Title: The Lightning in the Storm Author: ThisIsMe Fandom: Marvel/Thor movies Genre: Angst/Poem-ish/AU Characters: Loki & Thor Summary: The result of me feeling like writing some kind of AU in study hall... which turned into an oddly poetic "If Thor killed Loki despite still loving him as his brother"... I'm sorry guys... Notes: Not really sure how I feel about this... it's like a mix between a poem and a story and it's a little strange. It was also an odd experiment with not specifically saying either Thor or Loki's names.... but whatever, enjoy if you can *NOT "Thorki" or anything like that, brotherly relationship only.... Disclaimer: Yup Marvel ain't mine... The Lightning in the Storm Lightning flashed. Thunder rumbled. A hammer whirled through the storm, Searching for its owner. Quiet in the night, green eyes faded into dull, dying grey; a young laugh lost its ring, never heard again Outside the minds of those it haunted. The lightning made way for the dark, moonless sky, but the air still cracked with draining adrenaline. Two hearts had been beating, Racing, Spiking, Both in fear; one in horror. For when the thunder rumbled off into the distance, Only one heartbeat remained. There had been no screams. No tears, no pleading. No empty promises or vengeful threats. His expression soft in paling death, he didn’t seem angry. Or hurt. Or betrayed. As if he’d seen it coming all along. In the eyes of the killer, twin storms swirled. Cloudy, teary, lost. A mirror of the whirlwind that raged and flew around him. It wasn’t murder, he assured himself, He hadn’t had a choice. But it didn’t help, and the droplets fell harder, Dripping together from the leaves and down his cheeks. In the storms, there were oceans, But he was too afraid to blink, Dreading the feelings that danced behind his eyelids. Years would play, in one half of a second. Of joy Of sorrow Of highs, and of lows, Of victorious triumph And heartrending blows. Of the hundreds of lifetimes they’d been through together As comrades, as best friends. And as something better. Brothers. It was a strong world, used far too casually in the human world. To them it defined such an offhand matter – Two men born of the same womb, Two men sharing of the same blood. But to the two souls alone in the middle of the storm, One dead; one alive, A brother meant so much more than just that. The term spoke of an unfathomable bond, Regardless of parentage, of status; of inheritance or alliance. It was the title of two warrior who fought together, Whether against a foreign army, A deadly concept, Or faced down devastation together with the force of their joint determination. It referred to two men who knew each other’s’ strengths And each other’s weaknesses. Who had congratulated the other on their greatest accomplishment And comforted them in their time of trial. It went so far beyond any physical bond, And in the end, when one went down, The other suffered too. So where his fallen brother’s face was peaceful in death, Tears streaked down his anguished own. He’d killed his brother without marring his body, But there was a gaping hole in his own heart, And an incurable ache in his chest. He knew he’d made he world safer, Protected millions of lives, But through his tear-stained, blurry haze, The universe seemed such a darker place, Without his brother by his side. _____________________ This is my first Marvel fic that I've posted; let me know what you think!