#screaming I'M HERE I'M HERE in a deep and echoing canyon with only a crack of the sky visible above
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you are someone that i’ve loved but never known
yeah it’s still minecraft hours lads
This is what happens when you loop Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives for the entire plane ride from uni to home. I wrote this a while back - before Tommy even left Logstedshire I believe, which is why it’s not completely canon compatible.
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Technoblade was about seven years old when he met his younger brother. He and Wilbur had been messing around with Wilbur's new guitar when their father returned home, looking exhausted, wings closed protectively around a bundle.
Techno had never see anyone quite so small. The child had blinked up at them both with large blue eyes and Phil had smiled tiredly.
"He's going to stay with us for a while," he said quietly.
"What's his name?" Wilbur asked, looking up at their father. Techno couldn't quite bring himself to look away from the tiny human's frowning face. Phil settled onto the ground and placed the boy down. He stood uncertainly, watching them all and both Techno and Wilbur echoed their father and sat.
"I'm… not sure," Phil said. Wilbur frowned, watching as the child glared out at the world with an anger that Techno grew to know all too well.
"Tommy," Wilbur said finally. "I like that name."
The newly named Tommy stared in Wilbur's direction and stepped forward. He misjudged his step and lost his balance and collapsed to the ground and his eyes welled with tears and from that moment on Techno knew something.
There was a weakness to his brother. A weakness that Wilbur shared as well, that even Phil had to a certain extent. Techno didn't exactly know what it was, but he knew he was different. He was stronger. He was more powerful. He was tougher and violent and full of blood-lust. The voices whispered that his family was weak and pitiful and Techno couldn't help but believe them.
He watched as Phil swooped down to scoop up the now crying Tommy, bouncing him effortlessly and cheering him up. He watched as Wilbur shuffled to their side, leaning over Phil's shoulder to talk to the new addition.
He watched, but he didn't want to interfere. Didn't want to be the cause of the next welling of tears.
Didn't want to listen to the voices that chanted for blood.
The voices chanted louder as he grew. Wilbur grew outward, making friends where ever he went, easily talking, easily leading, easily influencing. Tommy grew beside him, stepping effortlessly in his brother's footsteps, his quick tongue and sharp anger getting him into his fair share of scrapes (always accompanied by their newest addition to the family, the boy they had found alone on the side of the road. Phil hadn't even hesitated to take Tubbo in, and he and Tommy were barely apart).
Techno grew on a different path and that became more and more clear. While Wilbur followed music, Techno followed battle. While Tommy followed people, Techno followed blood.
"I can't shut them up," he said softly one night, hands gripping the edge of his cape and he stared at the fire. Phil looked up from where he was writing in a notebook. It was just the two of them, Wilbur was out for the night and Tommy and Tubbo had gone to bed a while ago.
"Then learn to work with them," Phil had said. Phil was the only one who knew - the only one who knew about the voices that chanted for blood, the urge to destory and kill, the need to fight.
"I don't know if I can."
He had seen fear mixed with adoration in Tommy's eyes so many times. The hero worship of a younger sibling mixed with the fear of an inhuman force. When he gave into the chants, when he gave them what they wanted, he saw - saw the concern in Wilbur's face and the fear in Tommy's.
He didn't like that. Didn't want that. Didn't want to be unable to control himself.
Didn't want Tommy's fear to be justified.
So he left. He struck out on his own, wandering the world to learn how to work with the cacophony in his brain. He saw Tommy's hurt expression, hidden by anger as he left.
"Why're you leaving though?" he had demanded, arms crossed, eyes flashing.
"I gotta go," Techno had answered, ruffling his brother's hair softly.
"Yeah well I didn't want you here anyway," Tommy had said, head held high. And if the words had been true, Techno wouldn't have blamed him. He had seen Wilbur and Tommy - how close they were, how Tommy would do anything for their brother. How much Tommy wanted the same from Techno.
But Techno couldn't give him that and so he did the only thing he could. He left before he hurt them more.
