Brotherhood - Loki & Thor ♡

5. let's go home. I just wanna take you home

" Over all the millennia, only you have ever loved me, Thor.

Only you have ever looked at me with affection in place of condescension.

Why then am I killing you and not the others?

Because you stopped. "

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"I could have done it, father. I could have done it! For you. For all of us!"

"No, Loki. No..."

Drowned in his own thoughts, Thor could hear their voices so clearly as if he was brought back to the battle again, the bitter battle with the only person he wished he wouldn't have to fight, the battle with the last person he ever wanted to hurt, Loki. Loki left him no choice but to lift up Mjölnir toward his own brother. What hurt the most was probably the fact Loki never wanted the throne. He just wanted to be equal, to be someone to Odin, and it resulted in Thor losing him forever. The pain, when Loki let go and let himself fall into the void, still so raw and fresh that the God of Thunder wondered if he'd ever get over it.

Until one day, after so many breakdowns, crying and screaming when he was alone over the death of his brother, they told him Loki came back.

It took Thor a good minute to process the information he was given. His brother was alive these whole time? But... but why wouldn't he come home?

Why wouldn't Loki come home to him and their family when everybody mourned over his absence?

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Not dead. Not dead. Loki could only repeat those words in his head over and over again. Not dead. For whatever reason, he wasn't allowed to be free just yet. The God of Mischief thought that was his moment. He thought he was finally going to find peace he was wrong. Loki remembered feeling nothing as he allowed himself to sink deeper and deeper into nothingness, embracing those darkness with his steady breathing as it slowly consumed every inch of his body. It didn't hurt anymore. Odin's words couldn't hurt him anymore. He felt so calm, that was until a huge shadow, in the already lack of light space, landed on him. That's when he knew something extremely terrible was coming for him. In only a matter of seconds, that little glimpse of peace, he had just felt for the first time in his life, turned into fear. He wanted to scream but no words came out, wanted to run and hide but there was nowhere to go, wanted to fight but he lost before he could even pull out his dagger. Next thing he felt, the greatest pain he had ever experienced. Though the most scary thing, he was all by himself. There was no one there to tell him it was all going to be okay when he was put through those agonisingly torture time after time until he no longer felt like himself. And the question Loki kept asking himself, where was Thor. Why wasn't Thor there to shelter him like always? Where was his brother when he cried his name? Then, Loki came to realization, his worst fear was confirmed, Thor gave up on him. Just like everybody else did.

Being left behind by the one he loved the most hurt. That combined with everything he gone through ripped away whatever trance of little sanity he had left. The broken God was devastated. When times passed, the pain in his heart turned into something else, rage.

Thor left him here to rot in this living hell. Thor abandoned him here to be held captive and used as a puppet by the purple monster. How stupid of Loki to think his brother was different. Everybody abandoned him, and so did Thor.