A/N. The story doesn't have much to do with the lyrics. It changed halfway through, and this is what happened. But it was inspired by those lyrics. I do not own Thor, Loki, or Thousand Foot Krutch. Comments and criticism welcome.
And we're all see through, just like glass, and we can shatter just as fast.
Be Somebody, Thousand Foot Krutch
Thor stared at his brother. Didn't he even feel slightly sorry for what he had done? He couldn't believe it. Odin was condemning Loki to a life in prison, and his younger brother just stood there, that cold little smirk tugging at his lips. Thor didn't know what Odin said, but the guards banded around Loki, who had been stripped of most of his powers.
He followed the guards from a distance, not letting them see him. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but it wasn't the sight that greeted him. Loki sat dejectedly in the middle of the cell. His eyes were fixed on some point above Thor's head. Thor had never seen Loki look so defeated, so empty.
"Hello, brother," Loki said, sneering. The vulnerability was gone. In its place was the bitterness Thor knew. "Come to welcome me to my new home?"
Thor didn't know what to say. His head was still spinning, his thought still a muddy mess. "Don't you feel even slightly sorry, Loki?" he asked, voice husky with emotion.
Loki laughed. He sounded crazier than before. "Sorry?" he repeated. "For what? I did what I wanted, Thor." But Thor could see past the bravado. Loki was sorry, very sorry. But he was too far gone to change.
"You've hurt everyone," Thor said. "Don't you even care anymore?"
"You're so soft, Thor," Loki chided. "You can't let something like emotion stop you from getting what you want."
"Come back, Loki," Thor begged. "Come back to us. It isn't too late."
"Too late?" Loki's voice shook with anger. "You're millennia late for that, Thor. You should have done something years ago. Of course it's too late."
Fighting tears, Thor studied Loki, looking for some sign of the brother he once knew. If that man was there, the cold, demented monster in front of him had hidden him well. He couldn't see the Loki he knew growing up. He couldn't even see the Loki he had known after that ill-fated day.
"Farewell, brother," he whispered. "I still love you."
Loki didn't respond. When Thor looked at him, his eyes were shut and his jaw was clenched. "Brother?" Loki said. "I… I'm sorry." Tears shone in his green eyes, but he refused to let them fall.
"I know," Thor said. He turned at the sound of footsteps. "Good bye, Loki."
Loki smiled. Oh how gullible, he thought. He couldn't see through a window. Now I just have to convince him that I'm sorry. Once that's done, I might be able to get out of here.