[ If Thor listened to everything Loki told him, nothing would get anywhere. But they'd also probably not have gotten as divided as they are. But, then they'd never have gotten to this point either - a more full understanding of one another, and a rewarding love between them strengthened. He doesn't so much as consider obeying the commands Loki's giving him.
But, he does lean back somewhat, just enough to peer down at Loki's face, about to tell him something else, but he halts for a moment when he sees that the blue of his jotun nature has already kept up his neck, coloring his face and eyes - already taken over the skin that Thor's hand is rested on. And yet, not burning him. Not yet, anyway. He's breathless for a passing few seconds, looking over all the details of his brother like this. He still looks like Loki to him, nothing foreign about him like one might expect. There's just a certain newness added to it. In some kind of awe, his hand at his neck lifts to trace a thumb along the raised lines at the side of his face, over his forehead, admiring, before he meets his eyes, deep and crimson.
He can't really help taking the opportunity, because Thor's a douche like that. He leans forward and kisses him, deep and firm and full, feeling the chill against his skin and finding something wonderful about the sensation of it. He won't linger for long, because he's sure he's about to get a knife through his one good eye left for this, so, after rushing that kiss he'd stolen from him, Thor pulls back, arms around Loki's back and hips, before he hoists him up into his arms, bridal style. ]
Okay, okay, we're going, I promise. [ but he's clearly not letting go. Sorry, booboo. ]
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But, he does lean back somewhat, just enough to peer down at Loki's face, about to tell him something else, but he halts for a moment when he sees that the blue of his jotun nature has already kept up his neck, coloring his face and eyes - already taken over the skin that Thor's hand is rested on. And yet, not burning him. Not yet, anyway. He's breathless for a passing few seconds, looking over all the details of his brother like this. He still looks like Loki to him, nothing foreign about him like one might expect. There's just a certain newness added to it. In some kind of awe, his hand at his neck lifts to trace a thumb along the raised lines at the side of his face, over his forehead, admiring, before he meets his eyes, deep and crimson.
He can't really help taking the opportunity, because Thor's a douche like that. He leans forward and kisses him, deep and firm and full, feeling the chill against his skin and finding something wonderful about the sensation of it. He won't linger for long, because he's sure he's about to get a knife through his one good eye left for this, so, after rushing that kiss he'd stolen from him, Thor pulls back, arms around Loki's back and hips, before he hoists him up into his arms, bridal style. ]
Okay, okay, we're going, I promise. [ but he's clearly not letting go. Sorry, booboo. ]