Unknown Fate Sewn
Chapter Four: Visits and Rumors

A/N: The reviews! Seriously, you guys are killing me! :'D (Sorry I didn't have time to respond to them! I will next time I come across some free wifi!) Thank you so much for all your kind words! On a side note, I kind of think of Clëa looking more Asian than anything. Kinda like Hogun, ya know? Just thought I'd throw that out there. And congratulations to the Guest that reviewed! He/she (I apologize, for I do not know your gender) has one small but important thing I added in the last chapter: Thor's lie to Odin. Now, like Guest said, Thor shouldn't have lied, for Loki was definitely NOT alright, and it was important Odin know just how serious a shape Loki was in. BUT. While Thor is trying to be a good brother, I didn't say he was doing a perfect job at being one. And since he is not the expert at lying, he does not fully know when is a good time to lie and when a lie could cause further harm.

So I congratulate to you, Guest, for catching that! :D And here's a little hint about this chapter: *sing song voice* Someone's gonna get a surprise visit from daddy~

Oh, and warning: I'm not so good with Odin, so he's probably ooc in this chapter. Loki and Thor are ooc too. And Natasha. You know what, how about this: ALMOST EVERYONE IN THIS CHAPTER IS OOC. THE BOOKS WHICH LOKI ARE READING ARE OOC. EVEN THE FREAKING DOORS AND MJOLNIR ARE OOC. EVERYTHING IS OOC. There, I said it. Also, the chapter is… sucky, to say the least. I apologize. *bows*

Now, without further ado, here is chapter four!

Disclaimer: Oh mighty gods of the universe, if I own The Avengers, give me a sign! … … … …I'll just take that as a 'we'll think it over'? … …Ugh, fine, I don't own The Avengers. *grumble*

Get away, all these shadows in my mind
Try to hide, try to fight
For too much my eyes go blind
All these hopes, all these tears
All those never ending fears
See me stumble, see me fall, been so close to lose it all
All these times I cried, where's the angel by my side?
Countless thoughts fill my head
-Phalanx (I'm Alive)

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Like Clint, Natasha had decided not to live in Stark tower and chose to visit often. She heard about Barton's visit and how he ended up being Loki'd, and she heard all about the god of mischief's pranks on the rest of the team. 'Try as he might,' she thought. 'He's not going to prank me.'

Entering the tower, she headed up to the leisure floor; or, as Stark liked to call it, the gathering floor. Climbing up the stairs– why take the elevator when you can burn some good ol' calories walking?– up to the right floor, she thought how she would avoid the pranking god and his tricks. Too busy thinking, and not really expecting anything yet, she didn't even notice the string had triggered getting to the top of a flight of stairs. There was a loud popping sound that came from wall to her right and on instinct she rolled forward, pulled out her gun, and aimed. A new year popper was stuck to the wall near the ceiling and she released the breath she had been holding. Turning around, she holstered her gun and continued walking up the stairs. Several flights later, she turned a corner; stepping onto a near invisible line that triggered a trap.

As she turned the corner, something pitch white with something glowing red suddenly flew at her from the wall giving a deep growl. There was another loud 'pop' and she pulled out her gun without hesitation, firing a bullet into her attackers skull. Her heart raced and she looked at what sprang at her. It was a life-sized skeleton with glowing eyes that now flickered and shut off, the bullet apparently hitting its circuits. Movement up above caught her attention and she looked up only to see the smug look Loki held. "Try as you might," the words above his head read, "You cannot escape the god of mischief's pranks." He disappeared back into the gathering room and Natasha buried her face into her palm.

She felt like a complete idiot for falling for something so damn childish.

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Four days passed and things had returned to their usual schedule of returning and borrowing books from the library. Thor had ultimately decided to ignore Clëa– her mood seemed to change every time Loki was brought up– and decided to just search the library for the books himself. Thankfully, and much to his relief, Loki started writing down where in the library the books could be found and which shelf they would be on, making Thor's job a breeze. The god of thunder still borrowed books from Loki as well, though he could seldom understand most of them. He had learned a few things from the books he did understand and the facts remained close in his memory incase Loki would bring up the subject he read about and they could have a– somewhat– decent conversation on it.

