A/N: This is the one inspired by the art. If the art is yours, (if anyone even knows what I'm talking about) let me know please.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Loki was trying to sleep. Trying and failing, yet again. His bed was too large for just him, and the whole thing was still ice cold. He usually didn't mind the cold. He wasn't like Thor, always needing a roaring fire, but tonight he was thinking too much and the cold bed just added to his discomfort. He had stayed up late, reading, trying to get sleepy, but it hadn't worked and he finally gave up and got in bed, resigned to another night of staring at the wall.

He heard a knock on the door to his room. He knew who it was just by the weight of the fist against the wood, the rhythm of the knock. The door cracked open and he heard a familiar voice.

"Loki…can I come in?" Thor whispered, his usually loud voice soft in the night.

"No, Thor. Get out." Loki punctuated his refusal by throwing one of his pillows at his brother's face as hard as he could, catching the door as well and forcing it half shut.

"But Loki," he heard Thor complain in the hall, voice muffled by the pillow and the partially closed door. This was part of it, the feint, where Loki turned him away. Would but he meant it, Loki wished.

The door pushed open again, spilling light across the wall Loki was resolutely staring at. It remained open, even when he stayed silent.

Loki finally rolled over, one hand over his face. Thor looked pitiful. His golden hair was sleep rumpled, and he was clutching the pillow and looking at him mournfully. Some things never changed. Loki sighed.

"Fine, just close the door. You're letting in light." He rolled back over as he heard the door click shut and his room was cloaked in darkness once again.

He held his breath as Thor's weight dented the bed.

"It's very cold tonight, brother." Thor whispered.

Loki didn't reply, focused instead on every slight dip in the bed as Thor wriggled under the bedclothes.

"The bed is still cold. Have you been up?" Thor asked.

Loki still didn't reply, his every nerve strung with anxiety and sleeplessness. He shut his eyes. He wanted to tell Thor he hadn't been able to sleep for over a fortnight now, but his pride wouldn't let him. They were no longer children. It was probably no longer proper for them to even share quarters.

"Brother?" Thor whispered, right in his ear, a hand on his shoulder. Loki had missed the shifting that had brought Thor into the small space of the bed he had managed to warm. Thor, who needed the heat and electricity of another person like it powered him. The hand on his shoulder felt like the sun, large and warm, dwarfing him. Always dwarfing him.

Loki tensed his muscles, trying to keep himself from relaxing into his brother. But by now, after all these years, it was reflex. Thor's touch was always a signal to power down, especially in the night when they couldn't sleep and ended up in the same bed. Thor ran his hand down Loki's back, pressing lightly.

"Are you well?" He paused. "Loki, if you really do not wish me here—"

"No," Loki managed to choke out. "No, it's fine." He couldn't say it, couldn't say stay, but Thor managed to read it off of him. They had been reading each other for a long time.

Thor hummed happily, easily pleased as always. Thor wrapped both large arms around his waist and pulled Loki flush against him. As he fitted Loki into the contours of his body, Loki choked down a squeak. Thor nosed at the back of his neck, like Loki was a very large pillow.

"Goodnight, Loki," Thor whispered into his ear.

"Goodnight," Loki whispered back. And if his voice shook, Thor didn't comment.

The tension fell out of Loki's body easily after that, leaving him exhausted. He was wrapped in heat and had Thor breathing softly against the back of his neck. Loki fell asleep smiling.