Yep, two in one day. I should really be doing homework. But suck my soft serve, RL, I give as many f-cks as an asexual virgin.*

Anyways, there's going to be a bunch of these chapters. Any time Thor and Loki tug each other's hair, there shall be fic. Which means there are gonna be a lot of chapters.

Three months later...

"Thor!" Loki called, toddling out the front gates of the palace, bare feet sinking into loamy black soil, a chilly new-spring smell filling his button nose. He'd only recently started walking, but he'd taken to it immediately; he raced Thor's little white pony constantly, winning very rarely and laughing every time, climbing up Thor's shins to hug him tightly around the neck and pull his hair. He loved his big brother - when he was scared of a nightmare, he came to Thor's bed; when he was lonely, he curled up in Thor's lap for hugs; when he wanted a story, he dragged books at least twice his size over to Thor and flopped up against his chest, and Thor always read for him immediately, stroking his hair gently. Thor was Loki's favourite.

Naturally, Loki wanted nothing more than to get his own pony, to ride out with Thor. But Thor was nearly three now, and Loki had only just turned one. He hated being so little sometimes.

"Thor!" he yelled, picking up speed. His feet sank deeper into the spongy dirt as he stomped over it and he shoved aside the sharp, cruelly thin, low branches that threatened to slash into his round cheeks. There was a storm brewing, deep green-grey clouds boiling in the sky and flares of violet thunder shooting through them as the air thickened with moisture. The forest was dark and cold and Loki shivered in his thin tunic, little hands squeezing his reedy white arms. Thor was big and warm and very, very good at hugs. Loki wanted Thor.

Now.

Something let out a loud, rough, high screech and Loki whimpered, racing through the woods and gasping with terror. "Thor! THOR!"

Thunder boomed, and Loki tripped over an exposed root in shock. Lightning illuminated everything momentarily, and Loki thought he could see Thor through the trees; he scrambled upright and ran for his older brother, tears leaking down his cheeks.

Rain began to pour and Loki monkeyed up Thor's side, clinging to him and burying his face in Thor's neck. "Thor, Thor, it's scary!" he sobbed, shaking his head. "Make it go 'way!"

Thor dropped his hammer, the handle stretching a solid foot above his wheat-gold head, and hugged Loki tight. "Brother! You're shaking; what is wrong?"

Sif rolled her eyes, playing with her braid. "Your brother's a big baby, Thor. He's a yellow-bellied infant. Let him run home to your mother; it's a mother's duty to coddle her wailing brats."

Hogun snickered until Thor kicked his shins.

"Do not mock my Loki," Thor boomed in his little boy voice, thunder crackling. "Don't be cruel to my mother, either!"

"The storm," Loki whimpered, clinging, burying his face in Thor's hair. "'S gettin' bigger and closer, brother. I'm frightened."

"Oh, Loki, 'tis just me," Thor soothed, rubbing his skinny back gently and kissing his forehead. "Father thinks I ought to start my training and I have been practising making storms all afternoon."

"Just you?" Loki asked, clarifying. "Not anything scary?"

"Well, there was a bilgesnipe youngling, but I smote it." Thor puffed up his chest with pride, and Loki grinned, sniffling wetly. Thor thumbed the tears off his cheek and wrapped his cloak around Loki's shoulders to keep the rain off. "You needn't fear anything now, Loki."

Loki twisted one hand into Thor's shoulder-length locks and tugged gently, resting on his shoulder.

Thor smiled, kissing his brother's dark locks, and grabbed Mjolnir's handle, dragging it along behind him. "Let us go home, now, brother. Sif, Hogun, Fandral, Volstagg - I shall see you tomorrow, yes?"

Sif and her friends nodded, and raced each other into the trees, laughing and shoving each other.

Thor bounced Loki up higher on his hip and Loki tugged his hair again. "So, little brother, what do you think of the storm?"

Loki looked up, rain peppering his cheeks, and he giggled, staring up at the purple lightening and hurricane clouds. "It's my favourite thing, Thor. Besides you, because you're my favourite forever."

He kissed Thor's cheek, grinning, and tugged randomly at his hair until they were home.

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