A/N: All my thanks to my friend who took me to watch Thor: The Dark World. She's absolutely a wonderful person!

I'll put this on 'Completed' stories now, but I may continue this because I have a small idea that I could use in the next chapter. If you want to read more, then you can review and tell me about it. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Thor, Loki, anyone or anything. This scene is from the movie Thor: The Dark World.

When Loki looked up, he saw one of those elves beating Thor with every might of its being. As much as Loki still disliked the God of Thunder, he couldn't let that elf kill him like the thunderer'd be just an insect under its foot.

It wasn't his goal to let Thor die in the same hands that had killed their mother. It wasn't the reason why he was there. Since it was the blond-haired god who had given Loki his chance to have his vengeance, the God of Mischief was kind of in his debt. Not that he possibly would ever pay him anything back since Thor hadn't asked anything from him.

There weren't any other dark elves left so it was obvious that Loki set his course towards his brother and that last remaining enemy. He picked up a long sharp headed spear from the ground where it had landed after the death of its last wielder, and started to run, trying to reach the fighting couple before it would be too late for his brother who didn't seem to be able to defend himself anymore.

Air hissed between his teeth with every inhale and exhalation that he made as he continued to run. His heart pounding in his chest as the feeling of anger rose more and more with every punch the elf delivered to his brother's struggling form. That elf, that monster was one of those responsible ones that had killed his adoptive mother, no, his mother! After finding out that it was Odin who had wanted to keep his Jotun heritage as a secret, Loki couldn't recognize the Allfather as his father anymore; but Frigga was a different story. She had only followed Odin's wishes, that's why Loki couldn't blame her, not after all the good things she had done for him.

She had comforted him when he'd been lonely as a child, supported him when he trained his magical abilities and, most of all, she had loved him like he'd have been her real son. As a child Loki had been grateful for that but as time passed and he grew older, the less he continued to show his appreciation to his mother. It was that funny thing when person stops caring for the ones close to him in certain point and realizes his mistake just when it's already too late. Loki did regret his actions but he would never say it out loud. He preferred to keep those kind of things only in his own mind; what would be the point of sharing something that didn't involve anybody else.

Odin had only thought of him like he was a tool he could use after the time would come; so he could unite his kingdom with Jotunheim's with the help of that child he had taken from the icy realm all those years ago. Loki felt himself being betrayed when he'd found out, and he still did. The man he had called his father and had respected with every fiber of his soul, had only used him, betrayed him. All those speeches about how both he and Thor had been born to be kings, all those times when he had told Loki that he loved him, all those times he had said that he and Thor were equals. All of that have been just a part of that one big play that had started even before he'd been old enough to speak.

When he'd seen that elf breaking from the prison of Asgard, he had hoped that it would find the king and kill him. But of course that sneaky fox survived. Instead of him, that elf and its master, Malekith, had killed probably the only person in the world that truly cared for him even after all his misdeeds. When he was finally informed about his mother's death, he lost his control. Nothing stayed in one piece as he released blasts of magic all over the cell he was locked in. If it'd been the same cell where he had been when he was SHIELD's prisoner, the walls would probably have crumpled down under the sheer force of his power, no matter what kind of Hulk it had been made for. He had exhausted himself to the point where he could only lean against the wall and slid down until he sat on the white floor. His emotionless eyes locked to the floor, his body not moving an inch, and his mind blurred with all those emotions he tried to suppress. The pain was still there; screaming bloody murder to the ones that had killed his mother.

And finally Thor came to see him. When he heard Thor's arrival he made an illusion that showed the cell as it had been before his handling. But his brother knew him too well, oh far too well. The image of himself had only spoken few words before Thor told him to stop playing with the illusions. All he could do, was to agree with Thor on that. If Thor saw so easily through his illusions, there wasn't any reason to keep them up. It'd have only been useless and spent more of his remaining energy. So, with a blink of his eye, he took down the illusion, allowing his brother to see his tired, frustrated form sitting on the floor. Thor's arrival to the prison had been surprise but it was welcomed surprise because Loki understood that this was the opportunity for him to avenge his mother's death.

Thor didn't trust him anymore but it didn't matter. He didn't need his trust, and he knew that probably he would never get it back. After all, Loki had almost killed Thor in many occasions; in Midgard when he had ordered the Destroyer to attack him after Odin had put the thunderer in exile, in Asgard before the destruction of Bifrost, again in Midgard, actually twice as he fought against the Avengers who fought on his brother's side of course. But it didn't matter to him. He had grown up and got used to the feeling of being alone or in the shadow of others, never truly visible if he didn't want to. Very few people had probably ever trusted him, so if Thor didn't trust him he was just one drop of water more in the ocean.

