AN: Sorry that this is so short, I haven't gotten around to writing more yet. This would be approximately twice as long if I had stopped being lazy and just written more today... And I still suck, but oh well :)

There's nothing special about me, really. I'm just a lost little boy, trying to figure out how he got where he did, and trying to find someone to help him make sense of life.

I had thought I found that person. But I guess not.

Because "that person" wouldn't have left so abruptly. "That person" wouldn't have shut me down so quickly that it made my head spin. But he did. He did.

There had been something special between us. Or, I thought so. I mean, he was perfect, with his sandy blonde hair and his blue eyes... And he wasn't really my brother. I tried to justify my actions- and his- using that simple explanation.

But that explanation didn't make him stay, did it? No, no. He left me all the same. Left me in pieces, left me shattered. Left me to put myself back together again. Because no one else would come near me, not after they heard. No one would look me in the eye. He was still the prince, he was still loved. They blamed it all on me.

After I discovered my true heritage, things changed between Thor and I. We were different after that. He started out as a friend. A caring, trustworthy, understanding friend who helped me through the shock of my little discovery.

But things couldn't stay that way. I was searching desperately for "that person", he was right there for me.

And I was never one for rules.

"Loki!" He called through the cavernous halls. He knew where I was. We were both aware of this fact. But he would pretend to be suprised to see me sitting in the library, reading an obscure book and writing notes furiously in a leather-bound journal.

I could hear him walking through the aisles between the towering bookcases, all but running to where he knew I would be. I smiled a little, but kept myself from looking up in anticipation, not wanting to seem too eager. I'd rather seem bored with his games, I'd rather tease him.

"Loki?" He called again, tentatively now.

I looked up briefly, trying to appear disinterested. "Hm?" I flipped the page of the large book in front of me.

"There was something I wanted to tell you," he said, and I knew what was coming. Thor wasn't an idiot, but he was naïve, and I knew him well enough to know how to string him along, how to get the result I desired from him.

"Yes?" I asked, putting my pencil down and turning to face him.

"I just.. Well, I was..." He shrugged awkwardly, unable to express his emotions properly.

"No wonder you have so much luck with the ladies," I said, somewhat sarcastically, though he looked so beautiful when he was flustered, a sight not many had the privledge to see.

"Shut up," he said, punching my shoulder playfully. I laughed, then took a step closer to him and stood on my toes so I was the same height as him.

"Just kiss me already," I whispered.

He did what I asked. Because he loved me, and he trusted me. I loved him all the more for that. No one else here trusted me. Distrust is tolerable, though. I would've rathered that, in hindsight.

I kissed him for a moment, his lips crushing mine clumsily. I could taste the faintest trace of honey inside his mouth, but I forced myself to break the kiss before I became to absorbed in chasing that taste. "Not here," I whispered. "Not now. Later."

"When?" He asked me.

"Tonight. I'll be waiting for you."

"Promise me," he said, almost demanding it.

"Of course," I said without pausing.

He looked at me expectantly, waiting for something? Waiting for- Oh.

I cleared my throat. "I promise," I said, feeling terrible even as I said it, because even if I could keep this promise, could I deal with the consequences? I doubted it, and I regret that promise now.

"Until tonight, then," he said, taking my hand and kissing the back of it gently.

"Someone might see you," I mumbled as he left. "You need to be more careful."

He didn't hear me.

What time is it? I looked at the door nervously for the eleventh time. 'It's dark out, and he should be here by now,' I thought. I started to feel silly about all of this, telling him to meet me here, kissing him, even my plan to make him confess his love for me is starting to feel absurd.

Until he walked through the door, wearing only a light pair of pants, and grabbed me by my dark green tunic.

"Good evening, Thor," I said, surprised.

He just kissed me, all of his embarrassment and nervousness from earlier gone and his usual arrogance in its place. I was his to do as he liked with, and he knew it all to well.

For a short moment, I contemplated putting up a fight, but in the end decided that I didn't have the strength of patience to do so, and kissed him wholeheartedly. I felt safe with his strong arms around me, and I had begun to rely on his touch to keep me sane, a fact I had thought I would never voice.

When he pulled away from my lips, I had to hold back a slight whimper. He stared into my eyes, and I was transfixed by the startling blue of his own. I twisted my fingers into his blonde hair and tried to figure out what he was thinking. Was he wondering if he would regret this? Was he worried about me?

"I love you," I whispered, taking in the beauty of his face with wide eyes.

He lifted a hand and stroked my cheek gently. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"

I laughed quietly. "Has anyone ever told you that you're a hopeless romantic?"

He laughed with me for a moment, then looked at me solemnly. "Loki..."

My heart skipped a beat, out of either excitement or fear. Possibly both.

"I love you too," he said softly. "More than you know, I think."

I couldn't contain myself any longer. I pulled him towards my bed and hoped I wouldn't sleep tonight.