This ones Thorki (Thor/Loki)
Loki's POV
His eyes darted towards his "mates", his "comrades", his so-called "avengers". He gave them thankful looks, before fixing his gaze on me, and suddenly his emotion changed. His eyes flickered with fire, flashed with hope and filted with lust. I close my eyes at that point, not wanting to stare into his ocean blue eyes. I know better than that.
Thor's hand twisted, setting the reactor into its mode, vanishing us from the Earth of where we stood. Our bodies got sent through the reactor, sending us home. My throat tightened and this feeling rushed over me. Fear. Yes, I've felt it before. But this, no, I'm gunna get punished. And not just a time out this time either, more of a life/death situation. It'll be bigger than isolation, I've had that too.
I remembered to bend my knees as we landed, taking the blow from the force. Thor straightened up, and settled his gaze on me, and they no longer were glossed over by dissppointed, no; not this moment, co\ right now his eyes showed great possession, great passion, and I had no idea why.
And then my head tilted, getting a better view of Asgard.....whoa...wait a minute. This wasn't Asgard. I have no idea where we are, but it isn't home.
"Thor, you bumbling idiot! We are not home, as you can clearly see, or are you blind? As well as death? I thought home was Asgard, or maybe even where my kind live, right before your father wiped them out!" I snarl, clearly annoyed with the fact that Thor couldn't even take us home without screwing something up. He should've let me drive.
"Relax, dear brother-"
"I am not your brother!" I defend with all my instincts, we were never related, never bonded by blood.
"Loki, I clearly note you are not related by blood, I am not this idiot you so highly assume. But we are brothers by bond, if one of us is blind, then it is clearly you. We grew up together, played together, learned from one-another. Are you prepared to throw all of that away, just to attempt at ruling when you clearly miss the point of it at all costs!" Thor sighed with agitation, trying to reason with me the same argument we've been having since I found out I was adopted.
I wasn't having a lecture from Thor and then go to Asgard to be lectured there as well. I was not having it. If he truly is going to hand me in because of my crimes, then he should do so now as I am not in a mood to talk.
"I don't want to even think in that human way! Just, please, hand me in," my voice was hoarse, and Thor snapped his head in my direction, staring at me in the eye.
"You want to be handed in dear brother?" he was alarmed to say the least.
"I am not your brother- oh for the love of, don't say that again, Thor. I'm tired of stating the same thing. But besides your point, yes, I am ready to be silenced," I admit, hanging my head in what only humans can call shame.
"Y-You want to be silenced? Is that what you wish your punishment to be?" Thor whispered, feeling very uncomfortable indeed.
If I am silenced, no one could ask me questions, since they knew I will never be able to answer. There are questions our there that I am afraid of. I admit that. But like I told Captain America, it is not the storm I am afraid of, it's the consequence of that storm. And in this position, it is not Thor, but his father.
"Yes."
"But why?" Thor asked, exasperated.
"Sew me here, dear brother of the knight. Make me talk no more!" I cry, and I think tears may be begining to spill. Oh Lord!
