I don't own these characters. Please enjoy this opening to an experimental writing.
He hated his ears the moment the words sputter from the guards mouth. He resisted the urge to strangle said guard when he repeated the announcement. Pushing past the young man, he made his way to the dungeons to see-
No.
He wasn't going to believe it until his eyes laid upon that treacherous wretch he once called brother.
Thor didn't want to believe that Loki was alive because that would mean he'd lied to Thor again. What on Asgard could he have done this time? Maim babies? Seek vengeance on Midgard again? Perhaps lay with a horse?
"It's Prince Thor-" one of the healers scrambled to remove themselves from the prince's path as he pushed his way into the cell. To his surprise, Loki was not resisting the healers hands as he'd done before. When they allowed him to see his brother while they were changing their diagnostic equipment, the crown prince took in his brother's visage: dirty, beaten down, and a very familiar hole going through the middle of his tunic. Loki looked as if he'd just risen from the battlefield and found his way back into custody without so much as an attempt to fight.
"I need to speak with him." Thor said as he placed a rough hand on the head healer's shoulder. The man nodded as he excused himself and his team from the cell. The green clad traitor gazed at Thor with stark eyes, confused and yet- unfamiliar. These were not the green orbs that gazed hatred at him over the past few years. These sober eyes were not the gems that he'd comforted on that cold and blood soaked battlefield. These eyes were not the fearful green emeralds that came to him when they were young, frightened of the storm outside their windows, pleading for a safer bed and a heavy arm around his shoulders.
"Loki." Thor announced as he stood in front of the trickster. The man only looked back at him with the curiosity of a new born kitten before looking around the cell for a 'Loki'.
"Me, sir?" The trickster asked as he pointed to himself. Thor stared awkwardly at the man in front of him before speaking.
"Yes, you. Do not play stupid with me, liar. I thought you dead- again! I won't be tricked by the likes of you-" Thor's speech was halted be a woman healer's hand on his arm. A quick whisper in his ear stopped his hammer.
Memory loss.
"Sir?" The dirty man asked as he released himself from the scrunched position on the bed. Thor lowered Mjolnir to the desk at the side of the bed and kneeled next to the prisoner.
"Tell me what you remember." Thor asked, seriousness glazing his face in a rough light.
Breif, but I hope you like the opening to this experimental writing. Standard stuff: I don't own these characters and make no money off this. Time has not been good to me, so I sincerely hope to get more time to write when house repairs are finished.