sequel to this
Brother.
The huntsman stumbles and falls against the tree beside him as a thousand images flicker to life before him. Glorious battles, halls of golden spires and tapestries, riding on horseback over a rainbow bridge, the ancient song humming beneath his consciousness from the hammer clutched in his sword hand, a pair of stunning green eyes and an endless expanse of pale skin splayed out beneath him-
He gasps, shoving himself upright again and staring at the horseman.
“Loki,” he growls, right hand clenching into a fist. “What have you done?”
His once-brother snorts, though the amusement has faded from his eyes. Instead, he looks tired. Oddly worn, as though he has been overtaxing his magic.
“I have done nothing,” he snaps, though it lacks his usual venom. “Your precious father decided to cast us onto Midgard to ‘repent for the wrongs dealt between us’. I’ve been trying to find you for over fifty years. Did you never stop to wonder why you never seemed to age despite having lived for so long?”
Thor pauses for a moment, blunt fingernails digging into his palm as he considers his once-brother’s words. He itches to be reunited with Mjolnir, but his immortality has long been stolen from him. She will not answer his call for some time yet.
“I assume you’ve already had time to plan our escape,” he phrases it as a statement rather than a question, knowing Loki would mock him for doubting him in a situation such as this.
Loki cants his head, and Thor notices the shadows beneath the trickster’s eyes for the first time. “We are little better than these pathetic insects,” he answers bitterly. “What am I supposed to do with no link to my magic?”
Thor grinds his teeth, then approaches, carefully laying a hand on the horse’s neck. “We work together,” he says firmly, searching out his once-brother’s eyes. “Combine our efforts and find our way home.”
Loki stares down at him, and for a terrifying moment, Thor imagines that he might say no. But, Loki inclines his head just enough to qualify as a nod, and Thor exhales loudly, letting his temple fall to rest against his once-brother’s thigh.
Perhaps they have a chance after all.
(Source: insouuciant, via bea-lullaby)