Entering his brother's room the same time he always did, he found the god smoothing out any wrinkles there were in the dark tunic he was wearing. He was nervous. Thor gave a kind smile, knowing why Loki was in such a mood. "Do not worry, Loki. Everything will be fine." The smaller god couldn't help but give Thor a worried look through the mirror he was in front of. The god of thunder made his way over to his brother, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You needn't worry so much all the time, you know."

"But what if Mother–"

"Mother will be happy to see you," Thor cut in. "She's been wanting to visit you the day you returned but figured you would come to her when you were ready." He turned Loki so that he was facing him directly and placed his hand in the nape of his brother's neck. "Everything will be fine. I promise." A spark of hope appeared in those forest-green eyes before Loki looked off to the side, lightly pushing Thor's hand away.

"Fine. Just don't get all mushy on me. You know I'm not one for much sentiment." Thor gave a chuckle. "Now begone. I wish to get ready and I can not do that with you standing there like a lummox." The older of the two simply rolled his eyes and headed for the door.

"Fine, fine, have it your way. You know where to find me if you need anything." The moment Thor left, the god of mischief gave a nervous sigh. It wasn't that he was afraid of his mother, no. He was certain she would never hurt him– or, at least, he hoped that was the case. It was just… What if she didn't like him anymore? What if she finally saw what he really was, a monster, and decided to disown him? He began to play with his hands, his eyes cast to the floor.

'But Thor said it would be fine. He promised, again. He kept his promise last time, so it must be safe to say everything will be fine.' He still did not feel convinced and resumed pulling at his tunic and wiping away any speck of dust he thought he saw.

The time had come. Night had fallen so few people would be in the halls, giving Loki a chance to slip into his mother's chamber unnoticed. He stood in front of his door, building up his courage to leave the safety of his room. 'Everything will be fine. Everything will be good and fine.' Taking in a deep breath, he pulled the door open and the sight of a golden hall came to view. Leaving the room and closing the doors behind him, he quickly walked to his mother's room; his eyes darting all around to make sure no one could sneak up on him. The walk seemed to take forever, but he was there in less than a minute. He rushed into his mother's chamber, closing the door behind him without a sound.

"Loki!" He turned to meet his mother and before he could even try to make a sentence, he was pulled into her warm embrace. All his worry, and his nervousness, it all washed away in that moment. He returned the hug tightly and, in truth, he never felt safer at that moment. She began to pull away, much to his dismay, but he could still feel the warmth of her hug. "Loki, how have you been? Oh my, you look so thin and tired…" She looked him over, worry clearly visible in her eyes.

"Do not worry, Mother. I am well, though I have been better." He dared not lie to his mother. It was physically impossible for him to do that, for this was the one person he could be perfectly honest with. "How have you been faring lately? You look quite tired yourself."

"Things have been a little hectic lately, but it is nothing. It will pass over soon enough." She took his hand in hers and guided him over to a chair. "Have a seat, please. There is so much I want to talk to you about." Loki wished he could have smiled at how excited his mother was at seeing him. He gladly sat down and began to converse happily with his mother.

Things couldn't have gone better with his mother. She managed to avoid all the question Loki silently hoped she wouldn't ask, whether is was accidental or purposely he did not know, but was still grateful. She had also said that if there was anything she could do for him, to let her know and it would be done. He kindly declined her offer, for, in truth, there was little she could do for him. On top of that, he didn't want to be a burden to her. They said their goodbyes and with one last warm embrace, Loki left.

The walk back didn't seem as bad as it been, but he still kept his pace quick. He was halfway to his destination when the sound of footsteps echoed behind him. Panic began to rise within him when he realized he had brought no weapon him. He kept up his pace, his hands clenched tightly as tried to keep his breathing even. If someone were to attack him, he would have one chance to attack; his magic allowing no more than one powerful hit. He turned and was relieved to see his door come into view. His quick pace almost turned into a jog and when he reached his door, he practically dove in; closing the door the immediate second he was in. He turned the lock and released a deep breath. Humiliation and assassination had been avoided… for now.

