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Thor started off by knocking. When Loki didn't answer, he let himself in.

It doesn't take him long to find him. The first floor is easy enough to survey, and he saw from outside that Loki wasn't on the roof or the balcony, which left only the upper floor of Loki's room. As gifted as an illusionist as Loki was, it was easy enough for him to see through the alcove, particularly since he was already intimately familiar with the layout of the room.

Thor passes through it easily and drops the journal on the edge of the bed with a little thump.

"We're going to talk about this," he says in a tone that broaches no argument. It is simply a fact. Thor has no interest in wallowing in his own misery, and he has even less interest in allowing his brother to wallow in his own because of him.

It's time to talk.

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“I’m as old as you are, brother. I can handle my own affairs.” There was no real venom there despite an eye roll. Thor was nervous about Bo, it was understandable. Thor liked being in charge or at least in control, and Bo’s nature all but ensured he wouldn’t be.

"I will not have you siring children," he says, directing a finger at him. "At least not here. When you left, we'd have no idea where your child would go."

With him? Would they stay here? Or would they go home with Bo?

“Do you realize how much more likely it is that you have bastards roaming the universe than me? I am a shapeshifter, brother, my entire body does what I tell it to.” Which meant he was as sterile as he wanted to be. Which was, in general, very.

"I am a very careful individual," Thor says. "Very diligent when it comes to sex."

“That hardly negates my point. You’re still a more likely candidate, diligence or no.”

It seems absolutely bizarre, somehow, that they're having this conversation after how everything began this evening, yet here they are, discussing sex.

"So you have not had many partners over our 1500 years?"

Loki made a balancing motion with one hand. Yes, it was more than a little strange that the conversation had ranged here, but... it was bizarrely pleasant to have a conversation where neither of them was trying to get a rise out of the other.

Not pleasant enough to make a constant habit of it - where would be the fun in that? - but pleasant. “I do well enough, on and off. It’s not like I keep a running count.”

Thor leans over the railing.

"I'd like to have children someday," he says. "Jane and I discussed it when the two of us were still together. We had a few scares during our time together, but I don't think I would have minded it if she were pregnant."

That was likely permanently off the table now, though.

It was a good thing he wanted to spawn eventually, because the King of Asgard having an heir wasn’t optional. Especially since, if he didn’t, his heir was dead or a frost giant or both.

Loki opted not to say that. Thor would likely obsess on it despite there being no practical way to act... and he had a few millennia to get the job done, anyway. “Better you than me, brother.”

Thor turns and grins at Loki.

"I think it would be nice to have little Lokis running around, stabbing one another." He directs a finger at his brother. "It would be a nice teaching moment for you."

“Norns forbid.” They probably had, they weren’t insane. “Far too risky. Either they’d be this,” he gestured at his current and usual face, then forced Odin’s enchantment away to let the frost giant out (and drop the temperature around them a few degrees) and waggled his hand, “or they’d be this. Neither possibility charms me.”

"I think your children would be adorable either way," Thor says. That much he's certain of. "I'm sure you'd feel the same way once you've had them."

“I don’t feel that way now, which will keep this whole thing blessedly hypothetical.” As well, children presupposed a woman (or broad-minded man who accepted some odd temporary permutations of shape on one of their parts) would be willing to join him in that endeavor. Hypothetical indeed.

Thor reaches out and gives Loki a gentle pat on the head.

"I should get going," he says. "I have an early lesson with Liz tomorrow."

“Go. I’ll stay here a while yet, probably.” Not wallowing, just settling.

Thor doesn't yet retreat; instead he sets down the book and Stormbreaker and pulls his brother into a hug.

Loki stiffened, very briefly; these things nearly always took him by surprise, and usually if he didn’t squirm away he relaxed just enough to allow but not participate. This time, he let his arms go around Thor to hug him back.

"Good night," he says, just before he lets go.

Then Thor picks up Stormbreaker and the journal and heads for the door.

“Good night.” It would be a peaceful one, now, at the very least.

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