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Warnings: Character!Death. AU!

AN: I come with the third and final part of this story. I want to thank everyone who has reviewed or made this story a favorite. Your support means much to me! Honestly, I love you guys! But here is the final part and I hope it will be enjoyed. I want to thank Greenlokifor all the help she has given me with this story!

~ Not Good Enough ~

Part 3

It takes Thor fourteen days to find the courage to return to school. It's not that he is afraid to face his friends or the teachers. He knows they will be compassionate and empathic. It is exactly that which he dreads. It has been hard living without his little brother for the past two weeks and he'll never get used to the idea of never seeing Loki again, but returning to school feels like another challenge he must face. He must listen to people telling him how sorry they are for his loss and he must smile politely and thank them.

Thor doesn't want to smile at all. He doesn't want to thank anyone. In fact, he doesn't know if he can find enough courage to face people already, but he also knows he can't bear another day at home. He can't bear to see his mother cry every few minutes. He can't bear to listen to his father's silence. Thor feels the need to get out of the house for a few hours.

So Thor goes to school and he puts up a brave façade. He thanks everyone who comes to talk to him and he thanks them for their support. The only reason why he doesn't break down – be it bursting with anger and fury or with tears – is because Sif doesn't leave his side. She keeps hold of his hand and embraces him when Thor needs a moment to collect his thoughts.

He survives the first period. He listens to the teacher ramble on about Biology and he ignores the occasional worried glances that are thrown his way. He writes down as much as he can and he thinks he has never taken so many notes before. He's glad he can keep his mind occupied, though, and he's glad Sif is sitting at his side, equally absorbed by the teacher's words.

It's only when they make their way to the second class on that Thursday that Thor grows hesitant. He enters the classroom and takes his usual seat. Sif goes to sit behind him and Thor already wishes she could sit next to him instead. When he glances beside him, he finds Fandral's kind eyes on him. Thor throws him a faint smile.

When Mr. Coulson enters, every student grows silent. They all turn their attention to the front of the class. Coulson begins to introduce today's subject, but his eyes are mostly fixed on Thor. It is probably a normal reaction, but Thor hates it. He feels scrutinized and it's harder to keep his thoughts fixed on the subject of World War Two. He can't help but think that last time he sat here, he received the most terrible news.

He remembers Director Fury knocking on the door. He remembers finding his mother standing outside with red circles around her eyes and tears still streaming down her face. He thinks of the last morning he shared with Loki. It is strange how one name can make someone's heart actually contract painfully. Thor finds it harder to breathe, but he stays calm and he tries to think of something else.

But memories are flooding his mind and he can't help but remember one morning only a few weeks ago.

~ 0 ~

Thor hates himself and he tries to tell himself over and over again that he did the right thing, but he still hates himself for it. He made a promise to his brother, but he broke it. For a moment he thinks it's only fair. Loki broke the first promise and now he breaks his. In some ways, it's only payback. Thor can't ever consider it payback. He simply knows he shouldn't have made the promise in the first place.

And so he hates himself because he is the most terrible brother in the world.

When footsteps announce the arrival of Loki, Thor sits up straighter and throws his parents a quick glance. Frigga looks tired and worried. Her hands are folded together and lay motionless on the smooth table surface. Odin appears weary and burdened. His blue eyes are focused entirely on his wife and Thor sees that he is thinking of taking Frigga's hands into his own. Somehow he decides against it.

It's only when he looks at the fourth person present in the room that Thor feels slightly sick to his stomach. He has met Doctor Banner before, but he had hoped never to see that man again. He thinks Banner is a nice and very smart guy, but he has always been…proof. He was exclusive proof that Loki needs help his family can't offer.

The footsteps draw closer and after a short moment, Loki enters the kitchen, finding his family and Doctor Banner seated around the table. He stops dead in his tracks, his green gaze growing cautious. His shoulders grow tense and he presses his lips together into a fine line. Thor wishes he can assure his brother that everything will be okay, but he can't even bring himself to open his mouth. Guilt overwhelms his mind and for a moment, Thor believes he is drowning.

"What's this?" Loki asks accusingly when no one speaks. He still stands before the open door and Thor can see that Loki is considering to just make a run for it. "Why is he here?" He's clearly referring to Doctor Banner.

"Sweetie," Frigga begins, her voice gentle and loving, "why don't you sit with us for a while. I believe we need to talk about things."

