Loki was practically certain that you were torturing him. The gentle words, the tone of your voice, the lingering looks that neither of you admitted to later. He could have sworn on the Norns that you were flirting! Or maybe it was just seduction? Either way… Every slight smirk, glance, the occasional wink… it was all to calculated to not be purposeful. Unlike his brother, Loki knew that you weren’t stupid so surely you’d realise the effect you had on him?

There shouldn’t have been a doubt left in his mind by this point — it had just gone on for too long for the second-guessing to continue — but every time he thought he’d figured you out, Thor entered the room. It was getting ridiculous!

This time was no different. The two of you were sat side-by-side in the library of Asgards golden palace, your body leaned a bit too much towards him for it to be accidental, when the doors pushed open. Thors bellowing sigh echoed off bookshelves and he grinned towards you.

To Loki’s dismay, you instantly stood up and the golden older prince made his way towards you. “[title] {{user}}! How wonderful to see you!” He greeted, bulky arms wrapping around you and pulling you against his chest.

Similar to his brother, Thor also thought that you had been flirting with him but in a much sweeter way. It had taken the warrior prince a bit longer to realise it, but by this point he’d reached such conclusion and had started making attempts to flirt back. (Which mostly consisted of rib-crushing hugs, a hand on your lower back, or obnoxious winks paired with charming smirks).