~The greatest trick I played was playing you~

He doesn't remember Asgard being this cold, then again he had never been strung up in the dungeon before either. How long had he been condemned here, deep beneath the warmth and comfort of 'his' palace. Though it wasn't his, it had been, it should have been...if not for his oaf of a brother, no that babbling idiot wasn't his brother. Loki rubs his face against his sore abused arm trying in vain to dislodge the gag, he would scream if he thought it would do any good. He leans his head back nervous laughter fills the mind, 'oh how the might have fallen.' he would deny the salt of icy tears that slide down his cheeks stinging the to raw flesh beneath the muzzle. His whole body aches, even he had his limits it would seem. He pulls again on the fetters holding his wrists only to hiss in pain as warm blood weeps from the wounds he has already caused himself. Loki resigns himself to just blankly stare at the other wall; before letting his head lean on his arm.

Sif watches Thor pace from one corner of the room of her room to the other. "Thor?" she asks worry emanating from her tone. She sighs in resignation and slight anger as he ignores her again, as he has for the past hour. "THOR!?" Sif finally yells, standing abruptly to grab his arm, "Enough of this! If there is something you wish to say then by Odin say it." when his eyes meet hers, she looks away not able to bear the anger … no not the anger the unrelenting sadness found in those eyes.

"Is it not enough?"

Sif looks at him with more worry than before his voice seems to small, to fragile, to ask what he means, and yet she does. "Is what not enough?" she isn't shocked when he doesn't answer just waves a hand to the floor and begins to pace again. Sighing in something a kin to contempt she throws her arms up, "Thor just go the hour is late and the morning is almost upon us." he looks like a kicked dog as he leaves, causing her to wince, 'just go see him...' is what she had wanted to say, but that is more of a conversation than she is ready for. Sif pulls her robe closer as she closes the balcony window the icy air blowing her black tresses into her face hiding her solemn expression. She didn't want to see him suffer such sorrow;but to her it is misplaced. Loki is getting the punishment he deserves maybe it's wrong of her to think this; but she thinks it none the less. "I just pray Thor doesn't do anything rash." Sif whispers to herself as she reclines once more on her bed, pulling the covers over her body she drops her robe to the floor.

Thor stops in front of the embellished wooden door nothing particularity different from the hundreds of others in the many halls in the palace. The carvings seem to glow faintly in the rising sunlight piercing through the stained glass window opposite the door. His hand reaches out and touches the door's carvings smiling sadly as memories filter through his mind. He knows there is no one on the other side of the door, that the room just behind is dust filled and barren. He presses his forehead on it anyway, voice low and filled with emotion as he speaks things he wouldn't dare say to the man whose room this used to be. He speaks of all the things he could never say, of all the things that now would never be. His musings are interrupted by the sound of someone walking down the corridor, he lifts his head slightly and gazes through thick stands of blonde hair. He is greeted by his mother who stands there looking all the part of a worried mother.

"Thor are you still not sleeping my dear son?"

He offers up a weak smile but does nothing to hide the darkening circles under his blue eyes. He sheepishly grins at his mothers disapproving look, before leaning away from the door. "I am fine, mother, please do not worry so." Thor stands back and stares out the window.

"Then it would do well to tell your mother what has her son up at all hours of the nite since his return?" Frigga offer up a genuine smile, offering her arm for Thor to take, "Walk with we shall talk."

"Mother, there is really nothing wrong." Thor says but hooks his arm in his mothers and walks anyway. "I really have nothing to talk about, mother."

"As you have said, but I dare say that you are not being honest." Frigga shrugs and waves a hand, before stopping in front of a plain wooden door. "I believe what you and whom you seek is through here?" she smiles softly, and holds up a single golden key.

Thor's eyes widen, "Mother I can't, this is... I think sleep is all that I need."

"You are as bad at spinning tales as your father, Thor Odinson." Clicking her tongue she presses the key into his opened hand. "Go before..." Frigga sighs sadly employing her son to just this once listen.

Thor tightens his fist around the key, "How long as it been,Mother, since that day?" Thor asks honestly time had been slipping from him though he wasn't sure why he cared about time.

"Long enough for the ground to start freezing." Is all she replies as she walks away.

Thor slips the key into his pocket and turns away from the door, his mother has long since disappeared from view leaving him to hover in his own despair. He turns back to the door placing his hand on it, the icy chill emanating from it makes him shiver, 'I can not see you, not yet, not while you still loathe the very sight of me.' He turns on his heels and walks back down the winding corridor. The moon is but a sliver in the sky before he finds himself standing before his own chambers, eyes heavy with sleep and something he doesn't dare think about. Something more primal and akin to despair.

Thor grasps the handle before pausing the feeling of eyes watching him makes his body go rigid. He scans the hall only to find it empty, shaking his head he pushes the door to his room open. Slight surprise filling his features as he finds his room not as vacant as he thought it should be.

"Surprise is not something I have seen from you in a long time, Thor." Sif laughs at his sour expression, "Oh by the gods

when was the last time I was in your chambers?"

Thor lips split into a smile, "Far to long... and yet.."

"And yet you wish me to leave?" Sif tries to hide the hurt in her eyes before laughing nervously, "If you wish to be alone then I will take my leave."

"I did not say as much..." Thor smiles eyes lighting up, "I would further cut off my hair then kick you out fair maiden." He laughs, bowing deep arms spreading out wide.

"That would sure be a sight to behold you with out your golden locks thunderer...a rather sad one at that." Sif looks away her own hand tangling in her dark tresses a dark look setting in her eyes.

Thor winces remembering Loki's jealous trick on Sif, he treads carefully across the room as if it were not his own. His hand falling on Sif's own, "Beauty is..." He stops speaking when she her eyes turn to dangerously dark, he would have to word this delicately though that is not something he is used to nor as his...as he is or was constantly reminded of.

"Word this carefully Lightning thief." Sif growls out, hand pulling out of Thor's.

Thor smiles and weaves his hand through her hair, "Then let us forget the past..." 'if only for the moment.