(A/N) Yep. I'm back and planning to actually finish this story. I actually wrote it out at work while I was supposed to be watching the machinary. lol. Anyway, I've been reading over my old fics and realized how muched they sucked, but couldn't bring myself to deleting them because of all the nice reviewers I've had over the years. So to fix that, I've decided to work on detailing my fics a bit more. Please escuse my lack of British/Nordic dialougue. I tried. P.S~ I do not own any of the characters, Marvel does. I just own this specific story and make no money out of it.
"LOKI!"
Thor bellowed as he held his brothers spear over the crumbling remains of the bifrost.
This spear was luckily the only thing separating the two men. Without out it, Thor feared that he wouldn't be able to pull his brother from the cold darkness that threatened to swallow him.
"Brother, hold tight! I will pull you to safety!" The thunderer yelled out as he made an attempt to pull Loki up towards him.
"I am NOT your brother, you pathetic worm!"The trickster god snared with venom as he tried to avoid Thor's hands from clasping onto him. "You have no idea of what I truly am!"
The Asgardian man groaned in protest from his multiple wounds as he tried feebly to get a grasp on his squirming brother. A panic was arising inside of Thor. Their fight has been seemingly endless and he was now starting to pay the price.
"Silence!" He ordered his little brother. "I only mean to help you!"
For a split moment, Loki stilled at those words. That is, until a dark and vicious sneer replaced the placid expression. Thor would have been taken aback by such ferocity by this look in a normal setting, but there was only one thing on his mind. The thunderer was only mere centimeters from touching the thick leather of his younger brother's sleeve when Loki brought the elder man to a literal standstill.
"Help?" Loki asked as if it were a foul word while evading yet another grab at him. "I'll help you alright, brother!"
In that mere moment, Thor's nightmares came to light. Loki didn't slip from his grasp, he just let go of the spear that was holding above the remains of the bifrost. Slowly, almost like a bad dream, Thor watched his younger brother plummet into the blackness and swirl of the realms below him. This couldn't be real, this couldn't be happening! Thor couldn't face this. He was losing Jane to become King, he was losing his father to the sleep of ages, and he was losing his brother.
In that moment, Thor felt a small part of him cease to exist.
(A/N) Short. I know. -_-*