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Fandral (Zachary Levi) VS Fandral (Josh Dallas) for Loki! ›:3

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Thor looked around his brother's room. Loki's spell practice had gone wrong, and here they are, ended up with his boyfriend and his alternative version. The two Fandrals were sitting opposite to each other, Loki beside his boyfriend. Thor stood by the door, checking if it was locked properly.

He must've known that when Loki had came up to him and told him there was a problem, it's going to be a big trouble. He didn't expect to see a random guy wearing his friend's clothes and looked suspiciously similar to him.

The Fandral of their world was confused too much at first, doubting if Loki had not been satisfied with him and made a clone of his own.

"Love, can't you find a way to send him back?" He asked, clearly disturbed by the glances the other Fandral was throwing at Loki. "I'm trying!" Loki exclaimed, looking up from his heavy tome. "Can I have some time alone, please?"

"I'm afraid not, brother. No one can know what's going on in here, so no one's going outside of this room" the thunderer spoke, and Loki rolled his eyes. The blue eyed Fandral chuckled. "You sound a bit wiser than the Thor I know. And you," he pointed at Loki. "are just as handsome as the Loki in my Asgard" He said, a strange smile on his lips when he locked eyes with Loki.

Loki's cheeks turned red. "Thank you," he breathed out. Thor, obviously, could see that Fandral was burning with jealousy from the look on his face. Loki too, noticed it, as he winced feeling Fandral's arm press on his shoulder tightly.

He smirked, and decided to test the waters.

"I apologise once again, Fandral." Loki said, smiling that smile he only did to his Fandral. "for bringing you here," he flipped another page of his tome.

To his lover's utter surprise, his alternative version smiled too and waved it off. "Oh, please! Don't." He chuckled. "A beauty like you shouldn't apologise for such mistakes. I'm glad I got to witness such grace, dear prince," Thor almost laughed at Fandral's reaction.

"I see everyone in your realm is better than their versions here. I clearly remember Fandral's face when he would have to talk to my brother. He was as red as a tomato!" Thor said and Loki chuckled, making Fandral's jealousy turn into anger.

"But I bet my Loki is the most beautiful and clever one in all the worlds." Fandral said. Loki turned to him with his face tinged pink, but still knew he was jealous. "I should agree with that. Since, my prince isn't too clever to acknowledge my affection for him," the blue eyed swordsman trailed off, his signature smile vanishing.

Loki decided to pretend as if he wasn't listening and continued to read the spells, but his lover did. "I think it must be because of your beard. It looks...a bit old-styled," he snickered.

At that sentence, the alternative's brows furrowed, an offended reaction on his face. "Why, your hair looks like you hadn't combed it in days! At least I look decent," he said back at him.

Thor decided to step out of this and went near Loki, to see what he's doing. Beneath the thick tome, he was making a stone float in air and Thor raised his eyebrows.

"Seriously, brother?" Thor whispered. Despite the squabble of the two Fandrals, Loki heard it and caught the stone in his hand. "Wait and watch, you oaf," Loki said and the stone in his hand disappeared. Thor blinked out of confusion. "Where'd it go?"

Loki looked up at Thor and smiled. "To his timeline," he turned his head towards the new Fandral, who was now standing in level with their one. "I'll teach you a lesson, you over talking trash!" He was about to pull out his sword, when Loki waved his hand and he vanished with a yelp.

The brown eyed Vanir looked dumb founded, and put his rapier back in it's sheath. "Thanks, but I like my Fandral better," Loki stated to no one in particular and walked up to his boyfriend, hugging him tightly. Thor followed as well, a look of relief on his face.

"Now, love birds. I'll take my leave if my work here is done," the elder prince walked towards the door when Fandral called him out. "You did nothing, anyways." He said, pulling back from the hug, but still holding the trickster's in his arms.

Thor looked over his shoulder, cocking an eyebrow. "You better shut that mouth of yours, Fandral," he shook his head and left with a chuckle, shutting the door behind him.

Loki laughed and went to sit on his bed, followed by Fandral. He put away his tome in a drawer beside his bed when he helped in surprise. "Give me some space, you buffoon!" The prince exclaimed, as he felt big hands wrap around his waist.

The swordsman rested his face on Loki's shoulder, kissing his cheek and allowing him to turn. "You know, I was scared that you summoned him since I wasn't making you happy,"

Loki let out a chuckle and patted his lover's back. "You are my happiness, Ástvinur," he linked their lips and moved to sit on his lap. Fandral's hands moved south towards the mage's hips and Loki's found their way around his neck.

"And actually, I think I should teach you some manners on how to act in front of guests," Loki said when he pulled away, his face still inches away from Fandral's.

The blonde's eyebrows lifted up. "You call that arrogant bastard as guest?"

"He's you." Loki smiled. "And for the manners," he waved towards the door, and instantly it was locked. "I'm teaching you those now," he pushed Fandral on his back, straddling his waist.

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