A Hirako Fieldwar fanfiction

"In this place it seems like such a shame

Though it all looks different now

I know it's still the same

Everywhere I look you're all I see

Just a fading fucking reminder of who I used to be

Come on, tell me!"

NEUTRALIZE

A Thorki fanfiction

"They are taking me now. And you follow them. You've always preferred to follow the other lights than my Darkness. Don't you, brother? Are you afraid of losing yourself, of your own drowning maybe. It is not in your nature. Doubts and fear, you let it all to your humans. You love them so much, that much. More than once, I've seen your arms bend under the wrath of humanity, when yours were not enough to bring peace. Will you turn your back for me? Will you even look at me? You came to our father on your knees. What would you do without him? I just can't bear those handcuffs. They are destroying me as they hurting me. That muzzle is holding my face... My jaw. I cannot smile anymore. Somewhere, deep, down in the depths of your overflowing heart...I know you may like it."

" You can still do it. Then stop walking. Show me your shoulders and show me your face, God of Thunder. Dare to ask me to enter inside the cell, when the time will come. We all know that you want to stay with me. I'm so rotten here in my illusions. And this cradle of yours ... "

" You are not even King."

The bright Asgardian weapons of the guards were threatening, sharpen blades. Light ripped the infinite night in the dungeons of the city. Each step echoed, slamming like a blade that tears the ground wave. The prisoner's hands were tied, finely blocked to his delicate neck. The paleness of his face was exquisite but his features were distorted by weariness. The color of his iris was gone, once so blue and green, so changing like a disenchanted moon.

Times were changing too.

And the King was running away from his throne before having a crown on his head.

There was a loud sound: the guardians stopped. Suddenly, we turned to the unchained man. It must be a monster, a dangerous madman. In reality, he was a God. A mad and dangerous God.

- Let him come inside. Treat him just like the way he is : the son of Odin.

His unique voice had reached him, into his ears. It was the man right under his eyes. His protruding musculature was covered by his golden hair. No hesitation. The moment had finally come: he turned towards him.

- Remove him this awful thing.

He reached his arm. Guards obeyed, because he was nothing but the heir of the throne ...

Just like that prisoner. They took the muzzle off. The thin lips of the strange captive were not dried yet. They were still glorious.

- Loki.

He raised his head. He was noble, despite the ties that held him, which prevented him from being himself. His malice was like a winter breeze. His dear brother was blown.

- Come in, I'm begging you. I do not want to throw you there.

- It seems like you're worried about me.

Loki was not smiling. He looked down.

- But I can recognize the truth and the lies for having mastered the lies all my life.

The guards did not move, they were frozen. Asgardien statues.

- So do not lie to me.

His voice crashed him.

There was a long silence. And nothing happened. Loki looked at him straight in the eyes. He stepped forward, his big black boots clattered the perfect marble floor. He passed next to his brother.

Thor couldn't say anything, his parted mouth was ready to respond. But what could he say?

"I do not want to leave you here. I can not trust you anymore, I will never trust you again : it is over. You're a living treason. I fear you, and you're my only fear. Somehow, I know you're satisfied. But what is satisfaction to you? Gold and the throne of Asgard? Being my equal ... Nothing is enough for you. you're greedy. Your greed will eventually devour me if I let you free. Penetrate these impassable doors. They are your grave. May you go out of here, one day. A whole new Loki. The one I couldn't help holding hands in mine, in my childhood. The one I cherished more than adventure. More than myself."

" Was it possible?"

Loki was now prisoner among the prisoners. A God in the dungeons.

- Leave me alone with him, Thor said softly.

They didn't move. Did they actually hear him?

- I SAID LEAVE ME.

Just like a lightning bolt near them they melted away with their long defensive weapons. Thor turned to them, watching them with the same cold and blue eyes. There was no joy, only sorrow he tried to hide. It was useless. The window was reformed on Loki. He was some kind of caged panther. This time, the man smiled.

- Why are you smiling? Are you happy, being here?

- Stupid question, stupid answer.

He clasped his hands behind his back.

- I've never been this happy, brother.

Loki was motionless, slipping a finger under his chin.

- I'm wondering if I will stop that one day, considering you as my brother, since you're nothing more than a stranger.

