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I was Googling quotes on cats because I wanted to name the ficbit I was writing for you. Then I came upon this quote:
A countryman between two lawyers is like a fish between two cats.
I think I shall name it “the truth about cats and norse gods”.
title: the truth about cats and norse gods
word count: 491
A/N: For manic-intent, who draws wonderful things and spoils me immensely.
“Have you come to laugh as well?”
In an ordinary situation, Thor might have done just that, but something about the way Loki’s tail is lashing and his ears flattening against his head tells him that this would not be wise. He fights down his anger that Loki has learned to expect such a reaction, for this is not the time or the place, and this is not what Loki needs now.
He tries for levity instead.
“Brother,” he says, “This cannot be worse than the time you dressed me up as a handmaiden and passed me off as the Lady Freyja.”
He is rewarded when Loki’s eyes widen and his face turns almost comical with shock.
“That tale is true?!” he demands, and Thor is glad to see the shadows have fled his brother’s face, leaving the amusement dawning in their wake.
“Well,” hedges Thor, “I believe it grew in the telling.”
“But not the part about the dress,” Loki surmises correctly. The story has done its work, however, and Loki’s eyes are alight once more with a lively curiosity.
“No,” Thor admits, and is rewarded with one of Loki’s rare smiles.
Eventually, Loki is coaxed into revealing that an unusual book he had attempted to acquire (Thor tactfully does not inquire as to the means of the said acquisition) is the author of his present predicament.
“This is not as terrible as you fear,” Thor says, gently. “You have gotten yourself into worse mischief before, and you have always managed to escape… largely unscathed.”
“I suspect your memories are more charitable than the truth,” grouses Loki. “This is not what the stories say. And I will ask you not to speak of the horse.”
Thor has to stifle his laughter this time. “You must not believe everything you read or hear,” he chastises.
“I need not,” Loki says. His voice is very small again. “It is in their eyes when they look at me. Sometimes I do not think they will ever look at me and not see him.”
Silence falls. They both know of whom Loki speaks.
“It is no matter,” Thor says decisively, pulling Loki close to him to sling an arm across his shoulder, ignoring his brother’s outraged yelp and subsequent squirming. “You are my brother, catling ears or not, and nothing will change that.”
“You must be the only one in this realm who believes that,” Loki mutters, but he does not pull away.
They sit in companionable silence. Loki’s tail is now curled comfortably around him, and Thor is glad to see him looking calmer and more at peace than he had been.
“I should like to see the humans on the Internet call you a troll if they could see you now,” he teases.
A speculative light dawns in Loki’s eyes. “I do believe,” he says, “That you have made an excellent suggestion.”
Thor is not sure he likes the sound of that.