[ There's a little pause before finally there's that familiar burst of that rainbow light before Thor was standing in front of his little brother with a bright and playful smile.
He wastes no time in reaching forward to pick up the slender, younger boy into his muscled arms and pulls him into a tight hug.]
[There's no contest, of course. As ever, there's only getting swept up and crushed, no matter the level of cat-like thrashing and squirming. (Besides, admittedly, somewhere under the protest and huff, Loki's clinging with his own churlish brand of affection.)]
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What would you wish for?
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Why? Are you feeling particularly magnanimous today?
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Perhaps I just miss you.
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[the faintest pause of consideration, then]
Do you?
Miss me?
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Of course I do.
I miss you.
In so many ways.
Do you miss me and my affection for you?
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Are you really going to make me say?
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Say it and I shall attend to your needs for the next day.
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Of course I miss you.
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He wastes no time in reaching forward to pick up the slender, younger boy into his muscled arms and pulls him into a tight hug.]
I missed you too, little brother!
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--there. Good. That's sufficient.