(Note) Sorry to say the story is unfished as it, but I don't know if I should go on or not

Standing outside the secured doors that held the one and only, God of Mischief, Thor stood for once not the brazen man he was, but a quiet, still stone of muscle as he observed the door like it were some trickery of the mind. Shoulders uneven as the Mjolnir held an uncharacteristic heaviness to his hand, he waded within the silence of the hall, the guards having unobservant presence. One would think by Thor's expression that he was simply confused and yielding to the matter of what must be done. But the real case of what was happening between the gears of his brain was only expressive by the nature outside.

Furious billowing winds attacked wall after another, letting screeching mixtures out as the fury of the storm howled against the grooves of the land and what dare stand before it. Dark and obscure clouds were kept at stir with emotional fuel. Repetitive claps of thunder keeping the realm to deafening thuds that shook ever brick and stone; lightning that shot and let the sky become stark with constant illumination. Thor took a soft breath as he let his fingers curl, the Mjolnir wasn't the only thing he was holding. In the other hand a wrapped substance was clutched heavily, blue sparked eyes darkening as his thoughts became concentrated.

In the time that has passed, a month had gone by since the chaos on earth, and it had taken such time for the Allfather to discuss what Loki's punishment was to be. Finally to this day it was settled on not only the punishment, but who would carry it out, for only one person could make such actions have the true effect it needed. Thor had been horror stricken to be given the job, but he had obedience to pay and now the God of Thunder stood outside his brother cell.

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The contemplating mask having fallen the moment Thor heard the door close behind him, the god looked onto his brother, deep sea eyes a whirlwind, mimicking with the storm outside as the depths were ruled over and conducted with the reins of betrayal and turmoil.

His legs sprawled to the floor, back flat into the wall and neck drawn up and softly to the side so his cheek hung into the steel format, Loki sat with a tired frame, arms limply in front of him and paired under his shackles they still felt cautious to keep him in, with the continuous visits from dearest Thor that were always filled with silent staring and unfocused eyes, then him leaving. Today's approach would have not been different except for the horse broken words that finally sat in the air of his cell.

"At least look at me."

Loki wasn't sure if it was the tired whim in him or just the sudden change in the routine that made his eyes flicker from their spacious look of the dark corner, to Thor's lumbering body as it loomed at the middle of the room, his green nourished gaze attacking the other god as the icy flecks paid their own fiery emotional attention onto the other.

The hurting discomfort in Thor's expression as he met Loki' eyes made the younger god give a sunken arch in his lips to have them display a deep grin , mirth rolling with the glint of his green spheres at the other. "Did you forget how breath taking my gaze could be?" he teased in a light toss of words that were darkly let out.

"Everything is just a joyous game for you isn't it?" The betrayal he walked in with leaving for calm anger to sheath, Thor stepped closer, letting the Mjolnir clang into the concrete of the flooring, while his other hand loosened out the object in what seemed thick whip.

Loki let his gaze travel towards the hammer his brother carelessly let go of, which was a surprise considering the anger the other god swept closer with. He would think he would keep it to knock him upside the head, but Loki wasn't dull of his senses to not notice the other object in Thor's grip as it was unraveled by the god of thunder's clenching and twitching fingers. "I do enjoy games" he murmured out with a slow bow of his head, looking from under his brows at Thor now. "It seems though you have a game in mind as well don't you brother."

Thor scowled softly towards Loki, the whip and its 9 lashes fully undone as his body swayed along with his thoughts, "I am only doing this under orders of the Allfather as your punishment." The words a bit mumbled out between the grit of his teeth as his jaw heavily clenched, he took another step forward this one cautious as he was so close to doing his intentions.

"Are you sure it's only under his orders. I mean seeing how easy it is for you to betray, it's like a game meant for Odin and all of his family." underneath his words, pure abhor rose into the stillness of the air, his lips twitching to keep up their sick grin, his eyes began to glimmer with soft sadness he always meant to keep nestled in his subconscious. But what was being posed at him right now and by Thor, he couldn't help what little emotion leapt from his contorting nature.

"Do not act like you are the only one who is hurt by what has happened!" Thor had moved in now, the distance closed for he was able to take the thin fabric of his brother's loose black shirt that hung onto him, free fingers curling at the neckline and yanking him to his feet.

Loki at first had unsteady knees, but easily corrected himself, which granted, was not easy task as Thor held onto the fabric with white knuckles slightly keeping his body just hilted from the ground. His face never leaving Thor's, Loki watched him with darker eyes than before. After what felt way too long of waiting, Thor let his grip go, giving Loki time to back into the wall.

