Brotherhood - Loki & Thor ♡

25. for every king that died they would crown another

Quick author's note; my old instagram account  (more.than.a.trickster) got deleted at 48k so I got a new one. It's his.undying.fidelity
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Anyway trigger warning's applied for this chapter; if you may be uncomfortable with dark theme/depression/suicidal thoughts please skip this one and wait for the upcoming chapter instead because I promise it'll be LOTTA FLUFF

And that's it for my rambling!

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Thor died. Frigga died. Odin died. Death didn't want Loki. His worst punishment was that he was sentenced to live the agony life without the release of death, without being able to reunite with his family.

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"Your Majesty?" Loki's trance was broken by a voice calling his name. His name, right. Up until now he still wasn't quite used to the title he rightfully earned. Funny how, years ago, he'd do anything and everything just to sit on the throne. Now he wished with all his cold, numb heart that he was standing proudly by his brother's side, watching him rule. This was wrong. So wrong.

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"Brother?" Loki sounded confused. It was the warmth of Thor's blood on the palm of his hand that sent shivers down Loki's spine. "Thor!" Loki then cried when it hit. He pulled the limp body close to his chest.
Thor's eyes were barely opened, his breathing came out too shallow, crimson blood flooding out of his chest wasn't promising. And Norns, Loki never felt so scared.

"Loki," Thor's voice weak and barely audible. This isn't right, Loki thought with such horror creeping up his heart, Thor had always been so strong. So strong.

"We won," Loki said, holding Thor's hand tightly, "We won, brother. We won!" Tear rolled down the younger brother's face and, with so much effort, Thor reached up and wiped it away with his thumb.

"You will make a great king, brother." Thor gave him a soft smile before coughing up blood.

"Thor...."

"I know you will make us proud. Asgard depends on you." With that Thor's eyes slowly drifted close, his chest stopped moving, and his hand, on Loki's face, fell limply to his side.

From that moment the realization hit Loki hard; he was all on his own. He had no one left.

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"Your Majesty." Another call. Loki blinked, bringing himself back to reality. He looked around and all eyes were on him; the king on the throne with crown on his head and power in his hands.

"Right," Loki - the king - said, fake coughing in hope of shaking away the crack in his voice, "where were we again?" Norns, this wasn't the first time he zoned out during the council.

"The help, your Majesty, from Earth." Said his most-trusted which... could be anyone. Loki could not care less if they were secretly plotting his regicide. Let them try and may them succeed. It would be a great pleasure to, eventually, be able to rest.

They rebuilt New Asgard on Earth. Thanks to Thor's reputation, even with the Almighty God of Thunder dead, everyone was more than happy to offer a helping hand whether it be good, supply, money, anything. Because Thor was a hero, loved so dearly by people. Loki knew it was all for Thor and for the first time he wasn't jealous.

"Right." The king nodded slowly, emotionlessly, "Accept their help and tell them Asgard is forever grateful." Then he made a shooing motion with his hand, wordlessly telling them that's it for today, and that he wished to be alone. Only after the last guard left did Loki let his feelings show; sorrow, sadness and regret.