( sometimes, he forgets how big thor actually is until he's standing right next to him. it's not just his height, or the width of his shoulders, or the fact that one of his biceps is nearly the size of loki's head. it's his warm smile, and the boom of his laugh, and the big, empty hole that's left behind whenever he leaves a room. next to thor, loki feels small, insignificant, lost in his shadow. but when thor looks at him, he feels like he can take on the world.
it's a dangerous thing, to let someone have that much power over him. it's part of the reason he plays his games, to feel — even if only for a moment — like he's the one who has power over thor, and not the other way around.
but there are things he wants, things thor seems all too willing to give, if loki just says the word. maybe tonight is the night he'll finally do it. when thor looks at him, he looks right back, unflinching, unreadable. he lays a hand on top of thor's. ) What I want... ( he starts, and then —
he removes thor's hand from his glass. ) ... is my drink, if you don't mind.
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it's a dangerous thing, to let someone have that much power over him. it's part of the reason he plays his games, to feel — even if only for a moment — like he's the one who has power over thor, and not the other way around.
but there are things he wants, things thor seems all too willing to give, if loki just says the word. maybe tonight is the night he'll finally do it. when thor looks at him, he looks right back, unflinching, unreadable. he lays a hand on top of thor's. ) What I want... ( he starts, and then —
he removes thor's hand from his glass. ) ... is my drink, if you don't mind.