Entity Chapter 7: The heart, an avengers fanfic

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...And there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.

― Mark Z. Danielewski, house of leaves

Ch7 – the heart

By the fifth day, Stark knew he had just enough of it. He leaned into the intercom, pressing the button with more force than needed.

"Hey team! Yeah, stop whatever you're doing and listen, 'cause what I'm about to say is more important than any of you guys… yeah, we're going to have a little meeting today, evening, after dinner, 7pm sharp, which is in about 5 hours to be exact, got it?"

Natasha's voice interrupted Tony's rant; "I'm afraid that is impossible Stark. Barton and I have a mission that will have us come back tomorrow in the morning, and so we won't be there."

Stark gave an aggravated sigh as the captain joined into the talk, "I cannot come either Stark, Fury has asked of my assistance for this mission."

"And what would the Cyclops want from you? Beat the enemies with your heroism?"

"Actually –"

"We have to go now Stark. GOODBYE."

The intercom gave a small fuzz of sound before cutting off, leaving the billionaire quite lonely in his office. He had built the communicator especially for the avenger's tower connecting off to his phone, armor, and his own office at another building of the Stark's industries. He never really remained at the offices quite long, but when he was, it was to prepare speeches with his 'people' and to prepare before attending conferences and the papers. He sighed. He hated being cooped up in here. There was absolutely nothing to do but listen to old man talking about their wrinkled old farts and how they wanted to improve their companies by joining his. Of course they would add cheesy lines of "It would help the..." and go on for hours, leaving the young philanthropist bored out of his brains. He yawned, eyeing pepper as she came in through the massive wooden doors.

"AH~ Pepper! I'm so happy to see you! Here to pep me a kiss and hug?"

He stood to do so, but pepper shoved another bundle of paper at him, doubling the size he already had on his desk.

"This, is the papers you need to look over, sign, and remember for the conference you'll be having in about an hour."

"An hour? You give me all this to memorize in one hour? And where's my kiss?"

"Tony, it's only one page. The others are just signatures and your authorization from the military in asks of the suits."

"Ah, well, fuck them, they can't have my suits, they're me. Throw them all away!"

"Tony, you have to write to them about your answer, not just ignore them! You can't run away! Just stand up to them!"

Before he could retort, pepper leaned in, planting a deep kiss upon the forever talking man. He stopped, pressing himself on to the woman that he loved before him, letting his eyes flutter shut. The kiss stopped, pepper pushing the man away with a smile.

"I'll get it all done, don't you worry." Tony muttered

Tony grinned, watching his beloved walking off; cherishing the small back glances she warily gave. He sighed, sitting back down on to the comfortable black chair, sifting through the papers.

"Ah well, I guess I won't be going back to the tower as quickly as I hoped."

It was the same, for Loki. Day after day, he would wake up; live a life of black and white, his body weighing him down as he slouched through corridors and corridors, the static painting his vision. He would go back to bed at one point, he did not know when, and when he closed his eyes, to finally relax, to finally be at peace, his eyes would open again, and it would be morning once more. He would see nothing. He would hear nothing. He would say nothing. That was the routine, green eyes staring blankly at faces masked with angry black static. He felt as if he hadn't slept for days, couldn't tell if he was living a nightmare or the cursed reality. He couldn't tell. He didn't know. It didn't matter. The static was loud, louder than usual as he sat down in front of the great windows landscaping the city. It was sunny today, the sky blue, and blue as the ocean itself, clouds lining themselves along the golden globe. The city below was busy, people scurrying about, the buildings towering over. It was truly a magnificent sight. But Loki couldn't see that. The sun was white, like the full moon itself. The clouds that gently hovered were black angry scribbles a troubled child drew in his sleep. The sky was crimson red, smearing blood everywhere with distaste. The buildings looked to be arms, stretching, reaching out to the sun, hands pale white and torn, crying, finger tips brushing the blood red sky. Loki stared, the sight not so shocking to him. Nothing was shocking to him. He couldn't feel anything. For a brief moment he wondered why, why he felt no pain, no anger, no sadness nor confusion. It all died away, those emotions of his, as the static screamed, buzzed louder and louder in his ears, until Loki grabbed at his head on the sides, fingernails digging in.

