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Unworthy Chapter 8 Sneak Peek

Here’s a few sections of my 95% done chapter to be uploaded on ff.net this month!

He turned his eyes to the giant. “It would be so much more satisfying killing the one who almost wiped out Jotunheim, wouldn’t it? You would be sure to raise in rank for being the one who defeated the killer of Laufey. Killing a defenseless girl would only make you the lowest coward.”
    Thor ran up to Loki, kneeling so that they were on eye-level.
    “What are you doing?” he asked.
    “Choose Darcy,” he whispered to Thor. “Take her and Jane to safety, somewhere far away from here.”
    “And you would choose to die by him? You think this some noble plan?” he asked, scarcely believing what he was hearing.
    “This isn’t about being noble. I’m simply doing what was supposed to be done a long time ago.”   
    “Don’t talk madness!” cried out Thor, trying desperately to see if there was any familiar hint of mischief behind Loki’s eyes that would tell him this was all a ruse.
     “Would you rather she die for my actions?”
    “There must be another way,” he said softly as his mind screamed “No,” over and over.
    “It’s best this way. You get to be the hero again, reunited with your beloved while Darcy is saved, and all you lost was the brother you were never meant to have.”
    Thor felt as if his heart was being devoured.

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As Thor walked over to retrieve the hammer, he spotted Loki, laying in a crumpled heap, motionless.
    Thor instantly ran to him and knelt by his side, moving his arm to support his brother’s back.
    How could he have failed?
    He could take down countless enemies, but he couldn’t even save his own brother?
    He turned Loki’s body towards him. There was hardly a spot on him that wasn’t bruised, cut, or bleeding.  Scrapes and knife carvings etched his face, and a slender river of blood trickled from his mouth. Thor held him tightly, as if trying to absorb some of his damage. “Brother,” he said through tears, “Why do you always make me worry about you?”