Something short and sweet for the new Thor movie. My favorite scene is when Thor goes to Loki, and Thor, the insightful bastard knows he's just putting on a front, and Tom Hiddleston does such a sweet job of conveying Loki's devestation that I had to write something about it, so here you go. This is dedicated to my best friend in the whole wide universe (wowza, right?) MARVELous Life. Go check her out! What? I'm a shameless advertiser I can't help it. Anyway, enjoy!
As soon as the words had left the guard's mouth, Loki hadn't been able to breathe properly.
One second, he'd been plotting his escape from the dastardly place he now referred to as home, and the next, he'd been sucker punched with the knowledge that the only person in the universe who still loved and trusted him, his only champion who fought for him and truly treated him as her own, was dead.
And it made him hate the universe a little more.
If Thor had protected her instead of his little Midgard whore, then she'd still be there. If Odin hadn't been such an arrogant bastard, she'd still be there. If he hadn't tried to rule Midgard, he could have been there to protect her, and she'd still be there. If…
And the "ifs" went on for a while. And Loki went a little mad trying to understand how someone so pure could be killed so cruelly.
At some point, his rage had gotten the better of him—as it usually did—and he destroyed his "home", because with his mother dead, there wasn't one for him anymore. And his rage roiled within him, and stirred, and he couldn't quite breathe without tears of frustration welling up in his eyes, so he closed them and tried to think of nothing and everything and the pleasure of killing Maliketh as soon as he could get out of this godforsaken place.
And then Thor showed up, and everything got better and worse all at the same time.
Because Loki could breathe again, but he would never forgive his brother.
And then Loki was free.