Loki doesn't move one inch. His dark green gaze suddenly land on Thor and his eyes narrow. Thor wishes he could become invisible. He wishes he can withdraw himself from his brother's scornful gaze. His parents had given him a choice on whether or not he wanted to be here, but Thor only found it just that he sit with them since he had been the one to betray Loki in the first place.

"I'm sorry, brother," Thor says after a short silence. He thinks that if he apologizes he will feel better, but he is wrong. Very wrong.

When Loki speaks, his voice isn't hard and spiteful. Instead he sounds defeated and wounded. "But you promised."

"Loki, your brother only wants to help you," Banner says. He leans forward and pulls back a chair and gestures for Loki to take a seat. Thor watches the struggle inside Loki's eyes, but eventually Loki just goes to sit at the table. He is no longer looking at Thor. "Your family is very worried," Banner continues, "and that is why they called me."

"There is nothing to be worried about," Loki says coldly. His shoulders are still very tense and his eyes focus on everything but the faces of his family. Thor hates to see his brother so uncomfortable and hurt. "Honestly, Thor overreacted. That's all."

"I didn't overreact," Thor replies calmly. Banner advised them not to get angry or annoyed with Loki and Thor was planning not to. He truly just wants to help his brother. That wasn't a crime, was it? No one but Loki blamed him for breaking his promise after all. "A few days ago, you basically told me you didn't want to live anymore."

Thor hadn't thought it possible, but Loki's gaze darkens even more. "Like I said," he sneers, "you overreacted."

"I only wanted to help," Thor replies.

"You promised!" Loki suddenly shouts. He jumps up from his seat, knocking the chair over in the process. "You promised, Thor, and you betrayed me!"

"Loki, calm yourself," Odin says sternly, yet distraught as well. His blue eyes stand wide and Thor notices only now that he has finally taken hold of Frigga's hands. "Please sit down again."

Loki hesitates. He is breathing hard and erratic and his hands are shaking. Eventually, he listens to their father, though. He grabs the chair, sets it up straight, and sits down. He is staring defiantly at everyone present in the room and Thor can't help think that Loki has cause this time. Did he betray him? No, it couldn't be. They were only trying to help him.

"Loki, we are all here because we care about you," Banner says. He is smiling faintly and reassuringly. "Everyone present in this room loves you and they only want to help. They have told me that you've been struggling again."

Loki looks away and he doesn't answer.

"Loki, sweetie," Frigga begins. She already has tears in her eyes and Thor sees how her grip on Odin's hands tightens. "You have to understand that we only want what is best for you. Your father and I have been talking to Doctor Banner and we believe it is best if you…" She swallows heavily, clearly pained by her own words. Thor knows already why she's struggling. He knows what is going to follow. "We believe it is best if you return to the hospital for a few days."

Silence.

Loki's eyes fill with horror and shock. He appears condemned and fearful. Only seconds ago, he had been avoiding eye-contact, but now he is staring directly into his mother's sorrowful eyes. "What?" He breathes, hard. "No, I don't want to return to the hospital."

"It's for the best, Loki," Odin adds. His voice is soft and caring. Thor can't bear to see his father so open and vulnerable. Odin is supposed to be a stern, intimidating man, but now he resembles nothing but an old, weary man. "We're afraid of what can happen to you, son, and I hope you understand that we are only doing what is the best solution for you."

"Then don't send me there," Loki says. He is crying and it pains Thor to see the raw hopelessness in his little brother's eyes. "Please don't send me there, Dad. I promise I won't hurt myself anymore. I promise I won't think such thoughts anymore. Please!"

Thor directs his gaze down to his hands. He feels an incredibly weight on his shoulders and it's crushing him. He feels his nails digging into his skin. He feels the injustice of the world and he hates it. Tears threaten to invade his eyes, but he refuses to succumb to his own torn emotions. He wishes all of this would go away. He wishes he had never made any promises. He wishes they had never met Doctor Banner. He wishes…he wishes his brother was normal.

He hates himself even more now.

"You didn't tell them about that, did you, Thor?" Loki asks, his voice soft and drained. "You didn't tell them I hurt myself, huh?"

Thor doesn't trust his voice. He shakes his head instead.

"Oh, Loki," Frigga sighs. More tears stream down her face.

