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A Brother to Love

"You cannot hold a sword like that, baby brother." Thor snapped ripping the dull practice blade from Loki's small hands. The younger prince cringed away from his older brother and bowed his head in shame. Loki feared that Thor was going to hit him like he often did. Loki took a small step away from Thor, his eyes locked on the golden floor. Loki had been sword training with his brother for a year now and had come to have the utmost respect and fear for Thor. Loki's knee high boots made the slightest shuffle as he inched away from Thor. "Are you going some where, Loki?" Thor asked coldly. Loki stopped moving and continued to gaze at the shimmering tiles.

"No, brother." Loki whispered. Loki didn't see Thor move toward him, but in one swift movement Thor's hand was like a vice on Loki's jaw. Loki let out a small gasp as tears welled in his eyes, which he quickly blinked away. Thor's massive palm crushed into Loki's face, forcing him to stare into his older brother's icy eyes. Loki wanted to avert his gaze away from the rage on his brother's face. His jaw was beginning to fiercely ache and Loki wanted to plead for release. He didn't dare do something like that though.

"Next time look at me when you speak, Bastard." Thor spat, roughly pushing Loki away from him. Loki staggered a few feet and stood waiting for Thor's next move. Thor examined Loki's practice blade. Something made Thor smirk and turn his gaze toward Loki. Thor discarded Loki's petite blade, it clattered across the floor and came to rest at Loki's feet. Loki gracefully knelt and took the sword into his hands. Loki corrected his handle on the grip, trying to make impress Thor. Loki glanced up and was disheartened to see that Thor showed no reaction. Thor took a step back and readied his sword. Loki did an exact emulation, again, trying to strike a point with Thor.

Loki blinked at his brother's unamused face and in that split second Thor sprang into an attack. Thor's practice blade swung down toward Loki's crown. If Loki had been a second slower moving, he would have been struck. Tears again welled in Loki's eyes. He didn't want to fight Thor. He never did. Loki hated the thought of hurting Thor.

Loki was small enough to dodge Thor's blows for a good while. He would duck or twirl and Thor's blade would soar past him. From a far one could have said Loki was dancing. His undying grace made the whole thing seem choreographed. Loki began to wear thin, though. His black leather boots, which had once been in contrast to the golden floor, shuffled now. His feet were slowing into a rougher more feral type of grace. His breathing was heavy and Thor's onslaught of attacks never let up.

Thor swung his blunt blade sideways toward Loki's ribs. Loki did a twirl to counter it. Loki's feet caught on one another. He staggered and he knew at that moment he wasn't going to get out of this blow. As the sword bit into Loki's side, a sickening crunch filled the hall. The power behind the blow send Loki sprawling across the floor. When Loki hit the tiles, the air was struck from his lungs. His small faces was distorted in shock and pain. He scrambled back on his elbows. He didn't make it far before Thor came at him. Loki looked for his sword and saw that it had been lost in his fall.

He tried to push him self up. He winced and let a sharp wheeze escape his mouth as he clutched his side. Thor stood over him now with his blunt blade glistening in the golden room. Loki clutched his broken side harder and painfully pulled himself into fetal position. The blade rose and struck Loki in the back. Another crunch filled the hall. The practice sword wasn't as much a blade any more as it was a club. Over and over Thor stuck Loki with the weapon. And over and over Loki thought about how much he didn't want to die. He knew he it was hard to bring a demi-god to his knees, but still, he feared for his life.

Being a demi-god, like Thor. made Loki durable. As the blade bit into the side of Loki's face, Loki realized how much force Thor had to have been putting behind that blade. He gazed up at his brother through swollen slits. Thor's muscular arms hurled the sword over and over. His face glistened with sweat and his blond locks were matted to his forehead. Thor's icy eyes were glassy and blind, as if he couldn't see what he was doing. Loki recognized this blind rage from the soldiers who told stories of enemies in battle. At that point in his young life Loki realized that he was Thor's enemy. He knew that he loved Thor, he always had. It was this second, though, that he knew Thor didn't love him back. Thor took a step away from Loki and began to yell at him.

"Get up, you broken bastard! Fight me! Retrieve your sword and prove yourself!" Thor had a dark grin on his face as he chided Loki. Loki had tried to prove himself countless times. He wanted more than anything to be a good fighter like his father and brother. He would have even been satisfied in magic, if it would have came to him. But Loki wasn't good at these things. He couldn't do anything.

Loki managed to roll onto his knees and looked at his brother. Loki's eyes were swollen near shut and all that could be seen where two emerald slits peaking between the blood and gore. Loki felt bile rise in his throat and pitched forward. An ugly amount of blood eructed from his lips onto the tile.

Thor began to laugh as Loki continued to retch. Thor began to re-approach his younger brother. Thor planted a large boot into the side of Loki's face, knocking him onto his side. Loki let out a small whimper as he toppled over. Thor stood over Loki with his blade pointed down toward his brother's thigh. The practice blades were considered blunt, but they still held a dangerous sharpness to them. Loki's eyes burned and his breathing hitched as he watched the blade raise.

At the metal sword fell a number of things happened in that second. The sword pierced Loki's leg with a sickening sound. Loki's ears made a painful pop and the whole room came into a focus. Loki's hand flew instinctively up and landed in a twisting motion. Thor was thrown backwards by an invisible force. Thor crashed into the wall across the room and landed dazed and angry. By this time, Loki was feeling the pain explode through his body. He let out a sharp cry and heard the door to the great room swing open.

Loki father, Odin, came storming with a guard.

"Seize Thor." Odin commanded the guard. The guard was a young muscular man with skin a deep brown. This man made easy work of handling Thor. Odin crossed the room quickly toward Loki.

"Father! I will teach that bastard prince to fight!" Thor called out. Odin raised his gaze from the young prince to look at Thor.

"If there be a bastard prince in my great hall, that would be you Thor." Odin said calmly. Odin turned his gaze back toward Loki, who seemed to be near comatose. Odin scooped his youngest child up and made haste in leaving Thor behind.

"Father don't punish Thor. He knows not what he is doing." Loki slurred quietly to his father. Even in his state of broken consciousness Loki thought of Thor.

"You're brother will be punished like a tyrant prince, and no less."

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