Loki, the god of mischief and lies, was amazed the whole day. Thor had invited him to spend time with him today. Even if the raven haired god wanted to believe he had accepted his older brother's request only to find out what was going on so deep in his mind that it even caused him such disturbing dreams, he eventually had to accept it was what he wanted. He wanted to be with Thor. Yes, Loki knew, for he was the god of lies, Thor had lied to him when he said his friends would be taken for the whole evening, but it didn't matter for the young god. That'd only mean Thor wanted to be with him and only him. Without his dear friends. Loki grinned.

It was early in the evening when Loki left his room and headed towards Thor's. Honestly, he didn't know what the two of them were going to do, nothing like the reckless things they had done as children, that's for sure. At least so Loki hoped. He had no intention to anger their father right now. It would be Thor's fault if that happened.

Thor's room wasn't that far away from his own, but the journey there took far too long from one to simply walk there. That was, because at the door of Thor's room, Loki suddenly started to hesitate. His hand was already holding the handle.

What if he was joking? What if Thor made this up to fool me to some stupid activities of his and his friends? It would be like him, always complaining about me willingly staying by myself. Maybe he used the earlier situation, when I was at my weak state, to fool me into this...

Loki had already let the handle go and turned on his heels when he remembered the look in Thor's eyes when he had requested their private evening. Those blue eyes never lied. Loki turned back, decisively he grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. Thor never knocked, so why would he have to?

Empty. No Thor. The room was empty. Loki sighed. He should've known better. Actually he wondered why he didn't turn back, like he'd normally had done. And what was even more disturbing, was the feeling inside Loki's chest. The feeling of being fooled and... longing. Stupid Thor. Stupid oaf!

Loki was startled, almost worse than ever before, when he was without him noticing lifted up from the ground and squeezed tight. The two arms holding him were strong, he had no hope for getting back down. Loki felt a warm, tickling breeze on his ear and neck.

"Did you try to run away, brother?"

Loki felt his cheeks warming a little as Thor whispered those words in his ear. What was that supposed to mean? Thor, on the other hand, was excited to have his younger brother where he was, excited in his mind and somewhere else as well. Loki let out a silent moan as the thunder god nipped the younger god's ear. The heat on Loki's pale cheeks was becoming worse, but why? What was this feeling he had always before thought was uncomfortable? It was still, but it had something new in it. Weird, tickling chills ran up the raven haired man's spine.

Before he even noticed, Thor had already taken the younger brother inside the room and, by the looks of it, locked the door so no one else could enter while they were there. Thor really wanted them to be alone that much? Loki sat down on the huge bed that belonged to Thor. The mattress was much thicker than the one on Loki's bed. Chin resting on his hands Loki stared at the opposite wall, wondering the feeling he still had. the strange tickling inside him and his heart pounding fast. Thor noticed this. The blonde god walked to stand in front of his brother.

"Are you feeling alright, little brother? First you faint down to my feet and now", the older god placed his hand on Loki's forehead. "Your cheeks are burning."

Thor moved his hand down to Loki's cheek, stroking it gently as he did so. He was grinning.

Without a warning Loki pushed his brother's hand away violently. "You do this on purpose, don't you? Don't you?" Thor retreated a step or two. He had never seen Loki stare at him like that, with those two beautiful emeralds so full of hate. It wasn't what Thor wanted, not like this. "Why do you do this? Do you want to humiliate me so much? Do you?" Thor didn't answer. He felt a stab in his chest. Even Loki's voice was screaming disgust. The thunder god suddenly felt his eyes getting heavy and his arms shivering. "Yes, Loki, I did all this in purpose." He couldn't look at those emeralds anymore, for right now, they were like two deadly vipers. "I should have known you'd understand my attempts wrong." Those two strong hands now pressed in tight fists.

"I love you, Loki."

The feeling was getting too much to bare. Something heavy dropped on Loki's heart. All the hate he just felt towards his brother was swept away, but instead there were now new feelings, misunderstanding, sadness and remorse, all mixed together as a heavy burden on his heart. The thunder god kneeled down to his brother's feet. He took the younger god's frail hand in his own, pressed his face on the other one's lap towards the forest green fabric. Loki could hear, and feel, his brother shed tears.

