Loki made a face as he tilted his head side-ways to look over at his mother laughing exultantly while she gave adoring looks to that old man she loved so much. His friend hovered behind him, watching curiously and snorted right after she noticed what he was looking at. He glared at her in annoyance as her lips stretched widely and she shook her head, giving Loki an amused look that he rolled his eyes at. Frigga, his mother, noticing Loki and Darcy lurking by the kitchen's entrance, widened her eyes as if her own son was going to tackle her or do something terrorizing right that second. Loki gave a sullen glare to the ground before he walked up and went to the fridge to find something to take, (to eat or drink or anything really) so he could get out of here quickly without any awkward polite chats with Frigga's 'boyfriend'.
"Ah, Loki." called Frigga's boyfriend, all nice and civil. "How've you been?"
Loki stilled for a second before he straightened up, turning around to regard the old man. He gave a fake amiable smile and said. "Fine. Uncle." he added the last just to see the oldy wince a little. That one never failed to get a reaction out of him. He could see his mother giving him a reproachful glare and glanced to see Darcy rolling her eyes wearily up at the ceiling.
"If you'll excuse me." He was about to go back to his room empty-handed when-
"Actually, Loki." Oh no. " We have something we need to talk to you about. Alone." Loki exchanged looks with Darcy, whose face was entirely too interested and expectant. He then, surreptitiously tried to get a look at his mother's ring finger and found a silver band glinting smugly up at him. "Darcy hon."
"Uh, yeah. Of course." Darcy glanced around and shared another small panicky, knowing look with Loki before leaving.
There was a pause as he waited for his mother to talk and she tried to find the words to speak with a too-conflicted look on her face.
"Close the fridge, Loki." sighed his mom after a loaded silence. Loki did exactly that with his hips, without looking away from her. He was too busy staring his mom in the eye and trying to get a read on her. Did he want this? He was entirely too frustrated with Odi (that was his mother's nick-name for Odin, her boyfriend and since he'd been hearing it since his mother met the guy, that was also how Loki referred to him. First, it was because he wanted to irk the guy on purpose and then later, it just became a habit of his to think of the old man as 'Odi') for proposing to his mother this early. Sure, it was two years since they started dating and they were adults with kids and obviously, they couldn't wait to marry, but still.
"So, should I say congratulations now or something?" He said, taking his hands out of his pocket and waving it over in her and Odi's direction.
Odi looked down, resigned to his attitude already while his mother held an intense seriousness to her bright teal-jeweled eyes. His mother's eyes that always made him look down slightly in shame cause' he never wanted to hurt her.
"You should." she said. "I'm going to get married, Loki and maybe, if you tried to see-" Loki made a pained face and she stopped. He gave a hiss of breath and said:
"Look, it's fine, okay? It's fine. I just don't like the idea of moving and I know we are. It's kind-of inevitable." He said dejectedly, fidgeting on his feet. Why couldn't Odi wait for two more years? Get to know his mother a little better and maybe, wait until Loki was eighteen and out and in college. Why couldn't his life just be that little easier? But no. Odi was selfish and Loki hated Odi and his son and his town and the school he'll be going to once he moves there. Cause' he knows they'll move to Odi's house. It can't be any other way.
"Loki." Odi cleared his throat. "If you hate the idea so much-" he tentatively gave an imploring look to his fiancee. "We could-"
"No." Frigga refused vehemently. "We'll move to your house, because the town there is much closer to both our jobs and your townspeople are nice and friendly. And this town-" She abruptly turned to Loki, who started at the unexpected harshness on her face. "This town." she repeated shakily and shook her head for its own sake. "No. I won't stay here one second, but if you're so in love with it, go ahead. Go ahead and live in it."
Loki stared at her bright, watery eyes, feeling the last of his resentment and bitterness drowning away with his resistance. He rolled his eyes inwardly, because of course, this was inevitable. By the way, his mom and her (and here he shuddered on the inside) fiancee were looking at each other, it seemed like they were pretty serious about it and nothing he could say or do could stop them. After all, they were grown-up adults. He sighed. "I need more time to come to terms with it, mom. But yeah. Okay, it's all fine. I'm-" he paused to look at Odi and Frigga with as much sincerity and kindness as he could smother on his face. "I'm really happy for you." He gave a tender smile to his mother, who still looked a bit guarded so, he stepped up to hug her. She was quiet, but grabbed the back of his shirt to let him know she was going to put her faith on him so, he could try and have faith in her decision too.
