Adopted.
The word ran through Loki's head over and over again and an unsettling cloud of gloom hovered over the silent trickster whose eyes were still widened in utter shock.
The throne room had long since emptied. Odin had been too full of regret at not having told his adopted, but still very much loved son that he was not his by blood. Frigga had to be escorted out by her husband, crying at not being able to reach the sorcerer. Her cries had stopped echoing in the halls, shut off by the large doors of the throne room, leaving Loki sitting on the ground, collapsed with Thor kneeling next to him.
Pain had begun to spread throughout the thunderer's muscles, but he refused to move.
When Loki let out a choked sob, Thor reacted, reaching out and holding his hand, all the words and assurances he had been wanting to scream ever since Loki collapsed stuck in his throat. He couldn't help Loki in this- there were no words that could comfort someone in a situation like this. There was nothing; absolutely nothing he could do. Even in sitting there, trying his best to support Loki, he was failing. And it was frustrating that he couldn't prevail in this challenge like he did all others.
So he did his best and pulled his brother- blood-related or not, close, and held him tight. Loki let out another noise, no words coming from his mouth. Thor still couldn't speak and pulled away to see Loki's viridian eyes welling with small, glistening tears.
The thunderer couldn't help himself as he put their foreheads together, tears ready to fall as well.
And when Loki started to cry, so did Thor.
A/N: I got this from a prompt on tumblr and just *so many feels* I know y'all are getting sick of drabble, but the last chapter of TMWU and the prologue + firstchapter! of the Pale Blossoms sequel will be posted this week~
Hohohohoooo~ Hope everyone's Sunday went as fabulously as mine did!
Love,
yakisoba~