A/N: This was inspired partially by a conversation between myself and I'vebeenLOKI'Dyetagain. We were discussing the possible double meanings behind what Loki says. This in turn made me think about Thor's struggle with what's happened to his brother's mind. Then today while watching Avengers, the look on Thor's face before Loki stabs him just about ripped my heart out. THE FEELS!...And this is what came of it. Enjoy. Reviews don't hurt.
"Look at this!" Thor shouted. Loki paused glancing around at the destruction. The chaos that he loved so dearly now. "Look around you! You think this madness will end with your rule?" Thor held his brother tighter, forcing him to look into his eyes. Loki tried to flinch away, but he wouldn't let him. Please, brother, you can't really be this far gone. Please tell me you haven't forgotten everything. Surely the shadow couldn't have covered you completely?
"It's too late." Loki gasped, catching his breath. "It's too late to stop it." He sounded sincere. Thor shook his head, releasing Loki from his grip.
"No, we can. Together." For a moment, Thor thought that Loki might surrender. He smiled, hopeful. Loki's face was unreadable for a moment. He looked like he desperately wanted to agree. The look in his eyes was reminiscent of a frightened child. Thor just wanted pull him into a hug, and tell him it would be all right.
Then the tired, scared look was replaced by a terrible grin that made mockery of the Loki that used to be.
He struck out with the tiny dagger, causing Thor to cry out in shock. Loki twisted the blade through the armor. Thor doubled over.
"Sentiment…" Loki sneered. Thor grimaced, clutching his side. It wasn't so much the wound itself, but the malice behind it.
Loki wanted him dead.
Loki had tried to kill him.
Maybe he was too far gone to be saved.
No, he's never beyond hope. Never beyond saving. He can't be! Thor pulled himself up and launched himself at the man he'd called brother. The man he'd always call brother. He felt sick when he realized that no matter how much mercy he showed Loki, he would never get the same treatment in return. There was no other action to take. He picked Loki up and body-slammed him into the concrete deck, shattering the glass railings. Loki rolled away and off the edge before Thor could get a hold of him again. Thor watched him fly off on the hovercraft chariot. He winced as he wrenched the little splinter of metal from his side. He threw it aside disgustedly. The wound was a mere pinprick, but his pain went deeper than that. He felt hopeless, every nerve protesting against the use of force against his brother. It would only reinforce the perception that everyone hated him. Reluctantly, he picked up Mjolnir and swung it around in preparation of taking off.
Loki, I will find a way to bring you back.
If you ever believed that I could hate you, you don't know me at all.
Brother.