B for Brother
"I, Loki, the prince of Asgrad,.. Odinson" He declares, his voice wobbling through the syllables of his father's name, fighting through the emotional tide that swirls in his heart, squeezing them, the last of magic drumming in the tips of his fingers, his knees cursing him when he vowed his allegiance to the demon god with an ugly hand glove, his eyes holding back a tear and he refuses to spill them here, on a ground where his brother is held in pain.
No he wouldn't, he wouldn't shed a drop of tear, he would never give up, he would tear them apart, wash his specter in their blood, he would drive a stake of blue right through Thanos heart, rip it in to millions of pieces, and would throw it across the vacuum, where they are lost in the deepest of black holes. He would save his brother, he would see the sun again and they would play "get help" again and again and again until the time itself ages.
He thinks all this, but then an irrational fear creeps under his wrist as he wields the neon knife, a final act of heroism.
A failed act in that..
He falls and he could hear Thor screaming, thrashing in pain, crying, mourning, lamenting without words. Loki, when he gasps for his breath, when his lungs gives out the final air, when the calls of Odin echoes in the edge of his ear, he looks aside, to see his brother, for one last time, to bid a good bye, to witness the regal cape of red bleeding pity in the shoulders of his brother. And he knows he would give anything, just to make sure his brother is safe, just to hear the roaring thunder in his brother's palm. He would do all that and all this, but then, he can no longer do that, could he?
And maybe this would suffice, the pain in his brother's eyes, the remorse in his vision, the way his muscles stretch, fighting to be let free, so that those arms can hug him one more time, one last time and this would really suffice, to finally know that there was a person who loved him more than anything. This would be enough, to finally rest his soul, a fine eulogy before his eyes could dim in to cold blackness.
His brother loved him and would always love him, until the last of stars die in a burning fire.
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