Okay, so, I have no idea why I wrote this. The only explanation
I have is that I'm a glutton for heartbreak, and I can't stop
myself from indulging in it from other writers and, apparently,
from myself either. You've been warned. This story does contain
major character death.  Please let me know what you think, and
thank you to everyone who takes the time to read.  Do You
Remember the Stars?  "Do you remember the stars Loki?"  He had
asked his little brother, when he was nineteen years old, and he
twenty-five.  "Do you remember the stars?" He had asked, when
Loki could no longer speak.  When he was too weak to sit up on
his own. Too weak to lift his head from his pillow.  And Loki
had looked at him, eyes rolling back to find his face, and Thor
could see he saw him. Could see he had heard. Even if Loki was
too weak to even smile. Too weak to give any response beyond.
And so Thor had smiled for both of them, even as his throat had
constricted so painfully, he could barely swallow past it. He
had smiled at Loki