My brother is LiefullyLoki.
We were both born to be Kings.
((*pets* I feel like that sometimes on my blog. I’mma reply to the thread when I can think better for dark elf liefully. XD))
//Blah, brodir, blah. Don’t worry about it. Seriously though, nothing is happening over here. Hasn’t been for like, a year. xD
//I kind of just.. bleh. Nothing’s even happening on this blog.
'Truly, Midgardians. One would imagine you'd be more curious of other worldly beings at this point, given all the recent events in time.'
"Do not touch me, vile Asgardian fanden!" Loki hissed, ripping his hands from Thor’s grip. Though just seconds after doing so, he blinked a couple times in confusion. His head pointed down as though he was searching the floor for something even though his black eyes made no indication of where they were directed. "…I can take care of myself," he continued stubbornly with noticeably less venom, despite the nagging voice in the back of his head saying he couldn’t.
Retracting his hands, quickly for the aid of his brother’s actions, the thunder-god’s expression fell. Lips drew in a thin line, and he lowered his chin, as if in understanding — he would not admit the words hurt. ‘If you are certain, Loki,’ rumbled the deep voice in return, ‘that you can.’ Of course Thor wanted to help the younger, even if it meant carefully plucking every shard of glass from his hands, even if it meant the constant verbal assault he would receive. Loki was his brother, and if he was hurt, the elder hadn’t done his job correctly.