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The throne hall was full with cheerful asgardians, the music coming from the lutes mingled with the sound of the dancers slipping on the marble, and with the noise of countless conversations overlapping each other. Loki was leaning against one of the pillars of the hall trying to understand how he'd ended up there.He always loved the prom nights, but not by the event itself, but by the tranquility that hung over all the other rooms of the castle while the party lasted. It was the perfect opportunity to practice spells in his room and look at his books without a single noise to distract him from the words.
He tried walk to the nearest exit, but realized that his feet were not cooperating with him and his face was turning up without his permission for the tireless dancers. Searching ... Searching for... him.
After some time it was not hard to find him, the blond haired man couldn't easily be lost. Thor had his arms around a slender figure and a happy smile all over his face. He danced as did everything else: passionately, joyfully and without the least discretion.
This was one reason for Loki not go to dances: he knew he was going to ignore everything and everyone around him,just to watch his brother move with some lucky asgardian woman, with that huge smile on his face. Loki then would somehow attract his attention upon himself, their eyes would meet, as now, and the biggest would have ‘the smile’, which would be a little bit different from the others. The dark-haired god couldn't really tell the difference, but it was there, and always made his heart miss a beat or two on his pace. After that,his brother would look elsewhere, called by one of his friends, and Loki would return to his silent contemplation.
Was so, and it would be like this forever, he knew.
Suddenly distressed, he turned his head to the exit, and this time came out into the cold night. He wanted to put some distance between himself and that cacophony of joyous sounds. But the god knew, with certainty, that if it were up to his room would not be concentrated in any book, not with those blue eyes so recently recorded in his mind.
Then he headed to the edge of the forest that surrounded the castle, the gnarled branches and leaves of different shades of green, always made him feel in peace.Walk through the trees with his knuckles dragging themselves by their shells and his feet sinking into the grass took much of the anguish that he felt. And slowly the god walked to a familiar clearing that he knew opens up nearby.
The trees there moved away to form an almost perfect circle of grass, dotted with poppies and aromatic herbs. Loki lay on the grass and looked to the heavens of Asgard, the constellation of Alioth stretched upon him, and he tried to forget everything but the brightness of the stars and the sound of wind passing through the branches. Was as perfect as could be, but certainly the tranquility couldn't last.
A blonde hair stole part of his view of the sky when a face encrusted with two blue stars bent over him. It took him two whole blink times before he recognized his brother.
"Thor!"
"Brother." The blonde smiled as he watched the other quickly put himself sitting. Loki, who was trying hard to keep his face blank, asked:
"What are you doing out of the party?"
"You went out." The blonde replied sitting next to him and returned his gaze to the trees in front of the two. Loki waited for his brother to continue and when the seconds passed without the voice of the blonde he rolled his eyes and urged:
"Yes, I'm out here and not there, then, I went out. That doesn't answer my question."
Loki was not sure if the blonde's smile could get any bigger, but being Thor, he has managed a way.
"It’s been a while since I had seen you, my brother, on a dance, and then you left. I thought you would read a book in your room, but I saw you going into the forest and followed your steps."
"Perhaps the dance was not satisfactory?" The god countered, arching an eyebrow in mockery.
"I wanted to spend some time with you, little brother. You didn't appear in our past parties... Recently you have been spending more time with your books than with me."
Loki looked away. He didn't think his brother would realize his absence. But it was not something that could possibly be changed. There was already some time since he couldn't look at the brother without his face becoming bright red and strange thoughts appear in his mind.Over time he had become good at letting his face blank, but it hurt to do it. It was a constant pain in his chest, then, he began to avoid the presence of the brother.
Still hurts, but it was almost tolerable.
During his daydream Thor has been staring at his face, he thought had managed to keep the mask of pleasant indifference, but perhaps some thought has escaped his control because the blonde had an odd look of doubt on his own face.
Thor tentatively lay on the grass and its waves mingled with the flowers. His eyes turned starry sky and a sigh fell from his lips.
Loki sent a silent prayer to any God who could hear him, thanking for the blond hasn't be looking at him as he lay, because he must have some kind of stupid delighted look on his face.
After a few minutes of peaceful silence Loki got some control upon the rampant beating of his heart and spread himself on the grass next to the other.His black wires mixed up with the blond waves among the flowers. In the forest around the men, owls were singing, and the wind caressing the branches, taking with him the golden leaves that played running over their bodies.
When the blond laced fingers with his and kept them together between their bodies, the stars of Alioth suddenly seemed brighter, but maybe it was just an impression...