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[ Loki yawned, almost languid of nature under the bright shine of the dozens of stars in the sky. Even though they could view the outer reaches of space during the day it still had a proper cycle of light and dark, it was early evening, the clearing they rested in still brightly lit. It had been his plan to steal Thor away, if only for a moment, from that damned bunch of friends who seemed to be occupying more and more of his brother's time. A soft laugh passed his lips as he had settled into the opening, there was few people he could feel free around-- Thor was one, but that was even rare as they began to grow older and apart. Now he just felt jealousy and needed little moments for himself. Laying out in the grass he watched the light sparkle above before he rolled onto his side to give a long look to him. ]

I think a day away from training will do you good. [ He murmurs, head tilted to the side, his own hair falling loosely around his head and the ground, not as worried about it when it was simply the two of them. ]

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[ Hands beneath his head, the thunder god gives a lanquid stretch, arching his back and a yawn follows out of it, feeling lazy and content under warm Asgardian light, with his brother at his side, merely enjoying his company. It's not often they get days of just tranquility like this and not often Thor can be stopped to relish it, but Loki has always had a knack for pulling that out in him. Rolling his head to regard his brother, a light smile comes to his lips. ]

I think you may be correct, brother. [ He watches the dark strands cascade around his pale features and a hand lifts from behind his head to twirl a lock between his fingers idly, admiring just slightly, the silken feel of them, the familiarity of Loki himself. ]

I am always right, [ He protests with a bright flash of teeth, his jeering more playful than intended to hurt. ] It is just my brother whom chooses not to listen. [ He doesn't pull away from the touch, unable to miss the contrast between his hair and Thor's skin. Always the golden son, not just his hair but the glow of his skin, the contract to the liquid black silk that was his own hair. Sunshine and moonlight Frigga had once said, he didn't understand it then, but he believed he did now. Even in ways he cared not to. ]

Asgard can stand on it's own for a day. [ He continues as he reaches up to curl his hand over his brothers, chilled touch warmed by Thor's own. A drift of green eyes toward their hands before back to his own brilliantly blue gaze. ]

What other brother are you hiding from me, Loki? [ He jokes, a warm smile gleaming back to him. The cool tough of Loki's fingers on his don't go unnoticed and he's reminded of the same analogy Frigga would say to them, the smile turning to something less of jest and more of sentiment, heart-warming as a thumb passes over the lines of creases of his fingers. ] Perhaps I merely need gentle reminding to listen. Such as forced vacationing.

[ He pushes up on his elbows, leaning on his side to face his brother, and the other hand come up to close Loki's between his palms, rubbing slightly before bringing them to his lips to breathe warm air into cupped hands, eyes watching Loki's with a smile in them as he does so. ]

[ His fingers still in Thor's grasp, amused at his attempts to warm them. Truth be told he always ran a bit colder than the others, but it had never bothered him-- he withstood the cold better, which always lead him to be able to brag when they hit the tundra. He leaned forward after a moment, before finally pushing himself up, moving closer till he can finally invade his space in a way he rarely did. Hand reaching up he gives a flick to Thor's own hair, before letting it sift through his fingers. ] It seems you need a reminder to do a great many things, like take care of that mane of yours. [ A chuckle bubbles up from him as he drops his hand back to the ground, using it to lean on. ]

You beginning to look much more like a lion than ever before.

[ His eyes blink shut for a moment as Loki's slim fingers sift through his hair, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It's something no others would know, but Thor loves to have his hair touched - felt the same sort of nuturing from it as when Frigga used to card her hands through the hair of her sons when they were younger, napping on her lap. ] I have not heard complaints about it thus far. But you're free to fix whatever off you find. [ And as he says it a hand yanks at the one that had been in his hair to pull it back shamelessly. ]

If I am a lion then you are a panther, all sleek, dark and shadowed. [ Spoke with a mock-spooky sort of trill to his voice, chuckling slightly ]

[ It's apparent he tries not to laugh at the tone, but that crumbles quickly into a chuckle that rumbles from deep within. He follows his hand, pushing closer and allowing his attention to be entirely on Thor. ] A panther, yes, quite. [ It's with those words that he continues forward, pushing at his brother's shoulders to level him back onto the grass so Loki could take residence upon his chest. Pale fingers delving into his hair and pushing it out along the grass with a bit of amusement. He was well groomed enough, Loki would give him that, but he had long since missed the times they had spent together; Loki claiming the scissors from the maids and instead trimming his brother's locks for him. The cascade of gold to the floor always far more brilliant than Loki found fair. It was no wonder Thor was so loved. ]

What if I were to cut it all? [ He inquires, testing, always pushing and waiting to see how Thor reacted. ]

I wouldn't stop you. [ He gives a smug, confident sort of smile. He doesn't think Loki really would. He enjoys playing with it too much. But even if he did, Thor has no particular attachment to it - more so keeping the length for times like this, loving the feel of deft finger passing through it. ] Though I imagine mother would be quite cross. [ Frigga always did adore her lovely boys, petting each of their heads even to this day as grown men. His fingers come up to idly trace the lines of Loki's face as his brother splays his hair out over the grass, tips tracing along the line of his lips, eyebrows, the bridge of his nose. He admires the sharp angles of his features and Thor had always been so tactile in his appreciation, needing to touch, to feel. ]

But I would of course have to pay you back the favor. Some night when you least expect it.

