Chapter Four: Inevitable
Many thoughts circled around Thor's mind. He was barely aware of his surroundings after what happened on the refugee ship. His body numbly fought through the mass of six-armed aliens, but his mind was elsewhere.
"I promise that I'll never let anything hurt you," a three-year-old Thor whispered to his newborn brother.
He knew in the back of his mind that he had broken his promise. Although nothing physically seriously hurt Loki, Thor knew that he had hurt his little brother mentally and emotionally.
"I never wanted the throne! All I ever wanted was to be your equal!" a much older Loki screamed at his blonde brother while the Bifrost destroyed Jotunheim.
His equal. All his life, Loki was an outcast. No friends. He was considered a freak for using magic. While almost all Asgardian citizens were warriors, Loki preferred to sit in the library and learn. He was different. It was in his blood—Jotun's blood.
"I could have done it, Father. I could have done it. For you. For all of us," Loki choked out as he was hanging over the edge of the Bifrost.
"No, Loki," Odin said quietly.
The look of disappointment, failure, and sadness was heartbreaking for Thor to look at. A tear fell down Loki's face as he let go, falling into the void. Thor couldn't hold back his scream of loss and terror.
His father had rejected Loki. The same father who, Thor now realized, had not treated Loki fairly. Loki had always seemed to receive the worst punishments for little mistakes. Odin had given up on Loki once he saw him, but the liar of a king had raised Loki up to believe that he was Odin's son.
"TELL ME!" Loki screamed at Odin, his face streaked with tears.
"I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day; bring about an alliance, bring about permanent peace; through your," Odin explained.
Loki's reply of "What?" was barely more than a whisper.
"But those plans no longer matter," Odin continued.
"So I'm no more than another stolen relic, locked up here until you might have use for me?" Loki's mood slowly changed to anger.
"Why do you twist my words?" Odin asked, trying to defend himself.
"You could have told me what I was from the beginning. Why didn't you?" Loki questioned angrily.
"You're my son," Odin replied, no emotion in his words. "I only wanted to protect you from the truth."
Being the God of Lies, Loki knew it wasn't entirely truthful. "Why? Because I-I-I'm the monster that parents tell their children about at night?" Loki choked out.
A monster. Loki believed himself to be a monster.
Thor sliced down several aliens, ignoring his friend's attempts to say hello. His joke at Steve for copying his beard was an attempt to hide his pain.
Thor had failed his little brother. He had teased him too much for reading and using magic. He hadn't paid enough attention to a young child who was suffering because he only got love from his adoptive mother; nothing from his father. It was Thor's fault that Loki had pushed others away, building up a protective wall between himself and life. All because he was heartbroken, considered a failure by his loved ones, and he didn't get enough love in his childhood.
Thor's last words to Loki still rang in his head. "You truly are the worst, brother." It was supposed to be a joke, but Loki's sad glance at the older man was one that took it seriously. He wished he could take it back. Take everything back and actually be there for his brother.
Thor wasn't there when Loki broke down crying in the library after he found out about his true parentage. He wasn't there when Loki was tortured and turned into an emotionless murderer by Thanos. He never heard Loki's pleas for help as the younger prince suffered as Thanos' slave. He was too stupid to realize that Loki's normally emerald green eyes were a cold shade of blue.
He wasn't there when Loki mourned after his mother's death and had a near-death experience on Svartalfheim. He wasn't there when Loki was drugged on Sakaar and had involuntarily slept with the Grandmaster to get in the Sakaarian's "good graces." In fact, Thor had suggested that Loki was better off staying on that Helheim of a planet with the perverted Grandmaster. He couldn't stop Thanos from killing his friend and brother. His brother. The one he swore to protect.
These thoughts and more fueled Thor's rage as he hurled Stormbreaker at Thanos. Thor's expression was grim, showing no emotion as the war axe lodged itself deep into Thanos' chest, causing the Mad Titan to fall to his knees.
Thor slowly approached Thanos, taking his time to let the purple alien suffer. Thor's electric blue eyes were blazing with anger, so much so that Thanos was beginning to be afraid of the Asgardian.
"I told you, you would die for that," Thor growled and gripped the back of the Titan's bald head. Thor slowly pushed Stormbreaker deeper into Thanos' chest. He glared down into the Titan's cold eyes.
Despite the pain he was in, Thanos smirked up at Thor. "You should have gone for the head." Thanos raised his gloved fist. Thor barely had time to react before Thanos did it...
The single Snap was like millions of lives breaking. A wave of power washed over the universe, choosing its victims randomly and leaving behind nothing but dust.
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Resurrection
ФанфикThey thought he was dead. Thor watched him die. He thought he was dead, too, but he was alive. Barely, but alive. How was it possible when his neck was shattered? The question remains; how is it that he is alive? And how is he going to stop Thanos...
