thecapitol | [Brotherly Reunion

Who| Thor and Loki
What| First face to face meeting here
Where| District 2 suite
When| Shortly after Loki's arrival
Warnings/Notes| Will update if necessary

After his brief conversation with Thor, Loki made his way down to the District 2 suite. Seeing that Thor was here brought out mixed emotions in the younger brother, as it always did with Thor. Annoyance but also some concern. It was strange as well, since as far as he was aware he'd only just left Thor on Svartalfheim to deal with the Dark Elves and now it seemed that Thor was here instead and there were many questions left unanswered. Maybe he could get some of those answers today.

He found his way to where Thor said he would be waiting and looked around for him, cautious but maintaining the appearance of confident arrogance that he was cultivating here. He did not want the other people here to see his vulnerabilities and he suspected that there were hidden eyes everywhere, as if the Capitol had their own personal Heimdall.

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"And by myself I assume that you mean that youthful version using my name," Loki says wryly. "I met him when I introduced myself to the realm at large." And he doesn't sound overly impressed. They'd sort of bristled at each other. It wasn't the sort of competition he'd welcome in such a place, although in other circumstances it may have been an interesting challenge.

"Do you feel that you now have two brothers - that I am replaceable?" The line sounds as if were a throwaway comment but he seems to tense, awaiting the answer.

It shouldn't surprise him that Loki is jealous even of himself, but Thor's expression falls into one of resounding disbelief at his brother's childishness. He levels a flat look on him and shakes his head.

"He is from an alternate world, with his own Thor. I am as much removed from him as he is from me." He clarifies, before his voice becomes more stern. "It holds true that there is no world in which Thor and Loki are not brothers. But you are from my world, we are each others own." Whether it be each others own brother or each others worst enemy. He raises a hand to Loki's shoulder, giving it a companionable squeeze.

He appears to not be sure what to make of that touch, tensing briefly more before relaxing.

"That does not mean that you do not prefer him, if he is... so very different." He feels they did not always get along - perhaps Thor would want a different brother. His insecurity was showing but he masked it with a grin now.

"But I suppose either way you are also stuck with me."

"He is no more or less a pain than you are, I can assure you." He gives him a dull look. He can sense that Loki is prodding at him for a reason, but he can't help but feel like it's just because he wants to annoy him.

"Perhaps more so, because of his youth. Or perhaps his youth makes him more endearing." Now he's just teasing, but he smiles at that comment. "I am glad to have you back. Even if the circumstances could be better."

"Ah, a compliment. I am flattered," he teased back. It felt odd to be congenial but it also`felt more like old times.

That was at once sad and reassuring.

"I would say that I am glad to be here but..., yes..., circumstances," he added wryly.

"You would do well to be. You know that I am a careful man with my compliments." This is, generally speaking, a lie. It's hard to say whether Loki will see it as one, given that he's had misconceptions about Thor before.

"I could not even promise that it is better than death." His tone is grim and his expression matches it. "Promise me you will be careful, Loki. Promise me that you will not die here. Not again." He reaches out to grip him by the shoulder, meeting his eyes for a stare off.

Loki looked back unflinchingly. There was an odd mix of uncertainty and merriment in his eyes, reflected in his soft chuckle now.

"Did I not say I was going to win this upcoming arena? Of course I will live and not die," he sounded confident anyway.

"Your confidence will do you no favours, though I'm certain it will aid your sleep." Thor can only shake his head at this rate, perhaps he would have been brashly confident if he hadn't listened to the accounts of others before making his claim to victory.

"My confidence will lead to my victory," he continued, trying to sound firm but there were all these doubts in his mind. It didn't pay to show any vulnerability or fear either in front of Thor or before anyone else who may be watching them.

"I look forward to your congratulations after my win."

"Or your ruin." He protests, but his tone is wry. Like brotherly jibing more than sincere arguing. There are bigger fish to fry, but this doesn't mean he won't try to look out for Loki.

"Should you win your first Arena, I would kiss your boot on bended knee." He says that with the laugh of a man who is confident he'll never have to do that.

"Ah, you should not be so doubtful, brother," Loki teased him back with a laugh of his own. "You may end up on your knees more than once and apologising profusely for thinking that cannot triumph."

Talk. Words. It was easy enough to say. Not, perhaps, so easy to do in practice.

"As I have said, I will be more than willing if you manage such a feat. Stranger things have happened, I am sure." He's not sure if it would be better for Loki to become a Victor and leave the suffering of Arenas or remain in them and avoid the evils of the Capitol.

It's best not to think of it, for now. He'll hold little sway over it when it comes down to it.

"Come," He nods his head toward the corridors as if to invite Loki to walk with him. "We will drink. There is much to discuss."

[ooc: Sounds like a good spot to FTB, yes. ♥]

[Brotherly Reunion - Closed]

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we can probs wind this up

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