Notes: Another silly thing written for tumblr's OTP marriage!meme - who falls asleep with the tv on :)
Proof-read only by me, feel free to point out any mistakes.
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Meditations on tv (and on the precious routine of love)
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Loki likes television.
Nothing of the kind exists in the other eight realms – there may be projections of images and sounds over great distances, made possible by magic, but those are more comparable to phone calls and... video calls than to tv. He didn't believe it would interest him. However, living more or less in contact with Stark and his astonishing toys has such effects. One begins chauvinistically biased and, after a few hours, he knows how to use things he wouldn't even have imagined before.
There are many junk shows, alright. Further confirmation of human mediocrity's reach (but if he were to found a TV channel things would change, oh, he could start with Asgardian history and costume, fashion, his mother's great library, the–). It doesn't lack in interesting shows for people who appreciate cerebral stimuli, though. The evenings when he's free and too tired for a tumble in the bed or two, Loki turns on the screen, sits on the sofa with the green plaid on his legs and flick through channels until he finds the right one. The repetitiveness of the action relaxes him. The physical passivity of the viewing helps him concentrate, just like the silence of Asgard's library did when he was a student.
He can reflect on what he's done, or has to do, take stock of the day.
And now he's not alone. Thor joins him after some minutes, fresh out of the shower. A kiss, an arm either around the shoulders or the waist (if he doesn't opt for lying down with his head on Loki's thighs) and the evening can start. Loki inwardly smiles and counts.
Within half an hour Thor is asleep. For one who lives of movement and noise television is soporific; without an action film on, he goes out like a light.
Loki turns the volume down and watches the show until the end. Then he tunes into a radio broadcasting classics – absolutely not romantic – and doesn't budge from the couch. Lying close to Thor, his breathing or heartbeat near, he closes his eyes to live the peace of their refuge.
Why did he think that the happiest destiny was to be king of a realm? Happiness is being lord of a house where love resides.
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