That Time I Played Cupid - Request by BreezeTheSwift

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There were no words that could describe my excitement upon seeing my brother stepping into the gardens, the being of his affection linked arm in arm with him as they strolled through the beautiful flowers and foliage that Mother adored.

Nor can I describe my discomfort in perching in one of the well-groomed bushes that acted like walls down the stone paths, leading towards the fountain which had water that glowed magnificently in the moonlight.

It was the perfect spot for them to sit upon and waste the hours away talking, as I had told him.

Mere days ago Loki had rushed into my room, looking panicked and paler than his usual tone.

Initially, I thought he was running from the consequence of some trick he had pulled and had voiced as such, jokingly of course.

Rather than giving me a courteous laugh, he instead sat down on my bed and took some calming breaths, which gave me time to settle down myself and prepare for the big brother shtick.

"What is the matter with you?" I finally asked, being as serious as I could.

Loki took his time in replying, instead choosing to stare at the ground as he fidgeted with his fingers and bounced his left leg.

Eventually, he took a deep breath and looked up at me, catching my eye.

"I think I may be in love."

Raising my eyebrows, I sat up straight in my seat as if flinching away from scolding steam.

"What is this?" I laughed, "you are in love?"

"Is that so humorous?" He said, coming off as snappy and defensive.

"No, not at all," I shook my head, holding my hands up, "I am merely surprised, what with you being a creature of solitude and abrasiveness."

"Even goblins can fall for princesses."

"How very poetic, so who is the lucky goblin?"

Loki stared at me with a blank expression that gave off nothing but hostility, before rolling his eyes and standing up.

"I knew this was a bad idea and yet I still convinced myself I was wrong," he grumbled.

"Wait, I'm sorry," I pleaded, though it was broken by a chuckle, "please, tell me what is wrong with being in love?"

He looked down at me then sighed, dropping back onto the mattress.

"Nothing is wrong with it," he said, "but I feel as if my feelings are misplaced."

"Ridiculous!"

He flinched back at how loudly I had yelled, not that I could blame him, I hadn't intended to be that high volume.

Much like my strength, sometimes I didn't know when I was using too much.

"Seriously, Loki," I smiled, "there is no reason to not try anything with them, what is life without risks?"

"I know and I understand all that, but I'm not sure how to do it."

"You? Unsure of yourself?"

"Is it uncommon to be unsure in this occasion, brother?"

"Very true but asking to court someone isn't as difficult as you may believe."

"Is it not? I thought you merely got drunk and yelled lines in their face until they give in."

"If you're Fandral it is."

We both laughed, once things settled again Loki looked at me with an uncertainty he rarely allows others to see, his mask of bravado slipping as it only would around Mother and myself.

"You really think I stand a chance?"

I nodded and smiled at him, "I really do."

From that point on we spent a long while trying to think of a way for Loki to confess to his love how he felt without it ending in disaster, which would be a rare result in itself considering he was involved.

In the end, we decided to go with a simple moonlit walk through the gardens with small talk, beautiful sights and wonderful company.

Just the two of them.

And me, hiding in this bush while waiting for that perfect moment.

Typically, I wouldn't care about these things but being a part of their get together would give me a strange sense of pride and I was going to run with it while I could and get everything out of this moment.

I can't quite hear them from my vantage point, but that wasn't going to stop me from trying and each barely managed to pick up word boosts my determination.

By chance, I had managed to position myself with the best view of where they were sitting and talking rather animatedly.

It didn't take long for everything to grow boring, being unable to hear them was making the experience less enjoyable and more a dull and uncomfortable.

I stick it out for five more minutes, in silent hope of picking something up beyond mumbled words here or there, but ultimately I decide that it was time to leave and get inside, away from prickly branches that were trying to stick into my orifices.

I shuffle back from my spot, being mindful not to rustle the leaves too much and give away my position.

Loki could handle it from here alone, I doubt there was going to be any need for me to jump out and come to the rescue so it was time to grab some mead and maybe a good leg of meat.

Making sure I'm low, I creep along the bush-line and try to push aside the growing ache between my shoulder blades and down my back at having to hunch over.

"Oh god, Loki!"

A cold shiver runs down my spine and I freeze on the spot, nearly tripping over my own feet.

With great effort, I try not to make a sound and focus on the two at the fountain, which only proves to make a more disturbing mental image materialize.

There was panting, groans and lewd sentences that were getting louder.

I want to move but worry that even the smallest twitch would give my position away, but can I really crouch here and listen to my brother go much further than we discussed just the other day.

"You know, we truly have Thor to thank for this beautiful moment."

My head lifts just a little and it was soon after that realisation dawns on me, my eyes narrowing as I stand straighter, my full height exposing my position in the bush.

I turn to the fountain, seeing both of them sat there side by side, fully clothed and grinning like a pair of wolves.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Loki laughs.

"How did you know I was there?"

"You really think someone your size can wear a red cape and not be noticed among a sea of green?"

My mouth flounders a little, no words coming to me as they laugh together, at my expense no less.

I will never admit it out loud, but shame built up in my chest and I could only hope that Loki didn't notice even my cheeks reddening at being caught.

"Just you wait," I call, spinning on my heel to go inside to get two tankards of mead to wash away my embarrassment, "I'll get you back, brother!"

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