∂σ уσυ тнιηк мє ωιcкє∂?

             ❝  i STILL believe in HEROES.  ❞

        thor had been dreaming. 

most nights, it was reliving the past. some nights…. some nights he had never seen those visions before. those were the nights he woke up in the middle of, trying to piece back together what all he had seen could possibly be.

a boy was running. black was his hair in green garb. the sun was shining over fields of golden wheat as thor found himself chasing him. no matter how fast he ran, the boy was faster. but he wasn’t afraid, the young one. he laughed most of the time, turning back to shout at the old thunderer. ❝ keep up, you big fool! ❞ 

somehow, he couldn’t.

waking up, the moonlight peering through a window from avengers headquarters, thor took a heavy sigh as his eye locked onto the stars. they seemed so dull from the mortal realm. 

the follow morning, thor took to both his hammers, mjölnir and stormbreaker resting criss crossed on his back, his crimson cape flowing overtop as he sat eating a bowel of mushed grains. he always let cereal sit too long.

this time, his mind was still piecing together. pushing grains and marshmallow around, he avoided eating the sweetened shapes first. somehow, that became a new mental game he’d play but no one seemed to question it either.

blackened hair. varying shades of green clothing… but the boy? from their childhood? he had no memory of that moment. big fool. indeed he was…

❝ i’m going to find my brother. ❞ it was a statement into the void, though if security had truly been listening in on avengers recordings in hq, they might be have reason to worry.

taking to the lawn where maintenance has tried to regrow the fauna over top thor’s last travel by birfrost, the old thunderer took to the skies and let his newest hammer lead on. he felt it. asgard was a people. and so few of them were left… but thor knew when one was present and now more than ever in the distant humming of his soul did he feel the connection to one very important being.

           loki wasn’t quite certain of most things -- like where he came from, who the man that shows up nightly in his dreams is, or if he has any family out there somewhere either alive or dead. what he had retained was his name and this inexplicable ability to do things that most people around couldn’t seem to. despite that and how convincing he was, one of his skills was not, in fact, palm reading. still, he found that making things up as he went was second nature. so he was able to make a nice little profit for himself on a day to day basis ( enough to keep him fed and clothed, that is ). 

                    ❝ i see... mm, yes, i see children in your future. blue eyed children with golden hair. at least... aha, yes... yes, at least three... ❞

          the man seemed to take note of everything said, listening intently as if he was certain it would come to pass. 

          ❝ i would avoid eastern europe, however. you will find nothing but misfortune there. ❞ 

          loki dropped the palm and nodded to indicate his reading was complete. his patron, enthralled, pulled out more money to exchange for further predictions but the woman with him had run out of patience and tugged him up from the stool he was sat at by the wrist, insisting he’d heard enough. 

❝i went down to midgard to rule the people of earth as a benevolent god… just like you.❞

           "I -- I am better now, Sigyn. This I promise            you... It was a bitter point in my history,             nothing more than that." But it was, and             he knew that. It had cost them everything.

                       At the mention of their unborn child, Loki                        moves to her without hesitation. His hands                        come to rest on her upper arms, fingers                         squeezing gently if perhaps only to stop them                        from trembling. How could he forget such a thing?

                                  It was etched in his memory, haunted his long                                   slumber. His eyes sting. He hasn't felt tears tug                                   at him in months, longer even. "I..."

           "It was my own doing, my choices that brought            about our ruin. As it always has been. There            is nothing I can say or do to ebb your pain. Nor            mine. Despite my poor choices, despite my             mistakes -- I wanted it too. I was ready to put            an end to it all and simply be with you." 

                                 "I could never bring myself to ask for your                                   forgiveness. We both know I am undeserving                                  of it. But I am sorry. More than I can properly say."

           ’ ‘tis almost frightening. no matter how               how hard i try, i can ne’er bring myself              to loathe you. nor can i e’en stay cross              with you for l o n g. ‘tisn’t fair. ‘

           "When we last spoke, I was not myself.             Rather... desperate. You know this...             you must have. Does it excuse what I             said? No, it never could... I don't expect            it to. I say things in anger that I do not mean..."

                        His breath hitches in his throat, choking on all the words he wishes he was                         able to say; words he's not sure she would believe even if he could.

           "Sigyn, I -- I cannot make it right. I know this.            If you wish not to speak to me ever again, I...            I would understand. It would hurt, yes. But            it is no less than I deserve." There's a pause.

           "Much has happened since then, Sigyn.            You know my words to be true. 'Tis not            an excuse but..." He's clearly struggling,             unprepared for this conversation but still, 

                                                           he's trying.

               The Shire? [He tilts his head curiously] I am guessing this is where you reside? Strange that Thor has made no mention of such travels to me.

            [Loki takes a step back, shaking his head and holding his hands up as if surrendering] 

           Of the two of us, who has been absent? And who has remained in one place -- waiting?

I do not wish to fight I simply...