I'm just going to totally ignore the Chitauri and the Avengers. This is more of a family relationship fic than anything else because for some reason I really enjoy writing that kind of thing.

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Chapter 1

Loki let his grasp on the staff loosen. As he began to fall away from the bridge he stared up at his family until he could bear to look no longer, he turned and faced his fate. If he was honest he didn't care what happened to him now. He had lost everything, his home, his family even his name was no longer his own. The wormhole closed behind him and then there was nothing. The darkness was all encompassing, it was tangible and it seemed to wrap itself around him in a way which he found slightly comforting. As he drifted he thought. He thought about everything. His life, his pains, his feelings. He thought of many things; from inconsequential things to distract himself, to things that made him want to tear his brain out in frustration and sorrow. Until eventually he ran out of things to think about. Having exhausted himself of thought he gave up.

He didn't think now, he did nothing. He just allowed himself to drift in the darkness and let himself forget the heartbreak he felt at the loss of his place in Asgard and with his family. The darkness took him and he allowed it, anything to dull the ache in his chest.

For an immeasurable length of time Loki drifted, unthinking and uncaring of his fate. He lost what remained of himself, he buried himself deeply and drifted. He could have steered himself in the beginning but it was too late for that now. His magic had been depleted as it was used in his continued survival. It was an unconscious decision, his magic kept him alive for now but eventually it would run out and he would die. Alone and unmourned. Not an unexpected fate for the God of lies.

Suddenly the darkness was broken by a blinding light, the light surrounded him and filled him almost as completely as the darkness had. He felt himself being pulled through the universe and didn't even try to stop the screams that he felt leave him. The terror he felt brought him to new heights of panic. Until mercifully he passed into unconsciousness.

Frigga sat by her son's bedside as he slept, he had been returned to her from the void and for that she was thankful. He had been gone for so many years and she had mourned him, to have him back in Asgard was more of relief than any she had ever felt before. She loved him dearly and couldn't blame him for what he had done, nobody in their little family did. Odin took most of the blame onto himself, he had confided in his Queen that the guilt he felt at Loki's fall from grace was great and he felt he had failed their son. Frigga took some blame onto herself as well, if they had only been honest with Loki from the start. It was their love for him that had blinded them, they had only wished to see him content and happy in his life but no matter their reasoning the consequences of their actions had damned Loki in the end.

Loki had awoken once since his arrival and he had seemed vacant and distant but that was only to be expected. He had fallen back into sleep quickly and had remained asleep for a day and a half, Frigga hoped he would awaken soon as the worry began to eat at her. It was another seven tense hours for Frigga before he began to stir. He came back to her slowly until his eyes focussed on her. He seemed better this time, less distant but she saw no recognition in his eyes. "Wha...?" She leant over and brushed some hair out of his face, she let her hand linger on his cheek as she told him that he was safely home now and that all was forgiven. He just looked at her, more confused than anything else. "I don't... who are you?" his voice was soft as he question her. She felt tears come unbidden to her eyes as she forced herself to tell him she was his mother. That she had raised him from a baby and that she had always loved him.

This seemed to be too much for the man lying in the bed to take in, he just zoned out for a while. He was unresponsive as she continued to stroke his cheek while she waited for him to come back. It took a while but his eyes once again focused on her and he looked tired again so she pulled the duvet that covered him up to his chin and told him to rest.

When she was sure he was deeply asleep she left for a moment to go to the family room, where Thor and Odin were congregated to inform them that Loki had awoken again but that he seemed to remember nothing. She had left one of her handmaidens outside Loki's door to ensure that he wouldn't be disturbed, she had hesitated in letting one of her maidens into the room itself, just in case he woke up and was scared. She regretted that decision when soon after she had left Loki for the family room, a handmaiden had burst into the room and told them that Loki had awoken but some sort of madness had taken him.

They all rushed to their family members room, Odin was the first to react and was therefore the first to get to Loki's room and enter. The sight that greeted him was heartbreaking. Loki was sat in the centre of his destroyed room, his knees tucked under his chin with his arms wrapped around them. He was sobbing uncontrollable and begging for the light that had been lost to him. Odin ordered the candles picked up and relit, it seemed that Loki had been firing his magical energy in the vain attempt to frighten away the dark. The light seemed to calm Loki, as did Frigga who had run to him and held him as Thor relit the candles. She listened as he mumbled pleading words under his breath, he pleaded for light and begged not to be alone.

When he had calmed he was unfocussed again. It seemed that what had happened had been too much again, so as a family they put him to bed. Frigga cleaned and bandaged the wounds that he had inflicted on himself in his panic, and once he was cleaned and redressed Frigga tucked him in as she used to as a child. Odin and Thor sat on the opposite side of the bed and she knew that none of them would allow him to be alone and scared any time in the future.

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