Titolo: It echoes in my brain - I didn't mean it
Fandom: MCU » Thor - The Dark World
Personaggi: Thor/Loki
Genere: angst
Avvertimenti: missing moment, in inglese, incest (implied)
Parole: 547
Note: COW-T, M3, prompt "vuoto". E era da tanto che non scrivevo su sti due poracci. Fra l'altro sto cominciando pure a volere un po' bene a Loki e alla sua reincarnazione, Yuri Plisetski.


"Oh, look who came down from his throne to gawk at my misery! If it isn't Thor, Asgard's hero!"
Loki's sarcasm echoes in the hall before Thor manages stepping down the stairs leading to the cells. A sigh pushes up from his lungs, before he finally walks up to look inside the cage his brother is stuck in.
It's clear that Loki recognized the sound of his steps. It should make Thor happy. But he is no fool.
Loki's head lifts, throwing a sharp, aching glance his brother's way.
"Brother, please, listen to me. You can be saved," Thor starts out skipping the greetings, calmly, still trustful. "I'll keep trying until I die."
"Then die," Loki hisses, standing up from his corner and throwing his hair back from his eyes, out of the way. He resembles a snake, when he moves towards Thor. "I can't wait. I want you to be wounded, Thor," he hums, approaching the transparent wall between them.
Thor's eyes squint just slightly with ache at the casual vitriol. I'm already wounded. He tilts his chin up, and leans a hand on the surface while staring straight through the barrier.
"Brother! I'm just trying to help you," he pleads, baring his teeth for the first time, as his eyes try to pierce through Loki's icy ones.
"I don't need help. I don't need this family. I don't need you," Loki replies with calculated calm, taking a step back. "And I know what you are really after. Isn't it this? Don't you hate it enough?"
Before he closes his mouth back his body changes, his skin turning blue with scars traced gracefully over it, and reddish eyes flashing with rage. His shape morphed, becoming slender and seductive with wavy, beautiful black hair cascading over her breasts. Thor wets his lips. Loki's games are so cruel.
"Loki..." He hums, with his hand pressing against the wall harder and his eyes reduced to pleading. "Please, let me get you out of here. I'll give you everything you want."
"I want nothing from you!" Loki bursts all of a sudden, slamming both her fists against the cage's wall with her eyes flaming, baring her teeth like a beast. "I'd like nothing more than to kill you with my own hands," she hisses then, sliding her hands down the image she can see of Thor's body. "But I bet you would like to taste me again, wouldn't you? One last time, before you throw me away," she continues, narrowing her bitter eyes. "That's all I'm good for, anyway. An easy, warm body to consume."
The memory of her skin fills Thor's mind, but he shakes it off.
"Loki, that's not-"
"I know that's all I'm worth to you!" Loki shouts, before finally reverting back to his pale skin and light eyes, then relaxing his shoulders with anger flowing back inside where it'll boil quietly again. The conversation is over.
Thor's eyes lower again, his fingers brushing against the screen.
"I will always be here for you, Brother," he murmurs, taking a few steps back. He turns away, and within seconds he disappears, unwilling to hear more anger flung at him.
Loki stands there briefly, raging and aching, before sitting back down in a corner of his cold, empty cell.