He did not want to stop, he did not want to turn and get tangled within those words, trapped in whatever web that Loki effortlessly worked each and every time. Still his body stopped when he heard footsteps drawing near again, and it was due to some damned sentiment in his veins that his head turned and he caught Loki striding back into his space. The thunderer turned, regarding the other with that stern look. What was it now? Had he not had his fun? Had he not crafted the words and sent them out like tiny daggers, tearing into all that cared for him, severing each remaining thread that desperately linked the two of them together?
"Like I said, I do not know you now."
He wanted to leave it at that, wanted to coldly cut whatever there was still between them, to hack him off entirely.
That would've been far too easy. His rage had morphed into something vocal, something that demanded to be spelled from his tongue.
"You were someone who enjoyed each day, who sought to use what he could in it. You were someone who delighted in mischief and delighted even more in sharing it, sharing the thrill that came with the action and the laughs that followed afterwards. You were someone who knew how to laugh, how to smile, how to express the full range of it all. You were someone I trusted at my back, even if you were to write something foul upon it, because at the end of the day I knew I could trust you. I could rely on you. If one of us were caught unaware at all sparring, the brother I knew would have no issue offering a hand up after whatever gloating that happened, and would have no issue accepting an offered hand. You were someone endlessly clever and sharp, not condemned to being just a mind in a body but crafty with what you had. It did not matter you weren't as strong as me, I was never as agile as you or as crafty."
"You were my brother. My annoying, aggravating brother who drove me up a wall, who got into trouble with me, who won battles with me and celebrated with me. I loved you. Yes we fought, yes we got on each others nerves, and yes we caused problems, but I never once doubted that I couldn't struggle through any of those problems when you were at my side--and everyone knew that if anyone else gave you any amount of trouble they would have to answer to me, because I cared for you. I loved you, Loki. That was who I knew, that is what I once knew you to be. For as much as you claim to be dark and dreary, there had been a lightness to you that was undeniable."
He hadn't meant to carry on with that for so long, and in the end he was more frustrated than satisfied with his response.
"That is who I remember, I know not what you are now."
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