【Hammer Base】Lucid dreaming

"Hell..." Thor wakes up from a hangover to face the men's daily morning problems.

A beautiful boy with no unicorns and no green eyes, surrounded by bottles and jars left over from the carnival.

I really can't imagine that when he was an adult, he would still be troubled by wetdream. Thor grasped the messy blond hair, and the fingers running through it seemed to still have the slippery feeling of the opponent's skin, which was so real that it made one's hair stand on end.

Meanwhile, Loki sits on the edge of the bed in frustration and redefines his sexuality.He's sure he's gotten a good night's sleep because when he looks in the mirror he sees himself radiant like a first-time teenage girl.

God bless him never to dream of this man again. Loki mentally rolls his eyes self-deprecatingly as he walks down the stairs.Then the lighthearted mood dissipated when facing the sitting "Laufyson" family.

It was a "let's talk to you" gesture, and the last one was a peace deal in exchange for his own high school residency.I thought she had nothing to complain about, Loki thought.

The meaningless greetings did not ease the air on the table, but after so many years, both parties must have gotten used to it.

"Your Aunt Denis is about to move to a new company on the outskirts of the city," Loki finally cut to the point, carelessly cutting the toast on the dinner plate.

"You know, it's far away. You stopped by to pick up your brother after class." Mr. Laufyson's eyes were hidden under greasy lenses.

"Father, I have debating club activities." Loki made a regretful expression.

Mr. Laufyson began to spread his omnipresent majesty, "Don't always hang out with your group of friends. You don't look like a brother. Did you take Fenir out to play once? Look at the still on his chin With your nibbling scar!" Mr. Laufyson raised Fenir's face with applesauce, the V-shaped scar was like a mocking mouth.

Four years ago, the two-year-old Fenir was still a little meatball who couldn't speak clearly, but he could already call "Brother" in a leaky milk voice. Although Loki secretly confronted the new Mrs. Lafyson who came into the room at that time, he didn't Empathized enough to be angry at such a small mess.

"Guoguo." Fenir grabbed Loki's trousers, pointing to the apple tree in the garden with his little finger. Loki wiped his drool away in disgust as he hugged him across his chest to reach for the apple on the tree.

"Fenir!" The woman's poodle-like high-pitched voice made Loki's hands tremble, and the lump of meat suddenly fell obliquely. Even though Loki grabbed the collar in time in a panic, he couldn't prevent his chin from touching the ground with a soft smack ring.

The woman shrieked and pushed Loki away. Fenir's eyes were closed tightly, blood spilled from his chin to his collar, and then the siren of the ambulance, the speeding medical bed, and his stepmother slashed at his eyes.

He didn't get close, but stood cautiously in front of the hospital bed, and kept sending apologetic eyes to his father.

Mr. Laufyson looked at his second son, kept comforting his sobbing wife, and was stingy with giving him a look.

From the day Fenir was born, Loki has been vaguely aware of his father's preferred direction of pouring in. Fenir's honey brown curly hair is exactly the same as his, and he has a naturally pleasing expression.

Loki was much like his mother, too pale and skinny, with black hair streaked like a crow's tail.His aloofness and somewhat vicious disposition made him an utterly unlovable child, too, before he learned the pretense of tenderness.

Fortunately, Mr. Laufyson, who is not very emotional, will hide his preference balance even out of guilt for his dead wife.

Until this time, the veil of secrecy seemed to be torn apart by sharp claws.

Loki quietly looked at the warm family of three in the ward that couldn't get involved, and felt a kind of cold peeling from the inside out, spreading from the heart to the whole body, until it froze him into a silent background.

Loki put down the knife and fork, two silhouettes cast by his slender eyelashes, "If I haven't been forgiven for this," he raised a half-smile, "I assume Aunt Denis agrees to the proposal?"

The woman straightened her back like a hen whose tail feathers have been plucked, "I have never brought up this matter again! If you say that, people think I am a stepmother, and what do they think of our family?" She muttered as if I was so wronged, but every word I said hurt my heart.

Loki stayed silent for a moment, like a relic lost in time, and then put the knife on the minced meatloaf, a sneer that couldn't help but escape from the corners of his tightly pursed mouth. "How can I. I'm just afraid that I won't be able to control Fenir well. If I'm not careful again, I might hurt more than my chin?" If it comes to bad mouth, who can compare to Loki.

"Enough!" The scolding was addressed to him. Loki tilted his head and glanced at his father, and without any backing down, the other party's gaze began to waver, suddenly he picked up his bag with a chuckle, and strode out of the gate.

The red house was left far behind, he strode and even trotted, with the breeze blowing on his face, Loki felt unprecedentedly relaxed, if the old things hidden in the new house are not suitable, just dust off and take them back Maybe it can no longer be enabled.

It was a long time before Thor was dragged into that dream again, saying he was dragged, because the dream was too imaginative for him to make.

Thor watched the black-haired boy sitting on a high rock pile with his knees tucked up, facing the bottomless cliff, unable to see his expression clearly. Thor, moving faster than his head, yanks him off, completely forgetting that this is a dream, lest the boy's strange and charming self-destructive tendencies take him away from him.

