Authors Note: It sucks but I tried, writers block is a bitch and it was hard writing as Thor because I'm more like Loki myself, so it was hard to see his feelings, but anyway, I tried.
I clung to the snow covered earth, drenching in the blood that turned the pale snow red in my wake. The world was blurry, and I was loosing so much blood, the smell of the liquid was like ammonia, my body ached and everything was in pain; I felt like fire and ice was trapped together inside of me, fighting to escape, fighting to rip me apart, my still beating heart fighting to keep me alive, so much fighting, so much pain. I could hear the distant sound of metal on metal clashing, that's what awoke me. I could see for a brief moment; not effected by the white hot pain that was blinding me, making my vision blurry and unstable, then I saw everyone around me. Everyone on the ground; the once pale snow now red as the blood that was falling from my own skin, once again I couldn't see, so much blood, so many dead, all my fault; I had lead them into battle, I had killed them. I could hear; hear the trickling sound of rain, hear the sound of gasping; the familiar sound; Loki's breath, Loki's pain filled yelling. Stumbling, I stood up to see upon the hill, my brother, I could hear him, I could see him; he was fighting. Covered in more blood than I was, some was his own, some was his enemies. Thanos and Loki were locked in battle, heated, bloody, the hill of which the stood upon was strewn in the dead bodies of both mine and my foes men, it seemed to me the only ones alive were me, Thanos, and my brother.
It took a few moments before I realized, realized fully what was going on. In the hands of my brother, was not his weapons; his scepter or daggers; But Mjolnir, my hammer; only to be held by those who were worthy; Loki was holding Mjolnir. It took me a few moments before I could fully understand what was happening, but then it hit me like a ton of bricks and I was standing, running, trying to fight the deadly pain that shot down my spine and filled me to my core; I had to help my brother; I had to help Loki.
I kept chanting that to myself as I ran to the hill which seemed to get further and further away with each step I took. Loki was stumbling now, bleeding heavily; dare I say more than I. I only dared to think it because the thought was so painful to me; because I was in so much pain; I couldn't even think about how much Loki must hurt; but he kept fighting.
At last my feet touched the bottom of the hill and I that's when I heard it; the fatal blow was struck and I watched as Loki threw Mjolnir, it pinned Thanos down and then Loki crawled over, trying to hold together his bleeding wounds; his neck bleed; bleed more, blood was everywhere, and then he reached into his belt and pulled out an enchanted dagger; killing our foe with his last move.
I screamed and ran, ran to my brother who was now covering the snow in red blood, I was to him in seconds and his eyes were already glazed over; he was breathing; but he would be dead within the minute.
There were already tears in my eyes; but as I watched my brothers slowly turn from his pale completion to blue, his green eyes to red, the tears that I had been holding back now ran down my cheeks, leaving paths of both blood and water on my face.
Loki looked up at me, and a small grin crossed his features as he spoke to me the last words he would ever say.
"Did I do well, brother?"