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Thor Odinson ([personal profile] thorndergod) wrote in [community profile] faderift2018-12-01 01:52 pm

[Open] The Boys Are Back In Town

WHO: Thor, Anders, Open to any!
WHAT: An open log, gonna put up prompts for people as they come up, or people can pop a prompt in for me if they want either dude.
WHEN: Early-to-mid whatever December is
WHERE: All over the place
NOTES: None at the moment.




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hwaaaitsme: (I have to get off this planet.)

[personal profile] hwaaaitsme 2018-12-02 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
Everything Thor says is washed away when he stumbles, when he reminds Loki of Frigga. Thor's hand rests heavily on his shoulder and, all at once, the weight of it seems infinite. Loki feels faint; the color has drained from him alongside his ire. Thor is being encouraging, or that is what his face says, but Loki cannot hear him over the sudden rushing in his ears.

My mother. Not our mother.

The distinction is so cutting Thor might as well have stabbed him.

He had tried so desperately to save her, he had been bathed in ichor and failed. Thor had resented him for that as well, but that was a loss they shared. But now they don't. Frigga is not his to claim, especially in death.

His whole relationship with her--the one person who loved him truly--it was a lie. It was a horrible trick.

Why?

He looks very faint and, in truth, if Thor's hand had not been on him he might've collapsed.

Why?

He will never get to ask, will he? She never spoke of it, not once. She lied for decades, to this very face, but why? As a joke? As a cruel gambit? To what end?

Loki does not realize panic has taken him, or that his heart is racing and irregular, that he has recoiled into himself, or that his hand grips Thor's arm with force enough to drive his fingertips to draw blood had his skin been exposed.

He is consumed with that question.

Why?
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[personal profile] hwaaaitsme 2018-12-02 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Suddenly he is being embraced, crushed against Thor's chest so tightly he thinks he heard himself creaking. For a fleeting moment he thinks that Thor is attacking him and, in that moment, he doesn't care if he is. That passes, as Thor avows him, as Thor, of all people, welcomes him into a family he already belonged to--but does not belong to in the slightest.

Loki swallows thickly as his panic calms, crushed under the weight of Thor's arms, and tries to muster some indignation. He can't find any and, in the end, just offers up:

"Our," he corrects and repeats himself again. He could ask Thor the question that consumes him--Why?--but Thor is not so much older than he is. Thor will not know. There is only one person living who would and he is behind enemy lines.