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theadoptedprince:

Loki stood just far enough away to stay out of the arc of the electricity that coursed around Thor’s hands. “Have you never realized what happens when you grow angry?“ Loki asked, he gave Thor a short pat on the back, “You did well, brother.“ 

His form twisted down into hat of the cat again, slipping through the bars and out to the other side. The field reasserted itself, just as his tail had cleared and Loki leapt away from the possibility of another shock before returning to his own form once more. From the darkness there was a murmuring from other prisoners, one soul daring to inch closer to the edge of her cage and stare out at the shapeshifter with an interest that suggested she’d found hope not known for a very long time. Her delicate violet skin was drawn over a skeletal face, shadows beneath her eyes in darkened purple and her joints prominent. “Escape?” she whispered, in a cracked voice, sunken eyes wild with excitement. The others started up that chant in hushed clamor, moving to stare at Loki. Five hollow faces finding a glimmer of life. 

He drew a finger to his lips, and they quieted. “If you want to live, if you wish to be free, keep quiet.”

Loki padded through the short hall, coming to the a panel that rested against the door. Six lit dots, one unlit for he who had been dragged away. Loki pressed each button in order, deactivating each and - She was fortunate he spared a moment to turn and see who it was who had dared to touch him. The girl with violet skin had latched around his middle with scrawny arm, burying her face into his side. He could feel her tears against the fabric of his clothes, and put an arm around her shoulders in the hope it would keep her tears silent. Eyebrows raising in surprise, Loki glanced around at his brother and the others who followed him out of their cages. “I expect there’s a guard not far away,” Loki said, his voice barely more than a breath. Loki pulled away enough to address the girl who clutched to him so desperately, “Where do they have guards posted, do you know? How many?”

She blinked, then pointed to the end of the hall. “Two. Mean.”

Did this happen every time he grew angry? Sure, when he had Mjolnir he expected something like this, but when he didn’t... He supposed perhaps he’d always been too distracted by his anger itself to notice the sparks flying from his fingers. They seemed to be harmless to him - probably just as Mjolnir was - so there was no reason why he would have ever felt them.

More than that, though...

That meant that Loki had known this would happen, didn’t it? He’d provoked him on purpose to get him to short-circuit the force-field. That was... Rather smart and manipulative of him.

In other words, he supposed, that was rather Loki of him.

He didn’t say a word as his brother left the cell, he just watched him in a mix of suspicion and admiration. He knew that Loki was smart, but sometimes he forgot just how manipulative he could, just how his words tended to be carefully measured. To him, it was all just Loki.

While his brother went looking for a key, Thor stayed close to the bars of the cell, both to see what Loki was doing and to keep a lookout in case anyone came in. He couldn’t see much from where he was standing, but he could see the way that at least some of the other people there looked at his brother, like he was the single best thing they’d seen in years, the first glimmer of hope they’d had in far, far too long.

What was this place? For how long had these people been here?

Once the force-field was lowered and the door opened, Thor stepped out of his cell, slowly making his way towards his brother, eyes scanning their surroundings carefully. It was them and five other people, it seemed. Protecting them wouldn’t be easy, but it was doable.

“Two guards?” He repeated as he listened to the conversation, doing his best to keep his voice low. “That shouldn’t be a problem, we can take them out. We should probably do that before they hear anything and come looking for us. Shall I take one and you’ll take the other?”

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theadoptedprince:

“Well, it’s hardly going to hurt you as it did me,“ there was a faint smell of singed fur in the air, his hair, already tattered from the fall, now sticking up in a few placed at odd angles. Slightly disheveled. He ran a hand over his hair, smoothing what rich oils remained to quiet the rest. Grey dirt coated his skin, mixing with the blood on his neck to create a rather uncivilized odor. In simple terms, he was filthy, sore, hungry, and rather keen to get out of this cage and back to civilization so soon as was possible. Thor’s uncertainty and reliance on that damned hammer was not about to keep him from that. 

