Brotherhood - Loki & Thor ♡

51. the stars buzz around me - all lovely and green

Thor incidentally found out there was a thief, a culprit living among the people of New Asgard, and he was determined to do something about it.

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At first he cast it off as a little carelessness, an error from his own part. He was almost positive he had shed the crimson cape, his favorite, off his back and let the fine garment drop off on the bed once he returned to his residence once he was done with the council meeting with Valkyrie and the rest of the members.

He re-emerged from the bathroom after a nice shower, wearing only a towel around his waist, to the emptiness on the sheet. Thor drew his eyebrows into a knot. Unless his sleeveless cloak shared the same ability with Strange's (and Thor was sure it did not) he very much doubted the piece of clothing could move on its own. But the truth was that it was gone. Disappear. Nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps you'd misplaced it and forgot, he thought, trying to regain the memories that might have gotten lost somewhere in that, quote Loki's words, thick head of his. He was certain he put the damn thing there, right next to the pillow. Well, it's not here now, is it?

Which was... irritating. At least a little. With a short temper that he had, Thor never liked it when he didn't know where his stuff was. But Thor also possessed the die-hard habit of never organizing things; his room was a mess in which he put his belongings wherever his hand could reach at that time. So it shouldn't be so surprising that, from what it looked like, he currently lost his precious crimson cape (as in, he had no idea where the fuck where he put it)

He sighed. On the bright side, it wasn't like he needed it right now. It would be just... good to know where it was, but in the end he shrugged and figured not-knowing-the-whereabouts-of-his-cape-right-now wasn't the end of the world. He could worry about it later when he needed it back on his shoulders. But for now, he was tired and he was going to sleep the night off.

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Thor never found the cape. When he next needed it he spent a good thirty minutes thrashing the room to no avail until he eventually gave up and picked up another one from his wardrobe. It was the same crimson cape, only that the shade of the color was slightly different. A bit darker. And Thor preferred the old one. He was grumpy during the whole mission with his Avenger friends.

"Stop sulking like a moody grizzly," Loki eyed him judgmentally when they were flying above the ocean in the Quinjet on their way back home. "The task was a success. What more could you want?"

"My old cape," Thor huffed back in annoyance. "I cannot find it,"

"What's wrong with this one?"

"Nothing's wrong with this one. I just like the old one better."

Loki rolled his eyes. It resulted in Thor shooting him a murderous gaze. "Don't," Thor beat him to it, because he knew his unbearable brother was going to be a pain in the ass. "I'm not in the mood for it,"

"You are a very childish, oversized oaf." Loki went on anyway, disregard Thor's previous request.

The growl Thor made in his throat sounded precisely like a moody grizzly, but he didn't make any comeback nor did he physically kick Loki out of the flying vehicle (for a second Thor looked like he considered it) He simply clenched his fists and made for the other seat in the opposite corner, hoping Loki would take the hint.

The rest of the ride back home was spent in silence. Thor was somewhat grateful, though the way he saw — by the corner of his one eye — Loki continuously giving him that look was getting on his nerve. He fought back the urge to start a fight, knowing that would be exactly what his mischievous brother wanted.