Written to: Strawberry Avalanche - Owl City, crosspost from AO3

B'shert: Literally, "destiny;" referring to the seeking of a person who will complement you and whom you will complement perfectly.

"Loki, darling. Loki, wake up," Thor whispers, reaching out and shaking Loki's shoulder tentatively. Loki mutters something in his sleep, and rolls over, clutching a pillow tighter to his chest, waving to Thor to go away and let him sleep in peace. Jory, who has managed to slither into Thor's half of the bed, hisses at him lightly, lazily, before coiling around Loki's wrist and snuggling his nose into the palm of Loki's open hand.

"Loki," Thor hisses, reaching out and pinching the soft skin of Loki's inner arm.

Loki jumps, cracks open an eye, and glares at him. "What do you want?" he snaps, gently stroking Jory's scaly head to soothe him back into sleep; the baby serpent complies happily and snuggles in between Loki's index and middle fingers with a soft sigh. "Must you insist on waking me up at ungodly hours of the morning?"

"I need to know," Thor says. "I need you to remind me of that flower you wanted, all those millennia ago. I said that I was going to try again to find it for you, and Mjolnir is feeling rather accommodating, so I think I can safely be back before lunchtime."

Loki looks at him in positive disbelief, amazed by the fact that Thor actually remembered something that transpired a few days ago; usually his memory was goldfish-like in nature and he couldn't grasp any facts that occurred three or more seconds ago.

"Blue flowers," Loki finally manages to say, once he gets over his disbelief. "Blue flowers, occurring in multiples of threes. The stems are a deep, dark green, almost black, and it has sharp curling thorns. Smells like peppermint, but it is very important that you do not taste it, because it is poisonous and can make you sick."

Thor nods, mulling over the flowers' description and committing it to memory.

"May I get back to sleep now?" Loki asks, snapping the covers up around himself. "You let all the cold air in. How am I supposed to sleep now?" he pouts.

"I will fetch Modi for you, and he can sleep next to you," Thor says. "The babe generates heat like a fire elf."

Loki is already half-asleep when Thor returns with Modi bundled up in his arms. Thor smiles, pressing a kiss to Loki's temple as he carefully deposits Modi next to Loki; his grin widens as Modi snuggles up to Loki's chest and Loki lifts up his arm a bit to allow Modi to press his cheek into the hollow of Loki's neck.

"You tasted it, didn't you." Loki rolls his eyes as he stares down at Thor in his sickbed; from his position in Loki's arms, Modi copies his mama's exasperation and sticks his thumb in his mouth, and Thor cannot help but smile. His smile quickly turns into a wince as another sharp pain goes shooting through his abdomen.

"I forgot that you said it smelt like peppermint, and thought you said it tasted like peppermint. The cold winds in the Asgardian mountains are not always so kind for recollections, and blow them all out of one's head at the slightest chance."

Loki sighs, sitting down next to Thor. "It only blows the thoughts out of your head because you only have a few thoughts in there and so they cannot help but be swept up."

Thor smiles, closing his eyes and sighing. "I did not forget you," he reminds Loki, and his eyes are not open to see a flush steal across Loki's cheeks. "You are always a constant thought. Perhaps the wind blows all the thoughts out of my head because you take up so much space in my mind there is hardly room for anything else."

Loki rolls his eyes again, blushing furiously, and turns his gaze to the vase of blue flowers on the nightstand.