned over towards him and pushed himself up slightly.
"Brother?" he asked groggily, reaching over to place a hand on Loki's upper arm.
"Yes, it is just me." He replied softly. Thor recognised the fear, hidden slightly by shame, in his voice.
"Nightmares again?"
"Yes..." Loki mumbled, burying himself deeper within the warm cocoon of blankets. Thor lay back down and pressed himself against his brother's back, wrapping his arms around him in a comforting embrace. They lay like that for a while, before Thor pulled back slightly, repressing a shudder.
"You are always so cold to the touch, brother." He muttered, rubbing Loki's arm through his nightclothes in an attempt to warm him up. Loki pulled himself up out of the bed and walked out silently, not a word uttered or a glance in Thor's direction. The eldest sat up, frowning, thinking he had somehow offended Loki; he had not meant to, after all, but he worried after his brother sometimes. His hands were always cold, and although he seemed able to stand the winters, the hottest of summer's days did not always fair him well – his skin burnt quickly in the sun and he suffered easily from heatstroke. Since he was always so cold, Thor always worried that he could easily catch a chill, especially in the cool of the night. It was just another of Loki's little quirks, as far as Thor was concerned. But then, Loki never did like to be reminded of the little things that made him different.
"You do not have to leave, brother, you may stay. I meant no offence." He called quietly after him, but Loki just continued and left the room, turning back towards his own. Thor stayed sat up in his bed, wondering if he should follow after his brother or if he should give him space – Loki was always one to sit alone and quietly amuse himself with tricks or books, yet he had come to seek comfort, and so Thor thought as to what the best course of action would be.
Just as he had decided he had better follow, Loki returned, this time with a few blankets from his own bed, and once again walked silently over to Thor's bed. He peeled back the covers of Thor's bed, lay down, and then wrapped himself in his blankets and pulled Thor's back over him. The eldest smiled and once again wrapped his arms around his brother, the cold of his skin not detectable through the added layers, and Loki nestled himself back into the embrace. Thor could not see his face through the heavy darkness, but his body was relaxed and his breathing steady and slowing.
"Sleep well little brother, may your dreams treat you kindly." He murmured quietly into Loki's ear, tightening his grip slightly and nuzzling into his brother's hair as he settled himself down to sleep.
"And may the same be for you, brother." Loki whispered in reply, letting his eyes flutter shut, taking comfort from the warm embrace of Thor's arms and the protection from the ever-feared cold they provided. He fell asleep to the soft, steady breathing of his brother and slept soundly.
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A/N: I love brotherly!Thor/Loki. As much as they're an okay pairing, I just love them being brothers and cuteness and yeah.
So yeah, enjoy this whatever-it-is and do whatever you want. You may review if you so wish. Whatever. I just wrote it cause it was in my head and I decided 'WHY THE FUCK NOT'. And uploaded for basically the same reason. YUP. KAY. BYE GUYS.