“You weren’t wrong.” He says gruffly. “My life is dull. Infuriatingly dull.”
Loki looks up at him and tilts his head slightly.
“I’m twenty-five and yet I feel like I’m thirty-five.” He laughs, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth. “I’ve got a flat, a car, a girlfriend who wants us to buy a house and get a dog and I just… I don’t know.”
Loki snorts and looks away from him, fixing his eyes on the ground below his feet.
“You do know.” He says impatiently. “You know exactly what you want but you’re too scared to grab it.”
Thor smiles at him brightly and shakes his head.
“That’s the thing, Loki, I actually haven’t a clue why I’m not happy.” He chuckles.

*
“You can’t do that.” Loki snarls as he zips his leather jacket up. “You can’t say things like that to me and then go home to her.”