Here's the third and FINAL chapter!

This chapter is Thor's POV of the first time he sees Loki in The Avengers, during the time he's flying with Loki to the cliff. This idea was also suggested by YouThereintheTrunks ^.^ (THANK YOU SO MUCH! :D)

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The wind flitted about your feet and swirled raindrops in your hair, howling lonely and mournful. It lashed out at your face in streaks of silver, like dagger blades. Stinging against your wounds, icy cold as his piercing eyes, those eyes you used to know so well, they now stared at you. Haunted. Gleaming like the eyes of a predator; like the intense gaze of a hunted creature.

He was pale as the dead and dark as death. His sharp features were gaunt, and the darkness seemed to cling to him, pooling around his sunken eyes and seeping from the cracks in his smile.

And suddenly you had no idea what to do. It sent cold tremors down your spine and the frost traced patterns of fear across your skin like pulsing veins, your heart hammering and pounding to the beat of the pouring rain. And you could almost hear the whispers amongst the shadows that settled around you like a cloak, stifling your wordless cries.

Between each lightning strike, like the memory of a smile, you tried to hold on to something that faded away even as you tightened your grip around his jaw.

As you gazed into his hallowed eyes, all your darkest fears were realized. He looked so sick, so scarred, and you wondered why you were so surprised, to see the proliferation of his pain, to see just how much he'd changed.

You searched his face desperately for something, anything familiar in his cruel features. He was the person you'd always thought least capable of being cruel. Mischievous, yes. But never cruel.

The thunder rumbled around you like a roar of anger, reverberating through your bones. And you couldn't help but feel it tearing you, blaming you, for everything that he had become. For not noticing how much he hurt, even as he bled before your eyes.

For not telling him you loved him.

You wanted to speak, but the words wouldn't form together in your mind, and you wished, not for the first time, that you possessed his easy eloquence. But such an ability to express was beyond you, and you knew naught what to say.

You wanted to embrace him close, to feel him breathing, gloriously alive. You basked in his presence, and yet something didn't feel right. Something about the way his skin was icy to your touch, as if all the warmth that used to emanate from him had been leached away. Something about the way he carried himself like someone walking proudly into a losing battle, who knew how it was all going to end, and had embraced his fate with open arms since he had nothing left to prove.

You had fought your share of enemies, you recognized the expression of fearless resignation. You had fought your share of wars, but you'd always had him on your side, fighting right beside you. It had never occurred to you that one day you would be looking at him on the other side of the enemy line, and that the love between you could corrupt into such potent hatred.

And yet here you both were, shooting through the gloom towards a lone pool of light, the thought-filled silence between you tense and palpable enough you could have shattered it with your hammer, and watched it break and fall into the darkness; like he had broken and fallen from the bifrost.

It was cruel that such a fate had befallen him. But you would find a way to save your brother, because you couldn't stand to lose him, not again. Never again.

He was the cold to your heat, the darkness between your flashes of light, the graceful cunning to your brute strength.

What were you without him?

The end! I hope you all enjoyed it *-*

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