He breathed in her smell and smiled into her shoulder as he breathed out. Yeah. This'll be fine. She's happy. I'm happy. This is good. He let himself have these thoughts through the entirety of his interaction with Odi and Frigga, the newly engaged couple and when they left to have a celebratory dinner, Darcy gave him an expectant look. He fell down on the couch with a huff. She sat down beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder and watching him warily.
"I'll miss you, neighbor." she murmured softly when he didn't say anything, caressing the back of her hand over his forearm as a sort-of comfort.
Loki thought about his mother's anguished face for a while, knowing Darcy could wait for him to speak when he was done contemplating. "She hates this town." he blurted out softly. His friend turned her head slightly to look at him.
"Well, duh." she said, snorting.
Loki frowned at her. "Why? there's no reason she should-"
"You know, you're a little dense when it comes to women. Actually, all men are usually. But Odi really, honest to god, is different. Can't you see that?" Darcy persisted. When he shook his head, she said after a heavy pause. "Somethings don't always stay hidden, Loki. Mrs. Dawn found out about your mom's former occupation and she gossiped it all around here."
The color and slight irk drained out of Loki's face as he looked at her in shock.
"Why?" He demanded. Loki had felt angry and he had felt frustrated today, but that anger was nothing compared to the rage that was slowly taking over him now. There were so many questions lying on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't articulate them so the only thing he could come up with was: "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Hey, I only found out about it today. It hasn't been too long since the gossip started spreading around." Loki gritted his teeth and held onto his control as Darcy explained: "I think Odi proposed so out of nowhere because of that, too. He probably could see Frigga wasn't having a cool time around here."
Oh, of course. Of course, he would be her Knight In Shining Armor again. Perfect. Really fucking perfect.
Loki blinked furiously fast as tears welled up in his eyes. "I don't know why she refuses to tell me anything. Do you know how many times she's hidden stuff from me? For god's sake, I didn't even know my own mother used to be a prostitute until you found out and I can bet she tells that man everything. Like oh, the time she didn't tell me she was having pain in her abdomen for a few days. And then, Odi had to rush her to the hospital because she hid it for so long that she fainted in front of him. Like the time- the time that she was thinking of adoption and when that didn't work out, how she used to cry herself to sleep every night. Like the time that she didn't tell me that her ex- her cruel and filthy ex had come to her office to harass her. And how Odi, a complete stranger to our lives, comes in and saves her from him. That's what I should have done if I only knew. If she had given one iota of a hint."
"Well, at least she told you that she was engaged right off the bat." Darcy commented simply that. Didn't tell him about how he was only just a kid, how could a mother put such burden on him? Didn't tell him to chin up and forget about it and hey, his mother was starting to be honest with him these days right? Didn't placate him, didn't coddle him. She didn't need to.
He sniffed, made a face and gave her a sardonic smile. Of course, he knew all the stuff anyone could have said to him for comfort. He wasn't stupid. Just stubborn and even his stubbornness had a limit. When he knew the fight was lost, he'd give up and knowing what his mother may have been going through since the reveal of her job as a prostitute-
Darcy was right, Odi was good for his mother. Ever since they started dating, she had been more open about sharing her daily life stress with Loki. The only thing she hadn't told him yet was this recent gossip escapade and he knew exactly why she didn't. He couldn't blame her. Loki was a little too protective when it came to his mother and he pulled quite a few (some malicious) tricks on people who gave her grief. Around town, he had earned the name of Trickster because of that. And while kids of his age enjoyed his stunts very much, the adults who usually tended to be the unfortunate targets of his tricks were very disgruntled with Loki.
Loki liked this town better than Odi's still. Even though his reputation was bad here, they still tolerated him. They were used to Loki's tricks. But the first time he put a prank on Thor (his soon-to-be-stepbrother) on his side of the town, his friends went on the very huge defensive. Townspeople of that place may be 'nice' and 'friendly' and the place may be rich and stunning; it was not where Loki grew up.
Still. It was for his mother. So he could do this. He could tolerate Thor and his stupid defensive friends who couldn't tell a joke if it hit them square in the face. Hell, he could even tolerate the school they'll be sending him to with Thor.
