Author's Note:Post-Avengers, mostly NOT Earth 616. Intended Thor / Loki, other pairings possible. Future warnings: gore, character death, dub-con. Written in drabble format til I get to work.
This Part's Warnings: None save Purple Prose and grammar mistakes.
From the Ashes: Teaser
The acrid taste of smoke and gore in his mouth grows intolerable, and he surges upwards, coughing, wheezing, falling down again, scraping his fingers on the rubble. Dry heaving as the bile rises in his throat.
The static electricity in the air makes his skin itch and prickle and as he looks up he can't help but feel the wrongness of everything with the very core of his being, a sharp knife of fear twisting in his guts with strange exultation. The city it burns. And here he stands in a pool of blood, so much blood, and his hands are covered with it. His face stings with drying crimson.
The city burns all around and the coppery tang of storm grows stronger and stronger yet, culminating in a pillar of lightning just before him. He has no time to flinch as Thor, his cape torn and in tatters, hair reddened with battle, Mjollnir in hand, looks up at him.
"Brother," Thunderer's eyes are brimming with emotions, his face unguarded, and Loki realizes it is something akin to hate or almost hate, the passion makes him step back with a pained gasp. He tries to reach for his magics and yet, there are none that he can use now.
Thor closes the gap and binds his arm in none too gentle grip.
"Brother," he snarls and Loki is frozen in place as if he were a deer surrounded by wolves, his thoughts frantically dancing everywhere around in panic like hooves on snow.
"Brother," Loki whimpers in response, all silver words stripped from him in this very moment, left bare and trembling.
And then he is knocked back, thrown to the ground carelessly as arrows fly a hair's breadth from his face. Too much. Too confusing. Too lost. Everything hurts.
"Get away from him!" He faintly recognizes the voice and looks up to see a streak of red and gold in the air headed for them, but to his astonishment it is Thor that braces up and hurls himself to meet the enemy. And they clash with a rolling sound of thunder slowly washing over everything.
"Got you," Loki looks up at Captain's face and beyond it the heavens are flush with red and fire and metal and things born from horrors existing past the boundaries of reality. He feels relief as darkness of unconsciousness claims him.