Once again, "T" for Loki being his usual, omnisexual self. -siiiiigh-
Broken
Thor was extremely grateful for Tony Stark. Without him, the Avengers would not have a mansion to use as a second home, and Thor would not be able to use its training room to vent his frustrations.
Were he in Asgard, Thor would heft his hammer and venture off to Jotunheim to bash in some Giant skulls. In Midgard, however, the mortals tended to frown on that sort of thing. Thor was still scratching his head over the last – what was the word Tony had used? – "lawsuit" thrown his way.
In the training room, however, he could smash things to his heart's content, losing himself in the surge of adrenaline, the burn of exerted muscles, and the weight of Mjolnir in his hands. Here he could indulge his rage until it faded to bitterness.
With time, his swings slowed to a stop, and Thor paused to catch his breath, allowing himself to think, for a moment, about what had happened.
He and Loki had fought the entire way back to the mansion, shouting their throats raw. Loki's tongue had always been his weapon of choice, but his words had been particularly scathing. Thor could not remember the exact phrases – did not want to, really – but his chest felt tight with something between guilt and hurt.
Thor had left his brother in the hands of his friends before words could escalate into violence. It might not have been the wisest course of action, but Thor knew his temper well enough to know to distance himself from the source of his anger.
Thor sighed and wiped a hand over his face. He could have been – should have been – more tactful. There had been something decidedly broken about his brother's look when he had walked away, and Loki needed him, even if he was too proud to say it.
The anger had faded now, replaced by a sort of emptiness. He felt uncommonly drained.
"Um, Thor?" Tony's voice crackled to life over the intercom.
"Yes, Tony?" Thor sighed. This probably had something to do with Loki.
"Could you come deal with your brother? He keeps trying to stick his hand down my pants."
"...pardon?"
"I mean, he looks enough like a girl that I could just go with it, but I don't want him using magic to turn it green or something."
"Tony," Thor growled.
"Just get your ass out here."
Thor shook his head, decidedly nonplussed, but obeyed. Once out in the hall, Thor found a wide-eyed Tony half-supporting, half-pushing away a swaying, grinning Loki. The situation became painfully clear.
"You're drunk," Thor sighed, and that set off more warning bells in his brain.
"He's all yours," Tony said, nudging Loki towards his brother before stalking off, grumbling, down the hall. Loki's grin grew a little more lopsided as he staggered into the wall. Thor caught him about the waist before he could think better of it.
"M'not drunk," Loki slurred, drawing out each syllable longer than necessary. "You're jus'... very, very sober."
Loki's madly grinning face was close enough for Thor to smell the alcohol on his breath.
Thor frowned worriedly. In Asgard, Loki only rarely partook of the mead and even then only in cautious, small doses. It was strange seeing Loki turn into a blathering idiot just like everyone else.
"Brother," Thor murmured. "Are you all right?"
Perhaps Loki was not as healed as Thor had hoped. It had been a few months since Abaddon; Loki had long since healed physically, but Thor had no idea how long it took someone to recover mentally from that sort of thing.
Suddenly Loki's earlier insults did not seem to matter.
For his part, Loki was alternately squinting and blinking owlishly, as though having a hard time focusing – which, when Thor thought about it, he probably was. That might explain why Loki's gaze seemed centered on his lips instead of his eyes.
Thor still held him upright, not trusting his brother to be able to stand, let alone walk, in his current state, and their faces were still uncomfortably close, so that their noses bumped together. Loki was unusually pliant in Thor's grip.
"You should not scowl so," Loki said, still staring at Thor's lips. Loki reached up a hand and traced the line of Thor's jaw. His touch was cool but not off-puttingly so. Thor stared down at his brother, nonplussed, and slowly Loki's gaze slid back up to meet the thunderer's eyes. "You know," Loki slurred, his expression growing suddenly serious, as though he were contemplating some deep, important issue, "your eyes are blue. Like, so blue. They should name a crayon after your eyes!"
Thor blinked, still nonplussed. "You are really drunk," he said, now chewing his lip to bite back a smirk.
"And you," Loki replied, again with that goofy, lop-sided grin that made Thor smile, "are really... really..." Loki's brow furrowed as he trailed off. He scratched his head. "Wha' was I sayin'?"
Thor chuckled. "I think it's time for bed," he said, tightening his grip about Loki's waist and steering him down the corridor. Loki leaned on his brother as they walked, letting his head fall onto Thor's shoulder.
"Is that a proposition?" Loki asked, turning his head so that his chin rested on Thor's shoulder. He looked up at Thor with impossibly green eyes.
Thor's steps stuttered to a halt as he looked down to regard his brother. "Pardon?"
"Well... I know these humans have this weird thing against incest, but s'not technically incest since we're not technically related."
Thor had no words. In fact, his every train of thought had just been completely derailed.
"Anyway," Loki went on, oblivious to Thor's wide-eyed stare, "if we're gonna do it, le's jus'... well. I... um. Been pregnant too many times."
A furious blush consumed Thor's face, neck, and ears. "I... what?"
This had to be one of Loki's pranks.
"Well, y'know, the whole 'hung like a horse' thing may sound good, but really, getting screwed by an actual horse is not as fun as it sounds..."
Thor beat his palm against his forehead, trying to dispel the horrible, awkward mental images his brother was evoking.
"...I mean, with all the hooves and the neighing..."
"Loki!" Thor said in a strangled voice. By now his face felt like it was on fire. "Enough with the horse!"
Loki blinked up at him for a long moment. "Oh," he said. "Okay."
Thor sighed and shook his head, steering Loki down the hall again. Loki let his head fall onto his brother's shoulder again, and Thor found his lips twitching up in the barest of smiles. He rarely saw through Loki's armor like this, and he felt his heart swell with affection for his little brother, who seemed so young and vulnerable in that moment. It reminded him of Asgard and of happier, simpler days.
"So," Loki slurred, "are we having sex or not?"
Thor shut his eyes and prayed for patience.
A/N: Apparently Loki is a handsy, affectionate drunk. I may have had too much fun with this scene.
