i’m not dead ya’ll. just having shit writers block, but i’m trying to force my way through it. wrote this just real fast. warning for slight mentions of blood and sewing flesh together. ( ao3 link )
There were many things Thor had seen and done in his lifetime. From the good—births, joyous parties, intimacy. To the bad—deaths, war, unspeakable things. But, this… this was something altogether new. Terrifying. Horrifying in ways that he never thought possible. Faced with this task was never something he wanted and he thinks that he would rather slay one thousand men than do this…
They are alone. It had been Thor’s request. Not only to keep his own shame hidden, but to spare his brother the shame of being watched. Though, he thinks, that perhaps Loki would not have minded. Or maybe he would have—he is terribly difficult to read. Though, Thor never could. Now he regrets never paying closer attention, he regrets not giving more love to his brother. If only he knew then what he knows now, he would give up everything to go back and fix it all.
But, it is too late for that.