"Shut up… shut up… be quiet…" he hissed, hoping his small prayer would be heard. It wasn't. Just as always. No matter how he hoped… nothing ever came true for him.

Loki quietly stood, hands still grappled to his temples. He stared at his feet covered in white socks, then proceeded to move away from the large windows, the sunlight chasing him away to further darkness. Loki glanced back, blinking when he realized there were colors… normal colors… golden colors. The static dimmed away as he gaped, the sunlight showing the true colors of gold of Asguard.

"Loki?"

He approached, eyes wide, tears threatening to pour out as his mother stood in the distance, standing atop of the stairs to the throne.

"Mother… Mother…" is it really you?

Frigga smiled, her eyes shining, her arms opening up for her son. Loki choked, his steps becoming faster until he was running.

"Mother… Mother!"

Loki smiled his heart singing. His mother… oh how he missed his mother… he missed her so much… Alas, to be Loki, is to have no hope, and something tripped the god before he could reach the stairs. He fell, his knees hitting the golden ground, arms out front to protect him, handcuffs clinking. He looked up to see who did it, growling at the sight.

"Sif…"

"Hello, Lackeyson."

Her words pierced through his ears, the static coming back.

"What do you think you're doing, lady Sif? You should know better than to look your nose down upon a royal."

As Loki took to stand, something, someone pushed him. He fell back to the ground and turned, his heart stopping.

"Father…"

"You're a stolen relic, locked away to be used."

Loki grabbed at his chest, his heart breaking. "Father… Father please…"

More people started to appear, crowding around him, looking down at him.

"Silver tongue turned to lead?" Volstagg bellowed.

"Oh would thou look at that, never have I the dashing Fandral seen such a pitiful sight."

"A royal?" Sif sneered, "Thou aren't nay royal. Look upon thine rags!"

Loki looked down at his clothes, the Midgardian clothes staining the golden floor to shameful white of a carpet, the metal cuffs hurting his eyes. He heard laughter as he struggled to stand, his clothes stringing him down to ignominy. He looked up at the jeering faces, their faces scrunched up in sneers. Loki's eyes waddled around the ocean of faces, searching, searching, and searching for someone to help him.

"Please… Please…"

The static was booming, curling the very lids of his ear drums, the sound spilling over, wrapping him up in a lonely cocoon. No one's coming… no one's going to save me… he looked back up as the crowd cleared, the dwarf holding a large needle.

"No… No…"

Someone! Please! Save me!

Loki whipped around at the sound of footsteps, his shoulders releasing the tension he held. He gave a sigh of relief as he watched his brother approach, the concern evident in those blue eyes, arm reaching out to protect him, just like he promised. The static became a hum. Loki smiled onwards as his brothers lips opened, knowing he would help him, rescue him, save him from his punishment. Because he promised… he promised.

"You will not make a mockery of everything Loki."

STATIC

Large arms grabbed his frail shoulder, holding him down. Loki could feel his knees buckle, Thor going down with him, the great arms never leaving him. Thor held on as Loki was brought down to his knees, eyes wide in shock, his own delicate arms slowly coming to grab at the large.

"Brother…? You… you wouldn't…"

He couldn't even hear his own voice.

Thor gave no response, but shook him, shook him wildly, hurting Loki's sides, hurting his head, hurting him.

Loki couldn't tell if Thor pushed him, or if the dwarf beside him did. All he knew was the sound of rushing air and his back hitting harshly and his head thumping against the white carpet. Loki pushed, scratching at the large arms as he tried to get away, struggling, eyes widening as the needle came closer. He looked into the hard blue and begged.

"Brother please… Please…"

"I'm not your brother. I never was."

Loki froze, his mind unable to comprehend what was going on. His eyes whipped back to the needle, the dwarf smiling, happy, happy for the god of lie's silence.

