Fandral was starting to realize that he went along with his friends far too easily. Usually this was a good thing, they had wonderful adventures together and he didn't regret a single one of them. He was always comfortable going with the flow, he hated conflict and had never before felt reason to be in one.
Yet now he found himself in one. Although he had long regarded Loki as a friend, he now saw that to the others- the god of mischief was just Thor's brother. Their teasing had never been kind-hearted. He and Thor had both missed this, probably because they didn't wish to anger Thor. Yet now he saw that Sif hated Loki and the other two hardly cared for him.
This was the source of his conflict.
The blonde warrior sighed, he was now in the privacy of his own chambers, going over the events of that day, the conversation they had just had. Loki wasn't wrong in sending Heimdall for help, no one could have known that would have gotten Thor exiled. Fandral found himself feeling thankful to him for this, although the others seemed only to resent it.
Was Fandral really the only one of the four to have any fondness for Loki? It was possible, and now seemed likely, but only further made him feel for the trickster. He'd lost his brother today, and those who called themselves his friends only cared to blame him.
He groaned, feeling a headache come on. He was torn. There was no easy flow to go with. If he went along with the other 2 of the warriors 3 and Sif, he had to abandon Loki. If he sided with Loki, he had to go against his other friends. He didn't want to face them, especially not Sif. He had never been the focus of their anger. He didn't want to start now.
Tomorrow Sif wanted to speak with Odin. Hopefully it would end favorably. Then those 4 of his friends would be reunited and happy, and he would be free to seek out Loki and apologize for what had happened earlier that day. Fandrall nodded to himself, that seemed like a decent plan. Afterwards, perhaps he could start trying to get to know the trickster better on Loki's terms, rather than as Thor's brother, a shadow he never could get out of when the charismatic thunder god was around.
Yes, things should all be settled in the morning.
"I can't believe we ever trusted him," Sif spat as they made their way to the throne room.
"We don't really know that he's untrustworthy- all he did was have Heimdall summon Odin and then say that Thor deserved to be punished for his rash actions," Fandral pointed out. She shot him a glare. He looked to Volstagg who just shrugged non-commitally. Hopefully this would be over soon.
The four barged into the chamber more quickly than they really should have, still led by the determined Sif. Perhaps if they'd entered more respectfully, they would have seen who was on the throne as they entered.
Fandral's heart sank, a quick glance at Sif showed that her eyes were flashing with rage. This would not end well.
It didn't, of course. Fandral hesitated slightly as the 4 left the room. Thankfully, Sif was too consumed with anger to notice. He approached the throne once more and said, "Loki, I am sorry for everything you have lost."
The trickster regarded him for a moment, before shaking his head and laughing coldly, "You're only remorse is that I am now sitting on this throne instead of my father or brother." Before Fandral could object, Loki stood up and said plainly, "Leave, now."
He did so with a heavy heart. He was able to quickly catch up with the other three. Thankfully, his absence had not been noticed, he didn't care to answer any questions regarding it.