A/N: I don't own Thor or any of it's characters. This story was heavily based on the comic strip created by Marty-MC, I'm just putting it into words. I hope you enjoy :)
Warnings: Contains major angst and major spoilers for Thor: The Dark World
Loki had always been colder than most, his skin chilled to the touch, but now it seemed like his little brother was made of ice. His mouth, which had always been able to weave the sweetest of lies and most delicious of truths, was slack, crimson life dripping from his lips. Thor gently wiped away the trail, watching as it smudged the pale, perfect skin. A crystalline tear dripped onto his brother's cheek, then another. Thor squeezed his eyes shut and held Loki closer, wishing he had the chance to hold the younger like this before….before he was gone, going where Thor could not follow.
"Thor," Jane whispered from behind him, and he could hear the sorrow in her voice, "Thor, I'm so sorry, but we need to go." Thor buried his face into his brother's soft, raven locks, tightening his hold.
"I can't leave him here," Thor choked back, "My little brother...I can't leave him alone, he will be afraid." A memory, so far back and yet so warm, tugged at his mind.
"Loki, don't cry, It was just a bad dream. You can take my blanket, it will protect you when you're afraid and I can't be here with you. Nothing will hurt you little brother, I promise." He remembered wrapping the crimson blanket around his little brother's shoulders and holding Loki until he had fallen back asleep.
"I promised," Thor whispered, reaching up to straps that attached his cloak to his armor, and removing the scarlet fabric. He wrapped the cloak around Loki, thinking about how similar it was to that little blanket he had given Loki after that nightmare. Thor ran shaking hands through his brother's raven locks, remembering how when he had done similar in their childhood, Loki had snapped at him for mussing his hair. Thor smiled, a sorrow filled, pained smile, and more tears rained to the ground. "I've failed you brother. I promised to keep you safe, and yet here we are." Loki remained unresponsive in his arms, head lolled back and toxic-green eyes forever closed. Gently, Thor lowered his brother to the rough ground, pressed a kiss to the pale forehead, and stood.
Jane approached him, slowly and warily. She placed a gentle hand on his arm and squeezed, showing him that she was there for him. Thor ran a hand over his face, and turned away from the scene.
"I will return for you, brother," he promised, leading Jane away from the still body.
Loki's eyes flickered open and his brow furrowed in slight confusion. He had used a spell to force himself unconscious, so he could not accidentally give away his scheme with a twitch of the eyelid or the movement of his breathing. He was surprisingly warm, and as he sat up, his eyebrows rose. Thor's cape was draped over him, like some kind of blanket. A memory from long ago he thought he had suppressed sprung to the fore-front of his mind, and Loki smiled.
"You sentimental fool," the trickster whispered, bringing up the the fabric and inhaling the scent ingrained into the threads. Whether he was talking to himself or Thor, Loki did not know.
A/N: Reviews are always appreciated and smothered with love! I hope to see you all in the next story!