“Such shields normally aren’t designed to hold up to prolonged contact. You could at least try.” There were many techniques of warfare the brothers had developed over the years - ‘Get Help’, ‘The Falcon Trick’, and many others among them. Loki called this one ‘Annoy and Motivate’. “Can you do nothing without that hammer. You call yourself such a brave warrior, Asgard’s finest, yet I don’t recall the last time you went into battle without the ability to knock the brains from the skulls of a thousand enemies at once. So noble! Do you even remember how to fight with your hands, with a sword? To feel the thrill of a bit of danger? Or have you become so accustomed to hiding behind your child’s toy that, without it, you grow fearful of touching a cell bar?”

Loki retreated to the far end of the cell - just in case this didn’t work and Thor was sent flying backward as he had been. “I’m not asking that you bash your way through, just short it out, then I may slip through and be free to find the key. Every door has a key, and if this is anything alike to our dungeons, they’ll be with a guard who can’t be too far off.”

After everything that he’d just done for his brother, after he’d fallen after him, healed his wounds... How dare he speak to him like that?

Wielding Mjolnir gave him power, but it did not make him invincible. There was still danger in his battles, and he was no coward. But who was Loki to speak of cowardice when he tricked his enemies rather facing them in combat? He was no more a coward than his brother himself. And of course he still knew how to fight without Mjolnir, of course he could still wield a blade - he’d learned combat just as Loki had, and he’d fought on his own before Mjolnir, which was certainly not a child’s toy, had been gifted to him.

He had half a mind to demonstrate all of that to Loki right there and then.

Instead, though, he found himself sticking his hand into the force-field, which, surprisingly enough, actually didn’t hurt him. Instead, it shorted out on contact.

Upon glancing down at his hand, he found blue sparks forming around them, seemingly coming from his own body. But how? Mjolnir was miles away, either lost in space or still waiting for him on Asgard. Perhaps...

Perhaps he didn’t quite need Mjolnir as much as he’d thought he did.

Did Loki know that? How would his brother know that when he himself didn’t? That was question, he thought to himself, that he was sure many people had asked before.

“It’s, uh... It’s disabled.” Thor was still gazing at his hand and the sparks and encircled it with a fascinated look on his face, his attention only partially on his brother. For the moment, he’d all but completely forgotten where they were, or why they’d even wanted the force-field disabled in the first place. “How did I do that? Did you see that? Loki, how... How is that possible?”

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@silvertongued-trickster | x

    ❝ I do not want your help, you oaf! ❞ The trickster snapped in between laboured breaths, one hand attempting to push Thor away, the other one clutching at the deep gash on his stomach frantically trying to STOP the blood flow. His whole body ached, littered with cuts and bruises from the fight he had just endured. The Aesir was sure that he had broken a few bones as well… but it was FINE. He could heal. He didn’t need his clumsy brother getting in the way!

Why, why did his brother have to be so stubborn? What was wrong with accepting some help? He was clearly bleeding out on the floor, this wasn’t something that he could handle by himself and he was bound to know that. But of course, Loki had to make things more complicated. He always did.

“You might not want my help, Loki, but you need it. Now please, let me help you. At this rate, you’ll bleed out in a matter of minutes.” Was he exaggerating? Honestly, Thor couldn’t tell anymore.

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avravner:

Standing before Thor Odinson was the epitome of a dilemma for someone like her. She should have been bowing at this point, but that would have given her away as Asgardian the second she did so, and that was somewhere near the top of her ‘Absolutely Not’ list, if not the top. The last thing she needed was the prince of all people dragging her back into the life she fought daily to forget.

She bit her tongue, for the first thought to cross her mind was ‘you’d better not have been aiming for me.’ What could the God of Thunder and Avenger want in Kansas?

