Norse Ficlet4

Shifting into female form, and then keeping that way, was something that she once needed practice with. Doing magic in female form, and studying in it, she'd grown used to. It was to a point were others in the library and study rooms thought her to be just a new face, and not the Loki that they all hid away from.

Thoroughly annoyed with being propositioned, Loki thought nothing of blowing off the hands that cupped around her face, covering her eyes. Magic moved, and she almost threw the person across the room before she realized who it was when he spoke.

"Guess who?" The words were slurred and there was the smell of liqueur, but it was Thor.

Loki snorted carefully removed the hands from her face, ignoring the pout ridden sounding 'aw' that it got her.

"Hello, Prince Thor," she said curtly, going back to her book. She didn't expect the god of thunder to make another rather pathetic sound and sit next to her on the picnic-style bench and table mix she resided on. His bulky form bumped it, sliding it a good few inches until he pulled it back into place with a loud screech. The motion was made more awkward by his inebriation.

"I've... not seen you around, around here," Thor giggled when the table was back in place, wrapping his arms around Loki and grinning. He was very much drunk, eyes wide and pupils dilated. He had no clue who he was hitting on, obviously, and it made Loki's scowl deepen.

"Don't look so mad... you're so much prettier happy..." One calloused finger traced her lips, and Loki had to force back the urge to bite it off. Instead, she jerked away and was curt in her response, again.

"I'd thank you not to do or say such things, Prince Thor."

"But... I want to." With another pout, the god of thunder wrapped his arms around her and rubbed against her quite amorously. Loki pursed her lips and moved to push him away and make her escape, but was stopped when Thor slipped down, until he was hugging her waist and making it impossible to move.

"Don't be angry at me, brother..." Loki sighed, realizing the issue at hand, and softened. The slurred words had a bit of a sob to them, and she scooted over, dragging him along until he was laying on the bench, still clutching her. He continued to mumble apologies until he fell into into booze induced sleep. He'd be upset when he woke, but she rather found that funny, the only thing out of the entire situation that could be labeled as such.

Running her fingers through Thor's hair, Loki continued to read, glaring at all who tried to disturb either of them. She did smile at Sif when the warrior slipped in and sat across from them, a annoyed look on her face when she mentioned that, obviously, Thor's choice for using liquid courage had backfired.