- Do not say that. We grew up together. Our blood is the same, our mother, our father ...

- Your father, cut Loki turning his back.

- He trusted you. He should not have. You feel misunderstood, right? But it is you, the one who didn't understand.

- Go away. Let me some time, eternity to think about what I could do, if I was still free. What I could do with you.

He came very close to the glass. He gently raised his hands, as if to grasp Thor's fingers.

- For all the harm you've done to me, you leave me here.

- I do not want to leave you here.

Loki stared, unblinking. Without breathing.

- Then release me now.

He sat up slowly.

- We could give us this pleasure. Like before. If you release me ... We would return to where we left off. We would take what is unfinished. I can imagine it ... Night takes on a new meaning for you. You loved doing it at night. You loved to take care of me. You spent all your time there next to me. However about the little cries, or alerts, the Kingdom or throne. All that mattered to you ... Was me.

Loki closed his eyes.

- My body... And my soul. It was all yours.

Thor dared to look his face. It reminded him so many memories. His eyelids ... They trembled. Like when he used to take him, as if it were the last time.

- But you'll not, Loki ended, As ... Your father did not ask. And he will never.

This sadness in his voice shook Thor. He did not know if he would stay here, continue to talk to him. He noticed things were getting worse. A storm was in that cell. He wanted to enter, to reassure him. Like every time he saw this man. He thought of his fingers between his hair and the sheer bones of his brother. Hot drops once ran against his frail and strong body. It was whiter and delicious.

An eternal snow...

- I'll pray every day, I promise. And I will ask you once. If you want to get out of here, I beg you, do not try to escape. Otherwise ...

- You will kill me?

Thor nodded positively while Loki seemed amused.

- I would die to see it. But the day I'll get bored, there is a chance that I'll try. In the meantime ...

- You can not use your powers here.

Loki's eyes shone with disappointment.

- It was obvious.

He looked inside the room. It was small, clear. There were a few chairs and a small table. We had made some effort for him, and for the King he was. Poor demonstrations. He was reluctant to let his hatred explode yet, but he refused to give this pleasure to his brother who was still looking at him. He slowly sat, cross-legged.

Loki gently licked his lips before taking a deep breath.

- I would have loved some company.

- You should have thought about it earlier.

- You did found some company when father banished you.

He raised his eyebrows.

- I'll go mad here.

- Mother told me she would come here to see you.

- I do not care.

- Of course you want to see her.

Loki stroked a vase on the small table. It contained some liquid and an exquisite flower was here. His head full of petals seemed to cry.

- I...Do want to see you anymore.

- Loki.

In a fast moment, Loki seized the vase. The glass shattered into a thousand pieces against the fence and Thor had walked back, surprised.

" And i'm starting to scare myself

You make this all go away

You make this all go way

I just want something

I just want something I can never have."

Loki seemed so quiet. It was scary. His violent act had vanished, as if nothing had ever happened. He stared at his brother, his eye was burning.

- Go away.

Thor stood there for several seconds. He turned his back, finally, while Loki looked at him, going away.

"You'll turn for me, of course."

"You've always returned to me."

But Thor continued to walk. He was walking like stuck a dream, just like all the illusions of Loki.

He could not see him anymore. He was gone.

The man fell on his knees. There was no sound, no colors, no life. He was blind and mute. Ruins...

"Come back."

"Do not come back."

Then, something happened.

The pathetic Loki crackled and his face was covered with green lights. Slowly, his arms melted away like smoke. Beyond the window, there was a guard. Beyond his mask, those two incredible eyes were twinkled. It was him, the One.

Loki, God of Mischief. Burdened with great purposes.

Loki looked inside the cell. It was empty now. They would notice he left...

"Too bad for you, my dear brother. But I am free and I would not have to think about all those terrible things... I do not know where to start ... Give me an idea. What would you do without me? Taking care of Midgard and your little land? You're from another sphere. Join mine. We will fight until the end of the world."

He moved his fingers. A clone had been materialized inside the room while he passed. The clone smiled mischievously as he walked the long corridors of the dungeons of Asgard.

" His eyes

He's on the dark side

Neutralize

Every man in sight."