“Oh, no, I wasn’t—” That was awkward. “I didn’t come to greet you. Sorry.” She should not have felt bad for the mistake but he was astute and she hadn’t particularly meant to come off so cold. He’d done nothing wrong, it was her. “I was just—” checking? “Curious. It’s not every day you see someone falling out of the sky. And landing on their feet.” That was an appropriately Midgardian response, wasn’t it?

“Oh.” She hadn’t come to greet him? Perhaps it had been somewhat presumptuous of him to assume that she had, even if she had stepped out of the building with a storm approaching, found him and said his name.

The more he thought about it, though, the more he felt like this was a greeting.

“Well, you have greeted me nonetheless, and for that I should thank you. It’s always nice to be welcomed to a Realm.” Regardless of how she’d intended it, her accidental greeting had been a nice surprise, and he had every intention of making that known.

“There establishments,” Thor started, looking around as he took in his surroundings. “They’re made for travelers, are they not? You wouldn’t happen to be a traveler yourself?”

He could fly to New York, of course, but it’d become clear that his sense of direction in Midgard was not exactly the best. Perhaps she could help him.

[mamalazzer]

Things that need to happen in Infinity War (5/?)

(because Thor trying to awkwardly bring Loki back into the fold amuses me)

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deceitfulprince:

     ❝Meanwhile you could actually recall your dreams about Ragnarok, correct?❞ Loki asked, wanting to make sure he wasn’t just making assumptions. The factor of them quickly fading once the other woke up made it more convincing to presume they were nothing, but it felt unwise to entirely dismiss any concerns. ❝Have you considered perhaps writing them down? Or at least the bits you remember upon waking up?❞ He thought perhaps in doing so the other might be able to remember a bit more, or perhaps begin to find some sort of connection between them as they went on if there was one.

     After a moment he finally brought his own cup up to his lips, taking a small sip of the tea. It was still a bit too warm for his liking but at least it wasn’t burning. 

     Exhaustion certainly took a toll on Loki from time to time. Or, well, quite a bit if he was honest, but he was more used to being a bit tired than entirely rested. He was almost certain that was the reason for his near-constant irritability, even if he wouldn’t actually admit to it.

     ❝I do,❞ he responded passively, bringing the tea up to his lips again, having observed his brother’s previous small frown. ❝I said that I don’t sleep much. If I didn’t grow tired I wouldn’t sleep at all.❞

“Yes, the dreams of Ragnarok were always very vivid, even after waking.” Thor confirmed, nodding. Those dreams... They’d been some of the most disturbing nightmares that he’d ever had - they felt so incredibly real, and they’d been so horrible that it was hard to believe that they could ever come true.

And yet they had.

But these new dreams managed to be even more disturbing than those of Ragnarok, perhaps because of the element of mystery that surrounded them. That must be it, Thor insisted to himself. They couldn’t truly be more terrible than Ragnarok.

At Loki’s next question, Thor nodded once again. “Indeed, I have. I cannot seem to make sense of the scenes that I can remember, and they never seem to form any sort of narrative.” He’d tried. He’d written them down over several days, then he’d read through everything in an attempt to spot a pattern, a storyline, anything that might help him understand them. He’d achieved nothing. “It’s... Strange, brother. These dreams are unlike anything I have ever seen, and I can't seem to remember enough to decipher them. I worry that there may be more to them than we know.”

Thor eyed the tea for another moment before bringing it to his lips, tasting it once before deciding that it was acceptable enough for him to continue drinking. If it might help him sleep, he figured, it was worth it.

“That is not what I meant, Loki.” He suspected that his brother knew that very well. “Do you not grow tired when you get so little sleep?”

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theadoptedprince:

Thor meant it as a comfort, Loki knew this. Yet all he said was from the perspective of someone who was loved, from the perspective of the preferred prince, the one beloved by the people. Not the one who stood in the shadows, thought of as lesser for its ‘tricks’, mocked and discarded. All this added was another excuse to be rejected by those around him. 

