He entered the prison cell and stopped just a few steps beyond the threshold. The door closed behind his back with a hiss. Silence surrounded them.
They stood there, looking at each other, for a long time.
"I was wondering when you would come" Loki finally said. He was looking at him with his head tilted, his lids narrowed.
Without sayin a word, his half-brother reached for him, grabbed his shoulders and knocked him against the wall, with the violent outburst of a feeling he couldn't regognize. Loki didn't make any resistance.
"You make me sick..." Thor whispered on his closed lips, "because I love you too much".
Those lips opened with a smile. "I love all the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me" Thor continued.
Now he couldn't avoid his voice quivering dangerously, at least as much as the floor was unsteady under his feet. Anger made him shake. He held with despair to his half-brother's hair and roughly pulled them back forcing him to raise his chin. He wanted to hurt him, he wanted him to curse, to rebel, to somehow show that he felt pain. That he felt something. Loki remaind helpless, instead, seconding him, his arms abandoned along his body. He kept on smiling. Thor rested his forehead on Loki's bare neck. "You make me want to die. I'd destroy the whole universe for you."
He heard him laugh quietly. He drew back to look at his face, to receive that laughter right in his face.
"You're just so pretty when you're in pain" Loki said.
Thor blinked his eyes, unable to answer in any way. The meaning of anything he could've said dissolved into the lifeless coldness of those eyes that stared at him and didn't feared to nor felt ashamed.
He turned and got out, keeping on telling himself it couldn't be too hard, while the floor was missing under his feet.
Yeah, pretty much Muse's Space Dementia translated into a fic. Also, Loki's last phrase is more or less from Evanescence's Last song I'm wasting on you.