Two days later, things took a turn. By now three weeks had gone by without any arguments between the brothers, but that was about to change. Thor had just left with an arm-full of read books when a knock came at Loki's door. The god of mischief wondered who it could have been, seeing as he didn't have any friends in Asgard. 'Maybe a messenger…?' He opened the door and looked up.

There in the doorway stood Odin.

Loki took a step away from the male as if he had been on fire. Honestly, he wanted to avoid the male as long as possible, for he felt no comfort whatsoever around him. He only felt betrayal and pain and, on a somewhat higher level, a little fear. His jaw tightened and hands clenched. He certainly hadn't been ready to see the male so soon. "May I come in?" Loki stood frozen for a second. Thor had just gone to library and wouldn't be back for at least ten minutes or more. Swallowing hard, he moved to the side so Odin could enter. The All-Father looked over Loki, his gaze soft and unthreatening. "You do not seem well."

"Whatever made you think I was?" They stared at each other and only then did it dawn on the god of mischief. His eyes darkened. 'Thor…'

"Tell me what troubles you," Odin said, his voice soft. "For I wish to help."

"Help? Oh, you've done a wonderful job at that so far."

"Loki, I did not come here to fight," he kept his voice soft and low. "I came here because I was worried about you. I waited so long to come because I knew you would not want to see me for some time." The younger god did not reply, his fists shaking lightly. Whether it was from nervousness or fear, he did not know. He decided to side with nervousness. "What happened after you fell?"

Falling. Lots of falling. Falling forever it seemed. Then an impact. He reached a world. The Chitauri's world. Then pain. Pain became his world, his life. Pain was all he knew.

"Loki? Do you wish to sit down?" Loki looked up slowly before shaking his head.

"I do not wish to speak about it."

"It might help ease the nightmares if you talked about it," Odin suggested, receiving a hard glare from his son. "That is why you are not sleeping, is it not?" Loki shook his head, running a hand through his hair. No, no, no. He certainly was not ready for this.

"Leave me."

"Loki, why do you–"

"Just leave."

"–keep everything in secret?"

"I wish to be alone."

"I'm trying to help you."

"You cannot help me!" Loki's head snapped up, his eyes hard and glossy. "Can you take back the torture that has been dealt to me? No. You can not. Can you go back in time and change the past? No. So what help could you possibly offer?" The room grew quiet and cold, and all comfort that had been there was now gone. Odin had come too soon, Loki was not yet ready to talk.

"I am sorry to have upset you," he nearly whispered. "I came here to try and help… But all I've done is anger you." Loki released a sigh. His head hurt.

"I… I am just not ready to talk about it."

"I understand. If you ever want to talk…" The younger god nodded. "Take care, Loki." Odin left, leaving the god of mischief to stand there massaging his temple. Minutes later, Thor walked in; a smile on his features.

"Here are the books you wrote down. I nearly brought down one of the shelves in an attempt to– Loki, are you okay?" He set the books the down on the desk and walked over to his brother. He reached out to touch his shoulder when green eyes glared at him.

"Do not touch me." Thor immediately retracted his hand.

"Loki, what is the matter?"

"I just got a surprise visit from Odin," the letters read. "He said I did not seem well." Thor deflated.

"Loki, I lied because I knew you did not want Father to know what state you were in."

"Well, your little lie didn't do me any good," Loki snapped. His head was really starting to hurt.

"What happened? Did something go–"

"I was not yet ready to see him, you idiot!"

"I only did what I thought was best!" Thor defended.

"Well your best is detrimental to my health!" Thor opened his mouth to reply, but quickly caught himself. His anger nearly got the best of him. He let out a heavy breath.

"Loki, I meant no harm. Please, I–"

"Get out."

"Brother–"

"I said not to call me that! Now get out!" A spell flew from Loki's hand and Thor barely jumped out of the way in time. It was a weak spell, one that could not have done any damage, but Thor got the message. He got up and exited the room. Loki took in several breaths, mentally giving a curse at how such a pathetic spell used up a fourth of what little magic he had. He cradled his head throbbing head in his hands, a low, animalistic growl emanating from his throat. 'And damn this headache to Hel! I've had enough of pain already, I don't need a migraine on top of it all!' Turning on his heel, walked the bathroom and promptly slammed the door.

