French alert: I am, as you can see, French. I do my best to adapt to English punctuation and grammar rules in general, but some mistakes may have escaped me. Moreover, some expressions that I don't know in English have been translated by online translators. All this to say: do not hesitate to point out an error or a clumsy translation/adaptation to me.

Would you like to read a text about Thor and Loki having an absolutely banal time in a café? You want to read descriptions of cafés that don't interest many people? Do you just have time to waste? Then this text is for you!


The gods stopped in front of the window of a large café. Loki gauged it with his eyes. That would be enough. After all it was just a coffee with Thor, nothing extremely important.

- Hello gentlemen, inside or outside?

- Outside, Loki replied immediately.

- Well, please follow me.

The two brothers followed the man who greeted them to a table on the terrace.

- Please sit down.

A moment later he disappeared and returned to give them menus before slipping away again. The two asgardians began to analyze the drinks and pastries on offer.

- May I take your orders gentlemen?

The gods glanced briefly at the waiter, impeccably dressed, who bowed slightly toward them, sliding his tray under his arm. Loki nodded his head and pointed his finger at a picture of one of the coffees on offer.

- I'll take that. A... One, uh... How do you pronounce that thing?

- It's a mocaccino, sir.

- Humph, Loki snorted. And what is it exactly?

- Well...

The waiter hesitated and looked at the god, wondering if he was serious. First, he would order first and only ask afterwards what he had ordered, which was still strange. Secondly, it was the first time a customer had ever asked him such a question. This coffee shop was very famous and usually only the purists of hot drinks came here. But from the look Loki gave him over his menu, the waiter understood that he was serious. He scratched his throat and spoke out, taken aback.

- It is a cappuccino with cream and chocolate, we also add cocoa powder but, if you wish, we can replace the chocolate with chocolate liquor.

- And what is a cappuccino?

This time the server wavered. He must have been dreaming, wasn't he? Not wanting to lose his job, he regained his composure and cleared his throat again.

- A sweet espresso with a milk foam, sir.

Loki gave him a long glance that made the waiter feel terribly uncomfortable before a micro smile arrived on his lips. He wanted to ask what an espresso was...

- I'll have a mocaccino then. With liqueur. Did you choose? Loki then asked his brother.

Thor ran his fingers over his cheeks and thought.

- An iced coffee, he finally said.

- And with this, gentlemen? asked the waiter, relieved that the blond man didn't ask him any questions.

- A cheesecake, Thor suggested, looking at Loki.

The latter frowned. No idea what a cheesecake was. In fact, Loki was craving a pudding. But, this dessert was not on the menu and he had to admit that he had absolutely no desire to argue with the waiter again. So he agreed.

- Will that be all?

- Yes.

- I'll get this to you gentlemen as soon as possible.

The gods replied vaguely, unaware of how lucky they were to have such a polite waiter, and returned their menus. Good. What were they going to say to each other now? They were not going to look each other in the whites of their eyes until their orders arrived. Thor broke the silence.

- Loki I think...

- Yes I admit it. Maybe, maybe you were right.

Thor looked at his brother in awe. Loki who said he was right? That was a first!

- All things considered, this "speaking group" was very entertaining. At least this time. The other times... Listening to these mortals complaining in group about their pitiful existences... It was a real hell, grumbled the god of lies.

The Nordic god did not answer. To tell the truth, he didn't know what to say. And he was still partly shocked by his brother's revelation. His brother had admitted he had made a mistake. It was going to confuse him for a while. As they fell back into silence, Loki's gaze wandered over the glass surfaces of the buildings opposite the café's terrace. He felt a slight pinch in his heart. If his plan hadn't failed he could have taken control of those buildings, and the whole world. The god sighed, lowering his shoulders.

- Your orders gentlemen.

- Thank you!

- Thank you, Loki mumbled vaguely as he grabbed the cake wrapper from the side of his cup.

And as he meticulously opened the plastic surrounding a speculoos, Thor grabbed his cup and slipped the straw of his drink between his lips. This was obviously the only reason he had ordered the drink, so he could play with the straw. His brother watched him frown, but Thor didn't care. He chewed the piece of plastic and moved it from the left to the right of his tongue as he watched the many cars drive by.

After sipping half of his coffee, he put the cup down and went for the cheesecake. Attacked was the appropriate term because the poor innocent cake was devoured in an instant. In front of him, the brown man had tasted a spoonful of it, swallowed the speculoos, which he had found rather good, and only got back the top of his cup, namely the whole creamy part. The rest of the drink would wait, the god had started making origami with his napkin.

- What do you do?

- A wolf.

- ... Do you miss Fenrir?

Loki blew gently, making a final counter-folding that gave the final touch to the animal's ear.

- Of course, he admits without complex. He is so adorable, how could it be otherwise?

Thor nodded his head as he glanced at the abandoned cheesecake in front of his brother. He loved all his nephews and Fenrir could indeed be lovable, but especially with his father. He was... Slightly wilder with other people. And the few Asgard soldiers who had lost an arm could hardly approve of Loki's claims. So to say that Fenrir was adorable was as true as it was false. Although Thor never, ever said those words in front of his brother. If one cared about his life at all, one would not say anything negative about the asgardien's children. The blue eyes of the god did not come off the cheesecake.

- Take it if you want it so much, but stop drooling Thor," Loki growled as she pushed the plate with the cake towards him.

The blond man grabbed his spoon and ate his second slice a little more quietly while taking regular breaks for a sip of the refreshing coffee. Loki watched him for a moment, then grabbed his cup and quickly but stylishly drank from it.

- Mmm. Nothing unusual, he said, resting the now empty white cup in his cup.

So the midgardians were paying huge sums of money for this? Rather pitiful. Except for this speculoos. Very nice. A particularly irritating and unpleasant noise reached the ears of the dark-haired god. Thor sucked up the last traces of his coffee in an atrocious din.

- Thor I think there is not a single drop of liquid left in this cup, stop this noise! Damn it, it should be forbi...

Loki's green eyes fixed on Thor who did not even notice him. This time the god was concentrating on the humans passing by the terrace.

- Oh yes, Loki whispered to himself. I just have to forbid it

- Hmm? Thor asked, still with the end of his straw in his mouth. Were you talking to me?

Loki stood up abruptly and snapped his fingers, making several bills appear on the table.

- Let's go! I have a great idea.

The blond man pushed his straw from the tip of his tongue until it came out of his mouth. The dark-haired one was already leaving, so Thor suddenly put his cup on the table and set off in pursuit of his brother.

- I'm going into politics Thor, Loki explained as they walked away from the café together. My slogan will be "Let's live well, let's live without humans"*.


*it rhymes in the original but I couldn't find anything in English.

To develop during lines and lines a coffee order which would have been folded in an instant is... mesmerizing.

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