It didn't matter anymore.
It never did.
They just didn't care.
The Avengers were all drunk.
They knew what they were doing was on purpose.
And they revelled in every breathing moment of it.
He stared, stared at those wintered-green eyes, those eyes that shone with tears, and that crawled down his pale skin. His warm battle-calloused fingers came to wipe them, their lips parted for a moment. There were no voices to be heard, just the music playing in background and the midnight skyline of the city to light up their faces. The lights inside had grown dimmer and they could hear the whispers of the electric track near the end.
It didn't matter though.
Nothing did at that spectacular, breath-taking, brilliant moment.
Because Loki realized what was happening.
And because Thor realized it too.
The world had started to break, crumble, into the mirror that was Thor's eyes. The trickster's reflection was unhindered by the shadow that his past had created, that the Asgardians had made for him, the doomed fate he believed to be his.
It was all so simple.
Loki knew Thor had loved him, taking advantage of it even, but somehow, by some magic he had still yet to understand, he finally knew this to be true. And when he looked in Thor's eyes, when he looked at himself, he didn't see the want, the desire to be him. He only saw himself. In every changing facet of his character, completely unbound and free. What Thor had saw a long time ago and now, made Loki see.
The warm fingers passed his hips holding him closer, the song ending with the perfect silence that savoured the seconds. For a good while they watched, absorbed, took in every possible detail of each other because as of right now, the universe of themselves was the only universe they cared for.
To the stray hairs,
To the red lips,
To a sinewy neck
The long legs,
The godly biceps
And finally they found themselves smiling.
Quiet and intimate.
Right then and there Loki could have laughed because somehow it turned alright. They turned alright. But Thor didn't let him because in that moment, the one that I said was spectacular and breath-taking and down-right wonderful, Thor had kissed Loki. They weren't brothers anymore, they were so much more than that, and you could spend the end of eternity trying to explain it, write reams of endless paper that would fill the galaxies, recording every waking second when they were together and still not understand it's idea. Only a single sentence, the essence of all their trials and tribulations, would be able to summarize what was happening now and that is in the next sentence.
What is there after Love?
It was mad, it was insane, it was plain lunacy but Loki would have gone to Nilfeim and into the river dream to get him. And Thor? He would do the same except with a lot more smashing. Something more than love tied them together and nothing, not even all of Yggdrasil (Odin included) put against them would separate them. They would figure out somehow. Because messing with the Odinsons would be one helluva a mess.
And so they kissed, and it was full and greedy and passionate and yes there was pain and anger hidden in it, but there was happiness in it too. And they continued until their lungs finally gave out. And all of the horrible things passed. Until the heated breaths began to slow and closed eyes flickered open. Fingers unconsciously ending up in golden and midnight hair, and the thrum of his voice echoed an unmistakable
"I love you."
"I know."
"No, you didn't."
Loki gave up and truth won out.
"Okay" and he laughed.