The young man was thrown on the ground, and he broke free with an angry expression on his face. After seeing the person in front of him clearly, his expression gradually changed from surprise to embarrassment. He turned around and was about to flee to the dense forest behind the cliff.

Thor wasn't going to let him succeed, and when he was about to grab him just one step away, Loki suddenly turned around and stood still, countless stone barriers rose from under his feet, carrying him up into the air.

The boy raised his eyebrows at him high above, countless silver light spots condensed into two small words in front of Thor, "Fuckoff."

Simple and rude to rude refusal. Thor has never suffered this before.He thought for a while, if this was a dream, could he assume that he could conjure up whatever he wanted.

A gust of wind cracked the gap between the trees, and the beast with ridged wings scraped through the dust and roared out, carrying Thor to the level with Loki.

Yes, the one on the fountain in the garden.The cold touch of the stone sculpture seemed to be still attached to his back.

Who said big boobs have no brains? Loki was about to suffocate as he looked at the flamboyant beast, but Thor refused. He reached out and pulled Loki onto the back of the griffin, changing the way Loki went to suffocation with a passionate kiss.

Between the tip of their noses, which is only a few centimeters away, there is a small golden word floating, which seems to have a warm temperature:

"Never."

In Fandral's words, Thor's first love finally came long after experiencing countless ex-girlfriends.

"Stop, you laugh a little disgustingly." After realizing that maybe his friend made a new girlfriend behind their backs and was even reluctant to show them a look, the smile on Thor's face, which seemed to be an innocent teenager's first love, was so bright. Blind.

Thor was helpless.It's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that he can't say what that person is, it's too real to be an illusion, maybe it's a ghost or something else?

When they agreed to meet outside the dream, the other party did not show up, and they accused each other of missing the appointment.Perhaps it is like an ideal incarnation, even if it is the right sign in the world, it cannot appear in reality.

And Loki doesn't need morphine for a while, they don't cure his headaches, they just leave bruises and ugly needle marks that make him look like a evasive fool on dates.

Oh, dating, of course that's what the other side said.He's just being disturbed when he's alone.

"Glad you don't need them anymore." Sif casually threw the needle and medicine into the blue-gray river. Loki is dressed as a waiter, with a thick woolen scarf that stretches comically around most of his face.Recently, he has become more and more prone to cold and thin, but he seems to be in good spirits.

"It seems to be due to your mysterious girlfriend." Sif narrowed his eyes at him narrowly.

Loki gives a wry smile.It wasn't his girlfriend, even if he had to characterize their relationship, he probably looked like his girlfriend.He knew everything about him in his dream, and those magnificent backgrounds could not be pieced together by his imagination alone.

They were ordered to perform dramatically in their dreams, but they couldn't even know each other's name, their throats were strangled in silence, like a silent movie without a keynote, their emotions were expressed by their bodies and illusioned external subtitles, but they were trying to break through the dream Sometimes, things like addresses, names, and even subtitles will disappear.

nasty toying.Although the cunning Loki exchanged an address and tomorrow's invitation, the other party still didn't show up, or couldn't show up.

He acquiesced in his heart but couldn't accept that it was just surrounded by an illusion that was too real.

When Thor went to see Loki, he was trying to construct the image of a woman, plaid dress, black hair, with a thin figure similar to Loki, but the face was as blurred as a fog.

This should be Loki's mother. Thor hugged Loki's back sitting cross-legged on the carpet from behind, and Loki turned around, burying his face in his chest in frustration.

"I can't do it, I can't look like my mother. I can't see you either." The small words that quickly dissipated showed the master's bad mood, Thor rubbed the corners of Loki's red eyes, he couldn't hold back his tears Tears will even come out of the eyes before the emotions.

"Listen, I'll always find you." It sounds like a love line, and Thor isn't good at it, so it's a promise.

Loki's twinkling green eyes stare at Thor, taking his fingers before he reaches to wipe his tears away.

The fireplace crackled, the golden sparks were fleeting, and the chill formed round scabs on the windows.

When Thor wakes up, he sees Loki writing in ink on his chest.

"Loki Laufyson, cursed be the tamperer."

what is this?

Among Loki's countless tricks, this isn't even a prank.

Loki puts a full stop. "mark."

When he was still living in a poor old neighborhood when he was a child, he didn't even have the money to pay the deposit for the library. He wrote such a sentence on the title page of the "Gref's Travels" to prevent others from borrowing it, and spent seven school hours Finished watching it.

mark. Thor thinks of Loki's confident green eyes hiding confusion, and smiles indulgently.He parked his car on the dilapidated street of Indus Street, not paying attention to the incompatibility between his luxury car and the atmosphere here.

Generally speaking, even if love forces out his rare and good character, he is still a young man who is not considered by others.

It has to be said that this is a very old library.

When he heard that the man in front of him wanted to borrow a children's book, the drowsy administrator raised his head from the computer in surprise, and then pointed his hand back.

He was just trying his luck. After all, no one can expect a book from eight years ago to still be in its old place. Besides, it may not exist in this time and space itself.

Therefore, when he took down the "Gulliver's Travels" from the dusty bookshelf and turned over the broken title page, the childish but somewhat similar handwriting almost brought tears to his eyes.

"Loki Laufyson, cursed be the tamperer."

It is real.

He is real.

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