Age switch (for Thor)

[talented_liar]

Loki was no stranger to bad dreams, but this one was one of the worst. Usually they were nothing that he could concretely remember when he woke up the next morning, just the memory of a deep, bone-biting cold. (Which Thor had said was a stupid sort of thing to have nightmares about, but it was his dream, not his brother's and he could be scared

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[havenoplans]

The first poke was accompanied by a small, almost kittenish groan, but it's the second that sees Thor wake with a start, one arm lifting to cover to his face from a proper attack, though it never comes. Blinking blearily in the bright light and shaking off the last vestiges of sleep, it takes him a moment to notice that, though the arm is a familiar one, it's not quite right, far too tiny to belong to the God of Thunder, one stripped of his birthright or not. It takes him another moment to realize that the child who woke him is Loki, and yet one more to take a glance around his sparsely decorated room, and know with certainty that they are still upon the island of Tabula Rasa, and not back in Asgard where they both belong at this age

[talented_liar]

"We've been stolen," Loki says, his face and voice serious as he waits to see what his older brother will do next. After all, it is his job to come up with the plans just as it is Loki's job to listen and then make them into better plans. It's a delicate task, but he enjoys it, especially when he can change a plan so neatly that Thor thinks it was his idea all along.

"Do you think Mother and Father know we're missing?"

[havenoplans]

"I haven't the patience for your games, Loki," says Thor grumpily, hopping off the bed, and promptly tripping over the hem of the shirt he'd worn to sleep in the night before. It's far too big for him now, the collar sitting askew on his shoulders so that one arm is half-exposed; his other undergarments were tangled in the sheets, having already slipped off in sleep. (Had he really ever been this small?)

Pulling himself off the floor, Thor casts his brother (now younger in every sense of the word) a dubious glance as he strides towards the dresser with too-short steps, his shirt gathered between his hands as to not trip again.

"You know they don't. I explained that to you not two days ago."

[talented_liar]

"But I'm not playing a game! Honest!" Loki follows after Thor, his own clothing also far too large, but thankfully not posing as much of a tripping hazard as his brother's. All the while he frowns. Thor is supposed to be helping to come up with a plan right now, not accusing him of lying. It isn't fair. He hasn't lied about anything this big all week.

"I was in bed having a bad dream -a different one this time, not the one with cold- and then I woke up in there." He points off towards the room he was in before finding Thor. "We must have been kidnapped. And you didn't explain anything about Mother and Father."