thoseweirdthings:

ATONEMENT

“Brother, my friend, sometimes I’m envious, but never doubt that I love you.”

“You will lie anymore.”
The return to Asgard was cold. His brother had always ensured that everyonewas waiting for him, that everyone only wanted him back. He told him they mourned his disparition. If everyone was waiting for him? Yes, indeed. But the reception they reserved was not as nice as what Thor seemed to think.
All his life during he lied, small lies just foolish at first, insignificant, but when you start lying, you can not stop the thing. And he lied too much for the people of Asgard.

He returned, muzzled like an animal, and had not any time to review anyone on his return. He was placed in a sort of prison, dark and cold, far from the palace banquet. If the muzzle had been removed and they had to ensure thathe will no more talk, no more lie, his mouth was sewn. It was his brother, Thor who had to do it, and he fulfilled his task in silence, he did not refuse, but in his eyes for a moment Loki could see a shine, a sorry light. To see and feel you lips sewing without nothing to be softer, even for God, was something painful, very painful, and Thor knew it. Whatever Loki was able to do before, his brother had never physically injured him, with real intent to cause pain. How many times had he tried to talk to him? How many times had he tried to reason with him? It is only once he was left alone in his cold prison with his blood on his hands, he thought about it. What could he do anyway? They had cut his capacity to speech, he lost what he had always been, words, words, what we used all, but what we have all tendancy to forget the importance.

The cold was wounded in air currents to cell, and even the atmosphere was not warm. He saw no one, if it was some shadows from time to time. The only one who came to see him was Thor, Thor and his painful eyes, Thor who seemed to not accept what was happening but who was still as he always was. Why stay as loyal when you do not accept what others want? He came to talk to him sometimes, a one way discussion in which Loki could not answer. In these moments, the brown does not even look at his brother and stayed away at the bottom of his cell, but Thor remained and always came back. He had always acted like that.
Over the days, even for God, imprisonment was long and hard, his skin became cold, had lost his color, it had faded, and the light that came from outside began to reveal his red eyes, bluish skin, ribbed skin thatmade him hating the people among whom he had grown, Odin, Asgard, Thor… Thor.

If this blond, was alone to represent his people, as the king he always wanted to be … Why when Loki had clearly shown he hated him, when he told that they had never been brothers, that he had nothing to do with him, why does Thor continued to believe in him? He attacked him on the ground of those he loved, wanted to destroy a world that inspired to him only disgust and jealousy. did he really hated Thor? What had he done to deserve his hate? Instead he always tried to keep him, he was the one who did most to prevent it from sinking. And him he didn’t do anything to make things go better.

And here, sat in the cold, drafts, mouth sewn and eyes lost in the dark despite the red blood that could admire at leisure, which contrasted with his blue skin. And he saw every day the sad eyes of this brother he wanted to deny, sad eyes, even now, when he tried to take Loki out of his bad pass. He did not answer, he did not the slightest sign, and didn’t looking at Thor. For once, he was ashamed of what he did, perhaps, ashamed to show his face, that blue skin, certainly. The shame … Wasn’t that which pushed him to act as he did? Shame and jealousy. He was jealous of what his brother was, what he stood for, all that he could never be himself.

And yet it was still this brother who came back for one more day, and yet … He was here to keep him company. Today? Yes. And he came to talk to him, again. But this time he came to announce they leave him go out. He would no longer have to remain in this wet cell. Thor’s voice seemed off, but he was trying to make a smile on his face, a smile that he wanted comforting. If he could speak, Loki would have thanked him. The only thing he could do, however, was up to him his eyes blood colored.
He left that day, prison and solitude. They decided to keep his lips sewn as long as they would not be certain that when he would not leave. Thor had taken him under his wing once again, as he always did. No matter if he could not speak, his brother was doing it for him, he took his defense when he threw sidelong glances. The color of his blue skin marked eyes of people, and him… He wanted not to look at anybody like that. He always had hidden it, he did not know how, but feel exposedlike that hurt. Some of Asgardian made efforts to be polite, courteous and humane towards him, who had yet not hesitate to betray the people among whom he grew up. It would take a long time yet to be accepted by these people again. And this time he will take it.
It would take time also to see his skin color back more “human”, but he felt warm gently to the rhythm of people’s eyes, the rhythm of the heat brought to him.

[ Please, note that english is NOT my original langage, so, there may (and there IS) be a lot of faults and mistakes, it’s hard for me to translatae things correctly, so, if anyone want to help me to get it better, i would be really grateful to you!

Art done for the Loki’s Redemption project, thanks to :devI-psilone: to make me know this project. Hope it will be accepted.
I tried to make him look like Tom Hiddleston as i think the man is the best Loki being. Thanks to him to make us know how this character is beautiful and full of sentiments *yep, i’m sure he is.*]

An amazing reference here: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_manqreQFc61rrc9wuo1_1280.png (not traced or copid. Just a reference because i found this photo very inspireful.)

pulvis:

Loki and Frigga by *Pulvis

 For Loki’s Redemption project =)

Guys, look at this awesomeness!*____________________*

nautilusl2:

The time he was found worthy

It did not matter. Loki hauls his unconscious brother onto his back and to safety. Picking up The Hammer was an afterthought. 

So proud it’s in our artbook!:D

(via asgardianarmy)