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“Brothah, you filthy oaf, get your big Asgardian behind in this tub this instant or SO HELP ME ODIN I WILL TAKE OUT YOUR OTHER EYE MYSELF” Loki demands.
"But, brothah, the mud is so fun your crocodile self understands" Thor
“So should I feed you flies like that monstrosity of a creature you call Throg??” Loki
"nooooooooOooooooooooo" Thor whines
“That’s what I thought.” Loki
"Also, brothah Throg is a frog version of myself. It's not fair to compare that to a crocodile," Thor tries to retort
“Well, brOthAH that frog can wield Mjolnir, so I believe the comparison is more than fair” Loki combats.
"But ‘tis a frog and not a crocodile, though. Plus, didn't it almost bite your hand off at one point? Throg only hops on shoulders," Thor points out.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about; ‘twas only a minor wound. This (much superior to a frog of a) creature is no match FOR THE CUNNING LOKI!” Loki nearly shouts, holding his counterpart like Simba.
"You did flail a bit, though," Thor says with a smile
“I DiD NOt!!” Loki says with a voice crack
"TONY, DO YOU HAVE THE VIDEO OR DOES THE DOCTOR KNOW?" Thor yells out the door to Iron Man
“NO STARK, WAIT, DO NOT SEND THAT!” Loki pleads, having long forgotten about the mud
"So you admit it, brothah?" Thor says slyly
“I ADMIT NOTHING!” Loki shouts, conjuring a dagger
*he turns to Tony and looks at Tony* "Are you sure, brothah?" Thor calls Mjolnir to his hand
*lowers the dagger* “Now, Thor, let's not get hasty. You know I was merely jesting…” Loki tries to laugh it off
"Admit it, brothah."
“No.”
"Admit it."
“No!”
"Admit it, brothah" Thor catches Mjolnir before it can hit Loki.
“eep! OKAY OKAY, I ADMIT IT! I flailed about like a helpless child!!” Loki gives in.
Thor sets down Mjolnir at his side, "Finally, brothah."
“No thanks to you, you great brute >:/“
"I stopped it before it did anything," Thor teases
“I know that…” Loki mutters
"I'm not risking touching crocoyou brothah" Thor says eyeing the crocodile.
“Well, I don’t want to get near that slimy fro-…you, BroThAh” Loki glares
"Throg is charming, brothah and pocket-sized," Thor says, pulling Throg out of his pocket
“About as charming as you..” Loki mutters sarcastically.
"It's pocket-sized," Thor retorts, dropping the charming part
“Yeah, well, so is this alligator!” *Loki shoves Croki into a comically large pocket
"That is......... comically large" Thor says dumbfounded
“You’re comically large..” Loki retorts
“You're comically skinny,” Thor says, teasing his brother
*GASP* “Brothah I’m hurt!” Loki gasps dramatically
“You are a drama king, I did better jests when we were kids,” Thor says, bored
“As if you could do any better. I’ll have you know I was top of my drama class as a child,” Loki says smugly
“Yeah, and I was the best tuba in the band,” Thor says, still sounding bored
“HA! You call playing that sorry excuse of an instrument an accomplishment?” Loki responds amused
“The tuba is the most important part of the foundation of a good band, brothah” Thor says, offended.
“How about this, I’ll admit your ‘tuba’ is not the least interesting thing in the world, and you admit that magic is not for girls.” Loki bargains
“Have you seen Wanda, though?” Thor says, making a point.
“And what about your good friend the Doctor, hmmmm? What might he think of that statement?” Loki points out
“He's a spellcaster, but it's different. I think,” Thor says now, unsure.
“Of course! Leave it up to the non-magical people to decide what defines a sorcerer!” Loki pouts
“Hey, I said I think I didn't say I knew brothah, let me get a moment to talk to the doctor, and then we will see.” Thor says, trying not to get another snake prank on him.
“Fine, very well! And once you see through your ignorance, I, Loki, shall laugh in your mighty face!” Loki cries challengingly
“I don't doubt that, brothah” Thor says sarcastically
“Oh, you won’t!” Loki says, not picking up on the sarcasm
*Stunned Thor doesn't speak, realizing Loki hadn't picked up on his sarcasm*
To Doctor Strange’s Sanctum they head!*