Thunder-gazing [Thorquill]

Chapter Five: Intruder Alert

"So how did it go?"

Ever since Loki revealed himself to Thor in his dreams, they've been closer than ever. With no more walls to tear down or put up, they used their precious time in the Draumr, as they called it, to rebuild their familial relationship. They cried on each other's shoulders, laughed at old memories that ended up with crying on each other's shoulders because they missed their old home, and told each other secrets and what the other didn't know about in their childhood, which resulted in more crying because of guilt.

There was a lot of crying.

Despite all the tears that might have flooded the Draumr if it wasn't a figment of Thor's imagination, comedic tropes occurred as well. Gossiping over the Avengers like girls at a sleepover complete with braiding each other's hair and Loki freaking out whenThor mentioned he was crushing on Quill, Loki turning into a snake because Thor likes snakes before he turned back into himself and stabbed Thor, heck Loki even used his illusions to create bad guys so they could do Get Help once more.

All in all, Thor and Loki were closer than ever.

"Not good." Thor groaned as he dramatically laid across a couch. Because the Draumr was technically Thor's, he could just think about what he wants it to look like, and bam! It exists! He decided to make the Draumr look like his old sleeping quarters of Asgard for obvious reasons. "I stuttered so much! He must think I'm weird now!" He covered his face with his hands making him sound muffled.

Loki seemed to understand him despite that. "Oh really?" He arched an eyebrow, knowing full well that Thor was exaggerating the situation. "And did you count how many times you stuttered separately?" He asked, trying to suppress a smirk even though Thor's hands still blocked his view.

"Uh, Yeah!" Thor said matter-of-factly. "I stuttered," Thor paused recounting the situation; as he did so his stubborn expression slowly faded out with realization. He crossed his arms and mumbled something Loki couldn't quite hear.

"I'm sorry brother, what was that?" Loki asked innocently as walked across the room to lean over Thor's body. "I couldn't quite hear you."

"I said that I stuttered five times!" Thor said slightly louder as he avoided any eye contact with Loki, who was going out of his way to make eye contact with him.

"Oh my, you really did blow it." Loki said, Thor could feel the shit-eating grin on his nonexistent lips. "You should just hide away in your bedroom for the rest of your life until you grow out your hair gain a bunch of weight thanks to beer as a way to cope with how badly you failed!"

Thor finally decided to make eye contact with Loki to give him a harsh glare. "Loki, please keep this serious." He pleaded.

Loki scoffed. "Why should I? The almighty god of thunder and king of Asgard is scared to talk to some petty biker their wannabe all because of a wittle cwush?" Loki said, daring to get into Thor's face; doing so all with a knowing smile.

"Loki." Thor said in a whisper. "I don't know what to do." His gaze softened at the thought of Peter Quill. "I don't know what my feelings are right now, but I want to focus on that later. I just want to impress him."

Thor didn't hear Loki say anything for a while, which contributed to his feelings of hopelessness and anxiety. Those feelings, although he felt them before, were still foreign to him. Before his coronation, he never really had those types of negative thoughts circle around in his head for too long; they were like a mini whirlpool you could create just by swirling your finger in water: not enough to be noticeable, but the current is there and easily stoppable. But now? After everything that has happened? His thoughts were like a giant whirlpool you could find in movies and such, and Thor wondered if he would drown in them.