"You promised…. You promised…!"

He screamed.

Thor watched warily as Loki walked about, trailing quietly behind, doing his best not to be seen. As much as Loki chased him away, it was all his fault and he had a promise to live up to. He was Thor, god almighty of thunder, and following someone else was not what he did. But this was not just someone else. It was his own brother, and he, never mind the boredom, continued to watch over his brother, making sure nothing bad would happen. Not anymore. Not when he was around. Thor watched as Loki came to sit down in front of the large window, near the place where he was found lying. And that was only a week ago. The sunlight coated the younger in beautiful gold, bringing a healthier light upon the dead cheek bones and the dark jet hair.

Thor resisted an urge to approach the still god. Oh how he longed to sit beside his brother once more, just as they had back in the outskirts of Asguard, hunting boars, fighting Bilgesnipe, exploring caves belonging to trolls. He missed them. He missed him. Thor came to a squat, eventually sitting down, leaning against the cold wall, watching his brother gaze out into the open.

He looked so lonely…

Thor closed his eyes, looking back on the days of regret, where he bit away at his own tongue, fists curled in bitter anger. He slumped against the wall, head and golden locks in hands, shaking in shame.

"Leave my brother alone!"

Thor's eyes snapped open, his head rising, looking back at the dark figure on the ground, bathed in gold.

The laughter and sound of footsteps died away as Thor came to the younger god, kneeling down to meet the green eyes. The younger Asguardian looked away, tears stained on the porcelain white cheeks, dirt, scratches, and bruises evident on the delicate skin. Thor gently touched the crumpled shirt of the shoulder, the owner of it leaning away, not quite succeeding, seeing he was lying on the ground, arms covering his stomach.

Thor approached, Loki on the ground, staring back as if someone else stood there.

"Brother…"

The green eyes snapped back from looking at the dirt. They stared into the sky blue and cried.

"WHERE WERE YOU?!"

"I…"

"WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU?!"

"Loki please… Lady Sif asked –"

"OF COURSE! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!"

Loki winced, curling tighter into a ball, his stomach in pain from all the kicking. Thor watched warily, lunging forward to help. Loki hissed in anger as the arms enclosed around him, punching at them.

Loki looked about him, eyes scared, bewitched, searching.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! YOU WERENT HERE! YOU WEREN'T THERE AND I SCREAMED AND CRIED AND I…" the little boy sobbed into the clean red shirt, his cuts stinging as the tears flowed down.

The green eyes locked onto him.

"… You promised… you promised to protect me Thor… why…? Why…"

Thor hugged his brother, hugged him as if there was no tomorrow.

"I promise Loki… anyone that harms you will pay… I cannot make the time reverse… I am in regret Loki, know that, but I swear Loki, I make oath; I shall protect you. And if harm is to come when Thor is not present, you can count, Loki that they will pay I promise."

Loki beamed, wiping the tears.

Loki's eyes landed on him, the worried scared face loosening, smiling, happy to see him. Loki stood up, Thor reaching an arm out.

"Brother… what is the matter? Are thou fine?"

The younger's face turned stormy as the large hands grabbed onto the thin shoulders. Thor could feel the god tremble beneath his fingertips, his own eyes widening in shock as the legs buckled to fall. Thor held on in worry, coming down to a squat at the now kneeling god. Loki's arms slowly reached out, brushing the tanned flesh, cold chain digging in, giving the god goose bumps.

"Brother…? You… you wouldn't…"

"Loki? What do you mean Loki? Brother, what are you talking about?"

Thor shook the god in confusion, trying to understand. Suddenly, he felt a weight on him, something ominous, menacing, pushing him down. There was a sense of déjà vu as Thor could see Loki's eyes widen in terror, sharply closing in pain in contact of the hard ground. They shot back up, the pale hands wildly grabbing at his arms, pushing, scratching.

