Even My Skin is a Burden (слэш)

“What’s that smell?” Loki asked as Fandral brought his hands to face, bringing him in for a ‘welcome home’ kiss. When the blonde pulled away he saw the smallest hint of a smile on the dark prince's lips, it was far more than he had seen in a very long time.
“Dinner.” Fandral gleamed, squeezing Loki’s shoulders, “Does it smell good?”
“It smells fantastic.” He sounded tired, he always sounded tired.
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After the death of Odin, the defeat of Hela, and the destruction of Asgard was all said and done, Loki thought he would have plenty of time to figure everything out.
After every bad thing that has happened, he was sure to run into a streak of luck very soon...
Honestly, how could things possibly get any worse?
(They get worse. So much worse.)
(A.K.A - Loki's magic starts malfunctioning after his ties with Asgard are severed upon its destruction. The spell that Odin used to hide his heritage breaks and Loki has to cast a glamor constantly to keep himself hidden. But that has dire consequences.)