What We Will Become
Title: What We Will Become
Verse: Thor (Movie-Verse)
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Thor, Loki
Word Count: 1,017
Warnings: Minor spoilers for the movie ONLY if you catch the irony in the dialogue.
Summary: Loki has a bad dream and goes to Thor for comfort.
Notes: Wow, none-Transformers fic. Strange huh? Also, in this fic, Thor and Loki are meant to be like 10 and 8.
All around him, colors twisted and swirled as the landscape rushed past him. He was moving fast, yet when his feet found the ground once more, there was no impact.
There was a flash then, something big hit him, he wasn’t sure what. Then, a feeling of nothing where pain should have been. He was on the ground, eyes facing upward. Something swished across his vison. It was pale, framed by gently flowing brown. A face, he realized, but he couldn’t quite make out the features. Somehow, he knew it was a girl and she was very beautiful, though he seemed to be looking at her through a fog…
Everything changed then. Where it had previously been dark, there was light. He stood now with that same woman standing before him. His hand came up to brush a lock of brown hair out of her face.
Strange… he thought. His hand was so large, so muscular. It was that of a man, yet he knew it to be his own. It fact, his entire body was larger now. Was this what he was supposed to look like when he was older?
The scene around him moved on although his thoughts seemed to be detached from his actions. The girl’s eyes pleaded with him, pulling at his heart strangely. How was that possible? He still couldn’t see her face, so how did he know how her eyes looked at him?
The woman moved forward, pressing her mouth firmly against his own, demanding his return as if her very life depended on it-
“Thor…!”
“Mrmmmm...”
“Pssst…! Thor!”
“Go ‘way….”
“Thor, please…!”
Thor cracked one eye open into the darkness of his room, his attention immediately focusing on the thin sliver of light coming in from his doorway.
“I was sleepin’…?” The tiny prince mumbled against his pillow.
“I’m sorry brother…. B-But… Can I come in?”
Thor stared at the shadowed figure in his doorway for several moments more before letting out a groan worthy of any fierce warrior. “Yes Loki, come in.” he said, dragging out a yawn as he forcibly pushed himself out of his plush, feather pillow.
Loki pushed the door open a bit further before scampering into his older brother’s bedchamber. His small feet slapped softly against the cold floor as he crossed the large room. When he came to his brother’s bed, he didn’t hesitate on climbing atop it and settling himself on the tangled sheets near Thor’s feet.
“What is it brother? It’s late and I was sleeping…” Thor grumbled, trying unsuccessfully to disentangle his legs from his linens.
Loki’s his arms around himself, his eyes dropping down to his lap. “I had a bad dream.” The young prince admitted softly.
Thor frowned and paused in attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes. “A dream?” he asked in replied, his own thoughts drifting to his strange vision. “About what?”
Loki’s eyes darted up to his brother’s for a moment. “Well… I remember being held by… Laufey. I was crying and kicking like a babe in his arms and he only looked down at me like… like I was his own…”
“Laufey? Why him?” Thor asked, tilting his head quizzically at his younger brother.
Loki gave a half-hearted shrug in response. “I’m… Not sure, but… That wasn’t the worst part.”
Finally, Thor managed to yank his legs free of their cloth prison so he could shift to sit on top of his sheets, cross legged like his brother was. “What could be worse than being a frost giant’s babe?” the blond prince joked with a grin.
Loki’s responding grimace wiped the humor off of his brother’s face. “It’s not funny brother. It was so real and… It scared me.”
Thor frowned at him. “What did you see?”
“I saw me, an older me I guess… And…”
“And what Loki?”
“….And I think I was trying to kill you.” Loki finished, choking back a sob.
It seemed to hit Thor then that his brother was genuinely hurt by this strange dream. Loki’s shoulders trembled and shook and even in the low light, Thor could see tear’s glistening in the corners of his brother’s eyes.
Tramping over the messy pile of sheets separating them, Thor gathered his younger brother against him. Loki fervently pressed himself into the hold, wrapping his own arms tightly around his brother’s chest.
“Come now brother… Don’t pay any heed to a dream.” Thor told him, nuzzling his head against his brother’s. “Do you really think you would do something like that?”
Rather than speak, Loki merely shook his head softly against where it was pressed into Thor’s shoulder.
“Exactly.” Thor said firmly, patting his back gently. “And besides, we’re brothers, no matter what happened that might lead up to a fight like that; we’d always work it out, right?”
“Right.” Loki replied, lifting his head to give his brother a little smile.
“But that other part of your dream, the thing with Laufey? That must have been really scary.”
Loki gave a nervous laugh and replied “Oh very.”
“I mean just having to look at his ugly mug would send me off to cling to father’s bedsheets in terror!”
The joke seemed to do the trick. Loki smiled and rubbed the tear’s building at his eyes with one sleeve. “I was lucky it was only a dream.” He said quietly. “Or else I would’ve had to deal with his horrible stench as well.”
Thor gave him a toothy grin. “Then you really would’ve been done for brother! Even I couldn’t have rescued you from such a horrible fate!”
“Not that you wouldn’t try though, right Thor?” Loki asked, his eyes hopefully seeking out his brother’s.
“I would take on all the armies of Jotunheim if you were in danger Loki. Nothing would stop me.”
“But what if I were Laufey’s son?” Loki asked quickly. “What if we weren’t actually brothers?”
Thor gave him a tight squeeze and continued to grin at him. “I wouldn’t care, Loki.” He insisted. “We’re brothers and no matter what, I’ll always love you like a brother.”
