"Brother?"

Loki pried his eyes open, squinting at the bright light emitting through the opening at the door. Young Thor peered inside, looking nervous. The little God of Mischief pursed his lips, eyebrows furrowing.

"Loki, may I come in?"

"No, Thor! Get out!" the little God snapped, flinging a pillow at his brother's face. Thor caught the pillow, eyes lowering to the ground sadly.

"But Lo-"

"I said no." Loki glared at the 10-year-old God, his eyes slowly growing accustomed to the shining light across his face. Thor remained at the door, looking ever-so-sad and pathetic while clutching the pillow to his chest.

"Please, Brother…?"

Loki lay there on his back, one arm strewn over his forehead as he stared quietly at the blonde. Finally, he let out a sigh and scooted over to the right side of the bed, pretending to pout.

"Fine, but don't tell Father," he mumbled. "And shut that door!"

Thor smiled brightly, squeezing the soft pillow as he closed the door and curled up next to Loki under the covers. The black haired God scowled with his back to Thor, pushing the side of his face into his pillow. The blonde stared at Loki's backside, frowning for a moment before reaching out and pulling his brother from behind to his chest. Loki's eyes widened, but he didn't object. Thor nosed his face in between the young God of Mischief's shoulder blades, smiling. Loki lay there for a moment, but as he felt his older brother's grin widen against his skin, the black haired boy lightly smiled, leaning back his head to brush against the top of Thor's.

"Good night, Brother," Loki whispered, shutting his eyes. Thor tightened his hold protectively.

"Good night."