The STRAIGHT-UP DEATH meme
- Pick a character.
- Put their name and subject line in the header.
- Tagging people: RNG or just pick one below. Needless to say, this meme may contain TRIGGERS for death, violence and suicide.
- Posting people: the person who tagged you is now DYING.
- Have fun.
OPTIONS: - Illness: Self-explanatory. You're on your deathbed from a long and drawn-out illness. Time to call someone to your side for comfort, or for a confession...
- I Cannot Self Terminate: Maybe they're horribly injured, or maybe they've been mutated into a horrific monster. Either way, they can't tell anyone that they want to die--though no one doubts it. Will you be the one to take mercy on them?
- Execution: Once again, self-explanatory. You fought the law and the law won. This is probably the last time anyone will see you...or is the other character your executioner?
- Secretly Dying: Letting your friends and family know that you're terminally ill, or have been marked for death, or have a curse placed on you? No way. You'd rather keep them at ease. But all lies exist to be found out...
- And Make You Watch: This person has hurt you in every possible way, but you can't bring yourself to kill them...looks like there's no recourse but to kill yourself. But before you do it, there's just one way you can twist the knife a little...
- Bungled Suicide: You don't want to die, but can't think of any way to live. Fortunately, one of your friends has stumbled in at just the right time...
- Murder: Pretty self-explanatory. One of your characters is trying to kill the other.
- Fatal Accident: Drowned? Caught in a fire? Happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? All accidents and unhappy, untimely ends go here.
- Duel to the Death: You, sir/madam, have been offended in every possible way, and it's time to settle this once and for all.
- Old Age: Well, you've had a good run, haven't you? Somehow you managed to avoid all the other pitfalls your friends have, but everybody has to pay the piper eventually...
- Ghost: You're already dead. But you had some unfinished business to attend to, so you're making just one last visit...
- Other: Make up something or combine two or three!
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chopthatmeat2012-09-28 12:55 pm
[Closed thread with MAKEITACHALLENGE]
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A huge man takes a slow, faltering step forward and seems ready to collapse, his great height too much for him to bear - but then the white-bearded man behind him clears his throat and he straightens. Puts one foot in front of the other, a great hammer swinging at his side in time with his steps that mark the mere minutes left.
Seconds, perhaps.
There's a crowd around them, blurred in the downpour and fog, but he sees none of it, just the brother who is tied against a rock with his hair splayed everywhere from his exposure to the elements. The rain is Thor's fault, of course, but it's not something he can control when he's this upset. Another failing on his end towards Loki.
He looks every bit the madman the Asgardians have whispered him to be while the trial was being held. Thor hefts Mjolnir up a little higher, moreso because holding her in both his hands feels steadying.
Up above, a knife of lightning finally juts across the sky as if it means to rend it in half.
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Because that's simply too dangerous.
Unfortunately, Odin did not revoke his longevity, his omnipotence. Loki eyes the glimmering hammer in Thor's hand and knows if he were mortal, one blow would forever silence him in an instant. Death will not come so painlessly today, however.
Loki refuses to even glance at the thunder god until everything is drained in a blinding white light, and when the lightning dies, his eyes are cutting like daggers on the other's face. He can see that overwhelming weight of sorrow and dread in the man's face, and even wonders if somehow Thor is capable of being manipulated into backing down from this.
No, that is wishful thinking. Thor is an obedient dog, to the point of near spinelessness in the face of the Allfather. "Couldn't even give me an honourable death, brother?" Loki spits the final word like a snake, and he isn't even entirely sure Thor can hear him over the crackling hiss of the rain hitting every surface around them. "I always imagined for myself a glorious demise, or at least losing in a fair fight."
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Despite this, Thor has never felt so helpless, such a carved tool ready for someone else's use - but to give the execution of the Trickster Loki to anyone except himself is inexcusable. "Brother," and it's on that word that Thor's great voice finally wavers, "your glorious demise was quite some time ago, and not so full of laudable acts." Loki had given himself to the universe, to Yggdrasil, and to the Chitauri. He had been lost to glory for some time--
but that's not true. Even now when he knows he will die, Thor is watching Loki taunt him with hateful power, a spite and cunning that the world will surely be out of balance without. Where did his brother go?
