"Diplomacy and persuasiveness are important, I know. But that is what I have you around for, so I can focus on the other half of life; brutish fighting and bedding women," he boasted, trying to ease the tension that was still there. Loki had not shared what the issue was. He trusted in Loki's decision to keep the secret to himself so Thor pried on the subject no longer. It must have been the crown itself that was the root of the problem. He stared back into his brothers blue eyes, searching them as if he were trying to read the pages of a book. Things had been left unsaid and Thor did not know how to rouse them out of his kin.<br/><br/>"Tell me about your studies. I would like to hear what you have gained while I was away," He told his brother. Thor wandered over to Loki's writing desk before picking up what looked like a paper weight. He tossed it into the air to catch it again. Thor was getting hungry and he would have liked to have headed to the celebratory feast, but Loki often preferred to share his stories in private, when there was nothing to distract Thor's attention. It wasn't that Thor was poor at listening, rather the fact Thor was very popular and people would interrupt the conversation. He looked over to his brother, still tossing the weight into the air.