Yes, there was much his brother needed to hear, but the sight of the other prisoner chased these thoughts from his mind. Loki blended into the shadows, keen eyes watching for as long as there was something to see and listening carefully after. It was quiet. “Fortunately, and I do think I speak for both of us here, I have no intention of staying.” 

He could think clearly, he could concentrate, and this lent itself to the use of his powers. A shimmer of green ran over Loki’s form, the glow leaving behind the lithe form of black cat. He leapt from the bench, tail flicking behind him. The bars looked wide now, paws stretching out for the gap between them. Claws out. Zap! There was a force-field hidden between the bars, one that sent the small form he’d taken flipping backward. In mid-air he transformed back, landing in a crouch with feline grace. A breath out as he processed what had happen, then Loki slowly rose.

“How rude,“ he pulled down at his clothing, forcing the heavy leather back into place. There were no other openings to their cage, no other escapes he might try. Not that he was particularly inclined to be electrocuted again. He’d meant to be carried off to Valhalla in the midst of the space between worlds - that was almost romantic - not with his mind muddled or his body burned by electricity. Slowly, he eased himself down onto the bench, as casually as he could. He’d pulled something, he was rather sure. Something in his neck, though that was perhaps tied to something his brother had missed in healing him. 

Loki ran a hand along the back of his neck, massaging it. Stretching it out. The blood from his injury still remained, flakes of red coming away on his fingers. He sighed, dropping his hand to his lap and glaring at at the deceptive nearness of freedom. “Do you think you might be able to manage to… short it out? It’s rather your expertise. Then I can slip outside and find some manner of freeing you.”

There was no doubt about it - Thor had absolutely no intention of staying. The sooner they got out of there, the better. And if he could bring the others with him, free them from this place... He couldn’t stand the thought of simply abandoning them to whatever awaited them behind the doors they’d heard closing.

When his brother transformed into a cat, there was a long moment where Thor evaluated the strategy. It was a good plan - he could get through the bars in that form, after all - but it did have one flaw: how was Thor supposed to follow after him? He couldn’t shapeshift like his brother could, and he doubted that strength alone would allow him to bend those bars. He was stuck.

“Loki, I - “

Before he could finish the sentence, his brother was jolted back deeper into the cell, turning back to his usual form. As much as he wished for Loki to not be there with him, Thor couldn’t deny the fact that he was a little relieved. He had no wish to stay there on his own. When they got out - and they would get out, Thor told himself, somehow - he wanted them to do it together.

His brother’s request brought a small frown to Thor’s face. Yes, lightning and thunder - electricity, even - was his area of expertise, but he didn’t have Mjolnir. Without his hammer... What was he supposed to do?

“Wherever we are, Mjolnir can’t find us. Without my hammer... I don’t know how I can help us, brother.” A simple blast from Mjolnir would have had them out of there in a second - it’d destroy not only the bars but also the force-field that’d stopped Loki from slipping out. This time, though, he couldn’t count on Mjolnir. They’d have to figure out something else. It’d be harder, but Loki still had his own powers, and they were both still skilled warriors. Perhaps they could simply fight their way out. It was always an option, was it not?

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theadoptedprince:

“This changes everything else. They should have told me. A thousand years of training for the prospect of rule, alone or as your adviser, and they never thought to tell me it could never be. Think of what would become the Realm if they ever learned what I am. Mother let me rule for a day and I thought… I thought I could do what no Asgardian king before me had managed. Stop Jotunheim from ever posing a threat to Asgard again, and prove… prove that I hold no loyalty to that race of monsters. You had to stop me.” He turned, sitting at the opposing edge of the bench, leaning against the back wall - though hesitantly in remembrance of the pain the last time he’s tried. A shadow from the bars cast over his face. An arm draped over a propped up knee. “You couldn’t just let me die. A thousand years, I’ve wasted. Can’t you understand that?”

