farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, 3.1k, post-ragnarok fic, look at me in your lighthearted movies writing angsty whump fic. note that I stole a few things in this fic (with permission!) from @portraitoftheoddity so give her some love. also cw for torture, I told you it was angsty whump fic
“I have a feeling it will all work out,” Thor said, and the moment he did Loki knew that it absolutely, absolutely would not.
As usual, at least on these matters, he was right.
He felt the shadow before he registered what cast it. “What in the Nine is that,” Thor said, and Loki turned his head, looking up at the ship looming huge and dark over them. There was no particular sign of its allegiance, or its owner, but Loki’s stomach sank and his eyes widened, panic fluttering in his throat. He knew.
“That,” he said, and his voice came out sounding like little more than a croak, “is the beginning of the avalanche.”