Written to: Hello Seattle - Owl City, crosspost from AO3
Sapiosexual: One who is attracted to or aroused by intelligence in others.
Over the millennia, Loki's tried time and again to educate Thor on the finer points of etiquette and culture. Was it really so much to ask for him to chew with his mouth closed every once in a while, or to pick up a book once every other century? Was that really such a big demand? Loki knew he was demanding, but he didn't think this was such a big deal to ask.
Thor, of course, would attempt to listen to Loki while he was trying to educate him, but then he would in a few hours' time go back to stabbing huge slabs of steak with a knife before popping it in his mouth. Loki would glare at him from across the table (and Thor would completely ignore him, having perfected that art about 50 years into their relationship) and go back to cutting his meat into perfectly bite-sized portions. Thor would argue that the blocks of steak he was consuming were also bite-sized, depending on how one looked at it, and Loki would just sigh in exasperation and rub at his temples.
So the evening that Thor comes into the bedchambers after putting Modi to bed and proceeds to recite a Shakespearean sonnet comes as nothing less than an extraordinary surprise. Loki has to go over and pinch him and make sure that he is indeed real.
Thor grins at him, and Loki thinks he detects a slight sparkle about his mouth, but quickly decides that must just be the flickering candlelight as Thor begins to speak:
"Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved."
Loki swallows roughly, quickly helps Thor unbuckle his breastplate, and hurriedly rushes him to the bed.
The next morning, when Loki wakes, Thor is snoring barbarically beside him and he can feel a delicious soreness deep in his bones. In the cool light of early morning, he rubs his fingers across Thor's lips, detects the faintest traces of a seidr that he does not know.
Frowning, he gathers a robe around him and pads off in the direction of the nursery.
When he enters, Modi looks up at him impishly (and Loki wonders if this is how Thor feels when Loki gives him the same look) and gives him a little, toothless smile.