Brothers

It's an odd thing, to see this man he's known for so long just sitting there like some regular mortal. This man who he's been envious of for practically his entire existence. The mighty Thor, strong, solid, proud. Just sitting in a lush green field looking defeated, tired and broken. A cool breeze sends a few dried leaves dancing past the two men, the aroma of wildflowers in its wake. With a low grumble, Loki takes a few steps closer, his weight shifting as he tries to find the proper words.

"You look tired brother." His eyes look over the horizon. Odin was right, this is a beautiful spot. It feels like a it could be home, not his home of course, but maybe for someone else.

Licking his lips, Thor takes in a deep breath. "Do I?" Is it even possible for an immortal to be this exhausted. "I wonder if father ever felt it."

"I'm sure he must of. The weight and stress of everything...especially the concern for the well being and balance of the nine realms on is shoulders." The trickster clears his throat. "The lies."

"Yes. We must not forget that." Thor huffs. "You know I wanted to be just like him. Brave, Just, Fair. I always turned to him when I felt lost. Always thought he was so wize." Even though he's angered and feels betrayed by his father, Thor still loves Odin, still misses him. His council, his presence. Why did he never stop to think that maybe one day Odin would be gone. "I want to do better. Be better."

"You will." Loki folds his hands behind his back.

"I know he must of thought that what he was doing was for the benefit of our people...but…" Thor grabs a strand of grass and brings his attention to it. With a heavy sigh, his shoulders slump. Absentmindedly, he drags a hand through his hair and then is suddenly reminded of his missing eye when his fingers make contact with the plate. "I still miss him." Odin was the rock of stability and Thor's constant reassurance that in the end, everything would be alright. With that gone...

Loki sits down beside his brother, a hand hovering over Thor's shoulder, thinking better of it, he drops his hand down to his lap. "You'll do what's right for our people. Your heart's in the right place. You've learned from his mistakes. And from mine."

"Aye. But sometimes history repeats itself." A blue eye glances in the direction of his dark haired brother.

"Sometimes." Loki nods. The two men grow silent as they watch the sunset. "I...I'm usually better off on my own. Or…" He clears his throat roughly. "But if you need me to, I'll stay."

"That's uncharacteristically kind of you Loki. I'm surprised." The large man scoffs. "And I thank you for your offering. I just…I don't know what I need. What our people need."

"Well. Maybe, I'll just stay for a little while then." A small smirk spreads across Loki's face. "You know, until things quiet down."

"So what...like a millenia or two?" Thor tosses the grass aside and shakes his head, his smile growing wider.

"Maybe." A quick snicker. "That's assuming you don't get yourself into any more trouble."

The last rays of the sun appear over the water as they continue to sit there in comfortable silence. Laughter is heard far in the distance, their people are setting up a stable community, a safe haven for the time being. Thanks to the help of T'Challa, their people have a new start.

"He'd be proud of what you've done. For them." Loki dusts off his thighs and comes to a stand.

Thor looks up at his brother. "He'd think just as highly of you as well. You've done some questionable things Loki. But he'd be proud." With a tired groan, Thor stands and follows Loki back to the encampment. "Deep down you just want to prove your worth. Maybe more to yourself than anyone else." His eyes look over the movement of all the people walking around. "I'm just...happy that you're here brother."