"It’s been a pleasure fighting by your side….my king."
Thor fell at Loki’s side, roaring in agony at the sight of the blade now through his brother’s chest. He took his brother into his arms, “No, no, by the Norns, no…” Rain fell from the clouds above, but not even that could cleanse Loki’s bloodied leather.
Loki couldn’t muster the energy to react to his brother’s touch. All he could do was lie unbelievably still, save for the tremor of pain that traveled through his chest. Eventually his hands shook, grasping themselves around Thor’s. Thor made a sound that could have been sobbing, could have been words of comfort, could have been anything, he did not know which.
“I’ll hold you until you are sleeping, Loki. It’s alright now, you can let go,” he choked out. Thor’s arm cradled the back of Loki’s head. Blood poured freely from his wound, reddening Thor’s free hand, but he didn’t care. “I love you, brother. You can let go.”
Loki’s breathing was growing shallow with each passing second. His eyes closed and a ghost of a smile passed across his lips. “It’s been a pleasure fighting by your side… My King,” he breathed. His gaze finally met Thor’s, and Thor shook with misery. He did not see the man dying before him, in Loki’s eyes he saw the child he once was, alive with energy and happiness. The child whom he first held and loved and…The light drained from Loki’s eyes as his head drooped against Thor’s arm.
Loki drew his final breath.
Thor’s lightning was uncontrollable.
He lowered his head until it nearly touched the ground, his brother held tightly in his grasp. They remained there for what could have been minutes, hours, Thor did not know. Thor mustered up the courage to rise to his feet, Loki’s body in his arms. He gently, ever so gently removed the blade from his chest. When Loki did not wince, Thor finally allowed himself to cry.
Thunder clashed distantly as Loki was carried home.
Thank you so much for the ficlet my dear! :’) So emotional and it made my heart ache—in a good way!