[Hammerbase] Ghost of Asgard Castle

Thor heard the sound of the waves among the mountains.

Dark seas, blood-red skies, and the deepest sleepy silence all around.He could no longer hear the angry roar of the mountain god, only gusts of sea breeze urged him to sleep.The waves that surround him are warm, rolling him up like a ball of foam.

Here, the moon steals the daylight and the waves steal the moon.And as long as he relaxes his body a little, he can completely sink into this peaceful tranquility like that violet moonlight.

The end of the fall was the shimmering ocean floor, where the ruined remains of Asgard's castle lay.Time graciously stopped, letting all the beautiful things freeze there, waiting for him to melt silently into a deep blue seabed together with them.

But no, something is wrong.Loki wasn't there.

He suddenly trembled all over, feeling the biting cold.Physical pain is much harder than illusory happiness, but he can't let his consciousness disappear here.

The next moment, he felt that he was hit ashore by the sudden and fierce waves, only half of his body was still sinking in the falling sand, unwilling to wake up.

"...Did you break your brain or fall stupid? No, no, it's too flattering to say that." Half-dream and half-awake, Thor felt someone shaking his body vigorously, with a familiar voice in his ear Talk on and on. "Under that situation, actually letting go and jumping off the cliff? This is no longer a move that a person with normal intelligence would do. What do you think?"

He opened his eyes.In countless nights, the face outlined by the fictional light and shadow in his mind now appeared vividly in front of his eyes.Familiar face, familiar look, familiar scolding after he made a fool.

"It takes less than a quarter of an hour to go around from the top to the bottom of the cliff. Didn't you climb up from here? Can you use your almost non-existent brain to think a little bit before taking action? If the snow by the lake is not thick enough, the grass is not enough Soft, I won't have to see your stupid look again."

Loki was drenched all over, his cloak was gone, and his body shivered slightly in the cold wind.A part of the cuff of his left hand was missing, and the exposed wrist was still scarred by the shackles.The hand was shaking Thor's shoulder mercilessly, calling him back from the sand of sleep.

"Loki!" He was so excited that he couldn't help himself, he reached out his hand to touch the face in front of him to confirm whether it was real, but the other party avoided it deftly.

"Stay away from me, don't infect me with your hopeless idiot!" His brother pouted, throwing a tantrum at him with the same joke they used to tell when they were kids, and it made his insides shudder again. There is an extra layer of joy.

Loki looked intact except for his still frighteningly pale complexion.The wet black hair clung to his white forehead, and there was still frost in the hair, some of which fell on Thor's chest with his movements.Although he said some words that disliked him, those green eyes full of water could not hide his sincerity at all.The eyes of Thor staring under the night sky are so fragile, as if he is afraid of losing something.If it hadn't been for the hot breath from his mouth that formed a small cloud of white mist that fell right between Thor's brows, he would have thought that the man in front of him was a water monster crawling out of the lake, a phantom that confuses him. Let him never get out of this illusory dream.

But he wants to believe it.Because Loki is right there, a distance that can be touched by reaching out.

"You're fine... oh my God, thank the gods! You're really fine!" Thor grabbed Loki's hands, and the small but steady pulse from his palms made him completely relieved. "You escaped from the God of the Mountain?"

Loki froze for a moment, carefully recalling what the "God of the Forest" in Thor's mouth actually referred to.When he remembered the legend he heard from Thor when he was a child, the disgust in his words became stronger.

"I have to thank the gods for letting us not be biological brothers. You think you saw a legendary monster and believed it?" He shook his head and said. "What a...fool."

"Whatever you say. As long as I can see you again, it doesn't matter." Thor said and sat up, in order to get closer to Loki.They lay in a fairly dry and sheltered haystack at the foot of the cliff, next to a string of footprints and drag marks extending from the snow by the lake.Loki's cloak was spread on the ground under them, and the cuff torn from the coat fit well around Thor's cut right hand.

"I will always be a fool in front of you." He simply admitted. "So...now what do you want to do to this fool?"

He took a special look before speaking, Loki didn't have a dagger in his hand.

Then don't worry.A punch, a few slaps, or his best sarcasm, as long as Loki is willing, he will not fight back.

But he didn't think he'd get a kiss.

The lips that kissed him were pale and trembling in the cold wind, and the taste of tears and blood still remained on the lips.His black hair fell to Thor's ear, and Thor smelled a cool breath on him.It was the dampness emanating from the broken roots of plants and trees in the wet muddy wasteland by the lake on winter nights, and it melted into their overlapping silhouettes.Loki's hand holding his cheek was cold, but his entangled lips and tongue were like a hot fire, burning violently to the point of heartbreaking.

