This is a fan made story, and I do not claim any of the characters. I am only here to enjoy writing and to give fans a little "fan-service". I do not get paid for this whatsoever. Alright, i'll see you at the end of the road.
Thor quietly peered into his brother's atmospheric green optics searching for any sign that the con-artist was fearful for his own life but to his appalling reality, Loki had no means of showing any of his fragile emotions. Instead, the hammer wielding god decided it would be best to bore his eyesight into what the prankster looked like before his final goodbyes. His pale skin barely noticeable due to all of the leather and metal armor hiding most of his vulnerability. The only way to know of such pasty skin, was through his face. The ghastliness too much for some to even stare at in the sun but Thor enjoyed his brother's skin the most in the rays of the big, yellow sphere. The trickster's eyes rounded perfectly when the smaller god decided to show his signature, evil smile off to the world. Unusually, what caught Thor's attention most was the fact that Loki had a noticeably large forehead which took up most of the space on his head before reaching his greasy black hair which Thor knew for a fact had not been properly cleansed in days.
Curiosity caught the best of the soon to be king, and he shifted off of the crumbling rock he was resting upon only to bring himself forward closing in on the confused Loki.
"Are we preparing to depart," The mischief-maker made no move and just eyed Thor with a straight-laced frown.
Stiffening slightly, Thor realized what he was nearly going to do. Quickly and roughly, he captured mjolnir in his fearless grasp slinging it forward causing the sitting male to flinch believing that he was about to be pounded by it only to realize that the hammer clashed with the chains around his wrists slinging him onto his feet into the muscular man's arms.
"We are migrating," He grunted in impact with Loki's puny body.
Heat soon overflowed him when the tiny man's body remained so close. The trickster dared not to struggle against the mighty grasp of his brother. Not that he'd oppose Thor at this moment anyhow.
"You are very merciless today," Loki was hoisted an arm length away from the deity knowing he was still helpless while Thor still had a rope attached to the annoying bonds.
"You are lucky to have privileges to speak with the restraints off your mouth," Thor rendered Loki defenseless.
With the demigod's words, Loki pressed his lips close together hoping that he had not earned a trip back to the constraints on his form of expressing himself. To his surprise, he peered over noticing that Thor had some sort of goofy smile upon his face.
"What might you be staring at," Loki sneered having to avert his eyes towards the burning sky.
"Brother, you are so becoming," Thor used his charming character concurrent to Loki's bashful appearance.
"Obviously, I dare not refuse your commands, or I might just have myself a zipper upon my lips," The elfin god's image back to its natural state caused Thor to clear his throat.
"You have gained knowledge of Midgard language," Thor was reminded of Jane Foster.
"I couldn't be an evil, malicious ruler the whole time on Midgard dear, brother," Loki nearly hissed the words but held back from his desires.
Blindly, Loki stepped on top of a dying herb growing in the middle of a desolate wasteland, "Ah, how aggravating."
He paused in his tracks almost being dragged along with the restless man. Thor turned to convey his disapproval but his breath caught in his throat. Loki bent over silently placing the crushed blossom in his palm feeling the pain it had felt throughout its developing stages.
"Life is too short for you to feel such misery," And as if on some sort of drug, the flower began to subtract from its mournful state into flourishing colors of yellow and white, "There, these colors suit you much better."
"Brother," The elder said affectionately marching forward touching the oily, coal hair sliding down onto his knees in defeat, "Must I take your existence. Can we not move from the past and change your future. You are not bad, brother."
Finally, Thor moved in pecking the forehead of his brother bringing them together in a heart felt hug. Both hearts beat soundly and both were able to hear them clearly.
"There is no point to your worries. I am but an evil continuation of a heartless being," Loki touched his own center, "It beats but there is nothing left within. I cannot feel the happiness I once had, the satisfaction of having faithful friends, the heartache of losing, the yearning I once felt for many. I am but breathing."
"You can feel," Thor placed the sallow hand on his own thumping life, "Odin cannot take you away from me, I will not steal your very individuality."
"We have had this same conversation many times on our journey to my ending, but I have yet to see you find a solution to my problems...our problems," Loki stood only to be dragged back down by the irritating string.
"I just have not found the explanation to you-" Thor was stopped by the trickster's vicious words.
"I do hate you," Loki blinked and then narrowed his eyes, "You should just strip me of my presence."
"Do not speak of such things to me! You do know that is what Odin lectured me to accomplish," Thor had to pause avoiding the royal eyes, "Your death would very much please many."
"Including you," Loki mumbled,
"It will not satisfy me," Thor stood bringing Loki with him.
"It would satisfy me if I could take your life from you and crush it far from belief," Loki spat infuriated by his foster-brother's kindness to him even to this day.
The Asgardian stepped away releasing the bind holding them connected, "Then please do show me how to properly end ones life, brother."
Loki was now at a frozen state of mind and body. He did not expect such a careless act from one he had known for so long. He just wanted to perceive what was going on inside the soon to be king's mind at times such as this. To know why he acted in the moment as he did, swoon thousands of others and still act so foolish in the process. If he, the one who was the underling of his foster brother, had pursued to be so irrational and make such decisions, people would not be of the same case as if he were Thor.
The shorter stepped forward weak from travel and lack of dignity in his self, "It is easy to murder one. Especially one that I hate."
Thor stood his ground awaiting for what was to come. Loki had raised his hand to that of his companions chest building up power to release into that of the heart. Soon, he had enough power built that his release was soon to penetrate the heart of his enemy and yet when he unexpectedly peered up, he saw the pureness of the shallow gray which was presented before him. Those eyes stared ruthlessly next to him anticipating death so vigilant and so mighty. How could he mercilessly murder someone who had a place in his heart. Who still has a place in his heart.
Loki ceased all ill-intent lowering his hand down to his side glancing towards the dust bowl at his feet, "I can't," He mumbled.
Mjolnir arose and flew to its master fitting tightly in the wielder's hand. The hammer flowed effortlessly along with the commander rising high above both of the bodies. Loki winced when the weapon came down, but then swerved sideways. A strong arm swooped around pulling him into a hug.
"And I cannot take yours either," Thor whispered into Loki's ear with a raspy voice.
"Do not..," The jotun cautiously lifted a hand brushing against his foster-brother's golden locks gently, "For I am still here and so are you."
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