It was a 30 hour journey across the world. They were exhausted and deeply upset – frightened for their sons, worried about the circumstances of the fire and just a little bit angry that it had happened in the first place.

They stride in quick steps that balance on the edge of running once the receptionist gives them the number of Thor's room.

"What about Loki Laufeyson?"

"He's already been discharged."

That worries them even more. There is a rise in Laufey's pulse when she thinks about her employees – she was of course deeply sorry to hear about Julia's condition and was ready to support her financially, but she cannot overlook the decision Molly and Stuart made. The boys should not have been left alone. And now they don't even know where Loki is.

(She also means to unleash hell on the local emergency services. The morning before the fire started, there was a 999 call from the house, but somehow, somewhere it got scrambled and the ambulance was never dispatched. They are lucky that the Thompsons saw the fire later that night and their call went through.)

Her fear was unfounded, she can see as much the second they open the door to the hospital room.

Thor is dozing in bed, one leg propped up, an oxygen mask lying unused on the night stand.

Loki is there as well, sitting in a chair that has been dragged as close to the bed as possible and he is sleeping on bent arms, head resting by Thor's waist.

Thor wakes when they enter, cracking an eye open and giving them a tired smile.

"Hey," he croaks. The sounds wake Loki and she can see his dark head rising, turning to Thor attentively.

"You okay?" he asks, not noticing them yet. His fingers circle Thor's wrist gently. Thor just nods towards them and Loki turns, a relieved smile appearing on his face as well.

It's odd to see them like this. They are both equally stubborn, but otherwise so different. She and Odin spent long hours talking about them, both originally unsure about letting their progeny butt heads unsupervised.

Well.

A house was burnt down.

But strong bonds were forged.

"Okay," Thor huffs, straightening up and wiping his face off with a sleeve. "I think that's the last one."

Loki disposes of his own box and nods.

They look at each other expectantly for a moment.

"So... I guess you would like a tour."

"Of the whole three rooms? I think I will manage."

Thor laughs, seeing the glint in Loki's eye that belies his bored tone.

"Technically, it's more like... four and a half, but suit yourself."

Loki walks over to Thor, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist and blinks up at him with a flirtatious smile that is only half mocking.

"One thing I want to know... your bedroom..." A dramatic pause. "Does it have blinds and can the windows keep traffic noise out?"

Thor splutters, feigning hurt.

Eventually Loki gets to the see the rest of Thor's London apartment, his new home. It is different. In fact, it couldn't be more different from what he is used to.

But as Thor puts his phone down, having just ordered ridiculous amount of take-out and pulls Loki with him onto the couch, turning on the TV and all the while talking about what they should do the next day, where to go, what to see, he finds he doesn't mind.

He snuggles to Thor's side, letting his mind drift. Then his dropping eyelids snap open.

"Did you hear that?"

"What?" Thor asks, eyes wide. Loki loses it then, doubling over in laughter.

"Oh my god, you should have seen your face."

"Very funny. Hilarious," Thor grumbles, relieved. "I will get back at you for that."

Loki just shrugs innocently and climbs into Thor's lap.

"You should let me try and apologize first."

"Mhmm," Thor hums in agreement against Loki's lips and they slide down to lie on their sides, limbs entangled on the couch.

Yes, I definitely think I will manage, Loki thinks.

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A/N. And that's it! Hope you enjoyed, if so, let me know :)