Thor catches shadows and sees a face in between striped blinds. He thinks he's dreaming.
The only thing that he's sure is real is the cigarette smoke lingering in the air.
His face buzzes like bad static. He's everywhere. He's nowhere else. Thor wants to reach out, but his fingers only touch air. At the back of his mind a voice taunts him, glassy eyes and a crooked grin.
The man with the fedora hides in plain sight, his greatcoat screaming guilty, get him, he's right there. But then Thor dares to breathe.
And then he's gone.
Thor wakes in the middle of the night. He lives under a starless sky, lives in a house where the shadows are long and endless.
"Brother?"
If Loki smiles, he can't see him.
They meet in a four-walled restroom deep within a three-cornered restaurant. The tiles are beaten, black gashes against stained white linoleum.
"You can't hide forever," Thor says. His reflection looks back at him, eyes steely, almost pleading. The tap runs, water rushing against the sink, spilling over.
The only thing that he's sure is real is the cigarette smoke lingering in the air.
His face buzzes like bad static. He's everywhere. He's nowhere else. Thor wants to reach out, but his fingers only touch air. At the back of his mind a voice taunts him, glassy eyes and a crooked grin.
The man with the fedora hides in plain sight, his greatcoat screaming guilty, get him, he's right there. But then Thor dares to breathe.
And then he's gone.
Thor wakes in the middle of the night. He lives under a starless sky, lives in a house where the shadows are long and endless.
"Brother?"
If Loki smiles, he can't see him.
They meet in a four-walled restroom deep within a three-cornered restaurant. The tiles are beaten, black gashes against stained white linoleum.
"You can't hide forever," Thor says. His reflection looks back at him, eyes steely, almost pleading. The tap runs, water rushing against the sink, spilling over.
This time Loki does smile ( ... )
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