A GODS WEAKNESS [l.laufeyson]

THIRTY

     Thor waits as Loki enters codes to a door's security panel. Astrid- with much arguing- went along with Valkyrie to get Korg and the others.

"Hey, so listen, we should talk." After some silence Thor speaks up.

"I disagree. Open communication was never our family's forte."

"You have no idea. I've had quite the revelation since we spoke last." The door opens, revealing a bunch of guards. Thor and Loki heft up two Sakaarian guns. "Hello!"

"Hi!" Loki says as him and Thor blast all the guards, moving to another door. "Odin brought us together, it's almost poetic that his death should split us apart. We might as well be strangers now. 'Two sons of the crown' set adrift." A guard tries to ambush Loki through the door as Thor easily takes him out.

"Thought you didn't want to talk about it?" Thor and Loki step into the elevator heading up.

"Here's the thing." After some silence, Loki speaks up again. "I'm probably better off staying here on Sakaar with Astrid."

"That's exactly what I was thinking."

"...Did you just agree with me?" Loki couldn't quite believe it.

"This place is perfect for you. It's savage, chaotic, lawless. Brother, you're going to do great here."

"Do you truly think so little of me?" Thor pauses, considers his brother.

"Loki, I thought the world of you. I thought we were gonna fight side by side forever. But, at the end of the day, you're you, I'm me... and let's face it, Astrid wouldn't leave your side. She may not agree with you now but in the long run she's loyal to you. I don't know, there's still good in you, but let's be honest, our paths diverged a long time ago." Loki is wounded by Thor's willingness to discard him but masks his feelings.

"It's probably for the best that we never see one another again." Thor pats Loki affectionately on the shoulder. For the first time in a while, Thor managed to get through to him.

"That's what you always wanted. I must say I was quite looking forward to being an uncle, but oh well. I've already dealt with one Loki in my life. Don't need another." Thor jokes with him as a small smile emerges on Loki's face before they stand in silence for a little while.

"Hey. Let's do 'get help'." Thor speaks up with his sudden idea.

"What?"

"Get Help."

"No."

"Come on, you love it."

"I hate it."

"It's great. It works every time."

"It's humiliating."

"Do you have a better plan?"

"No."

"We're doing it."

"We are not doing 'get help'."

~

The elevator doors open as Thor supports Loki's weight with him faking a fatal injury.

"Get help! Please! My brother, he's dying." A small group of Sakaarian guards turn toward Thor and Loki. "Get help! Help him!"

Thor picked up Loki and flings him at the guards knocking them down like bowling pins. Loki stands up and Thor steps to his side.

"Classic."

"I still hate it. It's humiliating."

"Not for me, it's not." Thor looks up to the many ships around them. "Which one's the ship she told us to get?"