"I am sorry. So sorry."

There was pure sincerity in Thor's voice. Everyone in Asgård knew Odin's first son often showed his feelings and opinions in a radical way. But there had been not one time Thor had been as sorry for something he had said or done as he was now. In fact, Loki didn't remember the last time he had seen his brother shed a tear. He was honest and real.

A little moment was spent in complete silence, besides the silent sobs of the mighty thunder god. Loki stared down at his brother's golden hair. He wasn't able to see Thor's face, but he knew Thor was sorry. Everything became suddenly very clear. Loki never hated the feeling when Thor was near. It was a positive feeling which Loki easily confused to a negative feeling.

The raven haired man raised his free hand to brush his brother's golden hair. It felt really nice. Thor, somewhat surprised, lifted his head to meet his little brother's eyes. There was no hate in them anymore, he could see his perfect emeralds once again.

"Forgive me, Loki. I promise I'll never-"

Loki had pressed one thin finger on Thor's lips and soon followed it with his own. The sensation of their lips meeting was calming and exciting for the two brothers. It started as something little and precious, but as neither of them wanted to part from the other, the kiss deepened. It didn't take much effort from the thunder god to stand up and gently push his little brother on the soft bed. the passion between them was driving them to go on, even if both of them needed air. As Loki finally broke the kiss to catch fresh air, he was able to meet Thor's eyes again. They were full of happiness. The god of mischief felt the very same feeling take him with it as he felt Thor's hand slide down his frail body, all the way to his waist. It made Loki chuckle slightly. Soon he felt Thor's wet and soft lips run down his neck, nibbling softly time to time. Loki couldn't do anything but sigh from the great, warm feeling and excitement, his hands dancing on Thor's strong back. Thor enjoyed every little sound and move Loki made. He could feel the younger god's excitement as he unclothed the frail flower under him, in his protection.

"What are you afraid of, god of thunder?"

Thor stared down in the middle of undressing himself. He wasn't sure if it was just a dream, for he had the most beautiful and precious being on his bed, under him. Finally he had made it, he had found out what was behind those mysterious emeralds which were now shining vivid light. The older god gave a heart warming smile to the younger god. Thor was happier than ever.

"Please, brother, be gentle."

He had no intention to disobey. After all, he was holding a flower, his flower. And he was going to protect it. Give all of him just to be happy with his beloved. He would not dare to hurt this flower anymore. In fear those emeralds would break.

...

Where am I? What is happening? Where is Loki?

Thor was standing in the rain, cold raindrops falling down his golden hair and little face. He was afraid, afraid of losing his brother somewhere in the rain. Without thinking twice, the little thunder god decided to go look for his brother. Loki was going to get sick in such weather!

He ran, ran for a time that felt like hours.

What?

Thor heard a sound of a wood snapping. And after that someone's voice calling. Calling his name. Without hesitation the young god took his final spurt towards the lake nearby. Decisively he pushed the long and wet reeds out of his way as he rushed towards the shore. Finally he reached his brother. Sitting there on the wet and muddy sand, all alone. Their eyes met. While Loki's eyes were in tears and full of fear, Thor smiled. He reached to his little brother.

"I finally found you."

A bolt of lightning hit the lake.

Thor couldn't see anything. He woke up in sweat and startled. For a while he wasn't sure where he was, until his eyes got used to the dark of the night. He was sitting on his bed. Loki. He remembered the raven haired god and quickly turned to look down next to him. Thor could make out a frail figure sleeping next to him. Pressing his hand on the sleeping figure's shoulder and turning him to face him, Thor let out a sigh of relief. He moved his hand on Loki's cheek, only to realize the tears falling down the sleeping man's face. Loki, are you crying?

The younger god woke to the touch of the thunder god. Raising his tired hand to hold Thor's hand that was resting on his cheek, he smiled.

"I found you."