Little Loki's Big Adventure

A night's prayer

Notes:

Hi everyone,

First of all, thank you so so much for all your awesome comments! Here's the next chapter. It's not as funny as the others, but I think it's kinda cute and gives some explanation on how/why Loki is living with the Avengers in the first place. :)

Anyway, hope you will enjoy!

'Do I have to sleep here?' the younger god asked as he looked around.

'Yes, this is your room, Loki.' Thor sat down on the trickster's bed and stared into the simplistic, almost clinical chamber. His brother didn't have much personal belongings except for a closet with his clothes and shelves filled with rows and rows of books. In the corner of his room stood a dark oak desk, a pile of books, some pens, and a small lamp standing on top of it. And finally, there was his bed, the only item which showed any form of luxury as it was a top brand furniture. Loki always valued his good night's sleep.

'There are no toys,' the young raven concluded sadly as he looked through some pages from a spell book on the desk. 'It is almost like a guest room... Do I not have things of my own? Maybe some stuffed animals or drawings?' he asked as he let his fingers touch the cold white wall, a shiver running down his small body.

'... I do not think so.' Thor looked at the raven with a beaten down expression. He had hardly ever set foot in his brother's room and only now noticed how basic it was. It was indeed as if no one owned this chamber, as if it was just a spare bedroom. If Loki had any personal belongings, he made sure to keep them out of sight.

'Thor?'

'Yes, brother?' The god looked up, snapped out of his thoughts.

'This chamber makes me feel... gloomy,' Loki continued as he wrapped his arms around his body, 'It makes me wonder... Am I happy growing up?'

Thor gulped as he thought this through, a slight feeling of frustration hitting him as he noticed he could not say with absolute certainty that his grown-up brother was living a happy life. 'I believe you are content.' He eventually decided to say while Loki crawled underneath the blankets.

'That is good to hear.' The raven smiled at his brother while the blond tucked him in. 'Good night, brother. I love you,' he whispered as he wrapped his small arms around the god's neck once more.

'Pleasant dreams, Loki.' The blond smiled affectionately as he placed a gentle kiss on his little brother's temple. He turned off the lights and made sure to leave the door slightly ajar. 'If there is anything the matter, all you have to do is walk out of this room. We are surrounded by friends, by family, so there will always be someone close-by to help you.'

'Yes, brother,' the raven's voice was soft, his eyes closed as he buried himself under the pile of blankets. 'Sleep well.'

Thor smiled and went downstairs. He joined some of his fellow Avengers in the lounge, drinking a beer before heading to bed himself.

*

It was already three o'clock and the blond lay tossing and turning in his large bed, the question his baby brother had asked him still echoing in his head.

Loki is happy, at least, so he thought. But now that he started to think about this, he came to doubt that what he thought was fact.

After the Chitauri invasion, led by the god of mischief himself, Loki had undergone severe punishment in Asgard. It was then that Thor had decided he would never let his younger brother out of his sight, or rather, out of his life. Convincing his father that Loki should mend his ways on Midgard, taking lessons from the mortals he once tried to rule, Odin laid his final punishment on the raven god; exile to Midgard for a year.