I. The first time Loki holds his hand, Thor is three and Loki is just a baby. He is small but strong, and his little fingers wrap around one of Thor’s hard and tight enough to almost hurt. Thor doesn’t tell Mother this, though, because he doesn’t want Mother to think he’s small and weak.
Instead, he suffers the indignity quietly, a smile on his face as he faces Father’s court and Father announces that Loki is their new prince. He is too young to understand the glances the courtiers exchange, and he is too young to understand the meaning behind the whispers. When Mother tenses beside him, he presses closer to her and grins. Her smile is quick and fleeting, and he wonders why she doesn’t really smile, like she does when they’re alone
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Oh god all my crying, all the tragedy and loss and hatred and hurt and grief -- it started out so sweet, so cute and fluffy, and then plunged full-on into angst. Hugely effective, beautifully written. ... *sobs in corner*
The first time Loki holds his hand, Thor is three and Loki is just a baby. He is small but strong, and his little fingers wrap around one of Thor’s hard and tight enough to almost hurt. Thor doesn’t tell Mother this, though, because he doesn’t want Mother to think he’s small and weak.
Instead, he suffers the indignity quietly, a smile on his face as he faces Father’s court and Father announces that Loki is their new prince. He is too young to understand the glances the courtiers exchange, and he is too young to understand the meaning behind the whispers. When Mother tenses beside him, he presses closer to her and grins. Her smile is quick and fleeting, and he wonders why she doesn’t really smile, like she does when they’re alone ( ... )
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my
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brb sobbing into my pillow
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This is so beautiful, I loved them all but my favorites where the ones in their childhood and the last one.
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