10/2/2012: kettle cooked: update...maybe soon. I have to come up with something to write though. prompts are welcomed lovingly. Time skip problem fixed...Ages? uhhh...Thor/Sif - 20 or 21, Loki/Nat - 16 or 17.

The movie was torture. Sif had picked it out, saying it was 'romantic'. She had sprawled out over the couch, putting her feet in my lap and keeping me at the far end, pissed off about something undoubtedly. She was a great girlfriend, But could get upset over the tiniest of things.

"Sif, darling," She always loved it when I called her that, "Can I please come down to your end of the couch?" She pressed her feet delicately into my thigh, waiting for a break in dialogue to speak.

"No, Thor."

"Why not?" she continued to stare at the screen, but rolled her eyes and smiled slightly.

"Because, darling," she drew the word out, her southern roots evident in her speech, "Your little brother is here, and if I let you sit with me, his pretty virgin eyes might be scared forever. Got me?"

I frowned, sinking into the couch. "sure, whatever. where is little blue eyes anyway?" Loki had come down to get a drink a little earlier, I had heard him in the kitchen, And I thought he had gone back upstairs.

"right here, Thor." His voice was light and whispery,but I could hear a smile on his lips. He nearly always snuck down and watched the movie with us when he was home and it was Sif's turn to pick. We sat in silence for the rest of the movie. Loki was sitting at the end of the couch, crosslegged and back straight, watching over the top of Sifs' head, dorky glasses perched on his nose. he only wore his glasses in the house or when he was sick, the thick black frame accenting his slightness of build and making him seem so weak and small. As the Credits rolled, my phone chirped quietly, and I checked the number. Loki. pulling it out, I slid it open under Sifs' feet.

Loki 8:21 pm /Out with Natasha. home before ten thirty. Jeg Elsker Deg./

I smiled slightly. That boy was like a cat, sneaking around without a whisper, so of course I hadn't heard him leave. He always texted if he was going out though, which was nice. Clicking out a quick reply to him, I was glad he was going to Natasha's house. She was boisterous and happy and Loki needed someone like that. he was always quiet and seemed so sad, sulking around the house or hiding in his room.

"Thor?" Sif looked up at me, twisting her neck and stretching her arms out. "Who's texting you?" She asked, dragging her feet across my thighs again and tucking them under herself.

"Just Loki. Telling me he is out to Natasha's." I looked at her and smiled quickly, then returned my attention to my phone and hit send.

"Now that he is gone," Sif smiled slightly and sprung across the couch and landed in my lap. she was petite and curvy, and a touch wild.

"Yeah?"

"Hi, Nat. can I come over?...Yeah, Thor and Sif again...Thanks. see you in a few." I cut off the call and checked my messages. Thor had responded to my text just a minute ago.

Thor 8:27 /K. you can stay tonight if Mr.R is cool. but i'll kick Sif out by eleven. J.E.D./