"If you’re certain. Do you know where you will go?"
"Did I say you were helpless, brother?"
You can actually tell and feel when you’re starting to fade away from someone. The conversations get shorter, they get less meaningful, less exciting. You can feel the wall that’s coming up between you two. And then in the end, you’re back to being strangers.
"…What are you talking of, Niya?"
"I don’t know what’s really going on, but it’s one of the reasons the labs labeled me a mistake. Somethings up with my DNA and according to one of their files I might just have a few months."
"Niya, you are going to be fine. We’ll find a solution. You are not going to die."
"Concerned is more the word. Is anyone going with you?"
He should have known that the rain was the thunder god’s doing. They had been raised together, after all. However, in the rush of emotion and the seemingly-bottomless grief that had suddenly refused to be buried any longer clouded his mind and muddled his senses until he did not realize until Thor was standing several feet away.
For a moment, Loki was completely still, frozen save for his breathing, still choked with sobs and tears and hitching in his chest every so often. He had not thought that he would be facing Thor at that moment. Actually, he had not thought he would be facing Thor at all, yet there Thor was, obviously drawn in by his meager attempts at not drawing attention to himself.
"What," he growled out with all of the hostility of a cornered, wounded animal yet none of the energy needed to act on it. Fate was cruel, indeed, and especially cruel to the trickster alien-god. "What do you want?" His voice broke on the last word, cracking into a small whimper.
His initial response was everything Thor had expected. Hostile, bitter, angry; Everything Loki was towards him. The sounds of Loki’s voice breaking, caused Thor’s brow to furrow in concern. Despite everything, it was heart-breaking to hear his little brother cry.
The rain came to a halt as he saw just how saturated Loki was and he softly placed Mjolnir on the ground. His hammer wasn’t needed, not now. Loki didn’t even try anything- just remained huddled in the corner, barely holding back his sobs.
"…What is the matter?" Thor’s gaze skimmed over his brother, just how soaked through he was, and the water droplets that ran down his face. Despite the rain, it wasn’t difficult to tell they were tears. Thor wanted to sit by him, at least do something, but he decided to keep his distance for now.
He watched him, wary, all taut muscles and bitter anger that coursed through his veins, and beneath it all, there was so much sadness and despair that he hid artfully behind an act of nonchalance and devil-may-care. So few saw it, so convincing a liar was he.
The rain stopped, and for a moment, those green eyes left Thor to glance up at the sky, his hair sticking to his face and neck in a wet mess of tangled strands. It was then that he understood, that the rain was because of Thor, and because of Thor, it stopped, and the realization brought the bitterest of laughs bubbling up through his throat, wet with tears and pain. Always, it was Thor, perfect Thor, the perfect son, come to save the day. Once the laughter was gone, the fallen one looked at Thor again.
"…You made it rain on me," he finally answered with the slightest of smiles, and he wiped away his tears on his sleeve, though it did no good; he was soaked from the brief rain, soaked through to the bone. It was a lie, an attempt at evading the subject.
Loki’s laugh made the hairs on the back of his neck stand, sending shivers down his spine. The laughter was unnerving to say the least, the sight before him, just looking like his brother had finally lost it. Though the tiniest of smiles greeted him, Thor smiled back with a small snort.
"Not intentionally." Deciding he didn’t want to talk down to Loki, he moved the wall Loki was huddled against, and sat down against it himself. Though he distanced himself over an arms distance away- still being cautious of Loki’s personal space and tolerance of him. He threw his cape to the side, not wanting to sit down on it.
As his back met with the wall he let out a small sigh. He let a moment of silence pass by before looking over to his brother. “What is the matter, Loki?”
"Aye? For what purpose?"