Hey people! So I just watched Thor 2 and decided to make a thorki fic. If you haven't watched it yet, DO NOT READ THIS! Spoiler allert.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THIS CHARACTERS.
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Loki was far beyond hate. It didn't even begin to describe him anymore. No, hate was something weak and changeable, something smooth that stupid people relinquished upon. The people of Asgard would want something sweet as hate from him. Truth was, the blackness inside of him, the dark pointy edges of his soul didn't have a name. They were him and he was them. There was no way to detach it from him, not anymore.
As he rested in the golden throne, which once belongged to his f- NO! Odin was NOT his father. That's why he killed him. Loki remembered that one single eye staring at him as life beat it's way out of his body. He smiled at that. He never loved Odin for he could never love a thief. That's what Odin was to him.
He remembered Odin's words right before he was outcast, thrown in jail. Odin had said "Your birthright was to die." I WAS BORN TO BE A KING! Loki screamed internally, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.
He was pulled out of those murderous thoughts when he heard heavy steps coming from the long hall.
Of course it was Thor. He didn't need the sound of that rough voice or the sight of those blonde locks swinging around the thunderer's square face to know it. Only his footsteps.
Thor came closer with a mask of grief clouding his features. Loki pulled himself together. He had to look and sound like Odin for he was now using his form. If only Thor knew that. The golden son, the hero, was an orfan now, just like his brother.
- Allfather. - Thor greeted, kneeling before him like he should.
Loki was delighted by that sight. The mighty Thor kneeling before him. If only he knew, he thought again.
- My son. - Loki answered, lifting his head higher, feeling the power ran through his frozen veins.
Thor looked at him, his dark blue eyes flooded with tears.
- Father... you asked for me. - he questioned with a hoarse throat.
Loki knew he had been crying and he loved it. He melted at that sound. Everyone should be suffering like Thor was, be he knew no one actually cared. Most people were even celebrating his death. But not Thor, this fool still thinks I was a hero. He believed in me. Such a weak, misguided, naive god. Loki wanted to laugh, to guffaw, but he stopped himself, grinning internaly at Thor's unspoken pain.
- Indeed. Thor, I needed to speak with you, but it cannot take place here. Would you accompany me for a stroll?
Loki was careful enough to pronouc each word as Odin would, to motion each hand like Odin would. Everything had to be perfect until the last second. He wanted to see the shock rise in Thor's eyes, destroying him from inside out.
He rose from the throne, passing Thor, towards the great door before them. Thor followed, hands leaden by his sides.
They walked silently through the castle when Loki thought it was a better idea if he talked to Thor in his chambers. There no one would hear them, no one would come in to see what was the reason of Thor's screams.
Soon Thor was impatient.
- Father, please, take me out of my misery. Tell me what is the matter you want to discuss with me. - he pleaded.
Loki grinned wickedly but quickly composed himself before Thor could see it.
- Patience, my son. Shall we go to your chambers? - Loki asked smirking when Thor wasn't looking.
- Whatever pleases you, father.
Loki nodded pleased and they followed to Thor's bedroom, once again silent.
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[on Thor's Bedroom]
Thor walked to the window nonchalantly, a timid tear falling down his cheek. He watched the sunset upon the sharp-looking buildings of Asgard. If only he could get rid of those memories, if only he could hear something else other than Loki's voice, repeating incessantly "I'm sorry...". Loki's emerald eyes glistening so bright, his sking getting paler every second. His pain was so large he couldn't even bring himself to care for Jane. He had left her again and not even that mattered anymore.
- Very well, my son. - said Loki, walking to where Thor was, admiring the view of his subjugated land.
Thor glanced at him, sorrow dripping from his eyes.
- Yes, father? - he murmured, not even able to speak.
Loki chuckled and Thor furrowed his brow.
- Oh, come on now, don't you cry, brother. - he whispered the last word, enphasizing it with such irony and sarcasm that Thor knew only Loki could do.
At the same time Thor's eyes widened, Loki transformed into himself again, a greenish glow covering his features as his pale complexion resurfaced.
- What is this? - Thor mumbled, incoherent thoughts preventing him from seeing clearly.
He wanted so bad to believe it was really Loki, but it was so sudden and if he was really there, talking to him, alive, then...
- What? Aren't you going to slay me, brother? Oh, right... have I done it too fast for your slow brains? - Loki barked, shaking with devilish laughter.
Thor closed his mouth, making up his mind even before he knew it himself. The next thing he felt was Loki's icy body trapped against his concrete embrace.
Loki gasped horrified. What was Thor thinking? Was he out of his mind? He fought against his restraints, pushing Thor away with all of his strenght, but nothing could break that hold.
- LET ME GO, YOU FOOL! - he blurted out, rage blinding him.
- Oh, brother... you're alive... - Thor breathed, marveled at the thought.
He knew that Odin's death was implied, but he couldn't even care for that. Not right now, at least. His baby brother, his beloved brother was ALIVE!
Finally he let go of Loki, only to place a chaste kiss to his foreheads, making Loki squirm and tremble.
Loki bit his lower lips in anger, trying to get away from those burning lips. He hated the touching, he hated Thor even more for being so happy he was alive. You have to fight me, stupid! he thought, feeling his resolve dismantle and dry through the contact.
- Brother, - Thor called, holding Loki's face close to his - How did you escape?
Loki pushed him further, stepping heavily towards the bed like a spoiled child. - DO NOT CALL ME BROTHER!
Thor followed, quickly keeping up with his pace for he had longer legs. Loki hated the closeness.
- Tell me, how did you survive? - the thunderer wanted to know.
- Like I always do. - the trickster answered fiercefully. - Without any of your help.
Thor felt again the familiar pain growing in his chest. He had done nothing to help Loki survive, he was so focused on Jane that Loki was a mere side effect that day.
- I'm so sorry, brother... I really am. I failed you not once, but twice. I don't deserve your love, but even so, I love you. And I always will...
- I don't want your love! - Loki snapped, disgusted by the word.
- My love, dear brother, is the only thing I have to give.
And with that Thor took Loki's beautiful face, framing it with his large hands before he smashed their lips together.
Loki was beyond bewilderement, but strangely, all he could think of was how soft Thor's lips felt against his.
