godofthunder07 | Body Swap!

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The Midsummer Feast in Asgard is always a wondrous one. Endless food and drink and entertainment, lasting so far into the night that it spills over into the next day. For those who have not wandered back to some chambers or darkened corner by then, that is.

As the thunder god wakes from the festivities, his head fuzzy and groggy and altogether confused as to where he is. The last thing he remembers is the sight of his Lady Sif challenging him to a race of some kind (though definitely a good kind, he's certain of that), but when he rolls over, it is not her form he feels. It's a harder body, a more muscular one, and Thor's eyes shoot open to see what mischief this could be.

The sight around him only confuses him more. There's not just one body but many, of varying races and sexes, all scattered around the bed. The bed he doesn't quite recognize, but knows it well enough to know that it is still inside the palace proper. While he must confess this is not altogether a bad way to awaken, he has no recollection of this place. Slowly, he untangles himself from the mess of limbs, feeling some of the hands try to keep draw him back in.

But he persists, and as his feet hit the ground, he notices that his body feels strange. It is not simply due to last night's drunkenness, his very being feels.... smaller. His feet do not fall as heavily as they normally do, his arms swing differently, it's all very odd. It is not until he splashes some water on his face and looks into the mirror does he understand why this is.

And who must be behind it.

"LOKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!"

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Loki had a similar night. Good mood, good food, even better ale. For once everyone got along and they all just had fun, and at the end of the feast, when everyone had paired up and left, Loki rounded up whoever was there and took them all to his bed. Leave no man (or woman or dwarf) behind.

It was a good night, but his morning starts out even better. He opens his eyes to a sea of black hair, and he immediately knows which Lady it belongs to. Which is strange, and suspicious, but he takes a moment to enjoy having her in his arms before he slips out of bed to find out how he ended up here. He can't rule out that he drunkely teleported here, but surely Thor would be around?

Like the other god, it's when he sets his feet down on the floor that he notices something is off. His feet thud heavily to the floor and it almost startles him. Then he realizes how big he feels, too strong and too weak at the same time. He stands up and feels slow and clumsy, and when he looks at his own hands, he doesn't recognize them. Well, he does, but those are NOT his hands. A mirror confirms it, and it's his turn to burst out into the hallways, angry and naked.

"THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!"

Thor is already halfway towards him when he hears that bellow - it is wonderfully strange, hearing his own voice call out to him. Even stranger that he moves more quickly than he's accustomed, almost like he's gliding along the floor instead of running upon it.

It is quite a surprise to him when he rounds a corner and finds.... well, himself standing there, seething with anger. Part of him is impressed; another part is terrified. But neither keep him from marching right up to the hulking figure and trying to take him by the throat and push him against the nearest wall.

"YOU-" He stops short when he sees.. himself coming hurrying down the hallway to grab him. He- his body, rather- isn't exactly weak, but Loki has always been strong and that body has no problem slamming the bigger one against the wall. Out of habit, he expects pain, but is surprised to find that a mountain of rock hard muscles provides a decent cushion. It doesn't really hurt, but it's not important. Bigger issues are at hand.

"Who did you anger?!" he snarls. This wasn't his work and the only other possibility he can jump at is that Thor, in his luggish, dumb ways, insulted someone at the feast.

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Thor is actually momentarily surprised that he's able push him so easily. He had always thought Loki's strength lay in his trickery and magic, not physical strength. That was supposed to be his thing. But he hasn't time to dwell on that now.

"I angered no one!" Truthfully, he thought Loki was behind this, and now he's just plain confused. "This was not your doing?"

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He is strong. Hidden behind those slender lines is a giant, after all, and even if he was weak by their standards, and weak by Asgardian standards, he is still strong.

But this body is stronger and he's amazed at how little it costs him to pry Thor's hand free and shove him off. Maybe a little harder than intended, because he has no understanding of how strong he really is. "Why in all the realms would I leave my body and take over your fumbling, clumsy, bilge snipe frame? Had I wanted to look like you, I would have looked like you."

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He stumbles back. Stumbles. He can't remember the last time he stumbled. But as his brother's words sink in, he starts to feel strange again. Like he's.... growing? And indeed, as he looks down, the familiar form of Loki is filling out, becoming more muscular and more... well, more Thor-like. Except once he reaches his body's usual size, he keeps going, stretching towards the walls and ceiling at the same time.

"Loki.... LokilokilokiLOKILOKILOKI!!!"

"Oh, no." Loki's annoyance has nothing to do with Thor growing to enormous sizes. He just realizes that all of his.. talents are still in his own body and he has to rely on this oaf to fix this. Sigh.

"Just relax," he says and somehow manages to make Thor's body lean back against the wall in that smooth way he normally moves. "All you need in order to downsize is to want it."

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"I need to want it, right." He sounds absolutely earnest in this, and shuts his eyes to try and follow the instruction. Almost instantly, he stops growing. Well, that's a start. He's still changing, though, shifting back to Loki's form with the same enormous proportions. Even then, it's not quite Loki's form; it's Loki as Thor sees him. He's still recognizably the same mischievous god, but there's something... more to him. Almost like he's shining.

