Somewhere on the Statesman in the land of Infinity War was a Fever Dream…
It had been the seventh time that evening.
Seven times now where Thor heard screaming from next door, seven times now where had Thor shaken his brother, a sweating, shaking mess awake.
After realizing each time he wasn’t being subjected to whatever horrors his dreams held, Loki always did his best to attempt to string together a composure.
“I’m fine.”
“I thought you were good at lying, brother,” Thor replied as he sat down on his bed next to his very annoyed looking adopted sibling, “Unfortunately, your dreams are betraying you. Loudly.”
I was doing some giffing and basically re-watched Thor for the purpose (like it was a sacrifice, haha), and I just realised something that gives me new heartache.
Look at this gif:
When Thor broke the Bifrost, he and Loki went flying into the air and would have both fallen into the Void if Odin hadn’t caught them. Thor had no idea – he just couldn’t know – that Odin was going to grab Thor’s leg and save both brothers from dying/becoming lost in the space-time continuum. Still, Thor grabbed Gungnir, for which Loki was trying to reach in some desperate attempt to save his life. Thor still wanted to save Loki, after everything that had happened, and Thor didn’t have much hope, but he saw Loki falling underneath him, trying to get a hold of anything, and they both went for the staff, Loki to save himself, Thor to save Loki, even when he had no way of knowing it was even going to work. But fuck, this hurts the man. Thor tried to be there for his little brother when everything was literally and figuratively falling apart around them, and by the Norns, they might both die, but they’ll die holding that staff together and Thor will die trying to save Loki.
Loki is the Philosopher King 