Once, when he was young, he’d been told that the proper place for a young prince was in the front of an audience not the front of a stage and he’d been forced to sit on the sidelines as the Yule pantomime he’d organized with the servant children had gone on without him. He’d been scolded for sneaking out of the castle, told he was acting outside of his station. A station he’d never truly had, a station that was as much of a lie as his name. “I’ve always known who I am, and now I’m…” he searched for a word that was something more than ‘nothing’ and could find nothing. He was the God of Mischief, if a Jotun could be a god, and Loki, as he knew of no other name that had been granted him. “Nothing will ever be as it was… assuming we ever get out of this cage.”

There was another loud bang from somewhere above them. This time, Loki heard it rather than felt it and sat up. Another, distinct. Not a battle, it was too regular, but a weapon surely. A primitive planet where they delighted in guns, how charming! The creak of a door, open and shut with a metallic clank. Boots on the stone ground. Then the screaming started. There was, it would seem, a cell next to their and a moment later it’s unfortunate occupant was dragged into the light of the corridor beyond, held by the scruff by an insectoid mass of flesh that made the Jotuns look almost cute. The other prisoner, a green fellow, screamed in hysterics as he was pulled in parade past their cage. His voice echoed on the rocks even after the sound of the door creaking open and shut came again. Fear failed to overwhelm the instincts of battle that had been forged into him for centuries. Two doors, several other cells. And something to fear beyond these bars that left that sentient pleading to his gods and any others who could hear. 

“Loki, that is not true.”

This was a conversation better had with their father, but unfortunately, their father simply wasn’t there. Besides, it seemed like Loki had already spoken to Odin, and if that conversation had gone well, he doubted that they would be talking about this now. It was up to him, then, to reassure his brother.

“You may not have been born to Mother and Father, but you are still an Odinson. You have a claim to throne, just as I do. And after all that’s happened, I don’t know if Father has any intention to crown me anymore, but if he does... Then I want you to know that I would have you as my advisor before anyone else.” Why should it matter that Loki was Jotun? He'd been raised as Odin and Frigga’s youngest son, and he’d grown up prince, learning all that he would need to know to lead their people, just as Thor himself had.

Perhaps neither of them was ready for the responsibility of ruling yet. That didn’t mean, however, that Loki wouldn’t eventually become king, just as it didn’t mean that Thor wouldn’t eventually be crowned.

“You made a mistake. A serious mistake, yes, but Loki... You can learn from that. A terrible first day of rule doesn’t mean that you can never become a good king. We both still have a lot to learn.” And to think that Thor had honestly believed as a child that he’d been ready to take over the throne. Just two days ago, he’d thought the same. Now... Now he could see that he still had a long way to go before he could accept such a responsibility.

Thor took a few steps closer to his brother, hesitating for just a moment before taking a seat next to him. “Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps nothing will ever be the same. But who you are - that doesn’t have the change. You’re Loki, my brother, Odin and Frigga’s son, and Prince of Asgard. You’ve just found out more about yourself. It doesn’t take anything away, it just... Adds.”

Those sounds, the fear that their fellow prisoner seemed to feel...

It all added up to a picture about which Thor truly hoped he was wrong. If he hadn’t been so busy trying to understand what he was seeing, to conciliate that with the vague memories that he might have of their arrival, then he might not have been able to stop himself from jumping to the door and trying to help that terrified being.

In retrospect, it was probably better that he hadn’t, Thor thought to himself. Stuck inside that cell without his hammer, what could he really do?

“Loki. Loki.” There was nervousness in his voice, though Thor would deny it thoroughly if he was ever asked about it. “Loki, I think we’re in trouble.”

[captain-flint]

Take us to your secret pathway.