Fucking stupid- he had no idea who to blame for all this. On the one hand, Odi in his mother's life was a good thing. On the other hand, he really didn't like change and displacement.
"Sometimes, I hate my life." Loki mumbled as he held his head between his hands.
Darcy patted his back in pity. "I know."
When his father called him downstairs to have a talk after his date with Frigga, Thor was expecting maybe, plans for get-togethers, meet-my-girlfriend's-family kinda thing again. Also, some lecture about Thor treating Loki right and all that crazy impossible stuff that Thor couldn't even listen to without snorting or laughing out loud. But what came out of his father's mouth was a little less crazy and more I-Can't-Believe-This kinda thing.
"What?" He asked again, just to check if he wasn't hearing things.
His father said it again.
"Getting married?" Thor repeated incredulously. "But that's- you're way too old for that, father!"
Odin raised a brow and continued to look at him patiently.
"Okay, so. Wait." Thor put a hand up to think about it consciously, without losing his composure (which he may have lost already, but Thor had never believed in second chances and making up for mistakes and all that good stuff). "Yes, I may have seen this coming, but I thought you know, it may take time. Like, a year or two." by which time, you may have broken up with her or gotten sick or injured or whatever else there is out there that could have saved me from that nightmare of a thing that is Loki Gar Kai. "So that means-" Loki will be my step-brother. Oh god. This is a nightmare. This is an absolute nightmare. "That." The mischievous shit who had very-nearly pushed Thor down a cliff when they had went to a hiking trip last time. That little shit was gonna be his brother!
"Son. I don't know what kind-of things you're imagining there, but I will have to assume they're not about my future-wife. Because she is the love of my life and she has only been pleasant with you." Odin said carefully.
Thor looked up, startled and immediately shook his head in denial. "Yes, of course I love Frigga, dad. I see nothing wrong with her and I especially love her cooking! She makes delicious food. Really, why would I ever hate that woman?" Not when she seems like a much better mother than his own had ever been. Frigga had an aura around her, the warm and caring air that you just wanted to breathe in and calm yourself down with. It was so very nice. But that wasn't the point.
The point was that her son (how such a nice woman could have a son like that, he had no idea) was an unpleasant thorn that was out to get Thor, he was very sure. The way he had looked at Thor the first time they met, with a sadistic gleam in his eyes and too-many sharp teeth grinning over at him. Oh no. There was no way that thing was living under the same roof as him. No.
"Good." nodded Odin. "Then, I suppose this is about Loki."
"Can you blame me, dad?" asked Thor sheepishly. "He's a little scary."
"Well, yes. There is that." his father admitted warily, catching Thor by surprise. His father, despite his old and vulnerable appearance, had a hard strength to him that many admired and respected him for. But Thor noticed that even he seemed a bit cautious of Loki. "But they'll be part of our family soon enough and I expect you will not make them feel uncomfortable here no matter what happens."
Thor nodded numbly. Well, at least, he wasn't moving somewhere new and strange. There was just going to be a small addition of people in their house. When he really thought about it, it wasn't really such a bad thing. The Sun family estate was the biggest house around their very ostentatious neighborhood and it was much too big for only Odin Bor Sun and his son. Thor thought about the loneliness he suffered sometimes when there wasn't anyone around to distract him from the empty walls of his house. If Thor could feel it, he had concluded a long time ago that his father felt it too. It wasn't just a guess though, he had seen the way his old man's shoulders slumped whenever he came home and he thought there wasn't anyone to greet him by the door. How when he looked around their kitchen, his eyes shuttered dejectedly for a brief moment.
Not that there was time for Odin to actually stay in this house. Now, more so than ever.
He used to spend most of the day divided between his job as the CEO of SUN company and social events hosted on his business partners' houses. Sometimes, he would host parties himself, but there was no enthusiasm or anticipation for it. He'd leave the work to one of his assistants and lagged off behind his desk like a coot, not giving time to any of Thor's complaints about the caterers and idiot party-organizers rampaging through his house.
Since Frigga though, he seemed less dull-eyed and withdrawn. There was light in his eyes now, the color of his eyes brightening ever so noticeably when he would talk of his daily plan with Frigga. There was also, one thing that had changed. His father actually gave him the time of the day, planning for dinners and trips with Frigga so, he could bring Thor along too just as Frigga did with Loki. Thor and Loki would exchange knowing, grimacing looks between each other when they were told to get along and go oh, boating together.