"Brother please… Please…"

Please don't Thor… please…

Thor closed at the memory, trying to hide it away. He looked to Loki, the green eyes darting from him to another figure that wasn't there. Thor turned, already seeing the dwarf with his needle. He wanted to shoo him away, tell him no, but it wasn't part of the script. It wasn't his call. He couldn't stop time. He couldn't go back. He looked back to see Loki wearing his Asguardian clothes from long before, staring back at him in terror.

"You promised…. You promised…!"

Brother, please! Don't do this! Please… please…

Thor gasped, tears filling up to the brim. His hear broke into a thousand pieces, the tears landing somewhere, getting soaked by the white carpet. He found himself unable to let go, his large hands tight around the slender wrists. Thor watched as the needle came closer. He still had time… he should stop it… he should….

But he couldn't.

It wasn't his call.

"I'm so sorry Loki. Forgive me."

The words came out of his mouth against his will, as if someone had ransacked through his memories and played the dreaded tape. Loki screamed. It was soon silenced by muffles. Thor blinked, his vision getting fuzzy with black and white lines. Static filled his vision and he closed his eyes, trying to shake it away. Loki continued to writhe underneath him, the brilliant emerald eyes wild, suddenly turning, rolling. Thor gasped.

What was going on? What's wrong with Loki?

He heard whispers, calling out to him. His limbs were stiff, the static getting louder, Loki moving less and less.

What's going on? What's happening?

Thor…

Thor….

Thor….!

"THOR!"

The static came to an abrupt stop as Bruce tried to push him off Loki, the mild brown eyes filled with fright and confusion.

"Banner! What are thou doing?"

"What am I doing? WHAT AM I DOING? YOU'RE KILLING LOKI!"

Thor stared, his body no longer moving. He looked down, only to see his hands, enclosed around Loki's jaw, covering his mouth and nose. Not a single sound left him, the eyes already closed, hands softly loosening around Thor's arms. Thor didn't even realize… he didn't know… He dropped his grip, letting Bruce swipe him away. He watched in mute silence as Bruce shook the god, Loki's eyes flashing open in bewilderment, gasping for air, spluttering. Thor sighed in relief, but froze stiff when Loki finally turned to him, deity hands slowly reaching out to the pale lips, brushing the invisible thick strands.

How could you?

Bruce helped the god up, looking back scornfully at the older. He pushed at the small of Loki's back, guiding him away.

"I think… right now is a good time for a bath, Loki?"

The god was silent, hands still near his lips, hovering there, afraid to touch once more. He looked back at the god sitting down, the golden locks messy, blue eyes filled with such shame and remorse. Their eyes met. It was Thor this time who turned away first, the static that filled his ear dimming little by little.

However, it did not leave.

Banner never in his life have seen such chaos. Sure the Chitauri coming to invade earth was catastrophic, but it didn't stop him in his tracks like what he just saw. Thor, the loving brother, always trying to protect Loki, eyes holding the sincerest sentiment he had ever seen other than betty… suffocating… killing his own little brother… it froze every nerve in his body. It took a few seconds to realize that what they were doing weren't mutual fun, and he ran towards them, crying out the god's name. When he came to side the gods, he could easily hear the muffled cries of the god, the green eyes darting from Thor to an unknown figure, than back again. Bruce yelled, but it seemed Thor couldn't hear him, nor could Loki. It was as if they were somewhere else, and all Bruce was looking at was their holograms, projectors, nothing but empty shells left out in display. Bruce's cries turned to yells, than to screams, pushing at the hard stoned god. He looked into Thor's eyes, and it was most peculiar. The blue irises were strange, as if he was looking at the ocean through a fuzzy screen. They were unfocused, pupils dilated… Almost insane. Bruce could see Loki's eyes suddenly flutter, white pupils showing, hands trembling for the last time.

"THOR!"

It was than the thunder god came to his sense, letting Bruce take Loki away. In the utter dreadful silence, Bruce could see a small connection between the gods, as if they were reading each other's minds. He quietly suggested a bath, for he had found that it calmed and brought security to the lost god. With that he guided him away, giving quick back glances at Thor, crumpled on the floor with shame. The image reminded him of one of his papers, scrunched up and chucked away into some dark corner, letting it be infested with shadows and lost thoughts.

