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Thor will always remember the days when he and Loki would sit under the trees in Idunn's orchard, their cheeks red and ruddy from running around, golden apples in their small hands.
What he will remember the most, however, was the way the apple juice dribbled down the corners of Loki's thin lips as he bit them and how plump his lips looked after bites. The way his green eyes glittered in the bright sunlight.