Thinking of 'boating' triggered a memory in Thor's head and his lips thinned as he was reminded of the vicious dickhead that was his soon-to-be-stepbrother.
They had been trading insults when Loki, the tool, had nearly thrown Thor off-balance over into the deep lake. At the last moment, he had caught Thor's hand to help him balance himself back in the boat, but that had been a long fear-ridden almost-fall and Thor was shaken. The teen showed no remorse whatsoever at this and had only seemed to smile satisfactorily up at him.
Thor had attempted friendship with the boy the first few times they met, for the sake of his father's happiness, but the teen had only been rude in return.
"So," Thor began, vanishing all thoughts of his future step-brother from his mind and grinned a little, wagging his eyebrows up and down. "When's the big day happening?"
Odin gave a melting smile in return to that, the light in his eyes shining with gratitude. "Well, we haven't decided quite yet. But Frigga and I believe that as soon as possible would be well enough."
Thor laughed. "Awesome." and for just a moment, he could honestly feel content at the idea of his family joining with another's. He could handle someone like Loki.
'I will.' He insisted to himself. 'For my father, I will.'
"Hmm, let me think." Jess pondered loudly, leaning her head back against the locker beside his opened one. "Will I miss you or will I not?"
Herr, his giant childhood partner-in-crime, came from behind and encompassed him in a hug, all doting and affectionate. Loki smiled, Herr's warmth melting a little bit of his icy crust.
"Of course, we'll miss you, bro. How could you doubt that?"
Laughing, Johnny and his gang came to pat him in the back and give him cheerful and friendly farewells. Before going to lunch, a handsome brunet classmate whom he had never interacted much with walked up to him and leaned in until his mouth was over Loki's ears- his very very sensitive ears.
"Play one last prank as a 'goodbye' present, would you?" he whispered.
Loki smirked automatically even as his cheeks flushed at the contact and goosebumps rose over his skin. "How could I not?"
The boy laughed and left with a cheeky smile on his very bitable lips.
Darcy cackled carelessly when he told her about it. "Figures a totally hot guy flirts with you on the day you're about to leave." she said, still shaking from laughter.
"Exactly." Loki joined her, a little hysterically. "I mean, what the hell?"
This is how his last day at Jotun High School went and Loki was only just starting to appreciate how good it had and could have been.
"Fuck." Loki muttered and the look Darcy gave him made him close his eyes and throw his head over the desk.
All guests stood up, following the bride with their awestruck and merry eyes. Frigga wore an off-shoulder tulle gown, her shoulders straight and head up as she walked down the aisle. Loki's eyes twinkled, remembering a memory.
"What if I never find anyone?"
"You will. I promise you, you will."
His mother never married anyone, for many reasons, one of them having to do with her family situation and then her trying to sell her body off for money. She had dated few after she had Loki and there had been that one time when her wedding was all planned out with Lau Fei, Loki's biological father. But at the last moment, they found out about Lau's history as an abusive lover. She had been so heart-broken after that, believing herself to be the problem. He had only been eight years old then.
"Y-You're not angry?"
"Why would I be angry, mom? You know I've always loved you best. Lau is nothing to me."
"I thought- I thought you liked him."
"I liked him like I like that Benny guy. He's a bully, but he's funny so I like him. But that 'like' is nothing compared to my love for you."
"Loki, your tastes are ridiculous."
Loki laughed a little to himself silently and watched her as she gave him a mirthful glance while passing by him. And as he focused fully on her, he had to take a halted breath.
She was a goddess in that moment; an ethereal goddess, who he couldn't believe was his mother. Loki's smile gentled, his expression melting and it didn't irk him at all to see her reach Odi as they prepared to exchange vows. When the vows were shared and they kissed, Loki applauded along with everyone else, his each clap unhurried and purposeful. All his annoyance was replaced by this tender love he held for his mother, right at this moment. She had finally found the right person, the right dress, and the right time.
This was her day.
Darcy nudged from next to him and he blinked, turning to her as the hazy, white spell that seeing his mother in her perfect wedding dress had put him in popped off existence. He glanced at Darcy, eyes questioning. She shrugged and tilted her head to direct his gaze at where his blond-haired step-brother stood, staring back at them really fixedly. Loki blinked.
He hadn't been paying attention to Thor when he'd entered the hall, but now that he was, it was a little hard to swallow.
