It's been a very, VERY long time since i've written anything, and because i am far too lazy to find a beta at this point in time, you may just have to deal with my grammatical errors with grace.

Anyway, this isn't slash. I mean, i suppose if you're determined to find Thorki in every story with both of their characters then yes, you'll be pleased... hmm.. anyway.

Recently, i've had loki feels (don't judge) and this is what's coming out.

A violent flash of shimmering blue light and they were gone. Two gods caught up in the air like within a moment's notice. Thor kept tight hold on his brother as they exploded upwards. His younger brother still refused to make eye contact with him; and the mask inhibited all speech or flickering enchantments being laid.

"Loki…" The blond teen called through the halls of the palace at Asgard. "You have not left your room in eight days; I am beginning to presume that you have died and the palace hounds have eaten the eyeballs out of your skull."

The younger prince could practically hear the smirk in his brother's voice. He could see the cocky, self-sure expression that the eldest prince was known for.

The enormous door opened to the barest of cracks and a pair of emerald eyes flickered out. "As if you could be so lucky, brother."

Thor's laugh bellowed throughout the halls, frightening a pair of palace servingwomen and causing the smaller man to wince and roll his eyes.

"Have you locked yourself away to practice your feminine enchantments?" The blonde mocked in good humor, his voice tending towards the overly loud as always.

"My feminine enchantments as you call them are a bit more than wives' tales." Loki commented calmly, stepping forward into the gilded hall and pulling the door shut and sealing it off from the prying eyes of his older brother.

Thor could not remember the last time he had been in his brother's room. He had become more and more private since their time of weapon's training at the age of 11.

"Prove it then, little Loki." He called, eyeing his brother's lithe physique with worry. He had lost more weight, the bones in his cheeks seemed to press against the pale skin in sharp angles.

Loki's deep green eyes narrowed, harsh and irritated all of the sudden. His voice dried and grated out a single word.

"Fine."

Thor paused at the notes in his voice, a frown crossing the normally carefree face. Loki eyed the hall, waiting for the servants to move about and the women to stop staring and ogling his handsome brother.

Three words. That's all it took. Three words uttered in the language of their people before the wars and the falls. Those simple phrases made the hair on the back of Thor's neck stand up on end and a shiver to roll up his spine.

The flames for a hundred feet burst into violent green flames, shooting their sparks up into the roof and filling the air with an acrid smell. Only for a moment, and then they were gone. Returned to normal and without any indication that something had happened other than the slight scorch marks at the roof. Thor's eyes widened and he turned to his brother with shock on his face.

"Perhaps I have underestimated you little brother." He said softly, and Loki fancied that for a split second there was something like respect in those sky blue eyes. "Perhaps I have always underestimated you."

Loki tilted his head and gave his brother a searching look, fingers twitching at his side with otherworldly sparks of magic.

Fandral came rushing around the corner, a tale of some new creature to slaughter on his lips. The moment vanished as the Prince of Asgard exploded with a boastful response and headed toward his friend. Loki watched him go with hooded eyes.

"Perhaps one day" The blond called back, his voice a mighty roar even in his youth. "You will be able to rival my hammer with something more than words."

This has become a series of one shots... well, it has in my computer, so we'll see how this go and then proceed from there.

As always, much love to all of you for reading, if you have any comments or complaints, or just feel like chatting, please feel free..

Later days,

Red