Valhalla || A Loki Fanfic

Chapter 21

"Alright, the glove's ready. Question is, who's gonna snap their frickin' fingers?"

I've been avoiding the stones for as long as possible. I can't say I'm exactly the biggest fan.

But it's ready.

"I'll do it,"

Of course, my idiot brother had to open his mouth.

"Excuse me?" Stark mutters, eyeing him doubtfully.

My thoughts exactly.

Ignoring the many protests and attempts to place him back down in a chair, Thor refuses to shut up.

"Thor, just wait," Rogers says gently, finally getting him to listen for a moment, "We haven't decided who's gonna put it on yet,"

The moronic oaf gives an eye roll worthy of myself as he snorts, "I'm sorry. What, we're all just sitting around waiting for the right opportunity?"

He does have a point.

"We should at least discuss it," Rogers counters, still attempting to wrestle Thor back into a chair.

"Look, sitting here staring at the thing is not going to bring everybody back," he points out, taking a deep breath, "I am the strongest Avenger, okay? So, this responsibility falls upon me,"

Why does he care so much suddenly? After drowning his guilt in beer for so many years, why does he now want to be the hero again?

Promptly deciding to talk over the Avenger's protests, Thor shushes them all. "Stop it! Just let me..." he trails off, grasping a shaking fist around Stark's shirt.

"Just let me do it. Let me do something good. Something right,"

"Thor, we have to go," his kærasta calls out.

He shakes his head, burying his tears in my 'corpse.'

"I can't leave him, my little brother,"

"I'm sorry I failed you,"

"Look, it's not just the fact that that glove is channeling enough energy to light up a continent. I'm telling you, you are in no condition,"

Because who abandoned him when he needed it most?

Thor just shakes his head softly, a small tremble still rippling through his body, "What do you think is coursing through my veins right now?"

"Cheez Whiz?" Stark's friend calls out unhelpfully. Thor just shaking an angry finger in his direction.

"Lightning," he exclaims, his hands waving around frantically.

What's the matter? You scared of a little thunder?

I'm not overly fond of what follows.

"Yeah," Stark scoffs.

"Thor?" I call out, the door creaking as I open his chambers. A green tunic draped past my thighs.

"What is it, brother?" he asks irritably, a large yawn escaping from his mouth.

I shrink away, regretting the choice to have woken him up. But when a large crash of thunder booms across the bedroom, I can't help but stiffen.

"Loki?" he asks again, much more grace in his voice.

"I-I can't sleep... the storm is too-" as another roar of thunder echoes across the halls, forcing me to flinch.