Loki looked up at Thor, his eyes filled with so much sorrow that no words could ever describe. He looked down at the cold abyss of space and then back at Thor. He had made his choice. Loki let his fingers slip from the golden staff and he fell back into space.

Right here. And Thor did nothing. There was nothing he could have done; he had never felt so powerless before as he watched his younger brother slip away from him. Thor's heart was ripped apart once more as he stood on the shattered edge of the rainbow bridge, and relived the horror that plagued his thoughts ever since Loki let go. He should have been able to stop him. Done something. Anything. He should have been able to see early on that Loki had been slipping from him. Loki had been becoming more and more isolated from Thor and the other warriors. Thor saw Loki being put down by Odin again and again, usually for something that he was not at fault for. Thor should have said something then, some words of comfort for his brother. Whenever Odin had reprehended Loki, Thor had just stood there and did nothing to defend him. Another wave of guilt his Thor, and it was so powerful he could barely stay conscious. He was a coward. Though brave in battle, he couldn't even defend his brother from the harsh accusations of his father. Thor took a step closer to where the bridge dropped off into nothingness. Maybe he should jump too, he deserved it more than Loki had. He should have listened when Loki was trying to talk to him, before all of this ever happened. But he just ignored him. Paid no to attention to his brother's struggles and how Loki's heart was ripped to pieces every time he did. "I'm so sorry Loki," he whispered to himself, "I'm so sorry."