Bruce let Loki sit in an empty silence as he filled the tub up, adding a few bubbles for the measure. He gestured the god to enter, and only with ever so slight reluctance, Loki stripped himself, the handcuffs time to time getting caught on the fabric, and got in, a quiet sigh escaping the closed mouth. Bruce immediately started to work away at the hair, tangling his calloused hands on the dark strands and shampoo. After a little while, he decided to ask, curiosity and worry getting the better of him.

"Loki… What happened?"

Bruce wondered, after the bath and dressing the god into new clothes, if he should have asked after all. Maybe than he wouldn't have seen such grotesque figure before him. He wondered if he regretted asking, for the bloody image, he knew would never leave him.

There had been a silence between them after he asked the question. Bruce briefly wondered if Loki would lash out at him. Than the god turned slowly to him, and when facing him, Bruce was struck with a disturbing image.

Loki's mouth was sawn shut.

There was blood everywhere, dribbling from the holes of the sawn parts, the thick material arranged in a sloppy fashion, haste maybe, but also enjoying every moment of sewing the mouth shut. The pale green eyes were filled with such anger, such dread, such sadness, such… betrayal. It was brief, the encounter, and it was gone. The image had flashed before his eyes in a manner of a flicked TV, and Loki stood behind it after it was gone, eyes hard and unforgiving, yet filled with such sorrow, mouth tightly closed together. Banner had jerked back when it flashed before his eyes, hands leaving the hair. It was after a good rest on the doctor's side, huffing and puffing from shock, that he came back to his senses. Loki stared at him, confused, and there Bruce wondered if it was actually intentional, the image, or not. Bruce shook his head, feeling a small headache.

"Come one, it's getting late."

With that they left the bathroom, turning the lights off, leaving the room dark. A figure stood there in the center of the room as Bruce closed the door. It watched as the crack of light through the door closed, slowly reaching out. The door closed, just before the white fingers could get through. It drew back, its head just touching the ceiling. It seemed amused, perhaps even questioning what just happened. It turned to the mirror, watching the lost god following Banner to the kitchen. It smiled, though it was not evident on the white face. It had a brilliant idea. It was fantastic. It was spontaneous.

iT wAs pErFeCt

Thor didn't even see the dark night looming over, the sun setting, painting the living room red. The shadows twisted under him, the night had no mercy. Time passed him quickly, his mind troubled, plagued with memories. There was noise around him, but he just couldn't register them.

Tony sighed in relief as he finally got out the elevator, immediately taking his tie off, dropping his suitcase on to an unknown ground. He yawned, stretching as he came to slump on the white couches.

"Jarvis, have that Asian shop or something bring us those… chop soy noodle crap here for dinner. And make sure it's less than 10 minutes! Last time I had to wait for more than 15!"

"Yes sir."

Tony gave a sigh, glancing at the clock hanging on a wall. 6:25pm. He groaned. He was famished. It was than he noticed the thunder god slouched in the distance, eyes fixed on the floor, his hands paralyzed to its' sides. Raising an eyebrow, Tony stood and made his way to the sitting god, crouching to look over the golden locks and into the blue eyes.

"Hey big guy! You okay? Are there not enough pop tarts in the pantry?"

For a moment, Thor gave no response, as if the billionaire was talking to a mannequin. It was at the second attempt Thor seemed to snap out of his thoughts and bolt up, shaking his head.

"Ah! Friend Stark! My apologies for the absent mindedness. What hath thou asked?"

Tony gave a relief of a laugh.

"Nothing big guy. Come one, you look like you had been sitting there for ages!"

Thor gave a ghost of a smile, slowly standing up, bones clicking, muscles tensing. He gave a small groan, rolling his shoulders, Tony watching with a wince.

"That… sounds painful."

"It is nothing trivial friend Stark. I… I must ask, what may be the time?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah its seven thirty pm about. You hungry?"

Thor bellowed a laugh and slapped his hand on the small of Tony's back.