Thor looked stunningly well in his black tailor fitted jacket along with that delicious cherry-red bow-tie around his neck; an undeniable observation that anyone with eyes could make. That as well as those insufferably long golden tresses, that hair-dotted jaw just asking to be touched, and his sky-blue eyes that lit up an unexpected fire in Loki's belly- it was safe to say that Thor Odin Sun, his mother's husband's son was just a little bit too unbearable to look at.
On the post-wedding reception, Darcy stirred her soda by waving it around before she sipped at it as her eyes remained stony with some indecipherable thought. Loki nudged her with his elbow and she frowned up at him. He raised a brow and she opened her mouth to say something (something he knew was going to be rude and blunt) before closing it. Then, she said all too suddenly:
She dragged him unwillingly to the dance floor and they swayed back and forth to the light tune playing. A little while later and she still looked thoughtful and conflicted. He ignored her for the moment and looked around the dance floor to find his mother dancing with her brother, Heim. The laugh lines around her eyes were profoundly clear even from so far and Loki's lips twitched before something golden and red caught his eyes as he was looking away. Thor was looking straight at him again, the foursome - who followed him around everywhere - were chatting amongst each other beside him. Loki couldn't decipher any anger in the blond's gaze, but felt a little unsettled nonetheless. He turned his head to look down at his shoes, distracting himself from the gaze boring into his skull and glanced up to find Darcy's wide, watchful gaze fixed on him. He parted his lips, staring at her with his own wide and confused eyes.
He lowered his eyes again, waiting for the music to end and then, walked away all too abruptly.
Darcy gave a bone-deep sigh as she watched him leave and grimaced when she saw Thor's eyes chasing after her best friend's back.
This is so weird. she thought, troubled at the turn of events happening in front of her and walked in the opposite direction.
"Did any of you notice-" In strutted Tony Stark, their senior at Hillside High School, his voice conversationally gossipy. "- that our Golden Prince is pining after some gangly kid I've never seen before in my life here?" He came up to and sat flippantly across Sif, a drink in his hand and shoes coming up to cross over on the table.
She scrunched her nose in confusion. Tony made little sense even on his best days.
"What?" She questioned, glancing up over Tony's shoulder to unnecessarily search for her friend in the crowded dance floor.
"You know... that dark-haired kid who uses way too much product on his hair just to show his big damn forehead." Tony elaborated and added a question above that: "Who is that anyway?"
Fandril snorted derisively. "That should be Loki. He's Frigga's son."
Sif's eyes cleared up at the mention of Loki's name. "Wait, what?" she looked at Stark whose lips turned down into a startled frown. "What are you talking about?"
Tony shrugged way too nonchalantly.
Her eyes narrowed at this and she tried to remember exactly what he was saying before. "You said something about Loki and pining." she mused aloud. Tony's lips and eyes did a strange 'eh, what' stretch to the side.
"He also said something about our Golden Prince." Fandril added, his tone curious and a bit knowing.
Sif's eyebrows furrowed in bafflement and then, she stopped. "Wait, Thor? Did you mean Thor?" when Tony just shook his head, all tight-lipped, she looked around again. "Where is he anyway? It's his father's wedding reception, he should be here."
Volst lifted his head from the table where he'd been resting it and burped. Sif gave him a look in askance. Fandril grinned toothily and said:
"Calm down, darling. It's not like he has to give a speech or anything. The wedding's done, let him wallow alone if he wants to."
Sif was pretty sure Fandril was high on something and ignored him for the time being, still looking around, searching for Thor who had been MIA since the toast. She stood up.
"I'm going to find him."
"Let him be, Sif. He's not a baby, you know." Fandril said, throwing his hand in the air lazily.
Sif twitched and glared at him.
"He's right, you know." Tony agreed from behind her, an opinion she didn't ask for thank you very much.
More than a little irritated, she turned to regard him. "He IS a baby, Tony. He's a big baby boy who is impulsive and careless and falls for traps too easily. And that Loki, the gangly kid you were talking about? That guy is known for his tricks back in town quite famously so, don't tell me to calm down. I will not calm down until I find that buffoon."
Tony parted his lips and blew a breath. "Right, of course. Go ahead, then. Find the guy."
She very-nearly sneered at him and turned to leave.
"Women." huffed Tony. Fandril snorted, eyes laughing.