Verse: Thor (Movie-Verse)
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Thor, Loki
Word Count: 1,017
Warnings: Minor spoilers for the movie ONLY if you catch the irony in the dialogue.
Summary: Loki has a bad dream and goes to Thor for comfort.
Notes: Wow, none-Transformers fic. Strange huh? Also, in this fic, Thor and Loki are meant to be like 10 and 8.
All around him, colors twisted and swirled as the landscape rushed past him. He was moving fast, yet when his feet found the ground once more, there was no impact.
There was a flash then, something big hit him, he wasn’t sure what. Then, a feeling of nothing where pain should have been. He was on the ground, eyes facing upward. Something swished across his vison. It was pale, framed by gently flowing brown. A face, he realized, but he couldn’t quite make out the features. Somehow, he knew it was a girl and she was very beautiful, though he seemed to be looking at her through a fog…
Everything changed then. Where it had previously been dark, there was light. He stood now with that same woman standing before him. His hand came up to brush a lock of brown hair out of her face.
Strange… he thought. His hand was so large, so muscular. It was that of a man, yet he knew it to be his own. It fact, his entire body was larger now. Was this what he was supposed to look like when he was older?
The scene around him moved on although his thoughts seemed to be detached from his actions. The girl’s eyes pleaded with him, pulling at his heart strangely. How was that possible? He still couldn’t see her face, so how did he know how her eyes looked at him?
The woman moved forward, pressing her mouth firmly against his own, demanding his return as if her very life depended on it-
“Thor…!”
“Mrmmmm...”
“Pssst…! Thor!”
“Go ‘way….”
“Thor, please…!”
Thor cracked one eye open into the darkness of his room, his attention immediately focusing on the thin sliver of light coming in from his doorway.
“I was sleepin’…?” The tiny prince mumbled against his pillow.
“I’m sorry brother…. B-But… Can I come in?”
Thor stared at the shadowed figure in his doorway for several moments more before letting out a groan worthy of any fierce warrior. “Yes Loki, come in.” he said, dragging out a yawn as he forcibly pushed himself out of his plush, feather pillow.
Loki pushed the door open a bit further before scampering into his older brother’s bedchamber. His small feet slapped softly against the cold floor as he crossed the large room. When he came to his brother’s bed, he didn’t hesitate on climbing atop it and settling himself on the tangled sheets near Thor’s feet.
“What is it brother? It’s late and I was sleeping…” Thor grumbled, trying unsuccessfully to disentangle his legs from his linens.
Loki’s his arms around himself, his eyes dropping down to his lap. “I had a bad dream.” The young prince admitted softly.
Thor frowned and paused in attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes. “A dream?” he asked in replied, his own thoughts drifting to his strange vision. “About what?”
Loki’s eyes darted up to his brother’s for a moment. “Well… I remember being held by… Laufey. I was crying and kicking like a babe in his arms and he only looked down at me like… like I was his own…”
“Laufey? Why him?” Thor asked, tilting his head quizzically at his younger brother.
Loki gave a half-hearted shrug in response. “I’m… Not sure, but… That wasn’t the worst part.”
Finally, Thor managed to yank his legs free of their cloth prison so he could shift to sit on top of his sheets, cross legged like his brother was. “What could be worse than being a frost giant’s babe?” the blond prince joked with a grin.
Loki’s responding grimace wiped the humor off of his brother’s face. “It’s not funny brother. It was so real and… It scared me.”
Thor frowned at him. “What did you see?”
“I saw me, an older me I guess… And…”
“And what Loki?”
“….And I think I was trying to kill you.” Loki finished, choking back a sob.
It seemed to hit Thor then that his brother was genuinely hurt by this strange dream. Loki’s shoulders trembled and shook and even in the low light, Thor could see tear’s glistening in the corners of his brother’s eyes.
Tramping over the messy pile of sheets separating them, Thor gathered his younger brother against him. Loki fervently pressed himself into the hold, wrapping his own arms tightly around his brother’s chest.
“Come now brother… Don’t pay any heed to a dream.” Thor told him, nuzzling his head against his brother’s. “Do you really think you would do something like that?”
Rather than speak, Loki merely shook his head softly against where it was pressed into Thor’s shoulder.
“Exactly.” Thor said firmly, patting his back gently. “And besides, we’re brothers, no matter what happened that might lead up to a fight like that; we’d always work it out, right?”
“Right.” Loki replied, lifting his head to give his brother a little smile.
“But that other part of your dream, the thing with Laufey? That must have been really scary.”
Loki gave a nervous laugh and replied “Oh very.”
“I mean just having to look at his ugly mug would send me off to cling to father’s bedsheets in terror!”
The joke seemed to do the trick. Loki smiled and rubbed the tear’s building at his eyes with one sleeve. “I was lucky it was only a dream.” He said quietly. “Or else I would’ve had to deal with his horrible stench as well.”
Thor gave him a toothy grin. “Then you really would’ve been done for brother! Even I couldn’t have rescued you from such a horrible fate!”
“Not that you wouldn’t try though, right Thor?” Loki asked, his eyes hopefully seeking out his brother’s.
“I would take on all the armies of Jotunheim if you were in danger Loki. Nothing would stop me.”
“But what if I were Laufey’s son?” Loki asked quickly. “What if we weren’t actually brothers?”
Thor gave him a tight squeeze and continued to grin at him. “I wouldn’t care, Loki.” He insisted. “We’re brothers and no matter what, I’ll always love you like a brother.”