Closed RP for @thesonofodin

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Right after he sent the text Loki regretted it. Opening up, talking about family, all of it sounded quite horrible. He could just disappear again, avoid it all. At the very least just continue over text, but no. He had spent so much energy running, it was time to face it.

He could have teleported straight into Thor's living room, and normally he would (just to annoy the thunderer), but this time he appeared outside the door and gave a polite knock. As much as it pained him to admit, now wasn't the time for games. Later he may revert back to joking, it was his natural defense when things got a bit too much, but for now he could put up the effort.

Thor deserved that much.

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[thesonofodin]

Growing up with Loki had meant learning to expect the unexpected. He'd finished his evening meal when the knock came at his chamber door, a repurposed suite of rooms aboard the Statesman, and there was mead to be had. Some of the refugees were beekeepers and some of the donations they'd received were gracious enough to be just that: bees and hives. It'd been months, yes, but they were starting to look like a society again.

Albeit much smaller than he'd ever known it to be. They didn't have luxuries like servants here, so he answered his own door and stared, a smile spreading across his face before he rushed his little brother, pulling him into a strong embrace.

"Brother! I didn't realize you knew how to knock! It's good to see you."

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Loki did his best not to flinch away when Thor swept him into a hug. He doesn't return the embrace, but does reach an arm around to give the other a couple of pats on the back.

"Yes, yes, good to see you too. Now put me down!" Once Thor let go Loki straightened his plain black shirt, eyeing Thor warily.

[thesonofodin]

Thor relinquished his brother after only a moment, still smiling, and glad to know he's actually there, the moved into the room and poured them both pints of mead, motioning to a seating area and giving Loki his cup as he joined him.

"It's not Asgardian mead, but that's mostly because all our bees are gone."

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Loki has always drank a lot, not because he wanted to get drunk, but rather because he enjoyed the taste -- especially mead. So normally he would sip, savor, really enjoy the flavor of the drink.

This was not one of those times. Loki took the rather large tankard and drained half of it in one go.

"As good as we're going to get with Earth bees."

He took another drink, smaller this time.

"Alright, let's get this over with."

[thesonofodin]

"Maybe after a few years of Asgardian tending they'll be better."

One could hope at least. He took a long pull of his own glass before setting it down harder than intended.

"Over with? Brother," He shook his head, looking over to Loki. for the past several years, his little brother had been a thorn in his side and yet...he'd also known Loki was dealing with things he couldn't fathom...only he could, now, with...everything.

"You were right, are you happy? I does sting. A lot, the lies, the...cover-up. You didn't see the palace. You remember the mural, all of Father's great feats: the liberation of Vanaheim, the thwarting of the Joten invasion of Midgard? It was a veil."

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Loki listens and, honestly Thor couldn't be surprised that he wasn't overly enthusiastic. He was here, wasn't he?

When he spoke, though, it wasn't in a mocking or flippant tone. He'd come here to have an honest talk. As long as he could stomach it, at least.

"We knew. We weren't told, but deep down we knew." He sighs. "Not about the maniac sister, of course. We had absolutely no warning about that one."