A Moment of regret
The thunder was growling in the distant, the sign of blood and dirt staining on his hands. His blood, he thought. And he looked at his brothers face, while the wind began to pull on him. He looked so calm, so peaceful just like all these years before all this madness happened.
Just what had he done ?
How could he, who was always to clever and witty, have been so foolish ? As his thoughts turned he became proud of him, but a wave of unbearable pain crushed that feeling under it´s wave. His mother been killed by curse and now his brother. This was too high a price for the sake of revenge. But this was not the time for grief, he had to pull himself together at once. But as he looked up at Jane he couldn´t quite hide from her the pain he felt.
He just couldn´t seem to breathe. But there was nothing he could do, the wind was increasing, pulling strokes at him, his hands brushed over the beloved face, that had turned to coal, he ripped a bushel of hair from the side of his head und put it under his armor. As his look softened his lips whispered the words…
"Brother"
He grabbed the dark sand beneath Loki´s cold body and covered him up. He stood up and took Jane under his arm. But only a few moment after the Sandstorm had taken their sign the cold body began to move. The Coldness within him began to spread, the dark blood of Curse was beginning to vanish, eyes before blue as the ocean turned into vivid red, dark lines were forming their way all over his body before he began to cough the sand out of his lungs. The Storm was done. He felt his dark hair brushing against his face in the mild wind, he began to collect himself, everything was according to plan. Now he only had to wait. He knew they would come, and he knew what he had to do.
He knew but it still bothered him, the way Thor shad called to him, that he had stolen his hair right from his skull and called out so lovingly to his brother. But it wouldn´t stop him. He would never let anything get in his way to succeed the throne he deserved by right. Odin had stolen this right, stolen his orgins, taken the possibility of being himself. Now it was time for him to kneel before him, for him loose everything he holds dear, to pay for all the meaningless time in Asgard´s dungeons, caged in like an animal. And after raising all his hatred, he didn´t even blink as he snapped the guards neck and took his place in the ship back to Asgard.
There is one king only. There is Loki only.