Loki doesn't even take notice of the strange constricting sensation in his throat until Thor finally begins to speak to him again, and hears the same strain in his voice, in his words. Loki knows it is coming, that Thor is done with delaying what must be done. Loki is not familiar with helplessness, and for the first time in centuries, he is actually scared.
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.
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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.