The night before war

I decided to make this my entry for light vs. shadow contest on deviantart. by Your-Best-Art group here. I used Loki/Thor fanart for it because I think they are more light/ dark in contrast than anything. I wanted to symbolize that dark and light always go with one another. That they come from the same and that they have the same origin. And since these two are brothers I figured it fit my thought even more. (if you just forget about the whole adoption thing. I chose to do light and shadow as brothers, even though fight looms over them in the form of war. That I maybe killed the 'vs' part a bit I know okay. But I just found this sooooooooooooo perfect that I had to do it. Also wrote a passage to go with it. Read below:

Thor frowned, rubbing his thumb over the smooth silver surface of his helmet.
“Why not?” he looked over his shoulder.
Loki’s chin almost rested on his shoulder, just hovering above it. His brow furrowed, his eyes were sad. He looked at the helmet between Thor’s hands.
“It doesn’t feel right. I don’t want you to go.” his words were a plea more than an explanation. The hand on Thor’s shoulder had no force to obstruct him, it rested there lightly. But Thor understood the gravity of their conversation.
“But I must.” he protested with a soft voice.
Loki shook his head.
“Just don’t leave. Not without me.”
So that was it? Loki was just afraid to be separated? But that made no sense, he had gone to war before. Loki had never had trouble with that before.
“You can’t come with me. Father doesn’t want you in battle yet. And you should be glad for that. It is not a pretty business. You are too young.”
He shook his head again, agitated this time.
“No, this is not about war itself Thor! I know I can’t go yet. I don’t mind even. But I can feel something is wrong! Please….”
Loki’s fingers grabbed the edge of his shoulder plate more forcefully. Thor turned around to look him in the face and put a hand on his brother’s shoulder.
“You mustn’t worry for me. Our soldiers are loyal, I have a weapon, a horse and an army of those very soldiers. I will be home again soon.”
Loki looked at him with begging eyes.
“Just stay… Just this one time. Please, on the field of war something bad waits.”
It was hard not to cave in, but Thor had his honour that told him to go to battle.
“War is a bad thing of its own brother. But it must be fought. And you must understand that I cannot stay behind while others fight for our cause. You do understand that, don’t you?”
Loki gave him a silent nod, his hand slipped from Thor’s shoulder and he cast his eyes down in what almost seemed defeat.
“I will be home before you can miss me.” The older assured.
And so it was decided. The next day the army left under their father’s command. Loki and his mother came to say goodbye to them, Loki looked reluctant but said nothing. His father told him to look after his mother until they returned, that it was his task for then. It was a lie, a lie to make him feel better about staying behind. The Bifrost brought them to another realm after that. There was nothing to be done about this sinking feeling anymore.
So he spent his days at the weaponry where the older men, the teachers did what they could to teach him how to handle a weapon. He had to, so that next time, he could go with them instead of wait. He tried all of them, there had to be something he could master in time.
Months later the Bifrost opened and a significantly diminished army returned. Asgard had been victorious, but at a price. He figured that was why no feast was thrown, why there was no happiness. Because there had been many losses. But when he asked his father where Thor was he was told that his brother was with the healers. He had been struck in battle very badly and time would tell if he would even live. He had been right, if only Thor had stayed and believed him……

I hope I stand a chance here because it would be totally awesome to win something for like the first time in my life.