Re: [quicklog: thor and loki, asgard's dungeon]
[That flicker, that glimpse behind Loki's carefully constructed mask to something naked, something real and exposed if only for a beat did not soothe Thor. Was it too far? Had Loki finally pushed and taken until their only reconciliation would be a bloody one? Perhaps. Thor meant every word that he said and without its usual heat, it was hard to tell if his anger would pass as it usually did.
Turning his back on Loki, he did not look at him again as the golden shield dropped and he stepped out of the room that had been his cage for little more than a day. He muttered a quiet thanks to the guards, but did not fight them as they led him from the dungeon and outside to golden sun and light blue sky, stars visible just beyond the wisps of clouds. Clouds that he could feel, mold into a thunderhead, but he could not feel Asgard with any greater depth than his feet on her surface. Gone was the awareness of how she moved in the heavens, of her cycles and seasons and there was a small, aching part of him that wanted it back.
Not that it showed on his face or on the expanse of his shoulders or the hard, rigid line of his spine. Thor did not say anything as the pair of guards took him through the streets. Some gave him a wide berth and instead focused their anger and disgust into their looks, the unhappy twist of their mouth and their untrusting eyes. One threw a piece of rotting cabbage, another a chunk of bread, but he did not recoil from those either, just kept ploughing on until they had reached the edge of the city and the manacles around his thick wrists were removed.]
Thank you. [Not that the guards cared, one sneered.]
You heard the king. Don't come back, traitor. [The last words of the guard as they stepped back within the walls and the heavy doors shut him out. Alone. He was alone. He reached for Mjolnir, wondering if that bond too, had been severed, but it had not and a few moments later, she came bursting over the wall to settle warmly into his open palm. His head tilted back and he gave one last look at the high stone walls, specks of mica making them appear as if they were sparkling silver, before he turned and began to walk down the path leading away from the city.]