Then she would be displeased with the both of us. [ He retorts, almost smug in tone but unable to diminish the sense of playfulness that enveloped his words. Fingers still tumbling aimlessly through his hair, twisting bits this way and that before the pads trail down along the familiar scruff of his jaw. It is just another noted difference, as Loki does not shave but he has neither grown anything that would be in need of trimming. He thumbs the rough scruff before snorting slightly. ]

That aside, you have never shown a proficiency for stealth, I believe I would hear you coming-- I do not fear your recompense Brother. [ A smirk touches his lips at that, leaning down a bit as he gives the slightest tug to a tuft of hair. ]

And not very much would be new. [ He grins back at him. Another day they'd be led down the halls of palace Asgard by their ears by a slightly and proper woman, giving them the worst scoldings any man had ever heard. He breathes out a contented sort of sigh as Loki's fingers touch here and there along his jaw. Large palms move to rest on either side of Loki's neck, thumbs beneath his jaw, and he tugs his brother that much closer, bringing their foreheads to touch as his eyes flutter shut. ]

Then perhaps some day when I'm able to wrestle you into enough stillness to manage a shave.

You would not be so cruel. [ He huffs a amused breath, fingers curling for a moment before trailing downward along his hair to his neck. Looking thoughtful before he turns his attention back to the long locks, nimble fingers beginning to twist bits together, pulling the hair just in front of his ear into the beginnings of a braid. ]

Which is what makes teasing you so much fun.

Oh would I? [ He says in a teasing sort of tone, hands moving to poke at Loki's sides lightly, just where he knows the ticklish spots are. ] Perhaps I'll be possessed by a sprite of mischief. [ Teeth show as he grins, not tickling so much to upset Loki's braiding (because he loves Loki braiding his hair), but enough to have him squirming. ]

And why should you have all the fun?

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Are you implying you do not have fun? [ But his arms pull in toward his sides, body wiggling just a bit as he tries not to laugh, chest lifting with a low rumble passing his chest. He nearly dropped the braid after a well placed poke, so he gave the lock of hair in his hand a small, reprimanding tug. ]

Behave yourself, lest I deem it worthy to cut your hair where you lay.

[ He can't even try to lie about that while he's grinning beneath him like a sundrunk loon. He chuckles at the yank and obediently stops his assault on Loki's sides, more interested in keeping Loki's hands in his hair. Instead, fingers move to massage at the muscles of his back, traveling gently along his spine. He's such a good brother. ]

You wouldn't. You enjoy it too much.

[ He can't deny that, doesn't bother to try to-- it's just playful banter anyhow. Instead he spends his time finishing the braid, drawing one of the many ribbons that keep the ties of his armor closed out of it's laces to tie off the end of his braid. Running his fingers over it slowly, he checks the neatness of it and finds it satisfactory. His hands move to settle just below Thor's shoulders, a smile touching against his lips. ]

It suits you.

If my dear brother says it then it must be true. [ He beams at him, wearing his braid proudly. He'll ignore the fact that his dear brother is Loki Liesmith for now. His hands come up to close around the fingers at his chest, intertwining his fingers with Loki's slimmer, cooler onces. And a moment later, he's surging up, flipping them to put Loki on his back against the grass, a mischievous grin on his lips as hair falls in a curtain around them. ]

And what of you? How shall I adorn you to match my new-found beauty? [ You don't want Thor braiding your hair. He's terrible at it ]

[ What might be to some an aggressive action, Loki simply laughs because it is beyond Thor to be cruel intentionally. Sure his brother could be arrogant and short tempered-- but could that not be said of both of Odin's sons? But like this, Loki knew, he was nothing but playful and kind. A laugh passed his lips even as his hair made a dark curtain against the grass below. He shifts a little but does not put up much of a fight, instead grinning back up at him-- his voice turning taunting. ]

Perhaps a ribbon or a braid, I do not think you have time to comb out all the knots you'll make when you do such a poor job on my hair.

[ He begins picking up strands of Loki's hair and making like he's going to put a braid in it, but really, he's just moving the strands about at random. He doesn't even know how to make a proper braid. He smiles wide and contented, feet kicking a little behind him on the grass as he idly toys with his brother's dark hair. ]

I think ribbons would suit you quite lovely. Perhaps two pigtails in pink bows? Green bows.

Pigtails? [ He scoffs, reaching up to run his fingers through his own dark strands, pushing the thick strands up and and out away from his head, knowing he'll have to fix it before they return to Asgard. The grass was probably already beginning to tangle in it, but he thought it mattered little. He had grown up with Thor, he wouldn't care how it looked around him, the braids a mess all over his head as he offers a soft stretch of his limbs before settling languidly under the Thunderer. ]

Do such and I fear I would have to do the same to you, bright red of course.

[ Noticing Loki reaching to fix his hair, Thor abandons his lame attempt at braiding and instead picks up something he's very good at. He sinks his fingers deep into Loki's hair, massaging at his scalp for a moment, before rubbing his hands erratically, making an absolute mess of Loki's hair, pushing strands up at odd angles and letting hair fall wildly into his face. He looks much like some mornings when Thor's able to catch a glimpse of him just after waking up, hair not yet fixed into it's perfect shape. He loves him this way and gives a loud laugh. ]

Then all of Asgard shall see what close brothers we are with our matching appearances.

[ He had been lulled into a false sense of satisfaction and relaxation when the massaging began only to find his comfort disrupted by wildly moving hands and the tingle it sends along his scalp. He offers a sour glare, though there is no true venom behind it. Fair was fair, he supposed, but that doesn't mean he wont get revenge at some point-- which he had every intention of doing later on. For now he just huffs, ]

Ah, yes, as Asgard would think we look so similarly. [ And it's a bit snide to say, because Loki believes-- brothers as they may be-- they look nothing alike. ]

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