Loki snorted, leaning into his brother's kisses easily. "I don't know if it will be a masterpiece, but at least it will be entertaining," he allowed, reaching out to stroke his fingers through his brother's long hair. He was looking forward to seeing the Asgardians forced to mourn him every time his character died in the play, in truth.

He grinned to his brother as his attempt to distract him from breakfast worked, watching Locke through his eyelashes and easily tipping his head into the kiss. It was slow and loving and Loki didn't hesitate to return it, deepening it to something filthier as he wrapped his arms around his twin's shoulders, stroking down his back.