Sixty-five days.

Sixty-five days and not a sound from Loki. Thor had at his brother's door nearly two hours everyday, asking and pleading to be let in.

But there was no answer.

For the first five weeks, when he had asked to be let in, his brother would bang the door from the other side, a clear sign he wanted to be left alone. But Thor had not given up. He apologized over and over again from the hall, angry with himself that the one time he lied it brought him and his brother apart. Mother said give him time, but Thor had a hard time doing that. Three weeks had been the longest Loki had gone without a sound in the past and he wondered how long Loki would ignore him this time.

But now sixty-five days have gone by.

And Thor couldn't take it anymore.

Not a sound had been heard for four weeks straight and that was more than enough cause for Thor to bring out Mjolnir. The hammer made quick work of the doors and he looked around. The perfectly organized room was empty. "Loki?" He looked to the bathroom and found the door shut. He rushed over to it and pushed it open, thankful that it wasn't locked as well. He looked and in a corner near the shower, curled up and hugging his knees, was Loki.

Thor dropped his hammer instantly, running over to his brother and falling to his knees. He lightly grabbed the male's arms, searching over the god to see if he was alright. "Loki! Loki, look at me." But it was as if Loki didn't even register his presence. He stared at the floor, his eyes blank. He took his hand and placed it under the god's chin, lifting it gently so he could look at his pale and thin face. "Loki?"

The god of mischief blinked slowly, his watery eyes finally trailing up to meet Thor's concerned face. The god of thunder saw tear trails down his brother's cheeks. Loki looked confused as to why his brother was with him. He hadn't even noticed the god of thunder enter the room. "Thor…?"

"I'm here, brother. I'm here." He pulled his brother in a tight hug and for a long while, Loki didn't hug back until finally he seemed to come back to reality. He tried to push away but Thor held him tightly, and soon the struggling turned into a tight hug, his thin frame trembling lightly. "I'm so sorry, Loki. I won't ever lie again." They stayed like this for a while, until finally the trembling stopped and Loki pulled away. "Loki…"

"They won't stop, Thor," the letters read. "The memories, they keep coming now. Even when I'm awake I can't escape them. I can't… I want it to stop." He shut his eyes tightly, remembering how utterly alone he felt for the past days. It had started out small, a flicker of shadow in the corner of his sight, but then the memories were acting out in front of him all over again. He could not escape them. Everywhere he looked, Thanos was there; ready to torture and laugh at him. He tried to fight them, but it only made it worse. At one point he barricaded himself in the bathroom in hope of escaping the hallucinations. But they didn't stop. He didn't know when he started crying or when he started crying out for Thor, his protector, his guardian angel. All he knew was that he felt so alone and haunted.

The shadows would not leave him now. Not even in the day when he was awake.

"Where were you? I couldn't... Why did you leave? I needed you and you weren't there..."

"I won't ever leave your side again, Loki. If that is what you wish, I shall not leave again." Thor looked back at the door before looking back to his brother. "Come, let's go into the other room." They slowly rose and made it to the bed where Thor pulled Loki into his chest, running a hand through his hair. Loki wanted to get up, to scream at Thor, to tell him to stop and let him go, to push him away like he always did, but the action made him feel safe.

And the only time he had felt safe within the last few years was when he had visited Frigga.

He held Thor's free arm to his chest, tracing the design on his vambraces. Things remained silent between the two for quite some time, both lost in deep thought. If Thor had to guess, two hours went by, before a familiar green smoke started to swirl. "You owe me a new pair of doors, Thor." The older god let out a quiet chuckle.

"I know." Loki furrowed his brows.

"You also have my motif carved into your vambraces… Why?"

"I thought you…" Thor swallowed hard. "…Gone. So I had it carved in. You know the custom. It's to carry deceased loved ones into battle."

"You really mourned…?"

