ʻIt is unwise to be in my company right now, brotherʼ, Thor warned him, but when did Loki ever listen to his brother? Besides, things could get very interesting when Thor was in that mood. So Loki ignored his brother’s words and sat next to him on the steps. Carefully close, shoulder touching shoulder as he crouched down and then withdrew a bit further. Thor didn’t want to play along. He kept staring ahead into the distance, annoyed.

But Loki wasn’t about to give up. If he could only catch Thor’s gaze for a moment, or perhaps fuel his frustration a bit more and to the right direction, they might get caught up in something they really shouldn’t. That something just happened to be exactly what Loki wanted, and if -

ʻWhat is this?ʼ

Loki’s head snapped to the direction of the door when he heard a familiar voice. He couldn’t believe it. Damn Sif and the Warriors Three! Those idiots really knew how to time their entrance. He sighed and turned back to look at Thor. Still staring ahead, still annoyed. Looked like Loki wouldn’t get to play the games he wanted to play that night after all. Other kind of fun then, perhaps?