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Title: Enough
Fandom: Thor/Avengers (AU movie!verse)
Summary: Written for the following prompt at norsekink
Thor is really fed up with his brother escaping him/the Avengers/SHIELD again and again (and again) and he decides to put an end to this, at least temporary. They fight and he uses Mjölnir to immobilize his brother - by crushing his limbs. And I´m talking arms AND legs.
Wether he needs to, because there are other villains; he just throws the hissy fit of the century or something totally different is up to anon. I just... really want a badly hurt, immobile Loki.
"That is enough, brother!" Thor's voice rang out over the battle. The God of Thunder's face was dark with anger, and the glare he leveled at his younger brother was enough to shatter the Bifrost all on its own.
This anger was more reminiscent of Thor from their earlier days, not the new heroic version. It had never heralded anything good in the past. Loki paused momentarily, taken slightly aback. He recovered quickly, however, hiding his surprise with a smirk.
"Enough, is it?" Loki taunted. "Very well, brother - I can give you and your little friends time to regroup."
The battle had been growing boring anyway. One would think that the Avengers barely tried against his illusions anymore. They had begun treating him more as their own personal nuisance than a serious threat, and it was rather insulting. Perhaps he would take the time to find something truly impressive to set against them next time.
Thoughts already occupied by fire and large serpents, Loki moved to gesture to cast the spell to transport himself back to his current home. Instead, he found himself restricted by a firm grasp around his forearm.
"I said that was enough," Thor growled. "You have wasted more than enough of our time, and now you must stop."
He punctuated his statement by squeezing Loki's arm tightly. The bones shifted in his grip, and Loki hissed slightly in pain.
"But, brother," he drawled, keeping his voice light and mocking, "we've been having such fun." A bare thought, and he was behind Thor, arm free. He used it to tap at Thor's back, just between his shoulder blades - a challenge and a denial of intimidation.
Rage flooded through Thor. He had more than had enough of Loki's behavior. Centuries of tricks and mischief, and then the past years of repeated attacks had finally built beyond the point of tolerance. And this was the last straw.
"ENOUGH!" he thundered. More quickly than anyone would have given the large man credit for, he had grasped his brother by the throat and thrown him forcefully towards the ground several stories below. Thor quickly leapt down after, landing heavily on the cracked pavement. Loki was pushing himself to his feet, eyes wide in a pale face as he stared up at Thor.
"Brother - " Loki began, but Thor cut him off.
"No." he growled. "Enough of the lies and tricks and sorcery. You shall be taught a lesson, and hopefully this will be more lasting than the last."
If possible, Loki's face paled even further. He had not yet forgotten having his mouth sewn shut to "keep him from his lies and trickery", still suffered nightmares of the helplessness those years had brought. The trickster thrust his hands forward, ready to throw his brother away from him. He had no intention of reliving that horror.
Thor grabbed his arms before the spell was even cast, grip tight and bruising. Then shoved, hard, so that Loki stumbled and fell to his knees. Thor glared down at him.
"You did not learn then. Perhaps this will teach you more effectively!"
He drew back and brought Mjölnir harshly down on Loki's arm. The echoing crunch nearly drowned out Loki's cry of pain as the younger god collapsed to the ground. Again, the hammer struck. And again. Loki kicked out, foot connecting with Thor's chest as he tried to get away. Red filled Thor's vision, and he dragged the struggling form back and aimed his ire at the offending limb. The world faded away as he let Mjölnir speak for him, battering out his anger and frustration. Dimly, he could hear shouting as though it were coming from a great distance.
"Thor! Stop!"
"Dear God. Someone - grab him, grab his arms - something!"
Hands on his arms, attempting to tug him away.
"Stop! Thor, dammit, stop!"
With a growl, he shook off whoever was fool enough to attempt to control him. Punishment was due, and he would see that it was meted out. He raised his hammer again.
A punch to the jaw sent him stumbling back, and he stared at Tony in surprise. The Iron Man was shaking his hand, the punch having been hard enough to feel even through the suit. His visor was back, and he was looking at Thor as though the God of Thunder had suddenly turned into something horrific. The rest of the street began to filter back into view - everything too bright and crisp. The rest of the Avengers were gaping at him in disbelief, and perhaps a bit of fear. Natasha turned away, one hand over her mouth, looking ill.
Steve was kneeling by a crumpled form on the ground. His hands hovered inches away as he struggled between the urge to help, and the fear of causing more harm. The look on his face was completely stricken, and Thor became acutely aware of a soft whimpering coming from the figure.
No. Not just any injured bystander. Loki.
Thor lurched unsteadily back to his feet, intent on moving forward to help his little brother. Tony and Clint moved forward, blocking his way.
"Hey, big guy, why don't we take it easy for a minute, there," Tony said, voice deceptively amiable. He held up his hands, relaxing marginally when Thor stopped. "You and me are going to head back now, and they're going to look after Loki. Okay?" It was not actually meant as a question.
Behind them, Steve carefully lifted Loki from the ground. Nothing would have been careful enough. He could feel shattered pieces of bone shifting as he stood, and Loki cried out, struggling weakly. Steve tried to soothe him, feeling close to being sick. Loki had always been their enemy, but this was beyond what he would have done to anyone. Particularly by their own brother.
"Hank?" he said, tapping his comm-link. He swallowed thickly. "We're going to need you on stand by in the Med Bay."