"Of course," Thor replied, looking down at his brother. "You're my only brother, Loki. And no matter what happens, I will always love you." Loki's tracing slowed to a stop at the words, a dull ache appearing in his heart.

"You still care for me? After all I've done to you and to your precious Earth?"

"Yes," he whispered. "And no matter what else happens, I will always care for you." The god of mischief felt his eyes sting and his grip tightened on Thor's arm.

"Thank you." The older god smiled, leaning his back against the headboard. He loved the feeling of Loki's hair running through his fingers, and the action seemed to comfort both the gods. He stared ahead and into the empty hall. It had been years since he had his brother had been like this. The last time he remembered was when they only kids and Loki had gotten a really bad nightmare, so Thor stayed up with him all night; running a hand through his black hair.

"Do you… Do you want to talk about it?"

"I… I don't know."

"It's okay if you don't want to. We have all the time in the world." Loki gave a light chuckle behind clenched teeth, wishing he could at least give a smile.

"I remember falling." Thor looked down, surprised his brother was actually wiling to talk about it. He figured Loki would not want to talk about it all, and if he did, it would be weeks or months before he did. "I fell for so long. Finally I came to another world… Then all I remember is the pain." Loki's grip tightened on Thor's arm even further and the god of thunder lightly flinched at the pain, but he dared not pull away. "Pain that would not end. Pain that I desperately didn't want…"

Thor leaned down and kissed the top of Loki's head, resting his chin there. "If you don't want to talk about it, don't force yourself. I'll be here whenever you're ready." Loki nodded, releasing a soft sigh. He wasn't ready to talk about it and didn't know when he would be. Still, it was comforting to know Thor would always be there waiting. "You know, Sif and the others have been asking about you. I hope you know they do care."

"They may care, but they do not trust," the letters read. "I do not have anyone's trust here except Mother's."

"And mine," Thor reminded. "I have always trusted you."

"Which is why you are an idiot," Loki playfully added, earning a light nudge and chuckle from Thor. "They wish to visit me, don't they."

"It looks like I really can't hide anything from you," Thor mumbled. "But yes, they wish to visit you. Should… I go get them?" Releasing a small sigh, Loki nodded; sad to feel the warmth of the god slowly disappear. "I shall be back soon." He knew the warriors did not fully care for him, not yet anyway. Getting up too, the trickster went to the bathroom to wash himself up so he could look somewhat decent.

Sif didn't look very happy when her eyes fell on him and, really, he didn't blame her. Her love for Thor was practically known to everyone in Asgard except the big oaf himself– how the god of thunder missed all the signs over the centuries, Loki would never know– and Loki had kept Thor from her. Fandral seemed– Loki knew he wasn't fully comfortable around the trickster just yet– the happiest to see him, while Volstagg came in second, and Hogun, well… He didn't show very much emotion. As usual.

"You look thin," was one of the first comments.

"And tired!"

"And hung–" Volstagg received a light punch on the shoulder before he even finished the remark. "Sorry." Loki ignored the remark, though it did remind him how hungry he really was.

"You all seem to be in good health."

"That's because we are! No missions or battles have come up so we've been spending our time relaxing." Amusement glowed in Loki's eyes as he heard Fandral's statement. Oh how he loved to tease the warriors about their individual obsessions.

"By relaxing, I think you mean 'chasing girls', do you not?" The warrior's smile grew even bigger. "And for Volstagg, I believe he's been eating his heart out." Volstagg let out a content sigh as he remembered some of the succulent foods he had eaten in the past four days. "For Sif and Hogun, there's been a lot of playful sparring." Hogun spoke next.

"How have you been fairing?"

"I am well, thank you," Loki replied with a slight nod of the head. "But you must excuse me, for I must rest. I bid you all luck in your upcoming hunts and missions." They all bid their farewells and left, and Loki felt much more at ease the moment they did. 'They cannot hide their discomfort from me. It's obvious they didn't really want to visit. They probably just wanted to satisfy the big oaf.' He looked to Thor. "You may leave too, but not before you replace my doors."