Thor looks down and then begins to look back over his shoulder, at the Allfather, for advice, but knows he won't see what he wants. Or even what he needs. No, his gut is correct now. It has to be. He strides to close the rest of the distance and swings Mjolnir up in a great arc, lightning gathers behind him and crackles out -- as the hammer rents the metal chains in half, freeing Loki.
So long ago, it seems, they were in Heimdall's observatory and Loki had demanded that they spar, acknowledge the growing wedge of competition and greed and careless childhood acts. An entire millenium of days and Thor recalls that one, hardly a year ago, as surely centuries of time for things to change. To fall apart.
There's no smile on his face when he commands "Fight me," but there is a tearful promise in his eyes. An honorable death.
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Loki sneers then as Thor continues. Thor knows nothing of what Loki had achieved with the Chitauri even with losing the war, what power and knowledge he gained. Asgard is foolish to send him to his death, and Loki screamed these words to an ignorant king who is too deluded with his own tyranny that he would rather put the powerful prince to death. Foolish man, the Allfather. Loki only wishes he could live long enough to see the horror on Odin's face when the Chitauri come to Asgard for their revenge.
For a moment, Loki isn't entirely sure that the upswing of Thor's hammer isn't the devastating blow that will end him once in for all, and he shuts his eyes firmly, but only because the light is too much for him to peer through.
It then goes dark. Out of the snapping thunder comes the sound of rain again, and Loki feels that his arms are free. His eyes open before he can even think to do open them himself, just before Thor's demand.
Loki blinks. A fool would think Thor as being merciful, offering a chance at redemption, freedom. Loki is no fool; he has no power to use, no weapons to wield. This is still a death sentence. Honourable how, fighting so helplessly and weakly with a god of Thor's prowess? It will be laughable. Loki would rather be chained to this rock and take the beating he had coming.
The mud is wet and cold in Loki's palms as he feels the limp chains in the puddle he is in, which are still attached to his wrists with metal shackles. When he smiles, it is an expression saturated in malevolent venom ready to poison anyone who looks upon him.
"Certainly."
With movement like lightning, Loki lashes the chain on his right hand out and it whips around Thor's ankle, gripping him firmly. Loki yanks on it with all the might he can muster in such a quick movement, and feels when the mud beneath Thor's foot gives obediently.
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Loki, clever as he is, can't go anywhere, can't hide, and Thor hates everything for that fact. Their terrible, too-short dance of their centuries of life has suddenly come to an end, has burnt itself out in the sudden heat of their hatred and betrayed trust.
Thor feels his ankle caught and the mud aiding in his sliding, but he plants his other foot all the firmer, rocks back away from it with a roar and has only a slight stumble to show for it. He lunges forward and isn't sure what guides his swinging arm more - a sense of terrible, chaining duty or the honest anger boiling in his chest over the cruelty of their sentences.
Because to kill Loki is killing a part of himself, something which Thor is still trying to not have to come to grips with.
Mjolnir curves in an arc that's headed for Loki's shoulder, intent on knocking him down.
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And as expected, Thor sends the hammer out and at Loki. The trickster god for a moment thinks to evaporate into the air like the fog surrounding them -- before he recalls the absence of his power. All he is capable of is moving out of the way, but the delay and the speed of Mjolnir's flight means that Loki does not move out of the path of danger in time. Instead of clipping his shoulder as anticipated, the solid force of the unworldly dense hammer crushes the bone of his upper arm.
Loki is sent spinning back like a cloth doll being discarded, except screaming with reasonably more life. He lands in the mud on his front, growling muffled into the other arm he has left. Agonising pain is pounding through his now useless left arm, and he has to glance at it laying limply at his side to make sure it hasn't been torn clear off. No, it is still mostly in tact...but he is fairly sure his arm isn't supposed to bend such as it now is.
