This will be my first instalment in this series of one shots and drabble things. I'm going to leave this as "complete" because each chapter is its own story, but i may update it from time to time with new stories.

Disclaimer: (this will apply to the WHOLE collection, cause I don't wanna have to keep writing it) I do not own Thor or any of the characters from it.

:NOTE: most of these stories will be humour and family type genres, if i write anything angsty or romancy I'll put an extra warning at the top and you can skip it if you choose to!

Rating: K

Title: Poor Table Manners

summary: Loki just hates Thor's terrible table manners.

Poor Table Manners

"ugh.." Loki couldn't keep the sound of disgust in any longer. Though his eyes were averted, he could still hear the feral sounds his blond oaf of a brother made as he ravaged his dinner plate.

"Brother, what troubles you?" Thor muttered through a mouthfuls of food. Loki had to, again, resist the urge to gag, as he could imagine there were bits of food spraying out of Thor's large mouth and onto the table and everything on it with every word he spoke. Disgusting.

"Nothing, just finish your food already," The younger grumbled.

"You haven't touched your plate, are you feeling ill? Shall I send for a healer?" Loki grit his teeth, shoulders tense, and tried to contain the irritation he felt towards his slob of a sibling.

"No," his tone was a little less than nice, and Thor couldn't help but be confused.

"Have I done something to anger you, Loki?" he asked, genuinely concerned for his brothers well being.

"If you must know," Loki whipped around to face Thor, "I find your eating habits utterly foul and I would appreciate it if you didn't consume your food like a beast," he snapped, a frown wrinkling his mischievous features.

Thor blinked dumbly for a minute, before a large grin spread across his face. Exposing, to Loki's disgust, all the bits of food stuck in his teeth.

"Ha ha ha!" The frost giant shrank away from Thor's putrid breath and gagged slightly, "Is that all, brother? You truly had me worried," he continued to laugh, whilst finishing his meal. Which could not be safe, Loki though vaguely, but the splat of gravy hitting the floor changed his tune, 'I hope he chokes.'

I hope you enjoyed this little drabble, R&R if you wanna, it may push me to write more, who knows? ^u^