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[hamm3rtime]

It was odd enough, for someone as large as Thor to be knocked to the ground, especially as he was currently in full armor.

It was several times odder, to find that he'd been knocked to the ground by his little brother, after having seen Loki die in his arms.

The Trickster didn't look entirely well, but that could possibly be attributed to the violent collision with Thor's chestplate. Breathlessly, Thor boggled uncomprehendingly at the man before him. It felt like a dream. It had to be. Loki was gone, along with their mother. Thor had been mourning them for so long.

Sprawled upon the ground, Thor managed a single, quietly broken query. "...Brother?"

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[hamm3rtime]

"Is that your choice?!" Thor howled, still weeping. "It is not mine!"

Forcing his burned hand to clench down on the dagger again, Thor finally managed to pull it out of himself. He didn't look at the blood. Not because of his training to keep his eyes on an enemy, but instead because looking at it would make the betrayal seem too real.

[throneenvy]

"The time when you had a choice about such matters is gone. You have chosen your affiliates, your Avengers and Odin, you must live with the consequences of those choices."

Just as he must live with the consequences of his own choices. Something that he found hard to do, on occasion. Not that he would admit that even to himself, for to do so would be to risk opening wounds better left closed.

[hamm3rtime]

Too much shouting had turned Thor's throat and lungs slightly raw. His tone sounded choking and strained because of it.

"I made no such choices! Do you think they do not think me a betrayer for rescuing you?! Well did you see, the way we fought each other upon that hill, for you left in the midst of it! Need I always choose you?! Above everyone as you hurt them?! Might I not choose all I love?"