Loki rolled his eyes at the unspeakable stupidity of his brother. He had not been trying his best to hide away what he truly felt. Sure, he had stood beside his brother during feasts, occasionaly nodding and listening, but never had they truly been in touch with each other ever since Odin's decision had fallen. Thor was to be the future king of Asgard and Loki was, well, still the prince and nothing else. Actually, the trickster had already foreseen it. After all, he was Jotun, not Asgardian and with that, only second choice, kindly spoken.<br/>How could Thor not know what was putting him in this rage? But even if he would speak with him about it, it would change nothing. Odin had the complete power. His decisions had to be obeyed as he was their king. He made the god of thunder his successor and that way it was going to happen. "It doesn't matter as neither of us can change anything about it." The prince mumbled with a sigh. "Yes, I am glad you have returned. This way, I won't be that alone during the nights when you can't sleep and I want to read." It was an offer from Loki. An offer to change the subject and speak about something that would be less of a powder keg