But now all he wanted was to kill. Kill that over-grown elf and Malekith after that. Kill the murderers of his mother. Hear them scream in agony when he would slowly embed his daggers into their flesh, tear open enough wounds that would be painful torture to them but still keep them conscious and aware of what was happening. In the end he would mop the ground with their bloody but still living bodies before he would slowly tear them apart piece by piece. The feeling grew stronger and stronger as he came closer to the fighting couple. Thor was lying on the ground, gasping for air as the dark elf hit him and kicked him over and over again. He didn't even have time to call Mjölnir with his hand because every time he seemed to get a small pause, it lasted only a second. Now the elf stood again over the blond god, rising its fist to deliver a new blow. But that would never come, Loki was going to make sure of it.

Finally reaching the two, the God of Mischief stabbed the spear to the elf's back with enough power that it went completely through the creature's body, coming out from its chest. The elf let out a loud growl as the object pierced it, dropping its raised hand that had been ready to hit the man on the ground again. Loki felt a smile of satisfaction tugging the corners of his mouth, but kept his face neutral as the elf screamed. He'd said that satisfaction wasn't his nature but now he couldn't prevent it. He wanted to hear those screams; anguish, pain filled screams from the ones who had committed the crime even he couldn't accept. But if he got a chance he would do much worse than this. Much, much worse. Quick and easy death would be totally out of the question in this case. He would not give this creature any mercy, no matter if it was only a servant who had obeyed Malekith's orders. This elf would pay. Malekith would pay!

Slightly shaking, the elf started to turn slowly towards the black-haired god behind it, letting Thor get a glimpse of his brother's cold smile. The trickster's green eyes were focused on the dark elf, staring coldly at the stabbed creature that would not live much longer if the God of Mischief was the one to decide that. The God of Thunder couldn't understand it. After so many battles, the one who had tried to kill him during those battles, had now saved his life. Loki clearly had had an opportunity to get rid of him since the elf had had an upper hand in their fight; and still, Loki had decided to take a completely opposite action. Thor felt a jolt of surprise as he realized it and soon it was replaced by a slight tingle of happiness that he hadn't felt in the presence of his brother since a long time. He was going to say something but the sudden movement of the elf stopped him.

Without hesitation the elf that now had turned towards Loki, suddenly grabbed his shoulders in its strong grip and pulled him against the head of the spear that came out of its chest. Unprepared for that, Loki wasn't able to shot the elf with his magic before the spear entered his abdomen. His head tilted backwards as he gasped from the sudden pain and the damage the spear caused as it pushed deeper into his flesh. Thor's angry yell echoed in his ears but was drowned by the pain that made him feel like every nerve in his body was on fire. He felt his body shaking because of the amount of that sudden pain; he hated it. He would not show weakness before this creature, no matter how painful it felt. He lowered his head and moved his gaze back towards the elf's, glaring challengingly and biting his teeth together to stop himself from shaking. The elf seemed to accept the challenge because the next thing Loki knew, was that he was thrown backwards; the spear exited his body and he flew few meters before hitting the ground, forcing him to gasp as air was knocked out of his lungs. The elf charged towards him, forgetting Thor that was still on the ground and now looking at the twisting figure of his brother's. But Loki wasn't helpless; no no, not helpless at all. The God of Mischief only looked coldly at the elf approaching him.

''See you in hell, monster!'' he replied with an icy tone. It was the death sentence, and looked like the elf finally realized it had been tricked. Immediately it stopped and noticed that there was a small sound coming from where it had kept one of those bombs that Loki had saved Jane earlier from. When the elf had stabbed him, Loki had got close enough to activate the bomb that was hanging on the elf's belt. The elf suddenly realized that but before it was able to do anything, the bomb exploded.

Beams of light burst into action; swirling, tearing and slowly killing the elf that trashed and screamed in terror and obvious pain. It was music to Loki's ears. Hearing that pure agony, seeing that desperate trashing in attempt to get away; the knowledge that one of those murderers was now getting paid back for what it had done, gave Loki a slight feeling of comfort.

Lights started to fade as quickly as they had began; taking the last parts of the still screaming victim with them, the place where the elf had stood was left with nothing. Then the lights disappeared.

It was over. Slowly, Loki felt his body starting to weaken as the injury started to take its toll. Even the beating from the Hulk hadn't been like this. There had been that blessed numbness as the big green-guy had beaten him to the floor; after the first two hits he hadn't felt anything but that numbness he had been so grateful of. But now he could feel blood flowing out from the wound; slight tingling and waves of both cold and warm going over him constantly. Because of his Jotun heritage, he hadn't ever felt cold like other Asgardians did; so, it was weird to feel that coldness now. Breathing was difficult and his mouth felt dry like the ground he was laying on.

It hurt.

Then suddenly there were strong arms around him, cradling him like he'd have been only a baby. Thor. Injured or not, Loki could identify the owner of those muscled arms anywhere.

The thunderer was shaking, desperately trying to wish that this wasn't happening. This wasn't a part of his plan! This was not supposed to happen! He moved to raise Loki's upper body slightly up as he set his right arm to support the dark-haired god's neck and the left hand to press against the rapidly bleeding wound that was already covered by Loki's own hands.

