Who: Loki and Thor Where: Thor's apartment in the Capitol When: Post-announcement, directly after these texts What: Loki has a lot of feelings... at Thor's face Warnings: Violence in the starter. High probability of mentions of forced prostitution
The word was livid. He'd seen this coming, of course. It was just like Thor to throw his life away for no good reason, as if there was no one else in all of Panem who cared whether he lived or died. Just like Thor to imagine that Loki would have any option of resigning or abstaining from his position, when the dramatic tension of having a Gamemaker with family in the Arena was so high. And now Thor thought that he could shrug him off, that their last face-to-face meeting would be during his individual demonstration?
No. Thor didn't get to make that choice even if, for once, he was the one trying to talk sense about what it might look like, a Gamemaker visiting a potential tribute in his home a month before the Reaping. But Loki didn't care. He didn't care about anything but this, and damn the Games. No one could do worse than what had already been done. No one but Thor, with his apathy and his chiding. As if Loki were child. As if Loki weren't his brother. As if he had any right to make Loki do this.
Loki knocked at Thor's door with a tightly clenched fist and then, when it opened, he barreled that fist smack into his brother's jaw and then threw all his weight behind one shoulder to try to set him off balance. Never in his life had Loki raised a hand against Thor -- what was the point? -- but if Thor wouldn't respond to words, then Loki was willing to supplement his rage with his fists. "You can't do this," he cried, and even he was a little shocked with how easily his voice broke now, how fast the heat swelled behind his eyes. He pulled back for another punch. "I won't let you. I won't let you."