"Don't cry, Mom," Loki tells her. He reaches across the table and places a hand on top of hers and Odin's. It is such an odd gesture, Thor finds, because Loki never really shows his love for their parents like this. They hug enough and they tell each other they love each other, but never before has Loki acted so delicately. "Please don't cry," he repeats, "I hate to see you like this."

"And I hate to see you like this, too," Frigga says. She lifts Loki's hand to her lips and kisses the back of his hand. "I hate to see you in so much pain. Please let us help you. Let Doctor Banner help you. I know you despise the hospital, but I truly think it is necessary."

Loki inhales sharply, but he nods. "I have been…" He sighs, thinking of a good word to describe his current situation, but he clearly comes up with nothing. "I have been in a bad place lately. I have been thinking about Sigyn a lot and thinking of her makes me sad."

"I know," Frigga says.

"I'll go with Doctor Banner," Loki concludes.

"You're doing the right thing," Odin says.

"Why don't you go to your room and pack yourself a bag," Banner says, "your parents and I still have a few details to discuss."

Loki doesn't respond. He stands and walks out of the kitchen. Thor quickly rises from his seat as well. "I'll go and help Loki," he says before hurrying from the kitchen as well. As he makes his way upstairs – towards Loki's bedroom – he feels a moment of freedom. He can breathe better and some of the tension slips from his shoulders because he knows Loki will get help again. There is hope again.

He knocks on his brother's door, but he doesn't wait for a reaction. He opens the door and finds Loki collecting a few shirts and pants. His head is bowed and his black hair covers most of his face. Thor can still see tears roll down Loki's cheeks, though, and he somehow feels he is the reason for them. He is the reason Loki is crying because he didn't keep his promise.

"Do you hate me?" Thor hears himself ask. He hadn't actually intended for the question to slip from his tongue.

"No," Loki answers. He still doesn't look up to meet his brother's blue eyes. Instead he gathers a few sweaters and throws them in a bag as well. "I don't hate you, Thor, I could never hate you."

"I would understand if you did," Thor tells him. He thinks of their parents sitting downstairs with Doctor Banner and he wonders what they are talking about. The extent of Loki's stay in the hospital? The types of medicine Loki will be forced to take? "I'm really sorry, Loki, for breaking my promise."

Loki shrugs. "I know why you did it," he says quietly, "and it hurts, but then again, the truth often hurts."

Thor nods. "Have you really been thinking about Sigyn again so much?" He asks. He leans against the wall as he scrutinizes his brother's every move. He can tell Loki tensed when he heard her name. Thor faintly wonders if Loki would be in this mess if Sigyn had never had that accident.

"I always think about her, Thor," Loki says after a short silence, "it's the type of thoughts that changes." He stops packing a bag and finally turns to face his brother. He looks exhausted and resigned. "I often think about old memories. I remember when we played outside as kids. I remember watching movies when we grew older. But now I only think of her dying. I wonder what her last thought was or if she was in any pain." He bites down on his lip, a thought clearly on his mind, but he appears uncertain on whether or not he wants to share it. "I think… I think about what it would be like to have died with her."

Thor has no words for that.

Loki chuckles with humor. He returns his gaze to his bag, checking the contents. "I know I need help," he says, throwing a toothbrush in the bag, "but it's very hard to admit that. Who does like to admit that they are broken?"

"You're not broken." Thor walks towards Loki and places his hands on his shoulders. He waits until Loki looks up to meet his gaze. "You are not broken, Loki, do you hear me? You're just going through another rough period. Doctor Banner will help you. Our parents will help you. And you have me, do you understand?" Thor pulls his little brother close, embracing him tightly. "You'll always have me."

Loki accepts the embrace. "Thank you, brother," he says and he sounds a bit more energized, "that means a lot."

~ 0 ~

History class ends and the students all leave to head to their third period. It's math, so they have to get to the other side of the building in less than three minutes. It's nearly impossible, but no one minds of course. Thor takes a hold of Sif's hand, but just before he exits the classroom, Mr. Coulson calls his name. Thor turns around and walks towards the teacher.

Coulson waits until they are alone – though Sif is standing just outside. "Thor, I wanted to ask how you are."

Thor sighs. He should have seen this coming and he really isn't in the mood to have this kind of talk. He has already received enough sympathies for one day. He can't take any more because he fears he'll burst and shout for everyone to shut up. They don't understand after all. They don't know what he's going through. How can they?