Loki gasped as he felt the contact. It pulled him back from that unrealistic feeling that was starting to consume him. He jerked his head up as the pain shot through his body and mind, making him shake in the thunderer's arms even more as his face grimaced slightly. He couldn't think quite clearly, the pain was preventing him from doing so.

''-you fool,'' he heard Thor say, losing the beginning of the sentence as his mind tried to clear itself.

''I know. I'm a fool,'' he replied back and gasped again as a new wave of pain washed over his body. ''I'm a fool.''

Thor's eyes looked at him with sad expression; he still couldn't believe this was happening. Loki had survived after falling off the Bifrost and after having encounter with the Avengers. Thor had thought his brother was dead after his fall into abyss; he had been sure that no one could survive from that. But Loki did. The thunderer didn't know exactly what had happened during that time between the fall and the moment when he had taken the trickster away from Steve Rogers' and Tony Stark's care. All he knew, was that his brother had changed. For the bad, perhaps, but still something in his mind tried not to believe it. He had seen hesitation in Loki's eyes on that day in New York when they had fought against each other; and it was something that still gave him hope even though it was very small amount.

''I'm sorry,'' Loki gasped, his voice coming out like a whisper as he struggled to stop his body from shaking due to cold.

Thor shook his head a bit as if to assure Loki that there was nothing to be sorry for. Today Loki had had a chance to let him die, to get rid of him, but he didn't. If that wasn't a sign that there still was the brother Thor knew, then he didn't know what would be. Now that god was in his arms and struggled to breath, rapid blood loss sending shivers of cold over his body and his always so pale face seemed to lose all of its color. Loki had saved Thor's life only to pay with his own. It shouldn't end like this. It couldn't end like this! He couldn't die!

''I'm sorry!'' Loki repeated again, shaking and paling more and more in every second. ''I'm sorry!''

His skin was almost as white as the purest Baldur's Brow. Unlike Thor's, Loki's face didn't have cuts or bloody scrapes, only his more than natural paleness gave away the fact that he was injured.

Thor hushed him, trying to calm his younger brother who shook from slowly spreading and unstoppable coldness. Thor felt that coldness as it spread to Loki's hand that were under his own. It was frightening. He knew that Loki didn't have much time left, the pale almost white color of his skin told him that.

''I'll tell father what you did here today,'' he said, trying to make Loki feel even a bit better, a bit prouder.

The God of Mischief blinked and looked at the God of Thunder with a look of disapproval. To Thor it might have been a way to make him feel better but Loki didn't see things like that anymore. It didn't matter to him what Odin thought about him. He had stopped caring about it long ago.

Loki swallowed and his mouth felt dry as he did that.

''I didn't do it for him,'' he said as he looked at the blond-haired god. ''I did it for her,'' he added in his mind, feeling himself starting slowly to lose his grip from consciousness. The coldness was too heavy over him.

He knew that maybe it wouldn't be the end. There was a possibility that his magic could save him but he was unsure. He had survived after the fall from Bifrost but now the injury was more physical; putting the pressure straight to his body and his mind that was too blurred to properly use his magic. Maybe his magic would heal his body on its own after given enough time for that; but still it was just maybe.

Thor's arms held him tighter, pulling his own thinner body against the thunderer's chest. Loki wanted to tell him that there was a chance but he was too weak; words didn't form anymore in his mouth.

His legs felt too heavy, his arms felt too heavy, his whole body felt like the gravity would've suddenly become more than hundred times stronger than it normally was. The last small amount of warmness was gone, leaving the feeling of coldness spread into his every nerve, but he didn't shake; he had already slipped too far. From the sides of his vision, gray webbing sneaked towards the middle, making Thor's face slowly fade away. Then it grew darker, no longer gray, more like different shades of black that became darker and darker even though Loki's efforts to try to stop it. His eyelids dropped close but he still tried to breathe, though in vain. The breath caught in his throat but he didn't cough; his world behind his eyelids went totally black and the last pieces of his mind that had tried to function fell silent one after another. Loki's body went limp in Thor's arms, his neck tilted backwards as his muscles relaxed, giving Thor the sign he had feared.

''No!''

His anguished yell didn't reach his enemy's ears; Malekith was gone already, planning the conquering of all nine realms. He was too far away now but if the God of Thunder was the one to decide, Malekith would soon feel the agony he had forced both Thor and Loki go through. Thor was going to make sure of that. He wouldn't let Frigga's nor Loki's death go unpunished.

But he was unaware that there still was someone who was able to hear his yell; faintly but still.

Loki's fading consciousness still got a snippet of Thor's sorrowful yell, and it stirred something inside his dying body, in his dying mind. A sensation, a feeling. But there wasn't enough time to realize what it was. Too soon, as his mind plummeted into darkness, all he could think was.

I am sorry Thor.

I am.

Truly.

Sorry.

R&R!