For a heartbeat, silence. The golden hall itself seemed to hold its breath.
Loki's smile faltered, but only for an instant. He straightened on the throne, his tone still smooth though venom laced every word.
"Mother, he hurls accusations because he cannot stand to see me where he once sat above. Do you think me so reckless? If I wished Thor dead, he would not be standing here to level such claims."
Frigga's voice trembled. "Loki… answer me."
Thor's eyes blazed, his voice thundering through the chamber. "You sent it, brother! I saw the Destroyer with my own eyes—your magic burned within it. Do not deny what cannot be hidden."
Loki rose slowly from the throne, every inch of him draped in false majesty. His words struck like daggers.
"And still, you live. Strange, is it not? If I had truly wanted you dead, Thor, you would not have left Midgard breathing."
Frigga stepped between them, her hand raised as though to hold both sons at bay. Her eyes searched Loki's, desperate for truth.
"Why? Why would you do such a thing? Your brother is no enemy to you."
Loki's eyes hardened, the mask slipping just enough for the rage beneath to show. His voice cracked like ice.
"He has always been the enemy. Always the favored one, always the heir, always the son Odin cherished most. What am I, Mother? What have I ever been to him?"
Thor's grip on Mjölnir tightened, his voice raw but steady. "You are my brother."
The words hung there, cutting through the storm of bitterness.
But Loki only sneered, bitterness spilling over into venom. "No. I never was."
Frigga's face paled, her heart shattering as she whispered, "Loki…"
Thor stepped forward, stormlight gathering around him, his voice heavy with sorrow and fury alike.
"Whatever you claim, I will not allow you to twist Asgard with your lies. Step down, Loki—or I will drag you from that throne myself."
The silence after Thor's words was suffocating, broken only by the faint crackle of lightning crawling across Mjölnir's surface.
Loki tilted his head, eyes narrowing to slits, the sneer on his lips twisting into something darker—mocking yet wounded.
"You think yourself righteous, standing there with Father's hammer in your hand. Do you know what it is to live in his shadow? To be raised a prince yet never be seen as one? Odin never told you what I truly am, did he?"
Frigga's breath hitched, her hand lifting toward Loki as if to stop him from speaking. "Loki, don't—"
But he spread his arms wide, voice rising, venom and despair interwoven.
"I am not your brother. I am the monster kings tell their children about at night. I am the son of Laufey—left to die in the cold, taken as Odin's trophy. And you, Thor—" His voice broke into a bitter laugh. "—you were always the chosen one. I was never more than a shadow beside you."
Thor staggered a step, the truth striking harder than any blade. His knuckles whitened around the hammer's handle. "That changes nothing. Whatever your blood, Loki—you are still my brother. And you always will be."
Loki's eyes shimmered, something fragile flickering there before fury swallowed it whole. Frost bloomed at his fingertips, curling up his arms like serpents of ice.
"Do not speak that word to me again. I am no one's brother."
Frigga moved quickly, placing herself between them, her voice trembling but firm.
"Stop this madness! Loki, look at me—you are my son. No matter the truth of your birth, you are mine."
For the briefest heartbeat, Loki's expression softened, torn between rage and longing. But then his jaw tightened, and he lifted his hand. Ice shards formed in the air, glinting like knives.
Thor raised Mjölnir, lightning surging, his voice low and resolute.
"If you will not yield, brother… then so be it."
The throne room shook as storm and frost clashed, mother caught in the middle of a battle neither son truly wanted, yet neither willing to step away from.
The storm broke.
Mjölnir's lightning clashed against Loki's ice, the golden hall ringing with the sound of thunder striking frost. Shards of frozen spears shattered midair, scattered by arcs of stormfire. Thor advanced with each strike, his hammer crashing against Loki's illusions, shattering them as fast as they formed.
"Stand down, Loki!" Thor roared.
But Loki would not yield. He wove images of himself across the throne room—dozens of phantoms circling, their laughter echoing, their hands hurling blades of frost. Thor spun Mjölnir, a whirlwind of storm sweeping the fakes away until only the true Loki remained, panting, his arm trembling with strain.
A desperate blast of icy power surged from his palm, but Thor struck it aside, closing the distance in a heartbeat. Mjölnir whirled, knocking Loki's staff from his grip, the weapon clattering across the marble floor.
Loki staggered, falling to one knee. The storm crackled around him, Thor standing tall, hammer raised for the final blow. For an instant, silence fell again—Thor's eyes meeting Loki's, sorrow warring with fury.
Then Loki's lips curved into a bitter smile.
"You think you've won, brother? This was never about the throne… or you."
Before Thor could react, Loki spun away, frost exploding against the pillars as a wall of ice split the hall. Shadows twisted into phantom copies of him, their laughter echoing as they darted around.
"Brother!" Thor bellowed, smashing through the wall of frost, Mjölnir blazing with lightning. "Where are you?"
From the shifting phantoms came Loki's mocking voice, sharp and cruel. "Here, there… everywhere you'll never catch me, Thor!"
Thor's hammer struck the ground, shattering the illusions in a storm of sparks. At the far end of the hall, the real Loki appeared, his smirk curling like a blade. "You can't stop what's coming. I will open the path. The Jotuns will welcome me as their king!"
He turned, his form flickering with frostfire as he leapt into a surge of light—the Bifrost answering his stolen call.
But as the beam opened, a darker ripple moved within it. Alex was already waiting at the edge, his eyes calm, his presence cutting through the chaos like a blade of silence.
"You've run far enough."
Loki's smirk faltered, just for a breath. "You—"
Alex's fist snapped forward, shadows curling around his knuckles. It connected squarely with Loki's face, the crack echoing louder than thunder. Loki's body twisted, the stolen magic collapsing as he was hurled from the light. He crashed across the golden floor, the Bifrost seal sputtering and closing behind him.
"Told you, he will come here running" Alex said clamly looking at unconcious Loki as Heimdall at side nodded.
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