This ship is not good for my heart, I just love them to death. Plus it's far too angsty, but that is a big part of its appeal. I wholeheartedly blame Tom Hiddleston, that actor's gorgeous eyes are perfect for Loki's expressive role. Oh and I ran out of descriptive juice midway through, if only I could always write the way I did for the first two paragraphs.
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Hurt
The raven's attention flew skyward and he hungrily drank in the beautiful streaks of power that rained down from the cloud crackling with pure energy. The familiar explosion of the elder's essence that followed is one that caused a spark of adrenaline to shoot down his spine and pool in his abdomen with anticipation. The brunette admired how well the show of raw power described the blonde without any words. He felt a smirk tug itself onto his face when he thought how it was the elder's display his anger and frustration.
In no time at all, the thunderer crashed onto the ground before him. The raven could feel the buzz of energy emitted from the person less and a leap away. The emotion that the elder held in his eyes burned the younger to his core, and he raven met the blonde's gaze with a challenge, his smile growing into a maniacal chuckle. The thunderer stood, his back extending to his full height like that of a proud lion.
The grin was wiped clean off the brunette's face when the blonde began his questioning, his pleading. The raven hated these kind words, he did not want to bow down and beg for mercy. The brunette hissed words of hatred and insult, much like a snake enticing his opponent into battle. But the elder did not fight, not even when the younger kicked him across the street for grabbing onto the younger's shoulders and trying to shake sense into him. The raven did not want to talk of home and forgiveness, he needed a fight. He needed to hurt and to be hurt.
The blonde did not relent, his glare softening into that of pity. In response, the brunette's anger flared and viciously, he shot a ball of green magic to contact with the elder's chest. The raven crackled insanity and stalked to his prey like a feline. Once he was mere steps away, he circled the elder, all the while spitting taunting words. The thunderer said nothing but was ready when the younger struck. Millenniums of training evident in how easily he had got the shaft of the weapon. And with a rough tug, the brunette was sent tumbling into his waiting arms.
The blonde threw the weapon away before securely wrapping his arms around the younger in a painful embrace as the raven struggled and blasted balls of energy at his captor. Intent on keeping hold of his younger, the elder suffered through the attack and tightened his embrace. But nothing would prepare him for the younger's tear streaked face and a glare that held so many emotions, that the thunderer himself felt lost in this suddenly very large world.