Wicked Sweet Art

“Brother?”

“Yes, Thor?”

“Please don’t tell father.”

“Why not?”

“The future King of Asgard isn’t supposed to cry.”

“The future King of Asgard isn’t supposed to do magic either.”

“You’re lying. And if you’re not, that’s a silly rule.”

“Asgard is a silly place.”

Thor frowns, pensive, yet fervently batting away tears.

“I like your magic, brother. If I am to become King, I promise that my first act as ruler will be to let you do all the magic you want, and no one can make fun of you for it, on threat of my wrath!”

A small smile dances on the brunette child’s lips as he struggles to find words to return the kindness.

“And if I am given the throne, I vow that all the men of Asgard will be allowed to cry when they are wounded.”

The two boys look at each other. Young Thor’s tears have almost dried in streaks on his face. Loki’s hand was poised over the other’s burn, otherworldly forces idling over damaged skin, slowly but surely repairing the nerves.

Raucous laughter ensues.

“Okay, that was kind of stupid.”

“A little. But as long as I know I can still cry in front of you, it doesn’t matter.”

The remainder of the healing is spent in a comfortable, loving silence.

Reblog for art / daytime crew.

(Source: goodmorning-coffee)

polarbeardogs:

ALSO A WIP this ones a commission! 

goodmorning-coffee:

sigh

Rebluh for daytime crew

v3l3nomortale:

tarot, the lovers by ~bluefooted

avali:

Because I was born to rule.

I just needed an excuse to draw more Jotun Loki. 

(I am also selling prints of this painting!)

Updated young Jotun Loki

soundanalysis:

Speed paint before bed. I just couldn’t get his eyes right though…