The room they were all standing in was a mess. Despite its grandeur appearance, no one could deny that a few hours ago the God of Mischief had a tantrum there.
Not that any of this would matter to any of the occupants at all.
The atmosphere was so tense that any impetuous movement could mean a disaster.
Not that the brotherly duo would pay any attention to any of this.
Right now, all was well.
The brotherly hug let the hot emotions disappear and instead, the young gods were filled with a wave of peace.
None of them was ready to let go of that feeling and focus on the much bleaker reality.
In the end, it was not their decision that interrupted their embrace.
"Steve?" Tony's voice pierced the room. It was quite quiet, but everyone could hear it clearly. There was no hint of Stark's usual jokes. The tone was deadly serious. "What is the meaning of this?"
Steve, who was about to make a step towards Bucky, froze in his movements and stared at Tony.
Bucky raised his hands defensively.
"Thor." Loki whispered, still half-embracing the older god.
"Yes, little brother?" Thor replied in a similar fashion.
"I think we should move away. This fight is not ours." Loki spoke softly so that only Thor could hear him.
"I don't understand." Thor reacted.
"I'll explain in your room." Loki said.
Thor loosened the embrace and looked into Loki's brilliant eyes.
"Okay. Let's go to our room." Thor said only and let go of the embrace so that Loki could move.
Loki, trying not to display his surprise that Thor actually did what he was told, began quietly walking towards the corridor. Thor followed a step behind him, as if ready to put himself between a potential arrow that may be fired into his brother's back.
Nobody stopped them as they walked out of the room and through the corridor until they reached the room that was assigned to them.
Loki entered the room first. Without hesitation, he walked towards the big bed which, as Loki noticed, wasn't exactly neatly made. In fact, it wasn't made at all. For a moment, Loki wondered what their mother would say upon seeing the mess they left the room in.
Finally, astutely deciding that it was actually clever to leave the sheets to breathe, Loki climbed onto the mattress. He took a big pillow and placed it against the wall. Using the pillow as a resting place for his back, he sat down with crossed legs. Thor was observing him.
"We need to talk." Loki said only. Thor nodded.
"Indeed, we do." But it wasn't Thor to utter these words.
Both brothers abruptly turned their heads right and with eyes wide open stared at the figure who was standing inside their room.
"This is not possible." Loki whispered.