Brotherhood - Loki & Thor ♡

37. serpents in the dreamer

Thor accidentally ran into Loki in the most torturous reunion.

Inspired by Netflix original series: The Alienist

Trigger warning's applied.

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After the everlasting nights of being apart from each other, after Thor left his brother writhing on the floor on their way out of Sakaar, Loki never made it out. In order to stop Hela, Thor had to cause Ragnarok, burn Asgard down and so the Goddess of Death burnt with her. Ever since, he often found himself looking into the shadow, into nothingness of the space surrounding Statesman, unconsciously waiting for his brother to come back, yet Loki never showed up.

Out here in the outer space, Thor lost track of time. Though he knew it's been so long, so long since he'd last seen the God of Mischief. Was it weeks? Months? He wouldn't know. All he knew was guilt gnawing at him; shouldn't have left him there, hissed a venomous voice in his head that sounded like his mother. He thought Loki would get himself out of the situation because Loki always did. That was the mistake; Thor thought and his thought was wrong. More than once he almost - just almost - turned the ship around and returned to Sakaar just to see if Loki was held hostage there (or worse)

There's nothing left, he was told by the informant, there's nothing left on Sakaar. Nothing but dirt and ruin. After the revolution the planet was utterly wrecked. Should Loki were to still be alive - wherever he was now - he wouldn't be on Sakaar.

If Loki was still alive. Thor sighed. The unknown, the possibility of his brother being dead for real made his stomach churn it twisted his insides in an oddly ache he couldn't quite describe.

If only you haven't left me there all defenseless. This time the voices sounded like Loki. As always Thor pretended he wasn't hurt, wasn't on the verge of losing his sanity by the unknown of whether or not Loki, the only family he had left, was still breathing. Maybe Loki was dead, killed on Sakaar long ago during the revolution, killed because Thor turned his back on him, and Thor was completely alone in this fucked up world until the Norns would grant him access to Valhalla where he would rejoin his mother, father, and brother.

"Your Majesty,"

Thor turned to look, it was Valkyrie. He kept silence, encouraging her to go on (he really ought to get used to the title; he was Asgard's king now, responsible for the lives of Ragnarok survivors stuffed together on this obviously overcrowded ship)

"We've got a situation," she said.

"What kind of situation?" Thor looked neither surprised nor worried. Just exhausted. Compared to Odin, who ruled the Nine Realms for millennia, Thor - who ruled only the lost souls on Statesman for less than a year, aged too quickly; the bags under his remaining eye proved him older than he really was. Sometimes he didn't believe he was ready for this (and he was so ready during his first coronation years ago - in which felt like it's been forever - when Asgard still stood tall in her glory and everything was so easy) and wished he could escape all these expectations from his people, and just be Thor; a man whom wanted to get his brother back and to live a simple life. He was aware his childish dreams were impossible, and not worthy to dwell on for there was no time to waste.

"The cooling system's broke which caused the engine to overheat. If we don't do something about it, the ship could catch fire within a few days." Said Valkyrie.

Thor didn't say a word. He looked kind of in deep thoughts, then he sighed and grounded the heel of his hand into his eye. "How far away is the nearest station?" He asked eventually.