Loki hovered in the doorway as Thor chatted to friends online. There was a ping and the name _volstagg_ appeared on screen. Thor was oblivious to his presence with his earphones in, music blasting on full.
How rude. Loki had been practising all morning for his violin exam and evidently Thor was not a fan. He took the opportunity to look around his brother's room. Not that anything was overly interesting but he liked to come up with stories for how Thor acquired everything. Most things he knew but there were a few things that were already pre-existing before his arrival. Once it made him angry to think that there were tatty relics here that held more of a connection to Thor than he did. There was the battered wooden aeroplane carving and the framed painting of a railway station. He'd never liked them. It showcased to him this alien creature that was his brother before they had even met. Loki could barely remember a time when he hadn't been living here and these things were an irksome reminder of something he rather wanted to forget.
He stretched out on the single bed in the corner of the room, helping himself to the bubblegum held in a little candy dispenser. He heard Thor chuckling at something Volstagg had written. Sitting up and waiting for the head rush to pass, he padded back out of the room and went back to practising scales.