Written to: German Love - STRFKR, crosspost from AO3
Mudita: Sympathetic, vicarious joy; happiness rather than resentment at someone else's well-being or good fortune; the opposite of schadenfreude.
Thor tosses a glance at Loki over his shoulder as the warm salty waves of the Caribbean Sea laps up around his waist, grins back at Loki, who is sitting on the beach and sipping a tasty drink from a tall glass with a frilly umbrella hooked over the lip.
Thor waves at Loki to join him, but Loki staunchly refuses to budge, his limbs already perfectly slathered with 45 SPF sunscreen and his body wedged under a large beach umbrella to protect himself from the sun's rays. He flips through the pages of some hideously written Midgardian romance novel and tries to keep the sand from blowing into his eyes with one hand as he sips his Mai Tai.
"I can see you perfectly well from here," Loki calls back, swatting away a little crab that has crawled up to his blanket and pinching at his foot curiously, wondering what he can possibly be. The crab glares at him - if crabs could glare - and scuttles away, burrowing back into the sand an inch from Loki's leg. Loki holds the book aloft, waiting for the foul beast to resurface so he can smack it into the afterlife.
Thor is absolutely not convinced, holds aloft the trident that Poseidon had lent to him for a few days, sends a giant wave crashing straight into Loki, washing away the horrendous Midgardian romance (which was, all things considered, quite a relief) and knocking over several sandcastles, sending twenty or so small children running to their mothers with tears in their eyes.
Loki, much against his better wishes, is swept back out to sea; Thor catches him as he is bobbing past, clutching the remains of the beach umbrella. Once he is quite sure Loki has found stable footing in the wet sand underfoot, Thor splashes him with a vast quantity of water that gets everywhere, drenching Loki's hair and getting in his eyes and mouth. Loki frowns, closes his eyes and rubs the salt out, spits out the briny water directly into Thor's face and is vastly displeased when Thor begins to laugh.
"You are not very nice," Loki says, pouting more for the fact that that is the only retort he can come up with. "I was having a good time just reading and sitting on the beach."
Thor smiles, grasps Loki by the waist, the trident clutched firmly in the other hand. "Yes, but I wished to have a good time with you. Would you like to explore the depths of the sea, fairest? The trident can take us places, much like Mjolnir."
Before Loki has a chance to respond, Thor takes him firmly by the wrist and dives further out into the water, tugging Loki along beside him into the depths. Loki sighs, takes a deep breath and holds it, and tries not to smile as he watches Thor's wonder at the coral reefs and tropical fish swimming underneath their feet.