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Any, any, I love you, but we're not doing this anymore.

When Thor wakes up, after not nearly enough rest, his brother is gone. The comforting weight that had dragged him to bed and whispered stories in remembrance of their fallen comrades until Thor's eye drifted shut is gone. He shouldn't be surprised but a flutter of panic, of need, rouses Thor from the bed that barely fits one, let alone two. It quickly becomes apparent no one knows where the remaining Prince of Asgard is. Most disturbing is the amount of people who honestly believe Loki to be dead-

"...but I remember the funeral feast, both of them!"

"That... woman... said she killed him. Killed you too, my Prince. KING! My king."

"Perhaps you should see -uh- visit the healers. Ah. Agni has some experince tending battle wounds, King Thor."

"No. I saw the play with mother, and Loki dies at the end. But he can't go to Valhalla - I'm sorry. I don't know where frost giants go when they die."

-Thor had been so exhausted, for a moment he thinks he dreamed Loki coming to his room. Halucinated everything. It isn't until he spots a flash of green in a reflection, a shade that doesn't match with anything in gray, spartan hall of the ship around them that Thor allows himself a sigh of relief. He escuses himself from a report on their food stores (he notices how many faces he doesn't know slide to Heimdall Who-Was-There and away from himself Who-Was-Not) and goes to the room he has claimed.

Loki's double has his shoulder braced against the side of a glass cabinet, and he's frowning. "You can't kill yourself, you know. That's my job."

"What?" He wants to reach out and grab the last of his broken family by the throat. Thor wants to alternately pull him close and pull him apart but ultimately feel him there and know it isn't a trick. "Still want the throne, brother?"

Loki's expression is odd when he answers. "Oh, brother. Even if I did, it would not have me. I sat the throne for less than a day and was betrayed. I had to disguise myself as Odin just to keep the Council from decalring War on Vanaheim. No. Even if you dropped dead this very minute... no one would accept me as king. And for good reason."

It's stupid, but he reaches out anyway. Thor's hand causes ripples of light where the illusion sits. He shakes his head, momentarily missing his warrior's locks. "Where are you, brother? A Prince of Asgard shouldn't hide, our people need to see us. Together."

"I'm no prince." Loki laughs, and there is a quick gleam in his eyes that seems almost crazed before being subsumed by a queer contentment. "I never was. And isn't it, better? This way? I think you were right, back on Saakar."

There is a burst of fear, and a thought of No even as his mouth forms the name, "Loki." Because, why does his trickster of a brother listen to him now? To those words said when Asgard was bright and shining and whole when the rest of the realms were pure chaos? He needs someone who knew Fandral, and Sif, and learned at mother's feet and father's side. Father, who let himself fade.

Father, who spent half his reign lying.

"You don't look like him... but you sound like him."

"I wasn't lying, you know." Loki's double looks away, and Thor's hands are fists. "Before I fucked up your coronation. The first one, I mean. I do love you, Thor. If I didn't, I wouldn't want to stab your perfect face everytime you do something utterly stupid."

"...like picking up an unknown, venomous snake?"

The double is smiling as it vanishes in a pop of light. Thor stares at the empty space and feels a void open up inside of him. He's King, now, and King's cannot be uncertain.

I'm not familiar with the movie, but thank you for the fill.

Awww. But it was so fun! Much better than Thor 2.

oooh man that hurt me just like the seasaw ride we had with Loki in Ragnarok did. These two, so complex. Beautifully captured, especially taking Loki's habit of not being there in person, using his illusion to say difficult things.

Thank you! That movie was just, feeeeeelings. Is it weird I sympathized with everyone, including Hela?

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