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theadoptedprince:

Fingers gripped tight to the fabric of his cloak, until his knuckles turned white and the tips of his fingers threatened to go numb. Each hair that passed through the wound was felt, every movement of Thor’s hand echoed into his skull and tore tears from his eyes. It was the edges of the skin being touched that brought to his mouth again and Loki had to clamp a hand over his lips to stop from soiling their cage. Thank the Gods Above for a hollow stomach, for it would seem they been in this place long enough for their last meal to have been a long time passed. He swallowed it down, only a small whimper escaping when Thor put his hand to the wound.

Then there was warmth. Warmth and a blissful numbness. Loki’s grip on his cloak eased, his breathing calming and his heart finally feeling as if it wasn’t attempting to free itself from his chest. Where the warmth spread, pain vanished until both faded together and he felt Thor’s hand leave the back of his head. 

Loki collapsed forward in relief, reaching up to wipe tears from his cheeks. Equilibrium crept back into his being, his gaze focused when he opened his eyes and gazed forward at the bars before him and that strange sensation that he could only compare to intoxication ebbing away.

Thor spoke and Loki sat up, looking around to him then jerking away to the edge of the bench, eyes wide and chin high. “What concern is that of yours,” Loki said, playing at disdain, “You would dare address a prince of Asgard so casually? Who would you presume to be… my brother?” A small smile crept onto his lips, with gleaming mischief. “You managed not to kill me, I’m almost impressed.” Giving Thor a short pat on the shoulder, Loki then took in their surroundings properly for the first time. Dying would have been far less complicated.

He picked himself up from the bench and stepped over to the bars of the cage glancing out. It was quiet. But it gave him an excuse to hid his face. “Do you truly still think of me as a brother, knowing what I am?” Did he? Thor was his brother, he knew this in his heart, yet only his heart was Asgardian. All the rest of him was a facade. Flesh worn through a spell. God of Lies, some had called him, but the greatest lie of his life had been played against him. His identity ripped away. He wasn’t Loki, just a nameless child who’d been destined for death. He couldn’t reconcile his soul with his being.

For what felt like one of the single longest moments of his life, Thor’s heart seemed to simply stop.

Had he done something wrong? He’d been so careful, so, so careful - was there such a thing as too careful in a situation like that? Could that have somehow erased him from his brother’s mind? He wanted to think that it wasn’t possible, that if there’d been any damage, it wouldn’t be that, but the truth was that he simply didn’t know. Maybe it was possible for him to accidentally erase himself from his brother’s mind.

But then Loki said two words that he knew were meant to give up the ruse, and Thor couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief. Loki was okay. He was okay, and now Thor’s heart could resume its normal rhythm.

“Loki!” He complained, reaching out to shove his brother’s shoulder - carefully, still unsure as to how much better Loki was feeling - in reprimand.

The question, he supposed, shouldn’t have surprised him, but it did. Of course he still thought of Loki as a brother - it didn’t matter where he’d come from, it didn’t matter that they shared no blood, they were still brothers. They always would be, come what may. To him, that seemed obvious, but he could understand that Loki needed reassurance. He couldn’t imagine what hearing those news must have felt like.

“Of course I still think of you as a brother, Loki.” Thor insisted, standing up and making his way towards him. “You will always be my brother. Why should it matter that Father brought you from Jotunheim, that we share no blood? We grew up together, we played together, we fought together, we... Fell wherever we are now together. You are my brother, Loki, and nothing could ever change that.”

He might not share any blood with the people he’d come to know as family, but Thor was still his brother, Frigga was still his mother, and Odin was still his father, were they not? Did the bond that they shared not matter more than any blood relation could?

Thor truly hoped that Loki could see it that way, for both of their sakes. He didn’t want his brother to feel like an outcast, and he certainly didn’t want to lose him.