Loki uses his right arm to pull himself up, panting through the ache that is making his vision blurry, but he finds his footing. His eyes fall on Thor once again, but he paces in a wide curve around him like a predatory animal, chain strangled in bone-white knuckles. He can't quite manage a proud saunter like he would be wont to do.
What to do, what to do...perhaps to wait and see what Thor does. Loki made the first strike; now he wanted to see what Thor's next move will be.
"Can you really kill me, Thor?" Loki's voice is louder than it had been previously; he still can't shake the urge to cry out as the pain in his arm reaches up to his shoulder. "Can you live with the burden of my murder in your hands?"
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"It's not murder," he argues, thinking of the pain he'd seen in his father's face, in his mother's face when they had discussed Loki's sentencing. It's for a just cause, it's a mercy killing, it's the only way to truly punish the wrongs done by someone who's deluded himself about everything.
This isn't the Loki he traded battle scar stories with, who he played hooky and plotted talking to girls with. This is a feral beast whose eyes still bore right through his soul and...Thor can't fool himself.
"You had your chance to save yourself!" And stubborn, prideful Loki had seen it too far beneath him to apologise, to beg for the mercy so many in Asgard thought he didn't deserve, but which would have been granted to him if he'd been in earnest.
The strike of anger from that thought is enough that Thor feels he's been hit in the gut, and his own eyes are wide with painful rage as he rushes Loki, Mjolnir coming forward in a backswing - this time for his brother's chest.
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There is no time for more remarks when Thor is charging at him with his weapon sailing through the air right at him. Loki is more prepared to evade; a spinning side-step later he's out of the path of Mjolnir's strike, and Loki uses the momentum of his movements to whip out the chain connected to his not-demolished arm. The metal line flies out and wraps around Thor's throat, and with what strength the has with one arm, he pulls roughly.
"You think your suffering greater than mine. You haven't the vaguest idea of what it is like to lose your place in the world, you don't know what it means to live second best!" The words come out on growling, desperate breaths as he yanks the chain in his hand, drawing Thor and himself closer until he is just behind the thunder god, fist firmly around the base of the chain so tightly wound around Thor's neck. "Redemption isn't something the Allfather wants for me. Instead he wishes to have me put down like a sick dog. It's easier that way, isn't it? Is it easier, Thor, to just kill me?"
you mad bro?
This isn't a fair fight, and even if Loki were able to arm himself properly it wouldn't be. It can't be, not without his brother's magic, and Thor is being a fool to lie to himself that it matters to give this useless show of mercy. He's rearing back already, hands gripping the chain and thrashing back and forth, Mjolnir gripped up against his jaw because he refuses to put her down.
She can make this end swifter than his bare fists can.
As Thor jerks his torso back and to the side, he catches the fuzzy outline of what is unmistakeably their king in the rain, watching - Thor can nearly feel the hurt pouring off of him, and he's not sure if the larger part is from knowing he's put a son to death, or realising just what it's doing to his other son to carry out the sentence.
He looks away and instead flips around in Loki's grasp, his large body not clumsy but naturally a little unwiedly, and their armored forms touch, bash against each other in his haste. There's the briefest of moments, as Thor pushes forward with his legs and grips Loki's shoulders, that he can pretend he's tackling his younger brother to the ground while they're at play as children.
Any moment now, Loki will disappear and this will be revealed to be a double, a mere trick, and they'll laugh about it as Thor runs himself ragged trying to find the real one.
But they hit the muddy ground hard, with a squelch of puddles and crumbling, wet earth and Thor still has a grip on this older brother-turned-madman who may or may not have been redeemable, had their culture been the sort to give third chances.
SUPA MAD BRO
Thor won't even respond to his taunts now. In the deepest recesses of Loki's mind, that scares him. Is the heir so prepared for Loki's death that he sees no reason to react to his words any longer? There is no need to argue with a man with a death sentence, after all. Their bickering was reliable, expected, familiar. Had they lost that, too? Well why not, they have nothing else left between them.
