Honourless Frost Giant
by Lacrimula Falsa
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. I write to relax, not to make profit.
Summary: How some words come back to haunt you. [One-shot, canon-compliant.]
"There is no honour in trickery and deceit, Loki."
"There is no honour in being dead."
"It is better to die with honour and go to Valhalla than die a coward!"
"Well I would rather be a living coward than a dead hero!"
"To think that he's your brother, Thor. If I didn't know better I'd say he was some honourless Frost..."
Crack.
"Did you just call my brother a Frost Giant?"
"No (cough), of course not."
"Thor, let him go. I can fight my own battles."
Sigh.
"What would you do Loki, turn him into a frog?"
Loki walks out without another word, slamming the golden doors in his wake. Impressive, really, considering that they're made of solid metal.
-x-
Years later Loki will stab his not-brother with a dagger, standing on a tower on Midgard.
=Is this your idea of honour, brother, the honourless Jotun scum stabbing you in the front, to spare you the disgrace of being stabbed in the back?=
A/N: Inspired by the scene in Avengers where Loki stabs Thor on Avengers tower. Or rather, by seeing this scene again in a fanvid ["Loki Can't Decide" by altairsix; YouTube /watch?v=NvTknoMZ-m4] that gave me feels in spite of (or maybe because of) its jaunty tune. Hope you enjoyed, comments are love.