Loki had - of course - not been intimate. He liked to think of himself of a god that did not have the need of taking countless women by brute force like his brother usually did in the evenings after a successful battle to celebrate his very own victory. He rolled his eyes at the mere thought of the narcistic god of thunder everyone apparently loved.<br/>No, in the contrary, the asgardian prince had been reading. But he had been reading a particularly special book about black magic of all sorts. He was very sure that his socalled family wouldn´t want him to study the dark magic. They would probably just get worried about him and ask him what was wrong. As if he would actually trust them with his feelings. Never would he even thinking about showing them his real self.<br/>So when his brother marched in, without any respect whatsoever as he had simply opened the door without even asking if he could come in or simply knocking, he removed the blanket, sat up and put the book down, quickly casting an illusion so that the book´s cover was manipulated. By removing his blanket, he also proved that he was fully clothed. „What are you even talking about, Thor?!“ He huffed, angry at being bothered while studying.