Disclaimer: I don't own Highlander, I'm just making use of the fair use exemption. Yay, fair use!
A/N: This was in response to the prompt:
Highlander, Kronos/Methos, sometimes they just sat in the tent, talking about the future
Sloth
"You are sinful today. Did you stay up too late into the night?" Kronos was prepared for a hard days hunting but addressed Methos with amusement.
"Mmm," Methos responded from his repose on a pile of furs set out in the warm sun and cool breeze. He felt utterly relaxed and without a care in the world.
With a surge of willpower, he rolled over on his back so that he could look lazily up at his brother. "Have you noticed that the stars have changed? And yet, the moon has not. And the Earth has changed but not in any regular pattern. What do you think of that?"
Kronos put aside his hunting equipment and stretched out beside him. "I think it is a good thing we have no priest for he would surely smite you for asking the question." He sounded perfectly content with the situation. "Does that mean that the Earth is more like the stars while we Immortals are more like the moon?"
"I think some day we will find the path to take us to the stars and we will go and see for ourselves."
"I remember the first time I saw someone ride a horse. I wonder if perhaps somewhere someone has figured out how to harness the birds of the air."
Lazing in the sun in the middle of the day with his brother by his side, Methos felt no qualm in asking a taboo question. "Do you think we'll fly, one day?"
And Kronos felt no compunction in challenging the gods themselves. "Surely we will."
Killing had never been a crime any of his tribes any more than it was among this brotherhood of four. Death within the tribe was horrible, but the killing of Others was perfectly fine. Methos understood that to all the people he killed, they were part of a Tribe and he was an Other - it was an interesting thought that Methos toyed with occasionally, but it hardly mattered.
Sloth, though, was the true crime in any tribe. To waste time on thoughts that hardly mattered, to waste time that could have been spent gathering food or building shelter or creating weapons was a deadly sin.
Relaxing in the spring day, seeing his brother just as relaxed, rambling about taboo subjects and forbidden thoughts, he thought this sinful brotherhood was his paradise.