"I never meant to hurt you" he whispered, blonde head tilting, bowing in a way of shame that Loki felt he deserved very much to wear. Big and rough hands searched for Loki again, trying to take cradle against his chin in affection, but Loki curtly stepped back as if the touch were to burn him if he let it get near.

"But you did.." Loki was the one to speak this time, watching his brother as the older one clenched his fist, pulling it to his lips to hide the ache in him at the decline. He could see Thor's lips as they trembled before they went rigid which left them both in a long silence. "And you plan on doing so once more." His eyes traveling back to the whip at Thor's hand, he looked over the tight rope with an easing expression he wore well. "Go on then God of Thunder; let me feel your real wrath, show me what Odin has taught you!" his voice raising he began to step up to Thor, brushing chest and chest with him as well as the awkward shackled limbs of his pushing against him for what they could in their restricted fashion.

Thor could not long keep his restraint, the challenging contact his brother provoked made him shake with the pressure he was containing. His emotions were boiling and he let that work for his actions as he roughly took a hold of Loki, sending him to the corner with effortless shove yet still the impact of the force made a dent to the steel wall as Thor advanced. Picking the younger one up to his feet once more he kept him to the corner, turning him around so his back facing him and with one single yank the black fabric which had been covering him was torn and falling to their feet. Picking his hand up with the whip, he paused, giving a last glance onto Loki and regretting so.

Loki followed around what happened like a ragdoll, no stubbornness in him to try and fumble around with what was happening. But once he was to the wall, arms outstretched and supporting himself out, the cold air of the cell trickling along his pale, now bare back, he gave a look back. Meeting Thor's gaze with his own that held that child felt innocence of heartbroken betrayal that sat unspoken between them. A quick, sadden smile laced its way onto his jaw, green orbs growing a glazed sheen of gloss as tears threaten to spill, but they held back as either brother held onto the glare of one another.

The first crack when the lashes hit skin made Thor flinch, he knew it wasn't the sound that had his shoulders cringe inwards, no, it was Loki. His younger brother was staring at him, his gaze challenging still but swirling not in disbelief, only accusation as what was being commenced.

The younger man held himself rigid, shoulders tense not budging even as the first 9 ropes hit in the beginning strike on the his slim back, opening up a long scar that dribbled instantly to the ground. But Loki would not pay attention to what he bled; instead he kept his head locked in its curve, making sure his cold glower kept onto Thor, obeying his first wish. He would look at him; he would make sure Thor saw what he was doing through the whole punishment. His lower lip stiff as he swallowed back his pained noises, the younger god promised himself he would not break. The air kept tense as static crackled after the second whipping onto Loki, the silence not breaking and his ripping flesh the only thing to echo throughout the chambers.

Not breaking the stare down between him and Loki, Thor let his powerful arm plunge down another strike that sent Loki's back to arch into the wall by the pressure, but still Loki held his upper torso unmoving, the eyes not closing, no grimace showing, only lethal daggers poised with their venom to Thor. Swallowing back the anguish that lodged within his throat, Thor felt his own gaze go misty in threat of glossy tears. Another crack of the whip and his gurgling voice broke into the electrified air. "You were not the only one betrayed.." A fiercer lash of the bloody tendrils onto Loki's shoulders. "You're not the only one with heart ache!" his voice growing now Thor let his whips get stronger by the moment, each new one sending the small physique trembling to the wall by the sheer intensity. "What am I supposed to do when I've lost a brother! " This time the strikes rose to the shoulders, clawing against the bare neck and tearing the perfect complexion into tattered bruised mark that drizzled with the dark crimson that fled the other's backside. "You won't let me in your heart! You won't let me apologize!" he stared after Loki, his hand starting to shake as his knuckles kept harshly curled on the handle.

Loki let his tongue airily travel his bottom lip, only allowing a harsh swallow to get back the large object his tears had welled in his throat that he still held onto with each lash given to him. Not daring a breath from him, knowing it would be shaken from his lungs, Loki held his head up, throat constricted as he did what he could to keep his emotions only at the brink of his eyes. But as Thor spoke with another lasting lash to his neck he couldn't help the single tear that strolled from his eye. Parting down his cheek and leaving him with trembling glare onto the other god as all seemed to stop by the one shed essence of his broken heart. "I did let you in, and you caused more havoc on my heart than I did your puny 'Earth' Why should I ever-" he paused as he struggled with his voice, his neck tight and tone trying to get out its strong rumbling out. "-trust you with it again?"