"You have read my mind Stark! Come, we must feast!"

"Oof, ow, okay."

Bruce yawned, tiredly shaking sleep off his eyes, taking his glasses and slipping it into his pocket. He set the book he was reading aside, his eyes coming to a rest on the sleeping figure next to him, twitching time to time, mumbling obscenities, eyes darting from dream. He had been reading for hours, making sure Loki would be fine. When they had come out of the bathroom and in to Loki's chambers, Loki had frozen on the spot when he entered, eyes bewitched by something. As Bruce took a turn to leave, he felt shaky, but firm hands grasp his wrists. He had whipped around in alert, only to meet the god's shaken eyes, full of fright.

"Stay."

That was all he said, and the mouth came sawn shut once more. Bruce, reluctant, came to sit near the bed, letting the fallen prince move about, exploring the contents the room held. Time to time, he would stop, as if he heard something, head falling to the side to listen. Bruce heard nothing. After a little while, Loki would come to tire and sit at the bed, staring blankly at the dark curtain in front of him, than silently slip into bed. Bruce had gotten up, once more to leave, but just as before the prince's arm whipped out of the duvet and grabbed his arm. He didn't say anything, but Bruce knew. With a nod, he sat back down, giving a small reassuring smile as the bright green eyes slowly came to a close. Somewhere between the quite breathes of slumber and the tapping of the awake calloused fingers, Bruce stood to read some books at the book shelves in the corner of the room.

Bruce yawned, looking at the pile of books in front of him. He wondered why Tony had given Loki fables and fairy tales and folklores. Surely it wouldn't entertain a god from Asguard? As he pondered, Bruce glanced at his watch and cursed, massaging his temples. It was already seven twenty five pm, he had been reading for hours. He slowly stood up, groaning at the crack of bones and sighing. He steadily put the books away and made his way to the lamp that was on, turning it off. He opened the door, glancing back at Loki, his face lined by the only light source through the door, and slowly, he closed the door, until only utter darkness held the god to it-self.

0o0o0o0o0o0o0

Loki stepped back, the light blinding him, then realized he was staring at a window, white light pouring in. white light. Loki gave a quiet upset gasp, scrabbling away from the window, his heart pounding.

"No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No,"
he gasped, chanting loudly, until it became a whisper. He slid down the gray wall, hands tangled in his black curls.

"This isn't happening, this isn't happening, not again, please no…" Loki sobbed, curling up against the wall. He didn't want to go upstairs; he didn't want to endure through the pain again. Not again, not ever again. It's a dream, it's all a dream. Perhaps, if I just wait here, I shall wake up. With that, Loki sat against the wall, quietly wiping his tears away, looking about his surroundings and looking at his fingers. It felt as if hours had passed, doing absolutely nothing. His muscles twitched, tired and tense. He had enough of it. Finally the god stood, and marched over to find the keys. This was his dream. He can change it however he wanted. If Thor killed him in the previous, he was going to strike back. He looked through the drawers, and finally found the key, however in a different location. Glancing at the heart door, he went upstairs, getting the keys in door 1 and 2, paying no attention to Thor, although his heart did skip a beat. He grabbed the last key at the door 3 and clenched it tight in his hand, staring at the door with the head. He glanced back to see his brother behind him, headless and heartless. He stared at the gaping hole in the chest and quietly pondered. Perhaps… he could choose another path? A path without any destruction? A path… a door… with love?

He darted off, making his way swiftly down the stairs, glancing back to see if his brother was following. Sure enough, there he was, moving every time he looked off. Barely out of breathe, yet heart beating fast, he reached the door with the heart, pressing the key into the slot. Please open, please… please…

Click

Loki smiled in triumph and swung it open, aware of the darkness and the light up ahead. He cautiously walked forward, a distinctive sound of a heart beat making his stop in his tracks.

