One shots

Thor and Loki Oneshot 2: Usually It Is I

Back again with a slightly less angsty oneshot just because. This is pretending Loki didn't die and that he made it to New Asgard and got to be a good Crown Prince with Thor as the King. Also, because I forgot to say this on the last one, I feel the unfortunate need to tell you guys, this is not Thor/Loki, because that is technically incest. They were raised as brothers, they consider each other brothers, they are brothers. Finally, I don't own the characters, Marvel does.

It started as a normal day for Loki, the Norse God of Mischief and Lies. He woke up in his room in New Asgard, in the house he and Thor shared. He was Crown Prince, the quick flash of pure joy at being wanted, reminded him.

Loki walked downstairs, and started making breakfast for himself and his elder brother. He normally woke earlier than Thor, and often made breakfast for the two of them.

When Thor came down, he looked a bit more tired than normal. That was an understatement, really.

The God of Lightning's eyes had deep bags under them. He was unhealthily pale.

Loki raised an eyebrow. "Sleep well?"

Thor grunts softly. "I've slept better."

Loki smirks. "I can tell."

He hands his brother a plate of food. He grins as sits beside Thor at the table.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Thor grumbled from beside him.

Loki smirks again. "You look terrible."

"Thanks. Shut up, please."

"Honestly, did you get any sleep last night, brother dearest?" Loki taunts.

"Shut up, Loki." Thor grumbles again.

Loki chuckles. "Can't make me."

Thor mutters an insult and Loki chuckles again.

"You're obnoxious." Thor growls.

"I try." Loki grins. "I truly try."

"I'm sure you do." Thor began to stand up, going to put away his dish.

Loki smirks, but his smile fades when his brother sways the second he stood.

"Thor?" Loki asks quietly. "Are you alright?"

Thor blinks a few times, and nods slowly. "I'm fine."

"You don't look fine." Loki argues.

"I'm fine, Loki." Thor retorts, but he instantly sways again when he tries to step.

"Thor?" He repeats.

Loki moves to his brother's side again, gently pulling the plate out of Thor's hand, and placing a nervous hand on Thor's shoulder.

"I am fine." Thor argues, wobbling again.

"Thor, you should go back to bed." Loki says.

"I do not need to." Thor mutters.

The brother have no more time to argue before an alarm goes off on Loki's phone.

Both brothers turn to look at the alarm.

"Warning: Avengers Team In Need of Assistance."

The phone speaks.

Loki sighs. "Great."

Loki grabs a few daggers, placing one in his pocket and magically storing the others.

"Grab your hammer, brother. It's looks like we've got a problem." Loki mutters.