Loki can feel it in his tired, frosty bones. The weariness that forms his soul, the anger that powers his magic, the rage that has fueled him for the past quarter century as he worked endlessly to practically bathe himself in fire and ice, all for this moment.
Before him stands his brother, Hellbindi, a cruel and bloody smile on his face, a blue gauntlet around his hand with six gems adorning said gauntlet. In his other hand is a severed head, that of Loki's own pet roc, and Loki has to steel his heart to not react.
"BRRRRROOOOOOOTHER!" Hellbindi yells with glee, excited to see his most favorite person in the world. Loki says nothing, still gathering his magic in preparation for what is to come.
"My favorite person in this universe has come to see me shine, to see me succeed and I think, for once, I actually feel something!" He exclaims, arms spread in a welcoming manner. "Thank you Loki, for making me feel. For loving me as you have, and for genuinely being my brother." He then shakes his head. "Shame what happened with Sigyn and Torunn and all but...you know how things go." No, Loki does not 'know how things go.' Those two are precisely the reason Loki is here and why he must do what he must do.
"Hellbindi." Loki speaks softly. "My name is Loki Friggason. You hurt my wife, prepare to die." It is almost satisfying to see the hurt on his brother's face, his expression crestfallen as he holds the gauntlet-covered hand to his heart.
"H-how could you say something so hurtful?" He appears legitimately confused, and that makes Loki's heart burn with fury. How could this...incompetent hurt his Sigyn so? Take Torunn from her rightful place with her mother? Claim to be his brother?
Emotions boiling over, Loki unleashes his magic...and it does nothing. Hellbindi sits there, unharmed, not even noticing the attack. He attacks physically, and again nothing, just Hellbindi looking...bummed out by Loki's words.
"Why Loki? What did I ever do to you, for you to hate me?"
Loki snaps. He legit blacks out with so much unyielding rage and he knows not what he does, only that he still fails and that he ends up on his back, injured and panting, and Hellbindi is again hurt, emotionally, by his demeanor. Mournfully, Hellbindi strides over and holds Loki up by the throat, slowly tightening his grip.
"I'm sorry. I love you." He says quietly. Just then, a crackle in Loki's ear is heard, from a nonexistent earpiece. Loki is confused. Hellbindi is confused, but none of that matters.
"On your left." Comes a voice familiar to Loki, and suddenly portals open up all around him. From the portals step out Amora, Balder, Lorelei, Tyr, Egil, MegaThor, and Morgana Le Fey. Wait, Morgana Le Fey? Why? What did she--
"Whoops, wrong Lokiquest, my mistake." She says with a smile as she disappears. The momentum is gone now and everyone is just standing around, silent and unsure of what to do next.
"That was..." Hellbindi starts up, loosening his grip around Loki's throat.
"Awkward?" Hellbindi can only nod and place Loki back on his feet. Again, no one is sure what to do...and then Lorelei attacks, and all hell breaks loose.
By the end of it, only Loki is left alongside his brother. His allies are all facing insurmountable odds, in an endless army of Frost Giants, Loki clones actually, and they aren't faring well. Loki sees only one chance to make this work, he needs to take the gauntlet. Meanwhile Hellbindi is chuckling to himself, gauntlet raised into the air. Loki lunges, utilizing all of his magic, but he's only caught by the throat and thrown aside.
"Silly Loki, tricks are for kids." Hellbindi tuts. He then looks to the battlefield with his trademark bloodthirsty grin.
"I...am...Inevitable." He snaps, and the gauntlet shatters, the ice breaking down, the gems gone.
"I...am Loki." The hero of the quest belts out, before snapping his fingers and turning Hellbindi and his army to dust. One by one the army of Lokis dissolve, and Hellbindi is the only one left. Sitting down and looking his favorite person in the eyes, Hellbindi grins one last time.
"Well played, brother. Well played." And then he's gone. And then Loki collapses, the strain of the gems too much for his frail body. Slowly he withers away, held to the breast of his beloved nephew Balder, and the guardian of Asgard Egil as they prematurely mourn him. The rest stand around, awkward, sad, confused, at his passing.
"Why'd he even?"
"We were fine, though?"
"Dumbass."
And then the sweet prince of Asgard of Jotunheim closes his eyes for the final time.
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