#35 for Loki
#35. “Don’t get any ideas.”
“Where were you all earlier?” you frowned at Loki as you trailed after him. “I looked everywhere for you. I heard you all got into trouble!”
“It was Thor’s idea,” Loki ran a hand over his hair, lowering himself down onto a stair. You sat down next to him, waiting patiently for him to explain.
“Don’t get any ideas,” Loki warned, shooting you a look. You stuck out your tongue at your elder brother, shoving his arm and he chuckled, ruffling your hair as he pushed you away.
“Just tell me what happened!”
Loki shook his head, his smile fading as his expression went serious once more. “Thor wanted to confront Laufey. To hold him accountable for his men’s attempt to steal the Casket.”
“But Odin said-”
“I know what he said,” Loki cut you off, rubbing his hand over his face. “So did Thor.”
“So what happened?”
“Father sent Thor to Midgard.”
Your eyes stretched wide as you thought of your other brother, “Father sent him away?” Tears pricked your gaze and you wiped them away quickly, staring at Loki helplessly, “Is he ever coming back?”
“If he learns the error of his ways, perhaps. It’s up to Father.”
You leaned against your elder brother’s side, eyes wide and anxious. “But do you think he’ll come back?”
Loki sighed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “I’m sure he will, [f/n].”