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He had been pacing for hours now.
His feet hurt. He didn't care.
His jaw hurt from clenching it so tightly for so long. He didn't care.
All Thor know, was that he wanted Jane, and he wanted her now. Although his patience had improved in the past few months, it could only withstand so much.
On top of his longing for Jane, he was quite plainly put: Bored.
Before he was thrown to Midgard, he would go out of his way to find trouble, to start a fight, or embark on a grand quest. With no way of transportation between the realms, a lengthy quest was out of the question, and finding trouble was no longer an appealing way to pass the time.
He wanted to pass the time with her, doing whatever it was she would find interesting. Jane had a unique way of making the restlessness go away, and replacing it with benign curiosity.
"What to do?" He sighed, continuing to pace around his chambers. He had started out the day with a feast; that was always a good way to pass the time. However, once his belly was full, the looming shadow of frustrated boredom once again followed him. It followed him until he decided to go hunting with Sif, but his mind was wandering and he accidentally pushed her into the river. She wasn't happy, but she understood.
The splendor of Asgard had dimmed in his eyes of late. It felt emptier than before: Quiet and dark.
Gone were the seemingly carefree days of endless parties and dances, women and jokes. His father was aging, and soon the rule of Asgard would fall to him alone. That, along with the ever-present wish for Jane was wearing him out. He loved his father dearly, and to see age slowly stealing him away from the strength and glory of previous years was hard to watch.
And Loki… his brother: If he had only known his brother suffered quietly for years under an unbearable weight, he would have done something, or said something if it only meant he truly believed he was loved by his brother and his father.
Childhood memories of wrestling in green fields, and fishing by the river strained Thor's mind as he mourned for his lost brother. Loki never said anything. He never told Thor how he felt; he never let the jealousy below the surface breach, and for that, Thor felt guilty for not seeing it himself. By the time he had, it was too late, and Loki was far too bitter and angry to understand reason.
He missed his tricks. The silly little games he would play with people, sometimes he would do it just to make Thor laugh when he was in a foul mood. And sometimes… sometimes the tricks were at Thor's own expense. He smiled lightly at the reminder of a much younger, much happier Loki; when the crown wasn't even an issue, let alone a harmless prank.
Thor never figured himself to be very good at making people laugh. He could tell a joke, certainly, but Loki had an infectious way with words, and a mastery of magic that could make even the most stone-faced, angry old man crack a smile.
"Oh brother…" he said out loud, realizing his feet had carried him to Loki's empty chambers while he thought. He gently pushed the polished wood door open; there wasn't a sound as it slid aside. The room was bright and warm, like all of the other chambers, but there was a strange stillness and silence in here that wasn't anywhere else.
"If things had not gone so badly, brother, I know you would be here to help me find Jane." He said to the empty room, closing the door behind him. "And I know you could. The bifrost was not the only way to travel between realms, you said. But what does that mean? How did you find a way to make such an impossible thing so?" His voice shook a little as he looked out on the grand kingdom before him and carried on a one-sided conversation with his dead brother. "I wish you trusted me more, Loki. I wish you knew that despite all the differences between us, you were always the one person I believed would be able to say anything to me. I suppose my behavior in the past was not an encouraging thing… I was too busy looking for beasts to slay, and glory to win." He smiled humorlessly to himself, he was such a fool to think he had all the answers, and where did that get him now? Parted indefinitely from a woman he was sure he loved, and minus a brother.
"I'm sorry brother." He said, pausing for a moment as if the completely soundless room would absolve him of the guilt he felt. When it didn't, he continued. "I loved you dearly, Loki. I wish I would shown it more when I still had the chance. Then perhaps we both wouldn't be where we are now."
A chilly breeze he couldn't feel the origin of ruffled the hem of his cape, and Thor knew that it was time to leave.
Gently, quietly, reverently, he shut the doors to Loki's never-to-be-used again chambers behind him.
A bit of a depressing chapter I know. I blame the cold drizzle that's been falling all day. And the fact I've been stuck in an office since 8:30. But come on, it sucks when someone you absolutely love in one way or another is no longer around to give you a hand or tell you a fart joke.