This chapter is short :( I am sorry.


The dead father upset Loki greatly. No one understood why- infact most expected the god to not even care much as his brain was egg anyway. But Loki began crying as soon as he saw his fathers face up close. Yes… it was less bloody and less haggard looking but- he'd never forget that look of death. Those glassy eyes. No. He wept from Thor to Mother as his adoptive care giver was buried.

Thor did not care for the whispers that guided him and Loki out of the memory ceremony. Ghastly insults directed at his newly found brother. He glared at them all. And if Looks could kill- their skin would melt off as soon as Thor glanced. Loki was too 'innocent' to realize such a thing. Sometimes he would even attempt a smile at the crowd and cliques, only to get a dirty look back or be pushed away with eyes. The new King made a note on who would be replaced soon in the council.

"Brother." Thor began at the end of the day. Frigga had given Loki to Thor's chamber that night. The fragile trickster needed someone. He also needed to get re-acquainted with Thor. She was sure Loki remembered his brother… but only in a timid way.

Loki dozed his head up, playing with some blocks. He seemed to be building something.

"Do you wish to eat? Eat?" Thor made a motion to his face of stuffing a piece of invisible bread in his mouth. Loki cocked his head to the side.

"Eat." He made the familiar notion to his tummy and Loki instantly nodded. He understood.

Thor took note to the signal and memorized it. Frigga, before she gave her youngest to him, told him what had happened and calmed Thor before he could smash a window. It took great will for him to not burn all of the mountains down in rage. Mother briefly told him what the new Loki liked and did not liked. Deffinetly no loud noises or sudden man-handling, no pinning down (she once attempted to tickle Loki like he was her child again- only to see him sobbing) and no force. If you tried to force him? You'd get more resistance.

The green eyed young watched Thor as he called for his favorite server, beckoning wine and roasted chicken for himself with a side of bedazzled rice, and some milk and sweet bread with a side of ham cubes for his brother.

The server bowed and was quick to his feet. Thor closed the door and crouched to Loki, "What is this you are building?" He asked, reaching to poke at the small tower, Loki hissed and slapped away Thors hand. The kind couldn't help but smile at the act.

Loki use to do that when little…

….

He ate his ham cubes with delight and drank his milk, but he only took a few bites of bread. Thor had eaten his meal thankfully and with much glutton. He'd never change in that aspect.

He looked at his brother when coming out of the washroom, tilting his head at the image of Loki rocking himself from side to side as he looked on to his tower. Was he- excited it seemed? Proud of his creation?

Thor smiled and paid Loki no disturbance, only saying, "Very nice Loki, mayhaps I will order more detailed blocks for you."

He could've sworn he saw his little brother smile.

The king sat on his overly sized bed (you could fit 5 people, full grown, on it) and watched his brother slowly and carefully take his creation down. Putting the blocks by color carefully into the marble box they came in.

"Loki,"

Loki looked up, chewing on his lower lip.

Thor was about to compliment him again. But he saw the patch of hair… starting to regrow- but you could see the sitches. He inhaled slightly and looked away, suddenly holding back tears.

What had they done to you… Loki.

…. What have we done to you.

"Loki." He said again, his voice now more strained. Again the god looked up, a more curious gaze in his eye. His brother had called his name twice… why?

"ah…" Loki drifted his gaze up and down Thor, inching to stand but a hand motion from the golden prince told him to stay.

"…n..nothing… nevermind."

Loki watched his brother lay down, and Loki crept up to him, seeing runny uncertain tears down his brothers cheek. "mmm.." he touched one of them and Thor sighed. "It's nothing do not fret. Okay?"

Loki makes a confused whimper and slips down from the bed, crawling to his little pit of blankets he made for himself. Thor watches with fixated eyes. Had he understood? N-no no… lets not get too hopeful Thor.

In his train of somber thought he finds Loki watching him, a chin on his bed, looking like a hungry passive pup. He couldn't help but smile.

"Yes Loki?"

Loki just stares at him. His eyes seeming more intense than usual.

"Yes, Loki?"

"…mmn.." Loki puts a hand out for Thor, tugging at the sheets with the other.

The golden king sits up, gripping his brothers hand. "What is it, brother?"

" …" Loki gets a frustrated look on his face. "mmo…mommmn..mo…"

Thor tenses up.

"Mm..mother…"

He spoke.