Brother to One

by Ghost Rider of the Aragon

After the events of the Convergence, Loki finds himself needing to talk to someone, and what better way to communicate than to write to his brother? ...Except that he never sent the letter... Contains spoilers for the new movie, but really? I have a feeling that everyone who cares has seen it by now...

1. Chapter 1

A/N: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THOR 2. This is completely unconnected to my story "Little Brother". I own nothing.
Loki's POV

Maybe we are brothers in all but blood.
I suppose I see it now. I didn't at the time.
Actually, that's a lie.
I saw it the whole time.
I just ignored it.

When I first discovered my heritage, I will admit that I hated myself. Now, I had even less of a chance of ever measuring up to you. I wanted everyone to hate me the way I did. Even you, even Mother.
Why else would I have let go of that damned spear?
It was good to be free of Odin's machinations, but seeing the grief on your face was the equivalent of tearing out my own heart.
If I thought I was a pawn before, it was doubly true after I fell to the Chitauri.

I suppose my short-lived attack on New York was my way of trying to fill the void left by my non-existent heart. You should have known better than to think that you could bring me back. When I told you that sentimentality was weakness, I meant it.
I was wrong.

And I won't even go into the time I spent in that cell, with only my illusions for company. I won't try to tell you how much I hated you for all your self-righteousness. I only hope that with my death, I might earn your forgiveness, perhaps even your love. It would be too much to ask for your trust.
On Svartalfheim, I wondered what it was like for you to watch your brother die. Now pondering this, I find that I'm glad I didn't have to endure such a sight.
Perhaps now you can remember me as your brother-Aesir at heart, and possibly worthy of honor in the end.
Maybe.

Then, when you stood before me, unable to see past my disguise, I wondered. If you could see who it really was who was telling you these things, would you have believed them? Would you have perhaps wished to reconcile? Or would you have demanded I give you what is rightfully yours, the throne, the crown?
I suppose we'll never find out now.
Then again, perhaps we will.

Hopefully, if you ever read this you'll be able to make sense of my ramblings. I have faith in you.

Sincerely (whether you believe me or not)
Loki, son of none
Brother to one.