A serious conversation

[st_ratagem]

Nerves were pointless. Realistically there was only one way this conversation was ultimately going to go, it was just a matter of getting there. Which would be awkward and embarrassing at least, but it had to be done.

Rather than go through the knock-on-door-then-enter thing, which would have been minor sandpaper on nerves that wanted to be frayed, Loki opened the door to the room as an invitation to enter. (Thor was the only one he was expecting, anyway.) After that, he took a seat at the little table on the balcony, since the only other choice was pacing like a ninny.

The room was much less tidy and impersonal since Valkyrie had moved in. She hadn’t been exaggerating when she’d said she wasn’t organized, so her things were scattered around, and Loki had relaxed his own tight rein on his things, so a few piles of books and other things had joined the clutter. It looked lived-in, now.

Comments

[st_ormbreaker]

"More than one, definitely."

[st_ratagem]

"I should probably worry about my willingness to enable the two of you." He didn't, though, as evidenced by the fact that he pulled two more bottles from over there and set them by the first one. "How's three?"

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor lets out a sigh. "It'll do," he replies.

[st_ratagem]

“I did ask you to give me a number, brother. You’re the one who decided to be vague about it.”

[st_ormbreaker]

"Eight?" Thor suggests. "Nine?"

[st_ratagem]

“For two or three days?” Loki’s tone aimed for scandalized or scolding, but the laughter sort of ruined it. A lot. “How drunk do you think you’re going to need to be?”

[st_ormbreaker]

"Better safe than sorry!"

[st_ratagem]

Loki mock-considered for a few seconds, then shrugged and brought the number on the table up to nine. It was a blow to his stash, but far from an irreparable one. “Fine. Your liver isn’t my responsibility, and Valkyrie knows how to manage herself.”

[st_ormbreaker]

"You're not going to help carry these to my room?" Thor could easily handle the weight of nine bottles, but carrying them all at once would be far less practical.

This was precisely what Loki's Otherspace was good for.

[st_ratagem]

“Hmmm... no.” It probably came as no surprise. Loki had to put a wrinkle in the plan somewhere. “But if you ask very nicely, I might give you a box or something to carry them in.”

[st_ormbreaker]

"Looookiiiiiii," Thor whines.

[st_ratagem]

“Not a question!” Loki informed him cheerily. “Also, annoying. I’m sure you can do better, brother.”

[st_ormbreaker]

"Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase?"

[st_ratagem]

“Are you six?” Loki was nearly certain Thor did things like this just to give Loki an opportunity to entertain himself. At least some of the time. “If you are I probably shouldn’t let you have liquor at all.”

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor makes a long, high-pitched sound.

[st_ratagem]

“Oh, you’re two! I understand.” Loki reached for one of the bottles on the table. “Definitely shouldn’t be allowed to have alcohol, then.”

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor directs a finger at his brother. "Don't take that unless you plan on carrying it."

[st_ratagem]

"I plan on removing it from the reach of an infant, nothing more."

[st_ormbreaker]

"I'm older than you, you know."

[st_ratagem]

"I don't pretend to share your ability to turn yourself into a whiny child."

[st_ormbreaker]

"I'm a whiny adult."

[st_ratagem]

"Adults use words."

[st_ormbreaker]

"Loki, please be a good brother and help me carry these bottles back to my room."

[st_ratagem]

In response, Loki pulled a box from over there, set it on the table, and started loading bottle into it.

[st_ormbreaker]

"So you're not going to walk me back."