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theadoptedprince:

Was that what Thor thought? That he’d meant to kill? His intention, sending the Destroyer after them had been mere deterrence, to keep them distracted and away from Asgard, perhaps licking a few wounds, whilst he finished his plans of revenge. To ensure they didn’t return. How could he have known that father had not only ripped Thor of his powers but also cursed him with mortal weakness? It wasn’t meant to have happened as it had, much akin to all that had befallen them in the last few days. His mouth opened in protest, but all Loki could find it within him to do was lean into his brother’s embrace, still trying to force himself to accept that he hadn’t come out of this revelation hated. 

And if he could survive his brother’s attempts to heal him, perhaps he’d have the opportunity to explain, to explain… everything. 

Loki pulled from his brother’s arms, sitting up, gripping to the edge of the bench as he eased himself around so his back was to Thor and the injury at the base of his skull bared. A hand went away to pry his hair way from it, long fingers dipping in amongst matted strands to pull them free. One caught against dry blood, pulled against it, and the breath caught in his throat. “Alright, let’s start superficially, and work inward. There’s blood, so…” there was something instinctual wrong about touching it, and it was all Loki could do to not empty his stomach or pass out, “so the skin is broken. Try to clear away what you can, you’ll need to see what’s been done.” 

This was better done with water to rinse away the blood and ointments to clear away infection. He’d be better off with a real healer. But their options were limited and the prospect of continuing on with this pain, with this wavering inability to think, to follow a coherent train of thought without the constant need to nudge his mind back on track. 

Pride kept his voice calm, “Try to match up the flesh where it’s torn, then put a hand over it and hold the image of the wound closing in your mind. As clearly as you can, and don’t press hard. Then, you’ll feel a warmth, let that spread inwards and it should mend the rest.” There was something else. It was important, yet it seemed to slip from his mind, as immaterial as… “You’ll see visions, of what is being done within, that you mustn’t take any thought of changing anything. I have no desire to spend the rest of my days blind or unable to move. The brain is a delicate thing.”

This wouldn’t be easy without water to wash away the dried blood - there was only so much that Thor could do with only his fingers, and no matter how careful he was, odds were that it’d hurt his brother. That was the last thing he wanted to do, but if it was necessary to be able to heal him, then he supposed he had little choice but to do it.

Slowly and carefully, Thor got to work. It would be impossible, he quickly realized, to complete this task without accidentally pulling his brother’s hair, so after a while, he stopped worrying too much about it - it was only making this take longer than necessary, which in turn prolonged his brother’s suffering - and he began to only truly be careful with the strands of hair that surrounded the wound and could disturb it if pulled.

It took him a while, but finally, he managed to expose the wound. Now came the complicated part.

“This will probably hurt.” Thor warned his brother as he did his best to align the sides of the wound properly before resting his hand on top of it, trying his best not to give himself too much time to think about this. If he did, then he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to go through with this - as it was, he could already feel his heart beginning to speed up with nervousness. This was far more complicated and far more delicate than any healing he’d ever done. If he couldn’t do it properly, he could seriously injure his brother.

‘hold the image of the wound closing in your mind‘

He could do that. He’d done that part before.

The warmth came only a moment later, and Thor let it spread. All he needed to do, he thought to himself, was to remember Loki’s words and to hold the image of the wound closing in his mind. That was it - nothing more, nothing less.

And what was it that his brother had said next?

‘You’ll see visions, of what is being done within, that you mustn’t take any thought of changing anything.‘ 

Right. He couldn’t change anything, he had to just let the healing take its course. That shouldn’t be too hard. All he had to do was to not think of making any changes.

Not thinking about something, though... It was harder than he’d imagined. So as the visions came, Thor tried to keep his focus on the thought that he couldn’t make any changes - as long as he wasn’t thinking about how he could change, as long as he had a mantra in his head about letting the healing take its course unaltered, then nothing could happen, right?

Finally, the warmth subsided, and Thor carefully pulled his hand away from the wound - or, if the healing had been successful, where the wound used to be.

“Loki?” He said, a bit of concern clear in his voice. “Are you alright? Did it work?”

