Warning: Slight Violence, Slash, Out of character-ness(?)

This was just bouncing in my mind. No, I haven't abandoned "Tricks" I just needed something else to work on to ease and to un-clutter of my mind. The title's from the song "Stolen by Dashboard Confessions." If you haven't heard it, it's a beautiful song that somewhat inspired this.

I apologize in advance for any mistakes, that went un-noticed. Pshh, all of my stuff is unbeta'd.

Enjoy~! Please feel free to favorite, but a review would be nice.

A tempting creature was he.

He had long black tresses of hair, which cascaded down to his shoulders, the edges of those very locks, which stuck up at the end, much like the curving of a wave. His skin was porcelain white, which was a stark contrast to his raven black hair. He had a very regal face, with high cheek bones and Lips, thinly shaped, but, they were plump nonetheless… they were colored a lovely pink, a pale one at that. His hands were slender, long, and his finger nails painted black. He was beautiful… He was ethereal…

His state of mind always hung on a delicate string, just waiting to get snipped. Too many people had toyed with him, desecrated him, and humiliated him.

He sat before Thor, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

Sometimes Thor found flashes of the brother he once had. But, they were and would be nothing more than flashes.

"Do you miss me?"

"Yes."

Always; all the time, every second of the day, every breath I take.

Loki smiled content with the answer. His wrists were bound in shackles, chaining him to the very chair he sat in.

"Would you miss me if were gone forever?"

I can't live without you.

"Tell me? The title you hold, it is now an empty one… correct?"

He knew Thor all too well.

"Why does this matter to you?"

Why are you able to get under my skin? As if you were a part of my mind.

"I wish to know. I chose to dine with you and only you… after all it is the last time, I will be dining with anyone."

Loki was to be executed, all for his crimes against Asgard.

But, the room is so quiet.

Loki hated the silence, if he really were to spend the last of his hours; he wanted to carry his voice with him, in his memory.

"I will miss you."

Thor's attention turned to Loki, who had tears forming in his eyes.

"Loki... I cannot allow this to happen-"

"You can not stop it! Do you know what happens if you do this? I won't drag you down with me." Loki whispered, fiercely. Thor was taken back, but merely casted his gaze, elsewhere.

"I love you, brother." He admitted, sadness mutilating his handsome features.

Loki smiled sadly.

"I love you, too."

Thor stood up from his chair, walking towards Loki's seat. Loki eyed him warily, but did nothing. His richly colored eyes of emerald fluttered closed, after turning his head to see Thor leaning in closely. Their lips met gently, moving with rhythm of their beating hearts. Thor's hand, delicately tracing over his cheek, feeling the porcelain white skin, which was now flushed a light pink.

Thor escalated the kiss; when his tongue traced over Loki's bottom lip, asking for permission that Loki would always willingly give. Loki felt that the taste of Thor would always be sweeter than anything he probably could have. It reminded Loki of all those stolen moments, in the dark, in each others bed chambers, where they would lie kissing, touching, making love, or even just cuddling.

Once their kiss would break, Loki knew Thor would try and distance himself.

Loki would attempt the same; it never worked for either of them.

But, all too soon it happened.

Before, Loki even knew what hit him, he was sobbing. Those sobs which were heartbroken, soul crushing sobs, which flowed from his lips, his eyes pouring tears, like the first rain of spring; mild at first, until he ultimately lost it.

"Are you afraid of dying?"

Loki looked up to see tears falling down Thor's cheeks and outside he heard the distant pounding of rain.

"I am afraid of never seeing you again."

"We are bound by fate. I will see you again, soon."

"How…?"

"We will meet in Valhalla."

Loki gave him teary-eyed smile.

"Stay with me?"

"I will, until the end." Thor reassured him, planting a gentle kiss upon his forehead.

Thor held Loki's hand, as they were led into the grand halls of Asgard. A crowd stood there waiting, when they saw the dark haired trickster, they shouted various insults and even attempted to throw rocks at him.

Thor gave them an icy glare, and thunder boomed overhead as warning.

He knew, when they reached the end of the hall, of Loki's life… he would lose his sanity. It would crumble like his brother's, after being abandoned to a cell with only tortures to greet him. Loki began to get a distant look in his eyes, reminding Thor of the madness and chaos that dwelled deep in his brother's mind.

"If I die, Thor... Give Sleipnir apples, and make sure he knows that I loved him." He mumbled, Thor nodded, while gently stroking Loki's hand with his thumb. "But, I love you more." He said, completely somber. Thor gave him a gentle kiss, not caring at the stares and cries of outrage they received.

"For his crimes against Asgard-"

Thor drowned out the sound of Odin talking. He was lost in the thought of his precious Loki, who stood alone. Their eyes met; green and blue, like the sky and ground, always close and always far, right before the axe flew down and severed Loki's head right from his body.

Vomit covered the floor, expelled from Thor's own mouth. He had seen many deaths, caused quite a few. But he had never lost his lunch like that, until the fact of the matter hit him, like a blow to the stomach.

He was breathless.

His Brother was gone.

But, something was wrong… Loki's body began to flicker, before disappearing in a green light. Everyone shouted in anger and disappointment.

Loki was alive.

Loki escaped Asgard, flitting through the spaces where travel was easily done by a master of magic.

"I promise to return for you, Thor." He whispered, quietly to himself as he reached Midgard. As much as he'd love to cause mischief, it seemed pointless.

He simply wanted his brother.

Thor once told him, "Love is like air, you can't see it, smell it, taste it, or even hear it. But if you are lucky, you can feel it."

Loki most definitely felt it.

He felt it on the smile that curled about his lips, the beating of his heart, the blood pulsing through his veins, and the warmth that seem to engulfed his body, a invisible glow that radiated brightly.

"How is he?" Thor asked, while Heimdall simply chuckled.

"You wish to know…? He waits for you in Midgard… he talks about how deep is love is for you. He waits endlessly."

A smiled curled about Thor's lips. He felt a glow, a gentle fire starting in his heart. He would not let Loki go so easily; because, Loki had stolen from him.

He had stolen his heart.