He came back. Came back to a canyon underground and a revolution and two brothers who had been changed and hardened by war. He came back to Wilbur's wild eyes and speeches of chaos and anarchy and destruction and the voices cheered and Techno couldn't help but agree.
He came back to Tommy's hard eyes (far to hard for any boy his age), Tommy's quiet pleas for peace, Tommy's loud laughter and excitement.
He hadn't been broken, not by all that he'd been through. And for a moment, Techno thought that coming back might have been a good idea. He had missed his brothers, missed Wilbur bouncing lyrics off him, missed Tommy trying to beat him in combat (he had improved a lot since Techno had left, but so had Techno and it still wasn't a contest). He had missed the quiet evenings when it was just the three of them sitting around a fire in silence, enjoying the company and not needing to speak.
And then he was reminded why he had left and he knew he could never let them get close to him.
He stood on the stage, wind fluttering his cape, blowing hair into his eyes. His hand gripping the handle of the crossbow, eyes boring into his back and voices screaming for blood.
He stood on the stage, staring into the panicked eyes of his brother's best friend. Tubbo, who loved bees and Tommy and probably so much more but Techno didn't know because he hadn't let himself get close.
He pulled the trigger and reminded himself why.
Tommy's eyes flashed with anger but Techno couldn't bring himself to feel guilty for what he had done. He had tried to distance himself from them - but they had invited him back. Tommy had insisted in seeing the best in him, in adoring him as a brother and not a force of nature. Not the blood god.
And Tommy took betrayal hard.
And yet Techno had stayed. Despite himself, despite the flashing rage in his youngest brother's face he had to see this through. Wilbur called for chaos and the voices echoed the call and this - this was where the blood god would find blood.
If Tommy insisted on being betrayed again that wasn't Technoblade's fault.
Until it all went wrong and their father was kneeling over Wilbur's limp and bloody form and Tommy was picking himself up from the destruction of his entire world and still fighting and suddenly the victory felt pointless. The thrill of chaos and battle and death felt like ashes in his mouth at Phil's guilty expression, Wilbur's dull, dead eyes, Tommy's hard face, a little more cracked, a little more damaged.
There was a reason he had left the first time and there was a reason he left again. He didn't want to listen to the voices anymore. He didn't want to see the betrayal and hate in his own brother's eyes. (And wasn't this why he had kept his distance in the first place? Wasn't this why he had never been close to Tommy? Wasn't this why he had rejected the hero worship, the adoration and love of his brother? To avoid this, to avoid this hate and hurt and pain and yet here they were.)
And yet he couldn't bring himself to leave entirely. Couldn't bring himself to abandon his only brother.
He saw, saw the betrayal and abandonment, saw his own words come true though he had never wanted them to. Saw Tommy once again betrayed and thrown aside - this time by his very best friend. And Techno didn't know what to do because he didn't know Tommy. Hadn't let himself know Tommy.
But when he saw his brother, alone in exile the voices were louder than they had been for a long time. Tommy needed people - that was something Techno knew. Seeing his brother like this, exhausted and tired and finally, finally crumbling to pieces after all he had fought through he knew.
Maybe he didn't know his brother. Maybe he had never let himself know his brother. But there were two things he did know - and that was blood and that was that he never wanted to see Tommy hurting again.
He gripped his axe and hardened his face and listened to the voices one last time and when it was all said and done and a stark white mask lay stained with red he stood in front of his brother.
"I hate you," Tommy said, the venom in his voice almost all faded, replaced with exhaustion and grief and a deep, bone aching tiredness after all he had struggled through.
"I know," Techno said and held out a hand. Tommy hesitated, glanced back at his home - no, his prison - and back to Techno. Techno, with the light of battle still in his eyes, with blood tattooed onto his face and clothes, axe reded and still in his hand and anger and fear and tiny, tiny hint of hope began leaking through Tommy's exhaustion.
Despite it all, he stepped forward
This time Techno did as well.
"Let's go home."
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HEY!!!
So I got this request in DECEMBER and I just now finished it. Tumblr won’t let me tag the requester though. But here we go.
