THE FALLEN PRINCE OF ASGARD
Learn how Thor copes with the loss of his brother, not by blood but by bonds, exhaled his final breath, and what changes will occur when a miracle happens. TWO SHOT
Sorry if I'd made the characters seem too OOC. I've just started writing.
Thor grieved, the moment his brother, not by blood but by bonds, exhaled his final breath into the cool night air that was finally silent. How his frail body had rested in his arms, vulnerable and fragile, still without the steady thrum of life. His pale hand already started to cool down, features relaxed as he spent his last moments not alone, but with his brother. The brother who cared, even if he was a monster. Even if he murdered. Even when he betrayed him, the bonds stayed strong. And perhaps…all Loki needed was someone to tell him he wasn't a shadow, he was as unique and strong as Thor in his own way.
But Thor was too late. Too late to see how his brother struggled, how he began changing slowly, twisting and breaking. Oh, how he wished to rewind time and bring his brother back from the clutches of Hel!
Thor mourned. He was not the only one. His mother mourned too, eyes clouded with pain every time Loki's name was mentioned, how she cried herself to sleep at night as she remembers every moment of her green eyed trickster's life, and she strongly objected when Odin prepared to empty Loki's room. Thor could not believe how Odin could be so heartless, to continue living as if nothing had happened. He could have given a funeral, at least, for Loki to pass with dignity. But he refused, and that day, a thunderstorm raged full force. Frigga, like Thor, missed Loki every moment that he wasn't here.
Thor recalled his childhood memories with his green eyed brother. Playing with the Warrior Three in the bushes and gardens, sparring with Loki, studying with Loki, getting pranked by Loki, laughing with Loki when they tricked a guard into bumping the wall…By the Norns, he missed Loki's laugh. He would give anything, anything at all to hear that mirthful sound once more, and his chest tightened once more.
Thor sobbed. The great, mighty Thor reduced to a sobbing mess! Loki would mock him if he was here. But Thor didn't care. Loki, his closest friend and brother was gone. But Thor suspected that his real brother, not a shell, had gone the moment Odin caught Thor and Thor caught Loki, and Loki had snarled, then let go. Thor felt as if he could have done something, something to prevent his brother from turning. Guilt whirled in his mind, along with remorse and sadness that overwhelmed his entire being.
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A year passed since that fateful day, when Loki died. Thor was at yet another meeting about the repair of the Midgard, bored out of his mind. This kind of thing was for Loki, not for him. He couldn't sit still, but the next few words caught his attention : "Someone or something has repaired the Midgard with astounding speed. It's as if a god is assisting the mortals…"
The first person that Thor thought of was Loki. He shook the thought away, Loki was dead and the dead don't come back. But he'll have at to admit, that kind of dead come back to life stunt seemed like Loki. But that didn't mean Loki was back, though he wished. Wished with every fibre of his being. Wishing like he never did. Abruptly, he stood up, startling the others. "I will go to the Midgard to check, please tell that to Father." Then he strode off, leaving gaping officers staring at him, wondering what was going on.
Thor arrived at Midgard, New York City, starting to doubt himself. What do you think you'll find here? he chastised himself, looking at the repairing sites, and promptly went to find the Avengers.
Author's Note : Sorry. It's a two shot now. And forgive me if I write about characters that are supposed to be dead.