"I'm fine, Mr. Coulson," Thor replies politely. He hopes that answer will satisfy him. "Of course the situation isn't easy, but…I'm fine."

Coulson can see straight through his act. He even raises one eyebrow, but he doesn't ask any more questions. He doesn't prod Thor for the truth"If there is ever anything I can do, let me know," he says, "I also want you to know that if you have any questions about the material you missed the past two weeks, you can always ask me."

"Thanks, I will," Thor replies, but he already knows he'll never ask Coulson for extra information or explanation. "I actually have math right now and I hate to be late." Another lie. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Coulson."

He walks out of the classroom, finding Sif just outside waiting for him. He pulls her close and they slowly walk towards their next class. They are already five minutes late, but Thor couldn't care less. He enjoys the short moment of silence and he enjoys Sif's presence. He's struggling, however. He can feel this and he knows he's about to break down.

The sudden helplessness feels like a pair of cold, clammy hands tightening around his throat. He can barely breathe and so he halts. Sif turns to look at him, her brown gaze filled with nothing but concern. Thor faintly wonders if this is what Loki saw in everyone's eyes. Concern. Fear. Sorrow.

"Thor?"

"I need a moment," Thor tells her. He watches Sif step closer towards him. She puts her arms around his shoulders and holds him. It's a simple gesture, but it's comforting and Thor is grateful to have such a supporting, understanding friend with him at this dire hour. "I'm glad that I'm back here, but somehow it feels different."

"We can skip math if you want to," Sif says, "we can find a quiet place for a moment and talk."

"Yeah," Thor sighs, "I would like that."

They find an abandoned classroom in the next hallway. They sneak inside and carefully close the door behind them. Thor takes a seat near the window and stares outside. There is a group of students playing baseball and the teacher is laughing about a kid who has the funniest way of holding the bat. Thor wonders when the last time was that he laughed, but he can't even remember. Again he wonders if Loki has had similar thoughts at one point in his life.

"No one will disturb us," Sif assures him. She takes a seat next to him, her hand finding his way towards his. "Talk to me, Thor, tell me what you're thinking."

"You know what I'm thinking of," he replies sharply. He hadn't meant to sound rude, but sometimes he has enough of people acting so caring around him. He feels like people suddenly think he is made of glass. He isn't fragile and he doesn't want sad faces all around him. His own sadness is enough to deal with. "You know who I am thinking of."

"You're not still feeling guilty, are you?" Sif asks. "Because what happened is your fault."

"I'm not naïve," Thor says, "and I'm not even selfish enough to claim that it is entirely my fault, but I did betray him, didn't I? I made him a promise, Sif, and I broke it."

"You've told me about that," Sif says quietly, "and you also told me that Loki never blamed you."

"Of course he did," Thor replies angrily, "but he was tired of worrying us all. He would never admit that he blamed me because he knew I already worried enough about him. But the truth remains that he was sent to the hospital because of me. He was forced to stay in that place for five weeks. Because of me. I broke my promise."

"And you think that is why Loki killed himself?" Sif asks.

"Not the only reason," Thor sighs. He buries his face in the palms of his hands and forces himself to take in a few deep breaths. He realizes he hasn't really talked to anyone about Loki recently. Of course he has talked to his parents about him. He has talked to Doctor Banner about him, but not to his friends or teachers.

"You told me Loki came home as a better person," Sif says, sounding confused, "you said he looked happier. He took his medication and he followed his psychiatrist's advice. You said he was getting better."

"Yes," Thor admitted, "he did appear better. He smiled more, but then…then he fell into the pit again."

Sif frowned and swallowed heavily. "I don't understand."

"Loki once tried to explain to me what he was always going through," Thor explains, ""he told me how he was always in a pit, trying to reach the surface where he would feel the warmth of sunlight again. If he reached the sunshine, he would be happy, but he told me that he never reaches the surface because as he climbs up, he loses grip and he falls back into the darkness."

Sif doesn't say anything. She stares at Thor who is grateful that she's not crying.

"When Loki returned from the hospital," he continues, "he nearly reached that sunlight. I think he was so close that he could feel distant warmth. He was so close, but somehow he slipped again and he fell. I think he broke in that moment. I think he lost all hope. He didn't bother trying to climb. He was just tired of trying over and over again."

