It's not like Loki didn't have plenty of warning, had he been minding the signs, but he hadn't been minding the signs. Or his brother's sudden interest in what Loki plans to be up to, on his birthday.
The same as ever, he'd explained dismissively, which he thought Thor understood to mean that Loki would be up to magic that is not for the eyes and knowledge of others, so please leave me alone, but, well. Clearly? Not the case at all.
So he hadn't expected to be unceremoniously dragged away from his research, but he figured he could have a few drinks, pretend to talk to people, and then leave. It would be fine. Thor would definitely be too into his cups by that point to notice, he could scratch this itch of his brother's to 'celebrate' and then get on with the real business of the hour.
It would be fine.
The thing that Loki did not really consider, in that plan, was how he was going to feel about it. A party, in his honor, but Thor is the center of attention. Well, that wasn't terribly different from any other normal sort of time, he supposed, but then said golden child's focus remained pivoted on his friends, and Loki is forgotten.
It's easy to slip away. It's much more difficult to actually leave, which leaves Loki stuck at the fringe of the party, watching his brother boisterously exist in the center of the universe while Loki feels like an errant comet coming to visit that everyone insists is actually a planet, too, see, you're included!
He's worked up a sore mood by the time Thor drapes tinsel (in silver, ugh) across the horns of his helm. Loki is scowling and has his hands crossed over his chest, his expression somewhere between disdain and indifference, neither of which are a true representation of his feelings. At least, not in their entirety.
He wants to stab Thor in the side for this. The frustration of it all. The good-hearted mockery of everything Loki doesn't stand for in the eyes of the court, of his brother. He doesn't, if only because Frigga had more foresight than either of her children and made him promise he wouldn't stab Thor on his birthday.
On his birthday he had to promise his mother this. She knew, he decides, and didn't see fit to warn him properly.
"It is very loud brother, but I see you find the mead enjoyable." He says it just quietly enough that Thor will likely strain to hear the details in the syllables, but his annoyance is clear. "My ears are ringing from all the merriment."
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The same as ever, he'd explained dismissively, which he thought Thor understood to mean that Loki would be up to magic that is not for the eyes and knowledge of others, so please leave me alone, but, well. Clearly? Not the case at all.
So he hadn't expected to be unceremoniously dragged away from his research, but he figured he could have a few drinks, pretend to talk to people, and then leave. It would be fine. Thor would definitely be too into his cups by that point to notice, he could scratch this itch of his brother's to 'celebrate' and then get on with the real business of the hour.
It would be fine.
The thing that Loki did not really consider, in that plan, was how he was going to feel about it. A party, in his honor, but Thor is the center of attention. Well, that wasn't terribly different from any other normal sort of time, he supposed, but then said golden child's focus remained pivoted on his friends, and Loki is forgotten.
It's easy to slip away. It's much more difficult to actually leave, which leaves Loki stuck at the fringe of the party, watching his brother boisterously exist in the center of the universe while Loki feels like an errant comet coming to visit that everyone insists is actually a planet, too, see, you're included!
He's worked up a sore mood by the time Thor drapes tinsel (in silver, ugh) across the horns of his helm. Loki is scowling and has his hands crossed over his chest, his expression somewhere between disdain and indifference, neither of which are a true representation of his feelings. At least, not in their entirety.
He wants to stab Thor in the side for this. The frustration of it all. The good-hearted mockery of everything Loki doesn't stand for in the eyes of the court, of his brother. He doesn't, if only because Frigga had more foresight than either of her children and made him promise he wouldn't stab Thor on his birthday.
On his birthday he had to promise his mother this. She knew, he decides, and didn't see fit to warn him properly.
"It is very loud brother, but I see you find the mead enjoyable." He says it just quietly enough that Thor will likely strain to hear the details in the syllables, but his annoyance is clear. "My ears are ringing from all the merriment."