"She's right to worry though, you know." Volst, who they didn't even know was conscious, said in the tone he uses when he's lecturing someone on the merits of respect and pride or whatever. They started and looked at him. "Loki hasn't been very nice to our Golden Prince, even when our friend has."
Tony mulled this over and shrugged, pushing all of it away from his mind. "None of my business." he took out his tablet from his pocket and started tapping on the screen, his attention completely fixed on it.
Fandril's eyelids drooped sleepily, but he still looked up and said: "Wait. Wasn't Hogun with Thor?" When Volst grunted a muzzy affirmative, Fandril closed his eyes. "So, he and Sif'll take care of it..."
Tony glanced at them in the middle of his tablet-surfing and smiled to himself. Looks like an interesting person just entered into their lives.
He just hoped this Loki fellow was the resilient kind-of guy.
Loki was crouched down, his back to the wall, his arms folded over his knees as he stared up at the hotel ceiling. He was sitting by the exit of the hall where the reception was happening, the noise of people talking and background music a numb distraction to his mind that was preoccupied with the stillness and quiet around here, in this moment, on the outside. For a moment, Loki's eyelids fluttered closed before they opened, sensing a presence and he found himself motionlessly staring at shiny black dress shoes that he soon identified as his step-brother's.
Hiking his head up, he saw Thor looking at him very intently.
"You know, you're not a horrible person, after all." the blond-haired teen supplied without any preamble, tilting his head to the side, his blue eyes abnormally piercing.
Loki's brow rose in an 'Oh, really?' kind-of manner and he scowled. "Look, just because I care about my mom does in no way define my personality. Or give you an Out from my pranks."
Thor brought up a finger to scratch at his jaw- his very desirable bristly jaw and made a face as if he agreed. "No, no. You're right. You're still a horrible person." An unexpected smile bloomed on his face, then. Loki's throat felt tight as the blond crouched down to come eye-level with him. "Very horrible. Very scary." was said lightly, mockingly even.
Loki glared sharply, feeling his hackles rise at the gentle look on the blond's face and forced his lips to twist into a smirk. "Oh, I'm going to eat you alive. Once we're in the same room, I will play you. Again and again and you'll find it'll never be safe enough for you in your own house. It'll be hell. I'll give you hell, dear 'brother' and it'll be oh so wonderful."
A hand lifted and he flinched, backing away defensively from it as he frowned up at Thor. Thor, who was looking at him carefully, still intently bringing down his hand to almost touch his cheek. The hand didn't touch him though, suspended in mid-air, an invisible shield stopping Thor from making any move. They sat there, at a standstill, time frozen around them as he watched with growing bafflement, the unchanging warmth in Thor's eyes and Thor watched him back, eyes open and attentive and curious.
For that one inexplicably strange moment, Loki didn't exist. There was no mind, no thought; no Loki Gar Kai. There was just the peaceful stillness that he had always wished for, but never acquired even in his favorably quietest places.
This place though.
It wasn't his only. It was a shared place and when he thought about it for a minute; it seemed like an irrelevant information. Something that could easily be ignored except-
Loki's eyes closed of their own accord. He could feel Thor's eyes on him, watching and assessing. The hand so close to touching him moved until he could feel the warmth of the palm on his cheek, cupping it.
It didn't feel quite so bad. Not at all.
He felt breath whoosh on his face; on his eyes and knew in his gut that Thor was about to kiss him. He tilted his chin up invitingly, lips parting easily, because he'd give anything for this peaceful moment to last longer and longer.
"Thor." called a familiar female voice and the moment was over. They both separated nonchalantly, Loki pulling away and Thor glancing over at the new intruder.
"What're you doing here? I've been looking all over for you."
Hiding from you, probably. jeered Loki's inner-voice that was somewhat, maybe a lot bothered by her interruption. Bitch. Couldn't have picked a more wrong time.
Or a more right timing, should be what Loki thought. Except it wasn't.
Really. It would be such an inconvenience. A BIG inconvenience now that he thought about it and really, what the hell was he thinking? It was like for a moment there, his brain had short-circuited and left its station for no reason whatsoever. Being distracted by his extremely attractive step-brother- charming the pants out of him- was no excuse.
What was wrong with him, forgetting something that should have dangled in front of his mind every second like a ticking clock? It had been just a while ago that he saw his mother wed Thor's father. It shouldn't be that hard to forget.
And yet, he had.