Could you do a one shot with Sigyn & Loki? Loki is trapped and poison feoma giant snake is dripping on him. Sigyn stays by him and catches all the poison in a bowl, when the bowl is full, she has to empty it out, and the poison drips on Loki. The pain is so bad that their world tremors. He tries to convince her to leave before the tremors destroy their planet.
Thor couldn't believe what he was seeing. The moon he was standing on, the once smooth surface was now riddled with canyons, the cliffs had crumbled to nothing, and the ruins of an ancient civilization turned to dust. Had it really been that long since he locked Loki away to his sentence deep below the ground? He could care less if this piece of rock disintegrated into atoms and took Loki with it—but his little sister-he had to get her out of here.
"It's getting full." Sigyn said worriedly, looking at the wooden bowl in her hands, hands that had grown used to the strain of her task they were numb to the weight.
Loki merely groaned in response. Full already?
His eyes traveled upwards to the snake looming above their heads and watched as a fresh bead of venom formed on the tip of its fangs. When it finally dripped into the bowl it almost spilled over the sides, dangerously close to Sigyn's fingers.
"Dump it."
"But you aren't even healed…" She stared at his blistered chest, knowing the venom would hurt worse going into the open wounds.
"I never am." He steadied himself against the rock at his back, gripped the extra slack of the chain that held him to it; his only hope is that it would hold him still but it never did, "Dump it."
The force of the tremors nearly knocked Thor off his feet. The roar of the ground cracking was deafening, he was nearly crushed when a boulder broke away from the stone formation above him. It was going to take hours for him to find the entrance to the cave as all the landmarks had been destroyed, and that was if it wasn't caved in.
Guilt squeezed his throat like a vice. How could he have let Sigyn join Loki in his punishment?
Sigyn dumped the venom as quick as she could, careful not to let any splash back on to her legs, while Loki screamed and writhed behind her. Dirt, dust, and bits of rock rained down on them, Sigyn squeezed her eyes shut to keep out the debris. When she put the bowl back over Loki's chest the tremors slowed to a stop.
"I'm…sorry," Loki panted, his black hair plastered to the side of his face from sweat, "I shouldn't have let you come."
"It's not like you could have stopped me."
"Thor could have." Loki's locked eyes with hers.
"But he didn't." She replied matter-of-factly.
Thor cursed himself with every step he took, as he had every day since Loki's trial. The court had found Loki guilty within moments—a plan to kill the Allfather—and he was a hair's breadth away from carrying it out. What Thor hadn't counted on was as Loki was being dragged away in chains was his sister calling guilt on herself to be with him. He had been embarrassed that Sigyn had a relationship with Loki, every time they flaunted themselves it set his teeth on edge; he was starting to lose respect as Asgard's general.
To this second he wasn't sure if she was really guilty or not but he didn't care at the time. Then he just wanted her out of his hair.
"I'm not leaving." Sigyn's grip tightened, her sweaty palms making the bowl slip around in her hands.
"Sigyn…"
"I chose to be here with you. Did you really think I would have let you go through this alone?"
"You are in danger here." Loki's eyes flicked up to the snake looming overhead. He had to hand it to Thor, this was an interesting punishment.
"I've been in danger ever since I've met you, I don't see why this is any different," Sigyn remembered the first time she saw Loki...she was hooked almost immediately. Her brother nearly lost his mind when he first caught them together, Thor had forbidden them from being together but that didn't stop them from getting married in secret.
"Not like this. Look at the damage in here; I can only imagine what it looks like on the surface."
Sigyn couldn't deny that. The cracks in the walls were deep, rubble was piled around them—it wouldn't be long before they were crushed themselves.
Thor's arms were exhausted as he lifted boulder after boulder away from the entrance of the cave. As he neared the bottom of the pile he saw a glint of Asgardian gold amour and felt his stomach churn dangerously for the guard who didn't leave his post even to save himself.
"I don't regret being here with you," Sigyn said firmly.
