Brotherhood - Loki & Thor ♡

14. thorapist

After taking down Thanos, the Odinsons were now living on Earth. Though it turned out even heroes couldn't escape PTSD. Loki, however, seemed to be effected the most by the disorder, night terror and such. Couldn't really blame him, though. Getting strangled by the monster that had been his nightmare for years sure would leave quite a deep scar.

Since the God of Mischief would rather die again than talk to a stranger (a therapist) about his mental illness, Thor decided to take on the role and help his little brother.

Thor is a good bro.

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A hug a day keeps the doctor away.

"I did it! Did you see that? Did you see that?! I did it! Ha!" Thor jumped around like a child, doing it again just to make sure everybody in the room saw it.

"Yeah yeah we all saw it. That was very... wow." Tony held up his glass with the 'wow' that sounded overly high-note. Mostly-Iron Man and the rest of the folks just wanted to big oaf to shut up, really.

"Hey hey, I shall show all of you again. Be hold!" And Thor did it for the seventh time, shapeshifting himself into a Golden Retriever, and his friends were forced to pretend to be in shock and give him yet another round of applause.

The only person (except for Thor) who seemed to be genuinely amazed by the Thunder God's new power was his trainer: Stephen Strange. Since Loki wouldn't teach him and Thor would never ask, the oaf came to the wizard for a magic lesson.

"Now that greasy little backstabber isn't the only shapeshifter around here anymore. Suck it up, Loki!" Thor shouted even though his brother wasn't even in the room at the moment.

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Loki loved knives. Everybody knew that. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. The God of Mischief was on his way to the compound's library when he caught something shimmering at the corner of his eye.

It was a knife. Probably the most stunning dagger he had ever seen, and Loki lost control of himself. Utterly mesmerised, his legs began taking his body to the treasure laying still on the floor.

Loki lowered himself and when he picked it up, "Blerge, it's me!" the dagger transformed into the big oaf. Poor Loki didn't even have time to react. Before he could run away, he got attacked by two arms wrapping around him in a bones-crashing hug. Damnit. He fell for it again.

"Let go of me, Thor." He tried to jerk his head away, feeling his personal space being invaded to the maximum by Thor's cheeks pressing against his. Really though Loki wasn't going anywhere. Thor's hug was way too strong.

"I got you again!" Thor beamed happily, tightening the hug, and Loki rolled his eyes in defeat.

It was the third time today. They said a hug could heal anything, so Thor determined to give his poor baby brother as many hugs as he could. And Loki didn't know whether he should be grateful or cry.

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What makes you happy?

"Why are we doing this? Don't you have something else to do?" Loki sulked, not understanding why all Thor's attention was suddenly on him (he didn't know how hard it was for Thor when he thought Loki was dead, so now that they got each other back Thor wouldn't want to spend a minute without his brother)

"Just name them, Loki. It's not that hard. It'll make you feel better, I've read about it." Thor encouraged.

"So now you are what Midgardians call a therapist now?" Loki raised his brows.