How Do I Say "You Were Right"? [for magpiemythos, backdated]

[pirateangelbaby]

Week two of sobriety.

It's a strange feeling, going this long without a drink. The urge hasn't gone away, hasn't even lessened. It's for that reason that Thor decides not to seek out Loki at the Viper's Pit. Too much temptation all in one place. His brother might not actually be able to stop him, if he gives in now. Even just knowing that the tavern in Asvera is within five minutes' walk is difficult enough, and his only saving grace is that it's on his blind side as he walks past it to his greenhouse.

But he needs to see Loki anyway. Because he was right.

Thor is terrible at apologies. He knows this, and so does Loki. But the way that he'd left... it sits ill with him, harsh words spoken and hearts torn when they last saw one another. Perhaps in older days he might not have worried so much. But now...

Now he's lost his brother too many times to assume there will be time to make things right.

Cricket's house is familiar territory, though Thor has only been here a handful of times. The man himself is out in the yard, tending to the chickens, as Thor arrives, and though the human looks surprised to see him, he's as courteous as ever. Thor says nothing of his current struggles - wondering silently to himself if Loki has already warned him not to provide any more moonshine - but greets him warmly, as if this was only a casual visit, before inquiring about his brother's presence.

To his relief, and nervousness, Cricket confirms that Loki is currently at home. There will be no further avoiding this. Thor thanks him, and leaves him to his work, venturing hesitantly into the house in search of his brother.

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[magpiemythos]

Life goes on. The world turns and for all he has his worries, Loki can't just stop and fret the whole while.

Not that Thor isn't on his mind near constantly. He keeps busy, at the bar and at home both, assisting with the animals, helping Cricket with whatever needs doing. If he's busy he can't get pulled into the spiral of worry, knowing that he can't just barge in on Thor. He'd called for help, and otherwise kept from harassing the thunderer while he was still dealing with things.

And honestly there was still that mild fear in him that his brother might just hate him. Logically he knew it wasn't so, but then... things like this were rarely logical.

Thor would find him easily enough if he followed the sounds into the kitchen where the trickster had set up shop, his little houndour Thori following at his heels as he was busily mixing something in a wide bowl, flour splattered over the counter and up to his elbows and across the apron he was wearing.

"Honestly Thori, there's nothing up here for you, I don't know what you're expecting from m-" He glanced up at the sound of footsteps, unable to help the brightening of surprise at who he saw in the doorway. "Thor!"