This made Thor unreasonably think of the summer shade in Asgard, the aroma of fine wine, and the kissing teenagers under the shade.They are obviously doing the most intimate thing, but they don't know it.

Summer's kiss is the first kiss, which means the beginning of the darkest secret between them.And the kiss of winter is the kiss of the end.

Yes, it's all over.

He whispered those words into Loki's ear.This is not easy, like digging out a puzzle that was carefully hidden in childhood and putting it back together into its original form.

"I love you. Always have loved you."

Bitterness, all he tasted when he said those words.But he has spoken.He opened his arms, ready to accept all the sorrow and pain hidden in those eyes, and the pain and suffering they experienced together.That's not a weight that just one heart can bear.Indulging in the game of hiding and finding the truth between the two has delayed him for many years, but what does it matter?He could spend his whole life on this man.

Loki's face flushed red the moment he heard the confession, the corner of his lips was broken, and disappeared in the night wind like tears.Loki didn't reject him.Then all the suffering and pain are worth it, and they will eventually become the most unforgettable past in the kiss.Ghosts from the past will no longer haunt them.What will happen in the future, no one knows.

"Come back with me," Thor said to his brother, who looked away in shame at the confession, before the next kiss. "Let's go home."

Hearing this, Loki smiled.He turned his head and rested his chin on Thor's thick shoulder.

"Take me to the library. Let's go in through the secret passage, so that no one can see." He bit Thor's earlobe lightly, and mumbled in his ear. "Just this request."

"Why, you still want to do a magic trick to escape through the wall?" Thor turned his face vigilantly, looking at his scheming brother.But on that blushing face, there was only an unpredictable smile.

"...Well, I can promise you, but you must also promise me." He raised his left hand wrapped in cloth, stretched out his little finger, hooked Loki's slender and cold fingertips, and asked him to follow him repeat.

"You can't run away anymore."

"I will never run away."

"Don't take a step away from me."

"I will never leave."

"Say you love me too."

"...I will never say anything."

It sounds like a vow like the two-player game they used to play when they were young.It feels surprisingly believable.Thor laughed too, wrapping Loki tightly in his cloak.

Then go home.

Like in a fairy tale.Two brothers who got lost in the forest had to take their stones and bread crumbs and rush home before dawn.

Later, after a long, long time, when Thor recalled that night again, he had no memory of the long and difficult journey home.He only remembered their hands supporting each other, and their bodies that were close together.The sound of snowflakes falling on the blades of grass is very soft, and the place where the fingers are clasped is very warm.There was a strange aura coming from Loki, which was mixed with the smell of blood and the fragrance of grass.The moonlight as thin as silver has been surrounding them all the time, and together with the shining silver path under their feet, it continues to extend forward in his memory.He remembered all this with his heart instead of his eyes, and it was the purest emotion that kept the insignificant details one after another in his heart for a long time.

The road home is really long.Seen from among the layers of fir groves, the dark silhouette of the castle seems to be far away in the sky.But as long as you have that person by your side, there is nothing to worry about.

It was not yet dawn when they reached the library.There was a gray light from the small round window on the wall, and the cold wind whistled outside the window, which sounded very far away.

Loki let go of his hand and stood in the blur of light and shadow.

It still looked the same here, as he had seen it when he first came to Asgard Castle.Thick city gates and tall walls, carved window lattices and painted icons, towering spires, raised domes, and arched corridors.The snow was still falling, and a half-white moon appeared in the night sky where the stars had faded.

Legend has it that once a sinful soul steps in, it will be imprisoned here forever, and it will never escape.

"It's an amazing feeling. After all these years, I still don't belong here...but I'm not leaving," he murmured, dropping to his knees where they first met.

Loki's cloak fell to the ground with his movement.Thor looked down and saw a dark brown mark spread across his chest.The smell of blood and herbs that filled his nasal cavity along the way lost its cover and was completely exposed in front of him.The red-hot liquid dripped slowly from the corner of Loki's raised mouth, where his last secret gleamed.

Loki kept his promise.He didn't take a step to escape, but it left him in this way.

Death never happens instantly, it is a longer process than farewell.Thor knelt down beside him, and heard his brother in his arms saying sorry to him, and the voice quickly died down, gone forever.He could use his strong hands to grab Loki's arms that were gradually losing strength, but he couldn't stop the illusory soul from pulling away from his body one by one.Even though there was no trace of life, those slightly parted lips and warm cheeks were still so familiar, and the dimmed green eyes seemed to freeze the brilliance of the stars.

I can't say a word I want to say.He was just desperately denying, denying everything in front of him, denying his death.

"Brother, this is just a prank, don't be angry." He heard Loki say this to him as he left. "In the future...you will see me in the castle. Don't forget, I am a ghost wandering in the castle of Asgard."