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There is a soft prodding on his face, he can feel it even through his slumber. He's warm, oh so very warm here and he does not want to wake. Even though his dreams are dark, the memories he relives behind closed lids are ones he fears, he simply will not wake. The punishment he puts himself through at night is fit for a man of his type, a man with no check of going to far, no rein of control. He only wants to know who he is, what he is, but no one will tell him and now they'll never say. The prodding grows harder across his smooth cheek and he lolls his head, right into something wet and cold.

"Is he alive?" comes a soft murmur of a male's voice. All too quickly he remembers where he is, Midgard and that the mortals are near. His eyes pop open quickly and flash across the sky. It's snowing, how fitting, and he scrambles to sit up, feeling the heavy weight of something warm fall around his hips. And suddenly he is freezing again, teether chattering. He notices his arms going blue and the cold begins to numb.

"Dude!" shouts the same male voice, "He's going blue!"

Loki scrambles for the blanket to stick his arm under, changing his skin color to normal again. He turns his face to three humans, two males and a female. They all look at him curiously, but the girl catches his eye. There is something not right with her, he can tell. The way her blue eyes are glittering seem less mortal and more immortal. But she brushes a strand of golden hair away from her face and turns to the boys.

"Do you speak english?" the raven haired boys says, a voice different from the one asking if he were alive or not.

"Of course," Loki snips, he was about to add that he spoke all the languages but refrained, because he was a mortal here and not a God. "Where am I?" he demands, looking around. The tree give each other worried looks and turn to face the fallen God.

"Dude," whispers the red haired man to the black haired man, "We should get him to a hospital. He might have hypothermia or something."

The three nod to each other and the boys grasp Loki from underneath the arms. Not one to be touched, he wiggles away and forces himself to stand. But just as he does, he is pitched forward and into the waiting arms of the blonde girl. For a second he inhaled, smelling her sweet scent so familiar to him and struggling back up to his feet. She was so vaguely familiar...

"Let us help, dude," one man says, "You're in no condition to walk."

Loki resigns, content to letting the two mortals shuffle him over to a side walk. The woman brushes past him.

"I'll go get the car," she calls, already jogging off down the road. Loki tries again.

"Where am I?" he asks more firm this time.

"New York City," they say, "Do you not remember?"

Loki's features grow pale as he blinks slowly. He was, without a doubt, on Midgard and these, without a doubt are mortals. He turns his eyes up to the sky and watches as small frosty drops of snow are falling, entangling themselves in his raven hair and landing on his mortal clothing. The two sitting next to him give each other worried glances, watching this man, seemingly dazed and confused as he tries to make sense of where he is.

"Do you remember anything?" the light haired man asks.

Of course I do, he thinks darkly, But there's no way I'm telling you.

"No," Loki says instead, "Where am I in New York City?"

He looks around and all he sees in nature covered in a blanket of white frosty snow. New York City, from what he knew of Midgard, was the "concrete jungle" of the "United States". It was a city. He had not expected to find so much nature in such a large city. Perhaps they were wrong about it being just a full city...

"You're in central park," the guy says in a hurried tone, "I hope Sarah gets back with the car soon, this guy needs to see a doctor right now."

"Can you tell us your name sir?" came the voice of the raven haired man.

'Lo-" but he stops, not about to say his real name, "Leo." The men nod and look off to see a large metal contraption driving towards them. The blonde girl -Sarah as he now knows- jumps out and pulls open the door, ushering the three of them towards her.

"Hurry," she says, "Let's get him to the hospital."

Loki's eyes meet with hers once again and he sees an other-wordly glint in them. She, noticing he's looked her in the eyes, ducks her head to hide her gaze. Loki knows there is something strange with her, something not right about this "mortal" and, as one never to be fooled, he is determined to find out what.

"Because I am a monster parents tell their children about at night?"

Loki's words are echoing in Odin's head, bouncing around and around and around like a ball, unable to stop the momentum that it has. He ducks his head in shame. He's been trying so hard to get those words from his mind, trying to forget the son he's betrayed. But Loki has left his imprint on Odin's mind, in his eye and in his heart. He knew it was selfish, to take the baby from the temple, but he had too. Loki was so small, so human. Odin couldn't just leave him in the aftermath.

He feels his heart clench and grips his chest, causing Thor to rush to his side, holding him up to keep the old man from falling. Thor struggles to keep his stance until the old man has righted himself.

"You are thinking of Loki again," he says, not a question but a statement. Odin nods.

"It all makes sense now, you couldn't have a frost giant sitting on the throne of Asgard!"

"I think of him too," Thor says quietly, though it is all he says. Carefully Thor sets his father down on the seat, settling himself beside him as Odin rubs his face in his palms.

"You took me for a purpose..."

"Loki is gone," Odin says with an indefinite tone in his voice, "And as much as we want him to return, we can not bring him back."

Odin stands again, unable to sits and close his eyes because Loki's face floods his mind.

"I could have done it father...for you...for all of us..."

"No Loki," Odin whispers aloud, his son's name leaving his lips. He brings his fingers up to touch them, to taste them, to taste his son's name on his lips one last time. Odin will never let anyone see how much pain he really is in, how much he blames himself for the loss of Loki, for the way things turned out to be. Thor tries to stand next to Odin, to calm him, but he brushes Thor's hand away.

"Leave me be," he growls, "I do not wish for company."

He turns away from Thor and stalks back into his bed chambers, closing the door and letting it vibrate into the silence.

"You know it all makes sense now, why you favored Thor all these years, because no matter how much you claim to love me..."

And for the first time in a long time, Odin, God of Gods sits down on his bed and begins to weep.

And it it Thor who hears his pain.

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