He grunted as his other’s foot connected sharply with his ribs—and found that because he had been ordered to rise, he perversely wanted nothing more than to be a dead weight on the floor. Compromising, he rolled away into a sitting position, his back to his other. A risky move—but his own self wouldn’t really do him any harm—would it?
“I have betrayed Sif.” His voice was quiet. ”And yet—she returns. She has not given up on me. There must be something there—a trust, an affection…” He drew in a deep breath. ”And Thor—I say again that he has changed.”
It as difficult seeing himself act so weak. Was he usually like this? Was this why Thor always pushed him around? He needed his ‘soft’ side to get angry, prove to him that he wasn’t so easily beaten. He bent to his knees behind the other, a hand snaking it’s way around his neck. “You did not follow through with Sif. You backed out, left her more confused than angry. A mistake that should not have happened.” Weak echoed in his mind over and over. It was hard to keep from remembering that he was talking to himself.
“Keep saying that Thor is changed, but as long as I refuse to believe it, you will never truely believe it either.” His fingers tightened around the flesh of the other’s neck. How he wanted to squeeze the life out of him… but he would not… could not.
It took iron control for Loki not to move—and to keep his breath even and deep. He couldn’t control his pulse, though, and doubtless the other could feel the thunderous roar of the blood beating fast under his fingers.
“I left Sif confused—and so she would not hate me. She has hated me before and I could not bear it, though I wore such a smug face to hide it. Confusion at least has a chance at mending. Hatred…you cannot come back from hatred.”
He remained still, legs crossed, hands lose on his knees.
“You can tell me that I am wrong a thousand times,” his voice was thin but steady. ”but I believe that Thor has changed, and I will say it a thousand and one times.”
It was the last straw. His fingers pressed in on bone. A dark sense of satisfaction blended with his hatred as his second’s pulse quickened. He could almost feel the fear rise in his throat.
Loki pulled the other to his feet by his throat, his grip unrelenting. There was a sickening crack as he spun and shoved his second against the wall, head colliding with the force. He wanted to maim, injure, sew the other man’s mouth shut so he wouldn’t have to hear him speak any more.
“You’re right. We will never come back from hatred.”
Tom Hiddleston’s impersonations of Owen Wilson, Chris Evans and Samuel L. Jackson
This just made my day.