Fandom: Thor/Avengers (AU movie!verse)
Summary: Written for the following prompt at norsekink
Thor is really fed up with his brother escaping him/the Avengers/SHIELD again and again (and again) and he decides to put an end to this, at least temporary. They fight and he uses Mjölnir to immobilize his brother - by crushing his limbs. And I´m talking arms AND legs.
Wether he needs to, because there are other villains; he just throws the hissy fit of the century or something totally different is up to anon. I just... really want a badly hurt, immobile Loki.
"That is enough, brother!" Thor's voice rang out over the battle. The God of Thunder's face was dark with anger, and the glare he leveled at his younger brother was enough to shatter the Bifrost all on its own.
This anger was more reminiscent of Thor from their earlier days, not the new heroic version. It had never heralded anything good in the past. Loki paused momentarily, taken slightly aback. He recovered quickly, however, hiding his surprise with a smirk.
"Enough, is it?" Loki taunted. "Very well, brother - I can give you and your little friends time to regroup."
The battle had been growing boring anyway. One would think that the Avengers barely tried against his illusions anymore. They had begun treating him more as their own personal nuisance than a serious threat, and it was rather insulting. Perhaps he would take the time to find something truly impressive to set against them next time.
Thoughts already occupied by fire and large serpents, Loki moved to gesture to cast the spell to transport himself back to his current home. Instead, he found himself restricted by a firm grasp around his forearm.
"I said that was enough," Thor growled. "You have wasted more than enough of our time, and now you must stop."
He punctuated his statement by squeezing Loki's arm tightly. The bones shifted in his grip, and Loki hissed slightly in pain.
"But, brother," he drawled, keeping his voice light and mocking, "we've been having such fun." A bare thought, and he was behind Thor, arm free. He used it to tap at Thor's back, just between his shoulder blades - a challenge and a denial of intimidation.
Rage flooded through Thor. He had more than had enough of Loki's behavior. Centuries of tricks and mischief, and then the past years of repeated attacks had finally built beyond the point of tolerance. And this was the last straw.
"ENOUGH!" he thundered. More quickly than anyone would have given the large man credit for, he had grasped his brother by the throat and thrown him forcefully towards the ground several stories below. Thor quickly leapt down after, landing heavily on the cracked pavement. Loki was pushing himself to his feet, eyes wide in a pale face as he stared up at Thor.
"Brother - " Loki began, but Thor cut him off.
"No." he growled. "Enough of the lies and tricks and sorcery. You shall be taught a lesson, and hopefully this will be more lasting than the last."
If possible, Loki's face paled even further. He had not yet forgotten having his mouth sewn shut to "keep him from his lies and trickery", still suffered nightmares of the helplessness those years had brought. The trickster thrust his hands forward, ready to throw his brother away from him. He had no intention of reliving that horror.
Thor grabbed his arms before the spell was even cast, grip tight and bruising. Then shoved, hard, so that Loki stumbled and fell to his knees. Thor glared down at him.
"You did not learn then. Perhaps this will teach you more effectively!"
He drew back and brought Mjölnir harshly down on Loki's arm. The echoing crunch nearly drowned out Loki's cry of pain as the younger god collapsed to the ground. Again, the hammer struck. And again. Loki kicked out, foot connecting with Thor's chest as he tried to get away. Red filled Thor's vision, and he dragged the struggling form back and aimed his ire at the offending limb. The world faded away as he let Mjölnir speak for him, battering out his anger and frustration. Dimly, he could hear shouting as though it were coming from a great distance.
"Thor! Stop!"
"Dear God. Someone - grab him, grab his arms - something!"
Hands on his arms, attempting to tug him away.
"Stop! Thor, dammit, stop!"
With a growl, he shook off whoever was fool enough to attempt to control him. Punishment was due, and he would see that it was meted out. He raised his hammer again.
A punch to the jaw sent him stumbling back, and he stared at Tony in surprise. The Iron Man was shaking his hand, the punch having been hard enough to feel even through the suit. His visor was back, and he was looking at Thor as though the God of Thunder had suddenly turned into something horrific. The rest of the street began to filter back into view - everything too bright and crisp. The rest of the Avengers were gaping at him in disbelief, and perhaps a bit of fear. Natasha turned away, one hand over her mouth, looking ill.
Steve was kneeling by a crumpled form on the ground. His hands hovered inches away as he struggled between the urge to help, and the fear of causing more harm. The look on his face was completely stricken, and Thor became acutely aware of a soft whimpering coming from the figure.
No. Not just any injured bystander. Loki.
Thor lurched unsteadily back to his feet, intent on moving forward to help his little brother. Tony and Clint moved forward, blocking his way.
"Hey, big guy, why don't we take it easy for a minute, there," Tony said, voice deceptively amiable. He held up his hands, relaxing marginally when Thor stopped. "You and me are going to head back now, and they're going to look after Loki. Okay?" It was not actually meant as a question.
Behind them, Steve carefully lifted Loki from the ground. Nothing would have been careful enough. He could feel shattered pieces of bone shifting as he stood, and Loki cried out, struggling weakly. Steve tried to soothe him, feeling close to being sick. Loki had always been their enemy, but this was beyond what he would have done to anyone. Particularly by their own brother.
"Hank?" he said, tapping his comm-link. He swallowed thickly. "We're going to need you on stand by in the Med Bay."