[ Perhaps Loki might have preferred the star-forged crush of Mjölnir's fury to the vulnerability that Thor now wears upon his face. There are memories in this moment, tugging at the edges of Esja's glamor and threatening to free a whisper of his true self from the confines of his illusory prison.
Esja would draw the pain from Thor like poison from a snakebite, pressing her lips to the wound and drawing it out moment by inevitable moment. But Loki, confronted with the reality of Thor's expanse of sentimentality, would rather burn the entirety of it. Yes, therein is the sum of it all: he would set Thor's heart aflame until nothing remained but flakes of ash, so that no one else could take the place where Loki, once called Odinson, held dominion. ]
Thor — [ It's Esja's voice, Esja's soft white hands that stroke Thor's cheeks, Esja's dark eyes that hold Thor's gaze, and yet there is only Loki's emphasis in the murmured name.
And oh! — in that second, how dearly Loki wishes for the cleansing wash of the Tesseract, she whose power had flooded Loki's veins and given him purchase in the minds of any she would touch. None of this would matter then — Thor would be his, lost to the numbing calm of the Cube, and Loki would once again belong solely to himself.
Esja, wearing Loki's torment, traces the curve of Thor's half-hearted smile with fingertips still bitterly cold from the aborted spell. ] ⁸ how long will you continue to shackle your heart thus? [ She smiles like forgiveness; her cold fingertips begin to warm against Thor's skin.
Loki would raze all of the nine realms and the lands forth if it meant turning back the hand of time and willing Esja out of existence. ] And yet you know he is lost to you as he has been lost for millennia — you have not searched for him since I have known you. Instead, I would see you fill your mind with hope and gladness for the future rather than dwelling on sins long since committed and longer since absolved.
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Esja would draw the pain from Thor like poison from a snakebite, pressing her lips to the wound and drawing it out moment by inevitable moment. But Loki, confronted with the reality of Thor's expanse of sentimentality, would rather burn the entirety of it. Yes, therein is the sum of it all: he would set Thor's heart aflame until nothing remained but flakes of ash, so that no one else could take the place where Loki, once called Odinson, held dominion. ]
Thor — [ It's Esja's voice, Esja's soft white hands that stroke Thor's cheeks, Esja's dark eyes that hold Thor's gaze, and yet there is only Loki's emphasis in the murmured name.
And oh! — in that second, how dearly Loki wishes for the cleansing wash of the Tesseract, she whose power had flooded Loki's veins and given him purchase in the minds of any she would touch. None of this would matter then — Thor would be his, lost to the numbing calm of the Cube, and Loki would once again belong solely to himself.
Esja, wearing Loki's torment, traces the curve of Thor's half-hearted smile with fingertips still bitterly cold from the aborted spell. ] ⁸ how long will you continue to shackle your heart thus? [ She smiles like forgiveness; her cold fingertips begin to warm against Thor's skin.
Loki would raze all of the nine realms and the lands forth if it meant turning back the hand of time and willing Esja out of existence. ] And yet you know he is lost to you as he has been lost for millennia — you have not searched for him since I have known you. Instead, I would see you fill your mind with hope and gladness for the future rather than dwelling on sins long since committed and longer since absolved.