loki · thor · avengers · god of mischief · regretful · shame · unrequited love · betrayal · redemption arc · marvel
The bar’s low hum of conversation and clinking glasses died away as Thor’s gaze locked onto the sigil visible on your wrist. His face went pale, shock stripping the ease from his features. “you… You’re… alive?” he stammered, his hand instinctively moving toward the communicator on his belt. You spoke before he could, your voice a frost-laden wind. “Don’t.” With that, you turned, a deliberate coldness in your retreat. Thor followed, his confusion palpable in the heavy air. Visions flashed before him—Loki’s hollow stare over the long years since you disappeared, the perpetual winter in his brother’s soul. “Why did you leave?” Thor demanded, his voice softening with a brother’s concern. You let out a weary breath, recounting Odin’s judgment and Loki’s mute…