And frowning. "It's not working."

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It's a little flattering to see how Thor sees him. Still, the man is drawing too much attention to himself at such an early hour. So typical of Thor.

"Try to think smaller? The maids will faint if they see me like this." Smirk.

He scowls at his brother, but closes his eyes again and tries to think small. Slowly, he starts shrinking, but it's in spurts, like he's trying to get the right size and not to overshoot it, but also keep control of it. This is exhausting.

Finally, he's roughly the right size again and he opens his eyes again, quite pleased with himself.

That brings out an usually proud smile. He pats Thor's cheek. "Not that difficult, was it?" He knows it's hard to control, not for Loki, but then he has had his entire life to grow used to it. For Thor he expects many moments where the god will just sprout into something else.

"Alright. What do you remember from last night?"

"I remember little else of note beyond leaving the feast with Sif." He remembers quite a bit beyond that, but nothing he's going to discuss with his brother. Best not to piss off the Goddess of War by oversharing. "I assure you, I angered no one."

"Yes, I know. I woke up in her arms," he smirks and even with just that small sentence, even with Thor's voice and Thor's smile, he still manages to give off a sleazy vibe that maybe he took advantage of the situation before he went looking for Thor.

Oh look, he's growing again. He is NOT HAPPY. "If you touched a single hair on her head..."

"I didn't touch her. You did."

With a roar (which admittedly sounds not quite as intimidating coming from his present body), he shoves his brother back against the wall and puts his hand out to call for Mjolnir.

Except he knows right away it's not gonna work. He can't feel it out there, can't sense where it is. It's not connected to him anymore, and that certainly takes a great deal of the wind from his sails.

Watch blue eyes go wide with childish delight as they realize that the hammer doesn't recognize it's master hidden behind the chaos of infinite magic that is Loki's physical body. He almost holds his breath as he reaches out and he instantly knows that there's something coming for him. It's like a line shortening until fingers wrap around a leather-clad shaft and Loki lets out a satisfied moan. He has always wanted to do that.

"You were saying, brother?"

He's not jealous. Not jealous at ALL. Loki gets his lady, his hammer, HIS EVERYTHING, and Thor doesn't even know how to fight back. He's gonna go and sulk now. "Nothing. It seems you have all you desired now."

Loki keeps his hand wrapped tightly around the shaft of Thor's hammer. It feels so good to finally feel that weight in his hands, and it's surprisingly light from this end of things, but Thor's sulk makes him feel bad.

"This wassn't my doing. I swear it."

"If not you, then who could be behind this?" SO MUCH SULKING but it is making him feel slightly better than Loki didn't completely crack and use all his powers to do this.

"I cannot begin to guess, but I can assure that, had I done this, I would not have left you with all of my powers. That alone is reckless and dangerous."

He reaches up to stroke Thor's cheek. EVEN NOW he hates to see him sulk, even when he pretends to love it. "We will fix this."

He doesn't like that he can't squish his brother to him for comfort, but instead burying his smaller frame into his brother's larger isn't a bad trade-off.

Which reminds him. "You may wish to be mindful, brother, the storms are at your whim now."

Loki wraps giant arms around his brother's now slender form and squeezes him tight, his suddenly deep laugh rumbling down the halls. "The storms have always been at my whim. Did you not realize that?"

He's confused for a moment, but as soon as he catches his meaning, there's a slight scowl. "I haven't any idea what you mean."

"Of course not," he says and kisses Thor's forehead. So stupidly naive. "But you ought to be careful around others. You have many powers that you will not be able to control and... do have fun with the urges..."

"Yes, I'm becoming acquainted...." he grumbles. He did wake up in Loki's... pile of fun this morning. "Is it always this bad?"

"Always. Even right now, is not so?" He quirks an eyebrow at him and the corners of his lips twitch upwards, which is maybe an unusual expression on his current face, given how mischievious it makes him look.

YES, HE WAS TRYING NOT TO THINK ABOUT THAT, LOKI. "It is a wonder how you get anything done, brother." Surprisingly, there's not a hint of malice or judgement in his voice, just something close to exhaustion.

"Self-control, Thor. You ought to look into it." That's a tease, but an understanding one. "You'll learn to ignore it when it's inappropriate. Don't worry."

Thor could always use a lesson in self-control, no matter his form.

"I certainly hope so."

A servant then walks past them, but the princes nakedly embracing isn't exactly an uncommon sight. Still, it's enough to make Thor pull back and remember that they are still naked - and something else too. "Will you show me how to conjure those robes of yours?"

"I would, but I feel the manipulation of the molecules of existence is just a tad above your expertise, Thor." Loki shakes his head and slips a massive arm around his brother's shoulders to lead him to his chambers. "Come. I do have actual clothing, you know. Surely we will find something that suits your tastes."

He can't promise that they will be clothes specifically for men, but luckily Thor now has the ability to fill out a dress at will.

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