Written to: Some Nights - Fun., crosspost from AO3
Abyssopelagic: Like or pertaining to the depths of the sea.
Thor doesn't know where Loki goes when he stares out the windows of their bedchambers, his head resting in the curve of his palm. He doesn't know what it is that Loki sees out there, why he drums his fingers restlessly against the window sill like he is playing an invisible piano with the music all mute so it is a song only he can hear.
He's asked Loki what he's thinking about, many times, but Loki only gives him an annoyed glance out of the corner of his eye and goes back to looking out the window.
In all reality, Loki isn't thinking about much when he stares out the window and absentmindedly traces drawings onto the bottom of the glass. His thoughts usually revolve around mundane things, like what he's going to have for dinner, what type of cake he would like to eat later, what story to read to Modi and Jörmungandr before bed.
But Thor doesn't know that, and so he asks Loki again and again if there is anything he can do or if there is anything he has done wrong. Sometimes Loki just gives him a short nod, just to see the creases appear between Thor's eyebrows as he racks his brains trying to think of what misdeeds he had committed. It amuses Loki to no end as Thor tries to prove his worth to him, through multitudes of flowers and kisses and sweets.
Thor is always greatly relieved those nights when Loki turns to him in their bed, a little smile dimpling the corners of his mouth, his eyes deep green in the flickering candlelight, and tells him not to worry anymore.