"And just what do you think that you are doing?" Thor questioned, shoving his brother forcefully away from the warmth with a scowl. "Envy my looks all that you like, but I am trying to bathe here, and you are wasting my hot water." A shame, really, as he had only just begun, and he knew that Loki was not going to make this easy.The sound that slipped from the trickster’s throat was a concoction of disbelief and fury, uttered with the barest of breaths seconds before he regained his composure. One good reason? He’ll show you one good reason you great blubbering infidel!
"Here is your one reason!" As quick as a snake strikes, his pale hand lifted above his head to enclose boney fingers around the thrumming metal piping dispersing the well-sought heated water and as his skin touched metal, ice spread until the water itself had become droplets of freezing cold water.
"Take your shower now brother!"
The yelp that he emitted when the first drops of water made contact with his skin was embarrassing, but the leap he took to escape the stream was worse and nearly had him crashing to the floor on the wet tiles. “That was uncalled for, you- you…” Failing to formulate a proper insult, enraged and flustered, the blond stormed out of the shower and covered himself.
"You can have the damned shower. I would rather roll through the mud anyway." Shivering, and vowing that he would pay him back for that one later, the thunder god retreated to his clothes, slipping on the fresh ones that he had brought with him. "Enjoy your shower, brother. I have little doubt that it will be warm enough for you again soon," he spat, his pride wounded.
Loki had never laughed harder his entire existence and even long after his magicks receded and he continued his interrupted showering, he could not cease the fit of laughter that seized him when he thought about how ridiculous his brother had looked. When he settled and he was done washing, he rejoined the thunderer in his bedroom already dressed in his tunic and under armor.
"And I have little doubt that you would rather bathe in dirt than shower! But you were such a sight, sprawling around like that! I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it!” A flick of his wrist and there stood another clone, acting from Loki’s memory of the event and replaying the scene (albeit in an exaggerated and more humorous manner). Again Loki laughed and this time he had need to seat himself on the edge of Thor’s bed, cradling his midsection as though it might help ease the burning muscles that seemed to never have been used.
"The mighty - heheh - Thor! Can’t even - ehehehe - stand on his own two feet!" Oh Loki knew well he might face the wrath of his brother and know the heavy weight of Mjolnir against either face or chest, but it was well worth the being’s humiliation!