Saturday free-for-all

[tigriswolf]

Today's Saturday, so that means free-for-all.

Y'all know the rules, dudes. Have fun!

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Filled: Never

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

The first time Loki barely set foot on Earth. The real fights took place on Asgard. Earth had been the place Thor was banished to, a pitiable place full of pathetic mortals. Loki barely remembered it.

The second time was much longer. Loki was actually quite proud of his work the second time. He'd enslaved several mortals to do his bidding, destroyed buildings, torn down the so-called "Avengers" and opening a portal to space. He remembers the destruction the alien army wrought on "precious" Midgard and smiles. He was responsible for that. He was responsible for things Thor could never have possibly achieved.

The third time is different.

"You have gone too far this time, brother," Thor growls. Around them the city is burning. The others are fighting the flames, evacuating people, but they're only staving off the inevitable. This city will burn to the ground and there's nothing they can do to stop it. They can only save the people, and put up trenches to contain the flames from going farther than city limits.

Loki is lying on the roof of one of the taller buildings downtown. He and Thor fought, heedless of the flames, and now both men are scorched, their clothes and armor burned in patches. Loki had another staff this time, but Thor snapped it and threw it into the fires of Central Park. Loki put too much of his power into the staff, he's weak and drained now, with barely enough energy to raise himself back up onto his feet. He sways in place. "When are you going to stop me, brother?"

"I've tried -"

"No, you've never given up on me. This? All of this?" Loki gestures to the burning city around them. "It's time to give up, brother. Look at what I've done to the people of Midgard. You can't just gag me and drag me back home this time."

"What would you have me do?" Thor asks, voice leaden.

Loki sinks down onto his knees and bows his head. Thor is the only person he has ever willingly knelt to.

"No," Thor's voice is hoarse. He takes a few steps back; Loki watches his boots retreat.

"I won't stop. Next time I'll be worse. I can't … I don't want to stop, Thor." Loki's mind swims. "Do you want me to beg?"

"No!" Thor comes forward, grabs Loki and shakes him. "This is madness, Loki, please …"

Loki knows he should fight, but lacks the strength and the will. "You know you want to. Think of all the humans you'll save, the lives you'll free from pain and suffering. Think of your broken companions, the archer who fears me even now, and his whore -"

Thor lets him go, and Loki falls, hard, on his knees. Pain radiates up his legs and he wants more.

Thor raises Mjolnir and Loki closes his eyes, dares to hope that finally it will all end, the fighting and the frustration and his constant attempts to surpass his brother.

But instead of the crushing blow of a hammer, Thor presses a kiss to his brother's forehead.

"Never." Thor promises, wrapping his arms around Loki. "I will never give up on you, brother."

Loki doesn't know whether to scream or cry or laugh. So he just rests against Thor's shoulder and watches the city burn.

Re: Filled: Never

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

I want this filmed. Or drawn. Or ... just ...

*breaks out into sobs*

Re: Filled: Never

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

Oh jesus, I'm sorry! *glomps you*