Loki turns a look of muted exasperation on his elder brother.  He understands and concurs, really, that Thor’s purpose in life is to be a big brother, and therefore, to occasionally pester Loki until the witchling sees red. 

But Loki’s eating his game hen–for once, he was permitted to eat something other than the red meat that upsets his somewhat delicate constitution–and the thunderling interrupts this most wondrous occasion with the finger suspended midair. 

     “Stop,” he insists, rather factually, already calculating whether or not mother and father will notice if he transmogrifies Thor’s whole arm into a bare chicken wing.  Probably, if Thor made a fuss, but Thor making a fuss means he’ll have to admit he was bothering Loki, so there’s Loki’s leverage. 

He smirks.  

   “Or don’t.” 

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He considers Poppy for a few moments, debating about how he can accurately describe how it is to have a brother, well, a sibling, if he was to be entirely accurate to how Loki was on a regular basis.

Thor’s brow furrows in immense concentration as he thinks. Having a sibling..there are so many ways to describe how things were with Loki, and trying to wrap that all up into a few, simple words seems almost nigh impossible.

But, to give Poppy a response, he will make an attempt.

“Rewarding.” He finally settles on, his furrowed brow still scrunched as he thinks and speaks at the same moment. “There is nothing quite like having a sibling, Poppy. I find that you may see those who do have siblings describe them in a variety of colourful ways, and those who do not either wishing for or being happy with their non-sibling status. Depends entirely upon the person. But, aye, rewarding. Loki is a fascinating individual, and though we have experienced our moments, both those good and bad, I think that, at the end of the day it will always be a rewarding experience.”

He pauses, before figuring he should expand upon it.

“As such, I can look upon Loki whenever I might be needing him, I can reflect on our many shared memories, of when we were young, and know that there were and have been more good than bad. I can continue to make memories with him today. Having a sibling can be frustrating, and there is no doubt that we get upon each other’s nerves from time to time, but at the end of the day, the overwhelming love and adoration is still there. And I can know, that he can call me any variety of names, and mean it only in the most affectionate of senses.” He chuckled.

“To have a brother, a sibling, is to have someone to cheer you on, to comfort you, to berate you when, in my case, anyway, one’s head needs deflating. To drive you slightly mad, to make you laugh, make you cry, and make you know that no matter what the battle, you’ve always got a strong confident at your side. Hard times, easy times, good times, bad times, it all circles back to that same word, rewarding.”

Any variety of names, eh?  

       “Stinky water buffalo!!!!!” 

Aye, that certainly felt rewarding.  

Thor sighs, before his mouth turns up in amusement.

“See what I mean? This yellowing turnip makes the point known.”

These are the two ancient and immeasurably powerful deities who have demonstrated the willingness and the capacity to die for each other, or to nearly kill each other, and here they stand, exchanging infantile insults, and indeed, if that isn’t the perfect manifestation of sibling bonds, nothing is. 

      “Aren’t turnips red, brother? Nay, radishes.  Why am I a turnip?  A noble and most useful vegetable? Oh, I see, are you calling me a staple in the lives of many? Thor, how kind.”