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These Ties Which Will Not Break
"Thor…"
Whirling snow, blinding whiteness.
"Thor!" the shout was lost in the wind.
Why couldn't Loki find him? There was no pulse, no pull, always reassurance of his brother's presence.
He did not see the gold against the white until he fell, and discovered Thor half buried in the snow, so still, so cold, no breath leaving his lungs…
Gasping, Loki's eyes flew open and he bolted upright in his chair. It took a moment for his breath to even out, his heart to stop hammering. Gradually the trickster's gaze narrowed.
That misadventure he had forgotten. It was from so long ago, another lifetime, before everything. When it had still been common for Loki's hand to be held in Thor's strong grasp; for the princes to be nearly inseparable; for them to look upon each other with fondness, friends and brothers.
And just as during that time… Loki squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating. Yes, there was the same hollowness, silence, nothing.
Exhaling loudly, the dark-haired god stood up. He ought to be glad. For had he not vowed to see Thor at his mercy and broken? Now it was so: Thor, somehow, had fallen.
And yet…
Scowling darkly, Loki left Odin's chambers. Nay, never again would he consider the two of them brothers. But Thor was Loki's. His to hurt, defeat, or protect as he chose. Whoever had killed Thor would have to answer to him.
THE END