"I'm so sorry," Sif whispered.

"I miss him, Sif," he says. He inhales sharply, but he feels the walls around him crashing down. He feels tears sting his eyes and he doesn't bother to force them away. He's all alone with his girlfriend after all and she has seen him cry enough these past two weeks. "I'd give anything to see him again, to talk to him one last time. I wish- I wish-" He can't complete his sentence. He just cries.

They don't go to any more classes that day.

Because Thor cries and he can't stop.

~ 0 ~

3 months later

~ 0 ~

The house is quiet when Thor comes home from school. He enters the kitchen, hoping to find his mother there, but he sees no one. He searches the living room, the bathroom, the garden. He goes up the stairs, intending to enter his parent's bedroom, when he hears Frigga's voice coming from a little room at the end of the corridor. It's where the sheets and linen are kept, along with other old stuff no one wants anymore.

At least, that is what Thor thought.

"Here you are," he says as he walks into the room.

Frigga sits on the floor, boxes and papers all around her. She wears casual clothes which tell Thor she has been home for a while already. He wonders if she went to work today, knowing that she's still struggling with Loki's death. They are all still struggling, but Thor feels like he is finally regaining grip on life. He can finally see a light at the end of the tunnel. He knows a time will come where he won't hurt every day.

"Come sit with me for a moment," Frigga invites him. She pushes aside some of the papers so that Thor can come and sit next to her. When he does so, she smiles at him and it's a genuine smile, not a fake one she has become so good at. Thor hates to see her fake smile, but he's grateful that she never threw him one. She never put up a façade for him. "I want to show you something," she adds.

Thor raises one eyebrow, but he understands what she means when she hands him a picture. It's old. Really old. It shows Thor as a small boy – perhaps two years old – with a small bundle in his arms. The bundle is Loki and his little hands are grasping Thor's long, blond hair. Thor wishes he could remember that moment.

"Loki had just been really sick," Frigga tells him. She gazes at the picture, her smile still firmly in place. "He had a fever and he lost a bit of weight because he refused to eat. Your father and I were very worried about him. But after a week he got better, but he still cried a lot. Then your father put him in your arms and he started to giggle."

Thor can't believe that this is the first time he is hearing this story. He wonders if there are more like these, because he wants to hear them all. Then he realizes that his mother is talking about her youngest son and she isn't on the verge of bursting into tears. Thor looks at her and for a moment he thinks she is happy again, but he knows that's not the case. Frigga won't ever be truly happy again because she thinks she doesn't deserve it. And when she will be happy again, she'll feel guilty about it.

"Look at this one," Thor says, picking up another picture lying around. It is still an old photo, but Thor is older here. He looks around five so he should remember this, but Thor's mind comes up empty. "I'm crying here," he continues, "why am I crying."

Frigga chuckles as she takes the picture from Thor. "You're five here," she explains. She stares at the picture for a short moment, then sighs. "This picture is taken in Greece. We were on a holiday there because friends had just bought a small vacation house. You're crying because Loki just pushed you into the swimming pool and at the time, you were still afraid of swimming. Loki felt so bad about what he had done that he jumped in right after you. Loki was only three, but he was a good swimmer."

That does ring a faint bell. It's only images that he remembers. A certain room. Sunlight. Thor remembers going on a vacation there as a child, but that is about it. He doesn't remember the details. He is drawn out of his thoughts when Frigga hands him a third photo. It shows Thor and Loki lying in bed together, a blanket surrounding them.

"That's taken the same day Loki threw you into the pool," Frigga explains, "it was already late and you boys were very tired. Your father and I were downstairs and suddenly, the house grew so silent. We thought something had happened, because you two usually made so much noise so we came to find you. And there you were. You're reading Loki his favorite story- Well, not actually reading it. You couldn't read yet, but you had heard it so many times before that you already knew it by heart." Frigga takes Thor's hand into her own and squeezes it gently. "Your father took that picture," she adds.

Thor sucks in a deep breath. He doesn't know the last time he's had a conversation like this with his mother, but he's enjoying it and he hopes it will continue for a little while longer. "How is Dad?" He asks. "I know he's…hiding from me."

"He's not hiding, Thor," Frigga replies softly.

