This story actually came to me in a dream and I decided to write it down because I thought it was different. Angst, drama, fluff, romance and man on man love warnings so if you don't like any of that then I suggest you do not read this fiction. I don't own any of this I merely borrowed them for this little fiction. Please go easy on my spelling and grammar I have dyslexia and this has been through a spell checker.

Loki please.

Part one:

"Loki please..." The familiar voice of Thor was as no more than a whisper to the ears of the raven haired god of mischief. Quickly the bright blue eyes of the trickster snapped open, carefully he moved away from the tree he had been leaning against, as Loki looked around he couldn't see the man he had once called brother any were nearby.

Slowly the trickster looked around the castle garden once more and as he had been before he had closed his eyes for a few moments he was alone. A confused frown slowly spread over the face of the dark haired god. "Loki..." Came the whispering voice of the thunder god again, the blue eyes of the trickster shot wide. The ebony haired immortal knew that Thor wasn't very skilled at magic, so for him to be doing this Loki knew something was very wrong, but it was more than for the thunder god to be trying to call out to him of all people something was truly not right. "Loki please..."

The voice was so weak so desperate, Loki found that a heart he had thought long dead moved by it and he couldn't help but answer him. "Thor, I hear you."

"Loki...Come Loki..."

"Come were? Thor!...Thor!" There was a long silence, which unnerved Loki slightly and for a moment he feared there would be no more. Then that familiar deep voice was back slightly ahead of him now. "Please Loki...Come...I need you..."

Loki moved forward slightly towards the voice. "Thor?"

"Come Loki..." The voice was further forward again, carefully Loki followed the voice, it lead him inside from the castle garden into the unusually empty halls and to the silent throne room.

Confused by the quiet of the place he called home Loki looked around the room, another frown slowly came over his face and he addressed Thor's voice again. "Where are you?"

"Loki...Take it..." As these words were said Mjölnir appeared in a flash of bright white light floating in the air before the pale immortal.

The god of mischief instantly back away from the hammer both hands held up. "Oh no, I am not holding your hammer, I have no wish to be electrocuted by it."

"Loki...Please, take it, Mjölnir will help..."

"Help how?" He asked the disembodied voice even more confused than he had been a few moments before.

"Take...Mjölnir...Will help you..." Thor's voice insisted quietly but determinedly.

With a gulp of apprehension, the dark haired god reached out and closed his hand round the leather of the hand grip. There was a another sudden flash of bright white light which filled his vision and when Loki could see again he found that he was floating in complete and seemingly endless darkness. "I knew touching that blasted hammer would be a bad idea!" He said angrily, then he felt it a weight in his hand, Loki looked down to find the hammer still in his hand, it wasn't trying to hurt him, instead it seemed to be pulling him along through the darkness towards what Loki was not sure but he didn't fight Mjölnir's determined path.

"Loki please, come on please you have to try." Thor's voice said all round him, the trickster instantly noticed that here in this darkness the thunder god's voice was much stronger and clearer to him this time. "Don't die please..."

"Die...? Is that what this is...Why, why would you want me back...?" Loki asked the voice completely confused.

"Please take my strength if you have to but don't go...They killed father...Mother begged me with her dyeing breath to find you to save you...She need not have asked...I would save you without her request...What must I give your daughter to make her spare you Loki...? Please...You have Mjölnir...You have me on my knees begging you as you've always wanted...I need you here with me...Please."

Loki could feel it suddenly the weight of his body, his back was against something hard and cold a floor the god assumed. Then very slowly fragmented memories of the battle came back to him he had tried to defend Frigg from the dark warriors but failed. Loki could feel the pain in his left side where he had been stabbed by the dagger of the enemy and he could feel his hand being held closed round Mjölnir's shaft by a much bigger stronger hand which he easily recognised as Thor's. "Please Hel, give him back to me...I...I...can't be without him. Do you hear me Hel? Please..."

"Thor, you need to let him go." Came a voice that Loki recognized as belonging to Tony.

"No...His heart still beats and he breaths I cannot give up until he too gives up. Please you must understand...I need him, we need him more than can be said."

Complete silence followed these words pain filled words from the blonde god. "I think I understand." Came from Clint softly. "Loki is all you have left, but it is more than that, you care for him very deeply...If you care for him that much then we have no right to ask you to give up on him, Natasha didn't give up on me...Why should you give up on him?"

"Thank you for understanding...Father he told me before he died that Loki is a frost giant prince...I do not care that he is not my brother...I still...I still want him here with me..."

Loki let this information sink in, so Thor knew they were not brothers, he wondered why it was then that the thunder god was so determined to keep him alive? However Loki quickly found that he was in far too much pain to contemplate this all properly right now. Very slowly the raven haired immortal managed to open his eyes, Thor was above him his head turned away from where he had turned to talk to Clint, it was Bruce who noticed that the bright blue eyes of the trickster had opened. "Well would you look at that." He said with awe a small smile forming on his lips.

His words caused Thor to turn quickly and look down at the other immortal, two pairs of blue eyes met and the thunder god gave Loki a large smile even as a single tear leaked unchecked from the blonde god's eyes. "You came back..."

"Yes...I could hear you..." Loki said to him in a small weak voice.

Steve held out a water bottle to Thor. "Here let him sip that."

Carefully the blonde god raised the other immortals upper body and let him sip for a few moments. "Better?" He asked Loki gently.

"Yes...You asked Hel what you'd have to give her to let me go...As far as I know there is only one thing...And somehow you must have shown it...Love...More correctly true love, it is the only thing that can conquer death."

Jane let out a snort of laughter and spoke to the trickster. "He is in love with me or did you conveniently forget that fact Loki?"

Slowly the dark haired god turned his gaze onto Jane the bright light in the blue eyes dulled as he looked at her, the god of mischief didn't answer the lady instead his eye lids fluttered down and Loki suddenly just fell limp against Thor. The thunder god let out a cry of despair and concern, this caused Steve to quickly crouch down next to the two immortals and examine Loki very closely. "He is sleeping..." He said with a relived sigh and a small smile for the now king of Asgard.

"Let's get Loki back to Stark towers; I have plenty of space there." The millionaire suggested quietly, to the thunder god, Thor gave Tony a grateful look. Carefully the blonde immortal lifted the limp Loki into his arms and did not put him down again until they reached the bed which had been made ready for him in stark towers.