The streets were empty. Not a single sound cracked the emptiness of the streets bar the dull footsteps beneath him. The world was lost, stolen. Taken in the grip of his hands and crushed. A world that was made to be ruled. But what is there left to rule? What use is a world, broken and empty, to one who was born to rule? The streets are empty, the world is lost, and he walks alone. He does not belong here. He does not belong anywhere. Around him, the world is quiet. Not one single gasp of breath is heard. There is, after all, no-one left to breathe. His lips crack as he surveys all that he has made. But the smile does not last. It slips, and falters, shattering like so much glass. Was this what he really wanted, the world bent on buckled knees? There was no-one to stop him, to hold him back, any longer. The Earth's heroes were gone from this world. But what purpose did he hold in a world that could no longer be ruled? A world once so full of life, crushed in an instant, and he, the architect of their demise, finally victorious. But the silence is soon broken, broken by one single word.
"Brother."
The voice is quiet, as if heard through plate glass. But Loki hears it.
"Look what you have done, brother."
He turns from the voice, from the shadow that looms behind him. He cannot bear to face it, cannot bear to see the shame written upon his brother's face. Once again he is a child, caught in the act of another of his mischievous schemes.
"Please, brother..." The voice is desperate now, almost begging.
"Don't."
The word is uttered forcefully, almost violently, and he feels the shadow behind him recoil in surprise. The absolute venom fills the space between them.
The voice is shaken. "Are you that far gone, brother? Are you that far gone that you can no longer see the very deeds you have committed? This... thisis madness, Loki."
Loki turns, rounding on his brother, a snarl written across his face.
"You think you know-"
He pauses, words dying on his tongue. He stares at his brother, eyebrows knit in confusion.
"I..." he falters, "I don't understand."
"You do not remember, do you, brother? You truly do not remember what you have done..."
Loki's hand reaches forward, grasping for his brother, eyes wild.
"No, brother... brother, please..."
But his hands meet only air.
Thor turns to meet his brother's gaze, tears gathering.
"You killed us, brother. You killed them all. All the world is yours, now. I hope you find it to your liking."
And the voice died on the air.