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     Loki nodded, though he couldn’t deny the fact that his brother’s mention of continuing nightmares made him uneasy, especially considering what had occurred with Ragnarok. But nightmare’s could just be nightmares, no more than dreams. Perhaps there was no purpose to them, but still…

     ❝Dreams of what?❞ Loki asked, trying to mask the concern in his voice and his expression as he merely arched and eyebrow in response, as if it was just plain curiosity. The concern he felt wasn’t merely just the worry of yet another upcoming catastrophe but genuine concern for his brother as well. Whether it was the signal of something or not, turbulent dreams could take a toll on a person, especially if it was affecting a person’s sleep.

     As for himself…Loki let out a short sigh, tapping his fingers on the table in front of him lightly. ❝I’ve never been one for getting much sleep myself. You didn’t wake me.❞ Of course his answer contained the least amount of detail he could put in.

     He paused to pour himself some of the tea he had set out to make, holding out a glass to his brother in offer in case he wanted some as well. ❝I know you’ve said before you don’t drink tea, but perhaps it can help a bit.❞

“I don’t know.”

That was what unsettled Thor the most. These dreams - he could never seem to remember them. The memory was fleeting even as he woke up, and after a few minutes, all was already gone. Sometimes a nightmare was but a nightmare, of course, but if these dreams were to come true as Ragnarok had, Thor would much rather be prepared.

“I wake up and the memory is already fading. All I can remember are flashes that never seem to tie together.” They were certainly different from the dreams of Ragnarok in that sense. That gave him some comfort - perhaps this time his nightmares were only nightmares.

It made sense, Thor supposed, that Loki didn’t get much sleep. He remembered going to sleep when his brother was still awake and then waking up to find him already on his feet. He’d never truly paid attention to that until that moment. “Do you not grow tired, brother?” Thor asked, frowning slightly.

While Loki was certainly right about his brother not drinking tea, this time Thor decided that he’d make an exception. If it could help him sleep... Well, it’d be worth it. He took the glass that Loki offered him with a small smile, nodding slightly. “Thank you.”

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The wound was deep in his chest, right of where his heart was. Had it been just a bit more towards the left it would have been the same location Kurse had stabbed him years prior.

Loki’s breaths came out shaky and short, the simple rise and fall of his chest causing more pain than the wound itself did on its own. He clenched his jaw at the man’s words, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. The last thing he wanted to burden the man with the task of having to help him or to appear as weak as he did in the condition he was. Especially considering the fact he still wasn’t all to sure if they were even on decent terms yet.

But there was no doubt he would bleed to death if the other just left him there, as he didn’t even have the strength to pull himself upright. It would appear as though He would have to begrudgingly accept- though it didn’t seem the other would exactly allow him to argue against it if he were to try to.

❝You somehow manage to be more intolerable than I am at times,❞ Loki muttered under his breath, feeling the need to slip to insult in- though it was most likely not the best time to do so.

It was impossible not to chuckle at Loki’s words despite the severity of the situation.

There he was, trying to save the life of someone he’d fought over the fate of the planet not too long, someone who he figured by no means had any reason to expect this, and yet Loki still managed to be... Well, he might not know him all that well, but from what he did know, he figured the only way to finish that sentence was with ‘Loki’.

“Do you make it a habit to insult the people who try to save your life?” Tony asked, quickly moving to put pressure on the wound. Slow the bleeding, he figured - but then what? Could he simply call an ambulance, have him taken to a hospital? Loki wasn’t human, and he didn’t know any doctors that were knowledgeable in Asgardian physiology.

He wanted to say that it was better than nothing, but that wasn’t necessarily the case.

“Look, I’m not a doctor, I can’t... I’m not qualified to look after you. But then again, I don’t know if anyone on this planet is. So - do you want me to get you to a hospital? Or maybe to an Asgardian doctor?” This was certainly not the best moment to ask Loki to make a decision like that, but this wasn’t a choice that he could make.