Thor knelt at the side of the tub and took oil in his hands to work through the tips of Loki’s hair. It was no easy task but it helped the comb go through much more easily. He sat in silence and went about the task, not looking at the prince. He was tired and wanted only to go to his small room and sleep. It would be such a relief tonight. And Loki looked as though he were ready to retire as well. Thor wouldn’t need to stay late in the night to assist the prince in studies. No matter how late Loki slept Thor always had to rise at the same time. Too often he only received a few hours of sleep. Once he had met his waker at the door. Tonight though he could get plenty of rest. Perhaps he could ask for a set time to leave for bed as his reward.
Loki lazily cleaned himself with the washcloth, allowing Thor to handle his hair. It truly was his good fortune to have found a slave with such skills, as handling his own hair had been troublesome in the past. Before, he wouldn’t have let his servants anywhere near his gorgeous black hair for fear of their incompetence. Thor had proven his usefulness, though, and Loki was tired of going to the giantesses for help with his more ornate braids. The fragrance his various skin creams and the rhythmic brushing of his hair was starting to make the prince drowsy. He truly had over indulged that night, as he was now feeling lazy and complacent. Such was a terrible attitude to have. Loki decided that he’d retire for the night and then awaken early to get some sword training in. That was a fine plan. “My towel and robe,” Loki ordered as Thor finished tending to his hair.