Warning: Spoilers for Thor 2 ahead. Tread with much careful.
A/N: So. I was rather conflicted about posting this angsty bit of story (if this counts as a story- whoa drabble). I still am but it's showing its face to the world anyway.
I am very sincerely sorry. Honest. For my gratuitous use of italics.
It's just when Thor went down to the cell and Loki dropped the illusion I couldn't help but '..oh.'
Illusionist
Damn. Damn. Damn it all.
She'd been so supportive of him that he'd taken her for granted. Even with all he'd done, all he'd destroyed and ruined, her eyes had never held hatred. Instead she saw him in an attempted and warped understanding— hope and knowing that her baby was still there, had never left.
He'd thought he'd hated her for that. Everyone else hated him, why couldn't she?
She'd persisted that there was still something saveable in him (he needed saving, now did he?) so patiently, knowingly, that he'd wished the only person who came to see him in his cell to just leave him alone. And when she left, how he wished she'd come back.
You're not my mother. You're not.
Oh, how the regret of his words weighed in now.
His mad laughter echoed emptily against the walls. Nobody could see him like this, he was the god of illusions, after all. God of filthy lies.
It hurt so much, damn it all to Hel. That that had to be the last thing he ever said to her. That he had rejected the one person who had still believed in him (even if there was nothing left to believe in). That she was dead and gone and there was no way for him to take anything back.
So Loki screamed and kicked and hurt behind a magical wall that tricked the world into thinking he was fine. The things she had brought him (not Thor or Odin but her), smashed, destroyed, ripped to a million pieces because there was nothing else he could do. Could have done.
He stomped down and pain ripped through his foot. Pain ripped through his heart.
He didn't care. There was no one left to care.
His laughter reached a level that frightened even him.
I'm sorry, Mother.
I didn't mean it.
I'm sorry.
I'm so very, very sorry.