Brotherhood - Loki & Thor ♡

7. enough

"Loki...." The word drawn out of Thor's dried lips as the God looked down at the helmet he held close in his hands as if it was his most precious token. In which it was. The gold helmet with elegant horns was the only thing Thor had left of his brother. The only thing reminded him of Loki.

It wasn't the first time Thor found himself standing under the pale moonlight in chilling night, on the balcony, alone with Loki's belongings. He tried to think of the right words to say, he had thousands of things he wanted to tell his brother, but every time Thor opened his mouth, it felt as if his throat suddenly closed in and his lungs were squeezed by an invisible force, making it impossible for him to speak. Not that it really mattered anyway. Loki couldn't be here to listen anyway. His brother was gone. Dead. And the last thing Thor said to him still haunted him every minute of every day. 'You really are the worst brother' Thor shut his eyes tight and shook his head as the bitter memories hit like a ton of bricks. He couldn't take it back. You really are the worst brother would always be the last thing Thor ever spoke to Loki before he was forced to watch the God of Mischief get killed right in front of him.

You are not the worst brother. Thor spoke in his mind. His eyes opened and he lifted his gaze up to meet the night skies. He could only hope the Trickster God could hear his thoughts from somewhere in Valhalla where Loki could finally rest for the eternity with Odin and Frigga.

Somewhere in those shining stars decorating the skies, Thor knew Loki was looking down at him.

"Thor..." Thor's trance was broken by a voice coming from behind.

He quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, so his tears wouldn't be seen. Turning around, he was met with a soft smile of Jane Foster as she slowly approached him, hugging herself in the process due to how cold the night was.

After the Avengers defeated Thanos, Thor stayed on Earth and bought a house of his own. He and Jane got back together, and now she moved in with him. Though Thor sure was the God of Thunder, not Love, that's why the woman often found herself being woken up by the coldness of the lack of his body laying against hers. It became a pattern now, after the clock hit 0.00 A.M. Thor would always be here, on the balcony with his brother's helmet in hands. He was still mourning.

"Let's go to bed, okay?" Jane spoke softly, her hand around his shoulders and he sighed, eyes on the helmet "You should have seen Loki's face when I spoke those words... when he looked at me before he...." Thor couldn't finish the sentence. He could never bring himself into finishing it. Jane wished she could help. She wished she could stop the pain within Thor's heart, but the best she could do was offering a small comfort by tightening her grip on his shoulder a little before moving her hand to his back, rubbing circle on his tensed muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt. So he knew he wasn't alone. "Come on, let's go to bed. It's freezing here" Her voice barely a whisper, and Thor didn't protest when she guided him back inside their bedroom.

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Chaos. All Stephen Strange saw was chaos. The wizard couldn't tell why, but after the victory, after the universe was safe from the Purple Monster, something inside him - voices - kept telling him to time-travel to the destroyed ship floating in space. Every night, the voices got louder and louder until he could no longer ignore it. So here he was.

A sigh escaped doctor Strange's month as he walked past the bodies laying on the ground. He felt those sinking feelings weighed in his chest as he looked at bodies of the Asgardians who had their lives ended by the hands of the Mad Titan. Sadly, the wizard could only travel back in time, he didn't have the power to change the past. There was no way for Stephen to resurrect them. So why would the voices lead him here? Stephen ran his hand through his face, trying not to focus on those metallic smell of blood lingering in the air. His eyes searching for something - anything - he didn't even know what was it he was supposed to look for. A sign? What sign? Everyone was dead. There was noting but bodies and debris scattered over the ship that was about to explode. Damn it. Stephen wished the voices would at least give him a hint.