A/N: Hi. This is my first fanfiction, and I hope you enjoy readind it xD English is not my native language so, I'm sorry for the mistakes. Lemme know whad do you think about it, right?

Gods don't die

And while Loki was falling, he saw. He saw everything, every damn thing he didin't see before. But now, now was too late for it. Because his brother - his lover - was falling down, and he knew it was his fault. Because he choosed the mortal than his brother, because he didin't help Loki, because he didn't see what was happen with his little brother before. All. His. Fault. And no matter how many times his father says that it wasn't, he knew it was. Because what he saw in Loki's eyes before his brother dropped his hand, will always be in his mind. Always. He saw pain, a giant pain. And he couldn't help his brother with it. Loki loved him in a diferent way, and Thor just realized it when his brother was falling down that he loved him too. All their touches, the hugs, and the kisses now were making sense. The way Loki blushed when Thor passed his arm over his shoulders, the way he reacted when Thor hugged him and leaned his head on Loki's head, because he was missing his brother too much. But now, all of these moments were just pain, the worst pain that he already had experienced. Thor wasn't Thor anymore. No more smiles, no more jokes, no more Thor and Loki, the God brothers. No more God of Mischief and God of Thunder. Just an empty Thor.