Four days and things ultimately fell back together, save for the fact Loki didn't even try to sleep now, nor did he even touch his bed. So it wasn't unusual that he now requested six tomes instead of only three. Thor didn't complain. As long as his brother was fine, he was happy. He walked back from the library, his mood good and happy, when two other Aesir passed him by. Normally, he wouldn't have cared to hear what they had to say, for he was not one for rumors, but what they had been talking about stopped him in his tracks.

"I can't believe it. A Frost Giant?"

"That's what I've been told."

"It all makes sense now. I knew we couldn't trust that little snake."

"No wonder he tried to have his brother killed. He wanted to take over Asgard."

"Imagine if that Jotun runt did take the thrown for good…"

"I'd rather not think about it."

Thor's brows nearly met again. 'A Frost Giant? In Asgard? But who…?' Thor suddenly stilled. 'Surely they couldn't mean…' His pace quickened as he continued down the long, gold hall. Was his brother really a Frost Giant? It had to be a mistake. It had to be. Loki was no monster. Sure, he had done some bad things in his past, but there was no way he was a Frost Giant. He felt jittery all of a sudden, his fingers tapping against the books they held. 'Loki can't be a Frost Giant. He's too small. And he's most definitely not blue–'

"I will have destroyed that race of monsters."

His pace slowed a bit as he remembered his brother's words. That had been the first time Loki had ever called the Frost Giants 'monsters'. It was Thor who called them that, not Loki. His brother had always been curious about Jotunheim, despite it being home to their enemy. His thirst for knowledge was ever great and he studied every book in Asgard about the race. And not once did he ever show hate or disgust toward the race without reason until he had Thor had fought each other. 'I guess it finally makes sense now...'

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to destroy Jotunheim."

"The Bifrost will build until it rips Jotunheim apart."

"And what is this newfound love for the Frost Giants?"

"I'm not your brother. I never was."

"I will have destroyed that race of monsters."

Loki was actually in a good mood for once. If he had the ability to smile, he would have been smiling the entire day. He hummed to himself as he rearranged a few items in his room and thought about his situation. 'Maybe I'll leave my room today,' he thought. 'Thor and I can go out and see Mother's garden.' He loved Frigga's garden. It was so peaceful and always managed to put him at ease. Yes, he would have liked to visit the garden very much. The door opened when Loki was nearly finished with rearranging his things. "Thor, do you think we could go visit–"

"Is it true, Loki?" The god of mischief turned around at the sound of Thor's anxious voice. He gave a look of concern, feeling his day was about to take a turn for the worst.

"Is what true?"

"That you're…" Loki waited for the god of thunder to finish his question, but suddenly knew what the question was. He dropped the book and statuette he had been holding, his hands going numb. 'They know… everyone knows.' He could feel his breaths become uneven. 'They'll kill me. They'll come after the monster and slaughter me with mercy. But at least Thor–'

"When I'm king, I'll hunt the monsters down and slay them all!"

No, he was not safe. Thor would– will– kill him in an instant. He couldn't bring his eyes up to look at his brother. 'I knew it. Thor's just like the others. He's out to hurt me, to kill me. I'm going to die.' Thor saw the instant change in his brother's behavior and it was in that moment he knew the answer.

His brother was a Frost Giant.

Not that he didn't love Loki less, it was just… a lot to take in. He could only imagine how Loki felt when he had found out. He took several steps towards his brother, but Loki only pressed himself against the wall. 'He's afraid I'll hurt him…' He took Mjolnir off from his belt slowly, but it still didn't stop the flinch the god of mischief gave. "Loki, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going set Mjolnir down and come over to you, okay? I'm am not going to hurt you…" He slowly made his way to his brother, holding his hands up in view. He slowly reached out to grab Loki's arm when–

"Don't kill me."

Thor opened his mouth to respond, but couldn't. He could never even think of killing his brother. He would never have the heart to do it. 'How damaged is he to actually think I'd actually hurt him?' Instead, he pulled his brother into a tight hug. "Loki, I could never kill you. Ever. Do you understand? I won't let anyone kill you. They'd have to get past me and Mjolnir first. Okay?" He felt a light, almost numb, nod. "Good. Look, I don't care that you're Jotun. Really, I don't. You're still my brother." He pulled away, placing his hand in the nape of Loki's neck and rested his forehead to his brother's. "You'll always be my brother."

