Literature
Bad Habits
"Brother?"
Loki pried his eyes open, squinting at the bright light emitting through the opening at the door. Young Thor peered inside, looking nervous. The little God of Mischief pursed his lips, eyebrows furrowing.
"Loki, may I come in?"
"No, Thor! Get out!" the little God snapped, flinging a pillow at his brother's face. Thor caught the pillow, eyes lowering to the ground sadly.
"But Lo-"
"I said no." Loki glared at the 10-year-old God, his eyes slowly growing accustomed to the shining light across his face. Thor remained at the door, looking ever-so-sad and pathetic while clutching the pillow to his chest.
"Please, Brother
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