This Isn't Quite Right

It's Called No Touching for A Reason

Thor has always had a crappy life, just fucking read his name. His parents must have been sociopaths to give him that name, then again their names were Odin and Frigga.

He loved his parents once upon a time they were a happy family of three, but then he started to like science in his tween years. His parents were crazy religious Christians and tried to beat it into him that science was "the devil's work" and that he should forget it and go into the family store instead, a few more years of the "rebellious stage" and then he got a baby brother. He wasn't his brother by blood, no not by a long shot, he was just left on the doorstep one day and Thor picked him up and took care of him. His father reluctantly adopted him and Loki Odinson came to be.

He always felt sorry for Loki, his parents only ever gave him tight lipped smiles and a mild tolerance he tried to make his life less miserable. When Thor reached 18 he high tailed it out of there and went to M.I.T., it was also where he learned that he was taken away from the inheritance and no longer a part of the Odinson lineage. Fine that was fine, it wasn't like Darcy Lewis found him curled up in a ball on the floor sobbing or anything.

Nineteen became a real game changer. He'd finally asked out Jane Foster and they were going steady, that is until he heard news that his mother was giving birth to another child even though they said she couldn't conceive any more. Then he received a letter from his childhood friend (Sif) that she had died during child birth with the baby. He vaguely remembers being held by Jane while he cried into her shoulder.

At 20 another curve ball came and hit him in the face when his father up and went into a coma because an SUV ran a red light. Loki then was pushed into his care and it seemed that ten year old Loki couldn't understand why father couldn't just wake up already and Thor had to lie and say he's in "Odin's Sleep" like in the myths and that he will wake up someday. He went home to a bottle scotch and a cup that were calling his name, because tears had dried up by now.

Twenty-one and we've caught up, Jane who is now his science wife (fiancee if anyone wanted to get technical), and is on the biggest project in the world for S.H.I.E.L.D; transportation device. It was still in the pre-stages but still there. He was so wrapped up in the project he had growing slight stuble and his golden hair grew to about his shoulders. He liked it okay, but that was besides the point since he hadn't had any human interaction in a solid month and S.H.I.E.L.D decided his little brother had clearance to visit him. Which should have never happened.

Loki came roaring forward like a fucking train and jumped onto Thor's back, "Oh My God! Loki!" Thor screeched, "You yelp like a maiden Thor!" He giggled. The scientist grabbed his brother of his back, "I do not. What are you even doing here?" Loki smiled, "Oh, they let me in." Thor doubted that they let him in, he probably shimmed his way through the vents. "Sir Loki just-put that down." In the palm of his hand there lay a small pyramid-like machine.

Harmless in looks, sinister in purpose. It was a device that in theory would take you anywhere in the world, the only problem was that it was highly unstable and liable to just destroy your atoms. And Loki was holding it like an apple. "What it's not like-" a resounding click answered him. "Loki!" His brother evaporated into atoms and got sucked into the now open contraption. Without a moment of hesitancy he dove in after him.

Thor felt the cold air swirl around him, he heard the rippling of fabric, where was he? He turned his head. Oh God he was in the sky! And by the way he's going he's going to meet the ground faster that he thought!

*****CURVE BALL******

This an AU if you haven't figured that out. It may be a mess now but it will get awsome later on, I promise on the Valhian stars.