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He refused to say sorry.
Even as the needle pierced hole after hole around his mouth, pulling his lips together and binding them in silence, he refused. He just smiled a broken, exhausted smile (as much as the strong thread would allow) at his brother who was bent over him, holding a blood-stained needle between his fingertips.
Tears were streaming down Thor's face. Blood streamed down Loki's.
"Just say that you are sorry, brother. Show some shred of remorse and Father will surely end this... punishment," Grabbing the sides of his younger brother's face, he begged again as he had already done countless times. His voice was not booming and reflecting his namesake. It was faltering. Loki knew that sound in his brother's voice... He was near the edge of breaking completely. "Please, Loki."
"I... refuse," was the mumbled and muffled response.
And that was when Thor broke.
But Loki had broken long before.
Loki refused to say sorry. Even as the the needles dug through his skin, piercing hole after hole, he refused. He was not sorry. Not in the least. He had never felt more proud of himself... of the destruction he had caused. It was all part of his plan.