Loki was at a loss. His eyes began to water because he knew, he knew this was a trick. At any second, Thor would call Mjolnir to his side and bash his skull in. It was all a lie, he was just getting him to lower his guard. Thor never cared. Thor was the golden god who promised to slay all the monsters. "I'm a Frost Giant, Thor. A monster–"

"You are not a monster, Loki."

"–and you promised to slay all the monsters–"

"Loki, please, listen to me."

"–therefore, you're here to kill me. Just like you did with all the other–"

"Loki." Thor grabbed the god of mischief's shoulders and the god's eyes instantly looked up from the floor to his brother. "I am not going to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you." He gave a small sigh. "I don't know what happened to you after you fell into the void, nor do I know any of the pain you suffered from my ignorance and the cruelty from the Asgardians. But I do know this: You are my brother. And I will protect you to the very end. Do you understand?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Why are you apologizing? You have nothing to be sorry for. Now who's the one acting like an idiot?" Loki tossed a light glare to Thor and the god of thunder grinned. "There! Now that's the Loki I know. The one that's stubborn to the bone and mischievous to the core. You may not think it, Loki, but you are one of the strongest people I know. You never back down, you're light on your feet, quick with words, and never hesitate to run into battle to protect others. Not to mention you're a powerful sorcerer, Brother. Probably the best around. So don't be so hard on yourself. Now," Thor gave his brother's shoulder a light squeeze. "You said you wanted to visit someplace?" Loki lightly shook his head.

"No, I no longer have the desire to leave my room."

"Loki," Thor said warningly. The younger god gave a sigh.

"I wanted to go to Mother's garden, but–"

"Then that settles it!" The god of thunder's grin grew bigger as he pointed towards the door. "We'll depart for Mother's garden after night falls!"

"Sometimes I just want to strangle you," Loki commented, his eye twitching. "You make it sound like it's some kind of secret mission." The older god looked down at his brother, big eyes blinking once with innocence.

"Isn't it?" Loki stared down Thor for several seconds before giving a quick breath, folding his arms across his chest as he gave an irritated expression; turning on his heels to face to his closed doors.

"You can be so damn childish, Thor."

Thor could only chuckle to himself as saw Loki's cheeks give a light tinge of red.

As much as he tried, when it came to how childish Thor could be, Loki could never trick himself into believing he wasn't jealous of the blond's innocence.

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Well... sucky chapter, I know, and I apologize. But hey, on the bright side, IT'S THE LONGEST CHAPTER I'VE EVER WRITTEN. OH YEAH BABY! *cough* Sorry. So! There ya go. Thought I'd give a little psychotic break because I love him so much.

Loki: You have a weird way of showing your 'love'.
Me: Shh! Get back in the closet! *shoves Loki into closet* Okay, where was I? Oh yes. I–
Thor: BROTHER! I'M HERE TO SAVE YOU FROM THE CRAZY FANGIRL! *swinging Mjolnir around wildly*
Me: No, Thor! Stop! You don't save him until the next cha– *gets knocked out by Mjolnir.*
Thor: BROTHER, YOU ARE SAFE!
Loki: Idiot, now look at what you've done! *slaps author awake* Your readers are waiting for you to finish this forsaken Author's Note. Now hurry up.

Sorry bout that... Anyway! Like I said above, everything was ooc and kind of rushed. Hopefully the next chapter will be better. Now, about the warriors three and Sif... Let's face it, Sif doesn't like Loki, ESPECIALLY after the movie Thor. She just... yeah. Plus, if you notice when Loki's on the thrown, he addresses the warriors very slowly. "My... friends..." So I'm guessing he was never really on good terms with them, but didn't hesitate to save them. Because Loki was raised to do good, he does good! Even to those who don't treat him as he would like... ISN'T HE JUST SO NICE?!

Loki: Hurry up! Thor's starting to slobber on me!

So! Please leave a review! If you do, Loki will give you all pudding and Thor will give you all poptarts!

Thor & Loki: Like hell I will!