Thor grasped the picture in his hand. Loki looked happy standing next to that woman. It made him feel a little ill, for all these years. He had brooded over what had transpired. And now? Only he seemed to be standing looking a little pathetic. "Forgiveness?" A smile met his lips as he fondly remembered some of the warmer times but the splashes of red quickly stopped that.
"Tell me where he is. I wish to speak with him" He wiped his face, his throat suddenly dry. "Please tell me quickly!" A little desperation in his voice.
In return he received the address and quickly turned beginning his wanderings once again, but now coughing almost choking. His pride till now hadn't allowed him to really hurt anyone. If he needed sustenance it had came from animals. But it wasn't enough. He needed to get to Loki before he grew weak enough to feed off a human. There was once he came close, but the facial expression of the woman scared him. She looked terrified. Her eyes filled with tears. He didn't want to be a monster but soon, it may be required.
Would Loki even accept his brother in such a state? His shining armour long since gone. Broken. The heroic exterior gone. He now resembled that of a homeless man, his facial hair unkept and these rags. Looking down it saddened him. But still he would walk, grasping his throat. What was one more short walk, if it meant finally putting his mind to rest. Whether it be with peaceful conversation or the anger Thor had held onto for so long.
Shaking it from his mind instead he began to think of the new world. What was it like? He may have even wandered through it. But no one would notice, he moved more like a shadow, hiding his face. He needed to, otherwise they would see his eyes.
But now, he just needed to remain patience and solider on. Loki was apparently dreaming of his return after all.
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Date: 2012-09-12 11:58 am (UTC)From:"Tell me where he is. I wish to speak with him" He wiped his face, his throat suddenly dry.
"Please tell me quickly!" A little desperation in his voice.
In return he received the address and quickly turned beginning his wanderings once again, but now coughing almost choking. His pride till now hadn't allowed him to really hurt anyone. If he needed sustenance it had came from animals. But it wasn't enough. He needed to get to Loki before he grew weak enough to feed off a human. There was once he came close, but the facial expression of the woman scared him. She looked terrified. Her eyes filled with tears. He didn't want to be a monster but soon, it may be required.
Would Loki even accept his brother in such a state? His shining armour long since gone. Broken. The heroic exterior gone. He now resembled that of a homeless man, his facial hair unkept and these rags. Looking down it saddened him. But still he would walk, grasping his throat. What was one more short walk, if it meant finally putting his mind to rest. Whether it be with peaceful conversation or the anger Thor had held onto for so long.
Shaking it from his mind instead he began to think of the new world. What was it like? He may have even wandered through it. But no one would notice, he moved more like a shadow, hiding his face. He needed to, otherwise they would see his eyes.
But now, he just needed to remain patience and solider on. Loki was apparently dreaming of his return after all.