“I don’t think Loki’s attitude to women is particularly healthy or tender. But the gold standard has to be honesty and psychological reality and naturalness and depth. Even if you’re playing this crazy, anarchic demon with a horned helmet, it still has to have a foundation in the truth.” — Tom Hiddleston.
Thor was tired. Not only tired, but exhausted. But, for some reason he couldn’t sleep. He guessed it was because of the person sleeping next to him in his bed. Thor watched as his brother’s chest heaved up and down slowly and gently, meaning that he was peacefully asleep.
It was early in the morning. Too early for anyone in Asgard to really be awake. Thor thought about a lot of things as he watched Loki sleep. He knew, truthfully, that Loki was the reason he couldn’t sleep. Thor didn’t want anything to happen to Loki. He loved him too much for anything bad to happen to him.
Thor and Loki were walking through the halls of the Asgardian castle together late one night. They were not teenagers anymore, seeing that Thor would be next in line for the throne. Loki was proud of him, but hid a slight jealousy.
The brothers had just returned from different activities, but met up in the conference hall. Thor suggested they walk together for a while, to catch up on things. Loki fought him, but eventually gave in.