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The blonde puts an arm around his younger brother, to which the younger moves his head slightly, as if to acknowledge the movement.

While Thor is wearing his usual armor, Loki is wearing a plain grey long-sleeved shirt- quite torn and frayed around the edges -and a pair of dark trousers in a similar condition. He wears no shoes.

"Stark!" bellows Thor, and Tony jumps and jerks his head to him. "I apologize for my abruptness...and," he hesitates, looking to his brother, who still hasn't moved, "I know you may not wish to offer us aid."

Tony stares at the two, body and mind feeling heavy suddenly. "Well... I didn't say that. Actually I... don't think I've said much of anything yet," he smirked. Stark knew he was a talker, being quiet was not his thing.

Thor gave a small smile in return- a very small smile, and the sight of something so withered on a face so accustomed to bright, sunny smiles... It didn't look right.

"Are you..? What's going on?" Tony asks, completely forgetting whatever Thor had said earlier.

The thunderer doesn't seem to notice either, "I have come to Earth to ask asylum for my brother."

Tony furrows his brow, "I'm sorry, what?"

Thor sighs, "May we..." he looks around, "discuss this in a more comfortable venue?"

"Oh," Stark's eyebrows go up. "Oh sure, uh..." He scratches the back of his head, looking around. "Yeah, sure. Upstairs."

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Pray for Rain

A bit of a sketchy drawing, both based and inspired on this fanfic: [link] by: Angrbodagiantess.

She is an amazing writer, wih this beautiful fanfiction of where Loki's lips are sewn, and... No. I'm not gonna spoiler it.
But well, it is much fun to read, and I can't deny that it made me cry at a few moments. Now, go and read it!

Description
The blonde puts an arm around his younger brother, to which the younger moves his head slightly, as if to acknowledge the movement.

While Thor is wearing his usual armor, Loki is wearing a plain grey long-sleeved shirt- quite torn and frayed around the edges -and a pair of dark trousers in a similar condition. He wears no shoes.

"Stark!" bellows Thor, and Tony jumps and jerks his head to him. "I apologize for my abruptness...and," he hesitates, looking to his brother, who still hasn't moved, "I know you may not wish to offer us aid."

Tony stares at the two, body and mind feeling heavy suddenly. "Well... I didn't say that. Actually I... don't think I've said much of anything yet," he smirked. Stark knew he was a talker, being quiet was not his thing.

Thor gave a small smile in return- a very small smile, and the sight of something so withered on a face so accustomed to bright, sunny smiles... It didn't look right.

"Are you..? What's going on?" Tony asks, completely forgetting whatever Thor had said earlier.

The thunderer doesn't seem to notice either, "I have come to Earth to ask asylum for my brother."

Tony furrows his brow, "I'm sorry, what?"

Thor sighs, "May we..." he looks around, "discuss this in a more comfortable venue?"

"Oh," Stark's eyebrows go up. "Oh sure, uh..." He scratches the back of his head, looking around. "Yeah, sure. Upstairs."

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Pray for Rain

A bit of a sketchy drawing, both based and inspired on this fanfic: [link] by: Angrbodagiantess.

She is an amazing writer, wih this beautiful fanfiction of where Loki's lips are sewn, and... No. I'm not gonna spoiler it.
But well, it is much fun to read, and I can't deny that it made me cry at a few moments. Now, go and read it!