Thor knocked on Loki's door for the third time. Why was his brother not answering? The bad feeling that lead Thor to coming to Loki's room in the first place intensified the longer he stood without answer.
Swallowing thickly, he reached forward and pushed the door open slowly, stepping in to the dark room. Even with no light but that from the moon, Thor could clearly see the scene laid out before him.
"Loki!" Thor's roar of anguish echoed through the halls as he rushed to his brothers side. He took a chill hand in his, staring down at glazed over green eyes.
A clap of thunder broke the silence of Asgard, shaking the ground in its deafening intensity. Another followed as rain poured from the sky, as tears poured from Thor's eyes.
Shaking, Thor pulled the dagger from his beloved brother's chest, dropping it to the floor. He gently gathered the lifeless body into his arms, cradling it to his chest as he began his trek to their parents room.
He presented Loki's body to their parents, already awake due to the storm. Odin's single eye was downcast, his demeanor sad and defeated. He would never get to tell Loki how proud of him he really was. Frigga was in is arms, sobbing and shaking.
Loki would never know the love his family had for him.
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