Thor gazed out of his window. His room was dark, all of the lights were turned off. He was thinking, about his life, his victories, his mistakes. Especially the mistakes. His head was full of regrets. He just wanted to forget, but memories lurked in the shadows. He knew he was a bad person, knew that what he had done was unforgivable. Yet he regretted. There was nothing he could do anyway. The same question echoing in his head: Was it worth it? Sure, he had his kingdom, he would fight for it and never give it up. But still, he had ended up hurting someone he cared about, the person who meant more to him than anything else. He had been thinking about it for weeks, maybe months and had nearly reached the point of madness. He wished he could just end it all. Inside his head it was chaos, outside it was quiet.
The silence was broken as someone opened the door, the light of the corridor cutting through the darkness of his room. He didn't turn around to see who it was, just continued to look out of the window, without really looking. He heard footsteps getting closer, until they reached him, and he felt Loki's cold hands grabbing his neck. Thor didn't move at this, either. Loki's voice cut through the air, and Thor could hear both hatred and pain in it. "You were always better than me. Everyone always loved you more, even mom and dad. You took everything away from me. You ruined my life. Now I'll get my revenge. Tell me, was it worth it?" Thor didn't get a chance to answer, before he felt a sharp blade cut across his throat. He gasped a little, before dropping to the floor. He had not realy been expecting this, but deep inside he had waited for it. Because he knew he deserved it. And how crazy as it may sound, maybe this was what he had wanted all along. A last chance to get away from the pain, the memories, everything. The last thing he heard was the metallic sound of the knife hitting the floor as his brother left the room, a slight smile curved on his lips.