"I do," But when Loki saw a flicker of hurt cross her face he clarified, "I don't regret anything with you. I do wish I hadn't let you come here, you didn't know anything about my plan."
"If I had I would have stopped you."
"Because he's your father," Loki spoke the doubt that caused him to keep his plan to himself—that made him doubt his wife.
"Odin has never been a father to me—he has been obsessed with Thor since the day he was born. Why do you think he didn't care that we were married. I wouldn't have stopped you because he's my father—I would have stopped you to prevent this."
Thor could hear murmuring a bit farther ahead, he knew he was close, he wondered what it would take to pull his sister away. He wondered if Loki wanted her to leave—or if he had made her join him. He wouldn't put it past the bastard.
"It's time to dump the bowl again," He was just able to make out Sigyn's words which meant he was only a few steps away.
He heard Loki murmur a reply, then Loki's screams; Thor hoped he wouldn't be crushed as the ground beneath his feet shook and he was thrown onto the dirt.
"You're bleeding." Loki croaked.
"I'm fine," Sigyn carefully held the bowl in one hand to wipe the blood out of her eyes. Blinking rapidly, she gently touched the gash on her head and felt her stomach lurch—she hoped she wouldn't pass out.
"You can't stay here," Even though Loki was weak she had never heard him be more firm.
"He's right—you are leaving. Now."
The bowl almost slipped from Sigyn's hands.
Thor wasn't sure what he had expected as he took in the scene before him. Loki chained to a large rock, with the enormous snake looming above him, the plink as each drop of venom was caught in the bowl in his sisters' hands. Her eyes, large and unblinking—he wasn't sure how well she was able to see with the steady stream of blood running down her face and trickling into her eyes—her mouth hanging open in surprise. And Loki, chest crackled and blistered, looking at Thor with blatant amusement.
"What are you doing here?" Sigyn demanded, she was glad she sounded stronger than she felt—at that moment she felt light-headed.
"I'm here to take you home."
"I'm not going home."
"Yes, you are." Thor and Loki said in unison.
Sigyn looked back and forth from her brother and her husband.
"How quickly can you get her out of here?" Loki asked, ignoring Sigyns protests.
"It might take time if the tunnel has collapsed anymore. As soon as I get her to surface I can call Heimdal to take us home."
"Put the bowl in my chest, you just emptied it; it will give you enough time to leave," Loki locked eyes with Sigyn who seemed to choke on her words.
"I…I'm not…"
"Yes, you are!" Thor roared, "Sigyn, I didn't stop you from coming, but Norns help you if you think I am leaving you here."
"I am not leaving Loki just to ease your guilt." She spat back, "Or yours," She spoke more gently to Loki, "I love you, I am not leaving."
"We are wasting time! The tunnel may not survive another tremor!"
"Then you should go!"
The next moment passed in slow motion as Thor moved forward to grab Sigyn's shoulders—he thought maybe he could shake some sense into her. But the only sound that was heard was Sigyn's shriek as the bowl was knocked from her hands—and the echo as it shattered on the ground.
Blood thundered in Sigyn's ears in time to the pounding tempo of her heart—her eyes slowly trailed upwards to see the next bead of venom form on the tip of the snake's fangs. She didn't hesitate as she threw herself over Loki's chest.
Thor was frozen as he watched his sister scream and writhe—Loki's screams mingled with hers as the venom rolled off her back and on to his skin. The snake—agitated by the extra noise twisted and spit—somehow producing more venom than before.
He wasn't sure what to do—but then everything went black.
Thor grunted with the effort of shifting rubble.
"Sigyn, please be alive." He prayed each time he moved a boulder—until he moved one that had a smear of blood on the underside.
He knew what he would find before he moved the last piece of stone.
Sigyn was still draped over Loki—who had broken the free of the chains to try and protect his wife but it was too late…too late for either of them.
#Loki#loki one shot#Loki what if#loki imagine#Thor what if#Thor imagine#Norse lore#Norse mythology#loki/sigyn#Fanfic#Fan fiction#Til Death
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