Thump

Loki walked on, until he saw the large heart, hung up on a golden string, white light shining upon it from above. It beat steadily, and Loki watched in fascination as it beat, slowly reaching out. It was warm in his hands, delicate and easily broken. He could see the color, bright red, the color of Thor's cape. He gently tugged, the string coming off in ease. It seemed to beat faster in fear, as if Loki would crush it. Loki loosened his grip on it, his own heart beating rapidly.

"Shh… It's okay… everything's going to be okay…"

Perhaps it understood, perhaps it was coincidence, but it slowed down to a much healthy beat, bobbing along in his hands. Loki smiled, turning around and making his way to the door. He saw Thor's body outside, quietly waiting and stiff. Loki willed his trembling legs to move closer. He would be lying if he said he wasn't scared. He was absolutely terrified. What if Thor tried to kill him like last time? He inched forward, extending his arm out. The body reached for the heart, grabbing it, than violently stuffing it in his chest. Loki gasped, clenching at the sound of flesh squeezing. Than the body stopped, standing straight, but not too straight. Loki could see the heart beating, calming down.

"Thor?"

The body responded, taking a step forward, arms reaching out. Loki yelped in fear, but the realization slowly sank in. Thor continued to stay that way, maybe even awkward, shifting his feet from side to side. He was asking for a hug. With attentiveness, Loki made his way forward, and embraced his headless brother. The great arms held him, and even though the body had no head, Loki could feel the big goofy smile blooming in the golden face. He let out a laugh, and he could just imagine Thor laughing with him, the big hand in cue patting his back. Finally, the two brothers let go of each other, and Loki could finally see changes. Thor's armor, though still quite ripped, shone, and the cape red as he remembered. It was a great change from all the black and gray. Thor swung his arm, indicating to go upstairs, and Loki followed gladly. They walked into the room with the exit and Thor reached out to open it.

It wouldn't.

Thor kept on shaking the handle, finally stopping in his defeat. He reached for the Mjölnir on his hip.

"It's no use Thor. It doesn't work."

To his surprise, Thor stopped, dropping his arms to his side. Finally it turned around, seeming to read the drawings on the wall. Fear stroke Loki once more as he realized what Thor was doing. He turned around to find the door, but it wasn't there. He whipped around again and saw in time Thor slowly turning around to him. Instead of grabbing his hammer, he seemed to be quite empty handed as he approached Loki. Loki staggered back, pressing himself against the wall.

"Brother please…" he whimpered. He closed his eyes and braced himself…

… Only to feel nothing. Instead, he felt something slip out of his pocket. He heard the footsteps backing away and he dared his eyes to open. Thor stood where he previously did, but he was holding something, something small and silver.

It was the blade he used to stab Thor.

Loki's eyes widened in shock as Thor slowly raised it, the great arms trembling, fists clenched tight around the small weapon.

"Thor… don't… BROTHER DON'T!"

The blade swung down, stabbing Thor in the stomach. It swung again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again.

Loki could only watch in shock as the blood spluttered out, the sound of knife cutting flash loud in his ears. He watched in wide mouth and in choked gasps as Thor slowly came to a stop, falling to his knees, arms weakly rising again in an attempt to stab himself. Loki rushed forward and grabbed the weak arms, grabbing the blade slicked with blood away, the silver clattering on the cold gray floor.

"Brother… brother…"

It came out as a silent prayer, and his tears came out silently as Thor's body trembled, falling into Loki's arms. The bloody arm weakly pointed at the door, then reached up to Loki's face, swiping the tears on the cheek, before falling down. Loki watched in silence, eyes wide, mouth gaping like a fish out of water, tears falling into the deep red. He choked, the smell of iron filling his nostrils. He staggered up, falling onto the door heavily. He fumbled at the handle, the slippery blood making it hard. He finally grasped it and turned, the light enveloping him. He staggered forward, mind not quite processing. The tears continued to fall, mixing with the blood stained skin and cloth. He glanced back, his body coming to a stop.

Thor's dead

My brother is dead

Dead

Gone

FOREVER

it seems loki is having another of his nightmares :(

im afraid guys i wont be updating until november the 27th. im so sorry! thats the day my exams finish! until than, please, be patient

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