"Have you nothing to say to me? You really must be out of excuses now! If you really wish to see me dead, then do it!" Loki thrashes angrily, yanking on the chain around Thor's neck until it is free, and uses it to whip at the godling's back. It's a sad, latch-ditch effort at retaliation. "Do you prefer to inflict as much suffering before-hand as possible? Or perhaps are you too much of a coward?"
Loki can take this no longer. His dread of death is now desperation for it. He is naked of his power, his ego, and now his life -- and now prolonging the inevitable is making it all the harder to anticipate. Death will be a relief of his agony...but the last thing he is going to do is beg Thor to put him out of his misery. Even without his pride, he will shield the empty spot where it used to be. He is capable of nothing else.
Re: SUPA MAD BRO
Thor is indeed out of excuses - to prolong this. His heart, so recently beating fit to leap from his chest, feels as though it's given up on him. His chest feels cold and empty and it's reflected in his eyes, so easily showing his emotions. "Loki," he breathes, and it's a death rattle of his own. A little bit of the fire that all know Thor for is gone from his eyes, remiss everywhere except in his duty-bound hands.
Mjolnir is retrieved from where she sticks in the cloying mess around them, mud slipping across the handle but sadly not interrupting Thor's grip. "I am no smith with words as you are, but I have one thing to say." No, there's a fire again - his eyes burn hotly, wet trails of tears joining the rain on his face. Thor thinks he sees one of them fall to collect on Loki's neck, but surely it's just the storm he's conjured around them, that feels fit to rent them in two.
If only his lightning could do it for him and he didn't need to watch, but Thor must. He can't look away. "I love you." He can't do this.
His shoulder contracts, arm muscles bulging angrily with a burst of traitorous movement, and Thor's hammer comes down on his brother's head.
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And as if this has all been rehearsed -- or, Thor is just that predictable -- Loki weakly shakes his head when he realises what the "one thing" Thor intends to say is. That is absolutely the last thing Loki wants to hear Thor say. Not today, not now. He hasn't the heart to hear it.
Tears spill from Loki's eyes, immediately masquerading as rain droplets drenching his face just as the hammer raises up to come sailing down on his cranium.
"Thor, I--" Loki doesn't even see the large metal weapon before it connects with his temple, his gaze is firmly locked on Thor's face -- those unbelievably bright blue eyes -- for the final moments before the enchanted tool collides with his face, blinding him instantly when the hammer crushes the left front of his skull.
The demolition of the left-most side of his head leaves Loki rather immediately incapable of making more than gurgling, howling cries from the incredible pain. Words and complex thought have ceased, so it could be said that at least he is not aware of anything outside from the physical suffering, but it is a horrifying display when he writhes and contracts his body beneath his not-brother's.
Even with the complete blindness in one eye and significant blindness in the other, Loki's right hand reaches out meekly for Thor, grabbing at his torso while the left hemisphere of his brain still holds some function of the right side of his body, but even that fizzles out once the battered organ becomes incapable of sending out such signals to the extremeties. His hand eventually goes limp and drops into the puddle of soaked dirt.
Loki is not physically dead, but everything that made him who he was is now shattered in the mud, useless, gone.
Thor, I'm sorry.
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His hand reaches out, slick already with mud and fast becoming gloved in blood as well, when Loki mindlessly grips at him. Thor both knows and doesn't know his brother, can't fathom the hateful ice that must have grown in him over time in resentment - but he'd like to think that he knows he sees his sentiment returned in Loki's eyes before that light is extinguished.
He holds his brother's hand where the limb had jerked out drunkenly at him, sitting up above Loki and he can hardly believe Mjolnir is still in his hands.
Thor would never have thought himself still worthy of anything, let alone such a weapon, but it seems old ideas of heavenly justice are triumphing over instinctual brotherhood today in every respect.
He makes the next one swift and emboldened with some of his lightning, but after the final blow even Thor cannot easily look at Loki's body. Mjolnir finally slides from his hand onto the wet ground, his fingers dripping with watered-down blood as the rain pelts in as if to cleanse him. Impossible.