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entranceway2012-09-10 07:17 pm
not_a_troll) wrote in entranceway2012-09-10 07:17 pm
06. [action/voice/text]
[Since his brother isn't answering all the messages he is sending him Loki finally gets out of his bed to go to him. It is not that he is able to avoid the conversation he needs to have with him. He walks through the hallway and stops in front of Thor's quarters, knocking the door a couple of times.]
Brother? Are you inside? We need to speak.
[When there is no answer he contemplates to walk back to his own room but instead he opens the door to take a look inside.
It is empty, except for a closet and a bed. As if this room has never belonged to Thor in the first place.]
Brother...?
[Eventually Loki leans against the doorway and stares into the room, arms crossed. He knows very well its useless to start a frantic search. Or ask any other denizen of Wonderland for help.
He lets out a long sigh and turns around to walk off. But that walk turns into a run and eventually he is racing through the hallway, finding his way to the attic and up to the roof. He should not cry, Loki did not cry, but this might be one of those exceptions because once the tears start rolling he is not able to stop them anymore.
He runs to that far end where you can sit and look out over the forests, leaving his communicator a couple of feet away from him. It is on, but the only sound others can hear is the wind and very soft sobbing in the distance.
His brother killed him and left without a word.]
[[OOC: Feel free to encounter him in the hallways/the roof or laugh at the gross sobbing he's doing. He got himself killed during the event when Thor slammed him into a wall and Loki kind of broke his neck there.]]
Brother? Are you inside? We need to speak.
[When there is no answer he contemplates to walk back to his own room but instead he opens the door to take a look inside.
It is empty, except for a closet and a bed. As if this room has never belonged to Thor in the first place.]
Brother...?
[Eventually Loki leans against the doorway and stares into the room, arms crossed. He knows very well its useless to start a frantic search. Or ask any other denizen of Wonderland for help.
He lets out a long sigh and turns around to walk off. But that walk turns into a run and eventually he is racing through the hallway, finding his way to the attic and up to the roof. He should not cry, Loki did not cry, but this might be one of those exceptions because once the tears start rolling he is not able to stop them anymore.
He runs to that far end where you can sit and look out over the forests, leaving his communicator a couple of feet away from him. It is on, but the only sound others can hear is the wind and very soft sobbing in the distance.
His brother killed him and left without a word.]
[[OOC: Feel free to encounter him in the hallways/the roof or laugh at the gross sobbing he's doing. He got himself killed during the event when Thor slammed him into a wall and Loki kind of broke his neck there.]]
action.
Not to cave in to disappointment, not to think he is the one to blame, not to lose faith in his brother. After all, he tried to help. All he did was trying to help.
There is nothing wrong with coming to someone's aid.
He notices the footsteps when he moves his hands through his hair while chewing his bottom lip. Quickly he glances over his shoulder and he wishes he could crack some witty remark at Natasha, but well, wit isn't his forte right now.
Loki remains silent, still chewing his lip to prevent more tears from coming out.]
action.
It's awkward, this situation. Not knowing what to say. What did you say to someone, when their loved one was gone? That was, assuming that Loki loved Thor. He had to, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't be reacting this way.
After a moment, she ventured with:]
Thor wouldn't leave you on purpose.
[She'd at least surmised that much by the empty room she'd passed on her way up here.]
Re: action.
I know.
[He hopes his brother would not ever remember what had happened here. There is a long silence before he speaks again.]
It is not comforting.
[He touches the back of his neck, rubbing it slowly, its still rather painful and stiff there. And while doing so he mutters something really soft and more to himself then anyone else.]
...I miss you.