We have no way back.
Dark clouds are gathering in the sky. Lightning is flashing and thunder is rumbling. The tide is running strong in a trend of flushing everything out. It is strange to see a scene like this in Asgard, the Realm Eternal, where only peace exists.
No reasons account to that, expect one, the king himself is losing control.
They have no way back. Thor had been engraving this on his heart the moment Loki turned his back and left. He tried to detain but in vain. ALL the memories were fading away from his fingers. Accordingly, Thor finally made a decision to let it go.
Before the forthcoming war, what Thor could do is gazing at the eyes of this man, his brother, his love and the head of his enemy. He did not even know why Loki had to meet him, the man who would fight against him tomorrow, after breaking such a solid defense to reach his tent, and leant on the door just staring at him, smiling and saying nothing.
“Loki,” Thor started.
“Thor.” He moved but still kept his distance from the table, fixing his eyes on Thor. He suddenly grinned in silence and breathed out.
There is something familiar in the green eyes of his dear brother which recalled a few emotions. Thor stifled his temptation and put the Mjolnir on the table.
“Why did you come?” He asked.
“I thought you would ask how I came.” Loki answered emotionless.
“Not my business,” Thor darted a look at him, “if you feel like, you always make it.”
“huh,” he laughed, “just for a reminder, the defense of some direction is not that perfect.”
“I will fix.” Thor frowned and waited his respond. After all this long, he was still unable to understand Loki.
“Just thinking… why do we have to fight like this?” Loki crossed his arms, seemed like looking forward to Thor’s answer.
“You want this, Loki.”
“Do I? What if I don’t anymore?”
“You are the Alpha, stop acting like an Omega.” Thor took a deep breath, “There’s no way back.”
“Yeah, we have no way back.”
“So you came here to tell jokes?”
“Of course not, why?” Loki burst into laughter eventually.
“I’m not welcomed.”
“I do wonder what makes you welcomed.”
“Perhaps try appealing to my mercy?”
“I’ve done this before.”
“Oh.. let me see, is it failed?”
“You know the result.”
Thor found this ridiculous conversation cannot be ended, and he also found once he stopped replying, Loki would leave for sure. The war was still coming like nothing had happened and ended with one’s death, either his or Loki’s. Still, he could not help himself from the damn thought of keeping his brother for another minutes.
Somehow, Loki had moved his step towards Thor, and smiles could no longer be found on that handsome face. “I don’t know what we are actually doing.”
“It’s a war, Loki.”
“Yeah.. but why..”
“Cause it was your choice.”
Again, the talk re-went, like a curse.
“My choice was you, Thor.”
The ambiguous tone confused Thor. He began to feel sick. “You chose to leave. You chose the war.”
“You made me to!” He yelled unexpectedly.
“Then who made me to?” Thor widened his eyes.
“Not a clue.” Pausing briefly to regained his composure, Loki was camouflaged by those familiar smiles.
Thor felt like punching him on his face, and he did it. The deep eyepit swelled immediately.
Then Loki gripped Thor’s wrist and twisted it towards backward, with the sound of bones’ break.
Thor reached his hand to the Mjolnir in a subconscious attempt, but in one second, hesitation stroke him. He lied down on the floor without saying one word. Meanwhile, Loki is nowhere to be found.
The King is interrupted by the report of a guard. At same time, Asgard stays peace as usual.
“You can’t even remind me now.” Thor hears a familiar voice taunting in his head.