Disclaimer: I don't own Thor.
This is not angst with a fluffy ending. This starts out fluffy and it steadily gets angstier. Fair warning.
There are four shorts parts and I am going to post the four parts in four days.
Warnings: eating disorder. I don't think that it's technically anorexia, but it has similar elements.
Happens when Loki is 600 the equivalent of 12.
Loki jumped as something touched him. He dropped the leather bound book he was reading on the oak desk and jumped out of his seat. His eyes narrowed in annoyance as he caught the culprit.
"Thor!" he hissed as they were in the library and shouting was frowned upon. Thor smiled and put his bag on top of the table. Loki looked down at it and then pointed his nose away from it. It was Thor's training clothes and they were so full of sweat, he wasn't sure how Thor could be sitting there with his bag so close to him. Loki didn't understand how Thor could enjoy training so much that he would do it even when they weren't required to. In fact, most of his brother's free time was spent training while most of Loki's was spent in the library trying to learn more. He never seemed satisfied, Loki thirsted for knowledge the way he knew that Thor probably thirsted for water, due to the strong stench of sweat in the air.
"It is time for dinner," Thor said and Loki blinked. Right, he always was so absorbed in his books that more often than not he forgot when dinner was. Loki grabbed the book that he was reading and placed it carefully in his bag. His brother laughed boisterously and Loki shot him a glare, it was the library after all and there were other people there attempting to study. The blond clapped his hand over his brother's shoulder and said.
"You should be grateful to me. You would die of starvation if I didn't come for you," Loki shook off the hand and rolled his eyes, even as he started towards the feasting hall with Thor the two of them falling into their natural walking rhythm.
"I think eventually the growling of my stomach would alert me to the fact that I hadn't eaten," Loki pointed out.
"But by then it would be too late, the feasting hall would be closed," Thor replied. Loki stopped in the halls and lifted an eyebrow with a mischievous expression on his face.
"Have you found a way into the kitchens?" Thor asked, his eyes widening as it was something he had only dreamed of. All the unguarded food and no one to tell him not to eat as much as he could stuff into himself. Loki smirked in response.
"Books are good for something."
"I can't move," Thor complained, as he put his hands around his stomach hours later. Loki's hand were around his stomach as well but for a different reason. His stomach that seemed much rounder than it had before was also aching, as if his stomach was protesting what he had just done. Loki looked at the nearest cream puff which was only feet away and he curled in on himself. How could something so tasty feel so bad afterward?
The kitchen doors suddenly swung open and a woman, most likely part of the cooking staff, due to her clothing, which consisted of a protective cloth rather than just a dress, stood in the doorway eyes narrowed at them. Her eyes narrowed further as she caught the mess on and around them. Loki knew that Thor had remnants of the cream puffs all over his body and Loki was probably the same. The younger boy was too sick to move much or to try to hide the evidence. It would take quite a lot to do so as there were half eaten cream puffs surrounding the two of them. The trays that were supposed to be put away in shelves were on the floor next to them, implicating them further.
"Brother I think we are in trouble," Thor said finally noticing the woman in the room. Loki nodded.
"I think it's a distinct possibility," he said, knowing that most likely the two of them were in big trouble. Despite the pain in his stomach and the tiredness in his frame from having slept little, due to sneaking in there, he couldn't find it in himself to regret it quite yet. That might change later.