Is That My Spare Cape?
Many years later, Loki returns to Asgard for a visit. He and Thor are walking through the gardens. He sees Fandral in the distance. The Trickster notices that Fandral is wearing a green cape, which is odd to him because the last time he saw the blonde swordsman, he has a hideous blue cape. He stops walking, turns to his brother, and asks, "Thor, is that my spare cape Fandral is wearing?"
Thor stops, too. He looks at everything except his brother, becoming very interested in the maple trees next to them.
Loki quirks his eyebrow. "Thor." He says in a warning tone.
Thor cracks. "I'M SORRY LOKI!" He shouts before running the Hel away from his brother so he doesn't get his ass hexed by the younger god. FY FAEN FY FAEN FY FAEN FY FAEN! He thinks in panic.
Fandral walks over when hears Thor shouting. He stands next to the mischief god and they watch Thor run. "Hello, Loki. It's nice having you back with us after so long." He greets.
Loki snorts with derision.
"Loki, why is Thor running like you're going to hex him?" Fandral asks, tilting his head in confusion.
"I don't know." Loki replies. He turns and pats the blonde swordsman's shoulder. "I always hated this cape anyway." He remarks with a shrug before walking away.
A few hours later...
Frigga walks into the dining hall. She hears one of the chandeliers tinkling, so she looks up to find her eldest son hanging onto the chandelier as if his life depended upon it. After a pause, she tells him, "Thor, I don't know why you're up there, but please get down from there before your father sees you."