"I've not seen him cry since Loki's funeral," Thor says. He doesn't know why that matters. It shouldn't matter whether his father has cried or not during the last few months. Tears aren't proof of someone's heartache. He knows Odin misses his youngest son and he knows he is hurting. All Thor wishes is that his father wouldn't hide it from him. There was no need after all.

"Come here," Frigga says. She pulls him into a firm embrace, her thin fingers sliding through his blond hair. "Your father loved Loki very much and I know he hasn't…mentioned him a lot lately, but that's only because it hurts him too much." She pauses and Thor can hear her breathing quickening. "He will hate me for telling you this because he has tried to hide it from you, but not a day has gone by where your father hasn't cried."

"We all miss him," Thor sighs.

They sit there for a while, simply enjoying each other's company. Eventually Frigga lets go of him and they look at more pictures. Frigga tells him stories of Loki's childhood. She tells him about his favorite food or how he used to grow angry whenever Thor wasn't paying him enough attention. Thor loves hearing these tales and he can't help but think that Loki would have loved hearing them as well.

"Well," Frigga announces after an hour, "I need to get dinner ready."

"I'll put all the pictures back in the boxes," Thor offers. He already starts to collect them all when Frigga places a quick and loving kiss on his cheek. She stands, ready to walk out of the little room when another thought crashes into Thor's mind. "Mom?"

Frigga stops, turns around and waits for Thor to speak again.

"Thinking of Loki… It hurts more than I thought possible," Thor begins, unsure of what he actually wants to tell his mother, "because it forces us to remember the fact that he killed himself. Remembering him makes us realize that we'll never create any new memories of him." He swallows heavily, feeling the weight of his mother's gaze crushing him, but he feels the needs to tell her this. "But today, for the first time, we remembered Loki and we didn't cry. For the first time, we smiled again, together. Thank you for that."

Frigga walks back towards her son and wraps her arms around him even though he is sitting on the floor and she is standing. She presses a kiss to the top of his head and when she lets go of him, Thor is relieved that she's not crying. He doesn't want to see her cry, not now.

"I love you, Thor," she tells him, "don't ever forget it."

"I love you, too."

~ 0 ~

9 months later

~ 0 ~

Everything is quiet, but that doesn't bother Thor. He is holding Sif's hand in his and he enjoys her presence. He's glad she is with him and he feels incredibly lucky that she hasn't left him because he knows he's been a terrible boyfriend. But here she is standing, in a white dress and her hair loose around her shoulders. When she feels Thor's gaze on her, she turns to look at him and she smiles.

Thor smiles back and then focuses on his parents standing at his other side. They are holding hands as well and Frigga's head is resting against Odin's shoulder. They look calm and serene, and Thor can only guess what they are thinking. He does know who they are thinking about.

He lowers his gaze and stares at the marble square. Loki's name is engraved in it, as well as the date of his birth and death. It's hard looking at it, but over the past few months, Thor has grown…used to it. It is there and that is that. Today is a special day, however, which makes standing here more difficult.

Today marks the one year anniversary of Loki's death. Thor finds it odd to think of it as an anniversary. It makes it sound as if there should be celebrating. That's not the case of course. Today is spent in silence and sorrow.

"We miss you, Loki," Thor says, feeling the need to break the silence. They have been standing there for over an hour already, but no one had spoken a word yet. Thor is glad that he's the first to speak and he's glad that his words were nothing but the truth.

"Indeed," Odin agrees, "it is very quiet around the house now."

Frigga nods. "But we think of you every day."

Thor puts an arm around Sif's bare shoulders and pulls her closer. "Let's go home," he says, his gaze falling on every face around him. He sees Frigga's heartache. He notices Odin's teary eyes. When he looks at Sif, she offers him a faint smile, but she looks solemn and sad, too. "I want to look at those pictures again, Mom," he adds, "I want you and Dad to tell more stories of when Loki and I were young."

"That sounds like a marvelous plan," Frigga replies. She and Odin make their way out of the cemetery, hand in hand. It's almost strange to think that Loki's death has brought them closer together. They aren't necessarily happier, but they express their love for one another more often now.

"Goodbye, brother," Thor says, hoping that Loki can actually hear him somewhere. He enjoys the idea that he's never truly alone. He enjoys the idea that somewhere, Loki is watching over him, together with Sigyn and perhaps with their grandparents. Thor finds comfort in that thought. "I'll see you around."

~ 0 ~

The End.

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