Avengers One-Shots

(Thor) Come Here

Loki stood amidst the reuniting heroes.

He was struck with a familiar feeling of loneliness, there was nobody joyfully embracing him for his return.

The raven haired god wasn't even sure if he'd been to this peculiar looking place ever before.

"Brother!"

A bearded face shouted out to him.

The man with the giant axe in hand and red cape flowing majestically behind him came bounding towards the frail god.

"Where have you been, Loki?"

The muscular arms attempted to eagerly wrap themselves around Loki but he hastily stepped away to avoid the touch.

"I'm sorry–"

The two daughters of Thanos had been staring, not sure what else there was to do, they cautiously approached the other pair. Gamora pulled Loki's arm and smiled at him amiably, approval written in her eyes the same way mystery was engraved in the stars above.

Nebula leaned forward and whispered something in Loki's ear. Thor barely missed the small, "truly?" said in response not an octave higher than a whisper.

The green eyed wonder straightened himself back upright and the mechanical girl gave him a playful push towards his brother.

Loki lightly slammed into him and wrapped his arms around the god of thunder — a hug.

Thor let out a sound of glee, he suddenly felt like a small child hugging his brother just for the sake of it.

Pulling away and cupping his brother's neck with his hand, he smiled softly.

"I've dearly missed you, brother. Where have you been all these years? You've been gone– Ever since your fall off the Bifrost..."

Loki's gaze darted from Thor to Nebula and then back at his own blonde brother.

"She informed me that finding me would be near impossible, but you didn't try at all."

He ran a hand through his ebony hair, exhaling loudly.

"Heimdall did," Thor whispered.

"And where is he?"

Thor longed to accept the fact, but he only mouthed the word.

Dead.

Loki's mouth formed a little, "O" in shock.

"Mother?" His voice shook.

Thor hung his head.

"I–"

Loki noticed it had gotten quieter, and he turned to the right to find a small group of people staring.

"Wow, your descriptions really suck, Thor."

Steve tilted his head upward, analyzing Loki's face.

"That's–"

The famous symbol of America pointed a finger at the god of tricks, excitement building up in his features.

Thor only nodded, placing a hand on Loki's shoulder.

"Look here." James Buchanan Barnes lifted a thick sketchbook in the air, and began to sift through it.

"Is this one only for faces, Steve? There seems to be a whole lotta that in here."

Bucky smiled crookedly at his old friend, who returned the gesture.

"Yep," He simply replied, popping the "p."

The White Wolf lifted the book up.

"It's not that far off. Maybe just the eyes..."

Thor appeared looking over Sam's shoulder at the drawing in a flash.

"Ah, I vividly recall this."

Bucky flipped a page back to reveal a poor attempt at a drawing of Loki. It was mostly made up of scribbles and little notes in Thor's handiwork and pensmanship.

"It was when–"

"You had that little breakdown?"

Thor frowned at the Black Widow.

"It's how Tony described your fit, blame him for your sorrow."

The god turned back to look at his little brother again.

It would take some time,

a whole lot of explaining,

healing and love,

but Thor would eventually get back to him.

For now, he took in the sight of his brother, laughing at something Stark was telling him and Banner.

Oh, he couldn't wait.

His brother was back.

6/14/21
M/D/Y