1OO lifetimes — O1. canon

shineonloki:

This time, he was his brother.

A golden, radiant boy on the cusp of manhood— arrogant and selfless, all in one. Loki knew his flaws, knew him inside and out. He had seen him be a good king, he had seen him be a bad king, and he’d seen him be no king at all.

For all that he loved him, he knew Thor wasn’t ready to be crowned.

Loki watched from a distance, tucked away along the palace wall, a goblet of sweet wine in hand. His brother leaned his head back, barked out a laugh, slapped his hand down hard on the table so that the plates rattled. Surrounded by friends, he was drunk— as he often was during the great feasts.

He wasn’t like Loki, he didn’t pace himself.

But, Loki, he’d been refining his patience for eons— he licked the bittersweet from his lips and across the room, Thor caught his eye— and he was good at it.

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