"I hate you! We aren't brothers! We never really were. I wish you would just disappear and leave me alone!" Loki screamed at Thor. For the first time since this whole fight began Thor did not respond. Loki waited for him to argue. To say that of course they were brothers and that no matter what he said Thor was going to be there. He did not. He looked sadly into Loki's eyes and instead said, "I'm tired."
Loki could see it in his face. He really did look exhausted. Suddenly the Allfather appeared. "We have greatly wronged you, my child." He then lifted his sword and pointed it in Loki's direction. "I am going to change you. Hopefully make things different. Fix the wrongs we have committed." Finally Thor looked up at Loki.
His eyes were fierce. No longer tired looking or sad. Instead they were burning with determination. "No matter where the Allfather sends you. What year it is. What universe, planet, lifetime. I will find you Loki. I will always find you. In every lifetime. We could live hundreds of lifetimes and I would never stop looking for you. Never. You are my baby brother and I will always, always, find my way back to you."
Suddenly the temperature around them dropped. Loki raised wild green eyes to the sky in time to see a cyclone of massive proportions sweep down and onto the ground. It was heading straight towards him, wreaking havoc upon everything that it passed. He tried to dive out of its path, but was rooted to the ground. "What are you doing?" he screamed. Odin looked upon him sadly, "We are going to do our best to fix things Loki. Fear not." Thor raised determined blue eyes to meet Loki's frightened face. "Remember my words, brother. You will not be alone no matter where this thing takes you. I will find you."
The cyclone hit him and all he could see was wild swirls of color. Everything meshed together and moving all around him. Then suddenly it was cold and dark and he was falling through nothing. He could feel nothing. He hurtled towards the unknown at an impossible speed. He called upon his magic with everything in him to try and slow his descent if not stop it all together. He called and nothing answered. He felt for the core of himself and realized that somehow, when he was not paying attention, that bright power that normally flowed through his veins was gone. He panicked.
He fell downwards into the abyss until he was exhausted. Even though he had done nothing but fall. He just felt so tired. Of everything. He was tired of being afraid. Tired of being insecure. Tired of hating everything about himself. He closed his eyes with every intention of giving up. He felt tears of hopelessness flood his eyes and begin to fall down his cheeks. The freezing air dried them as soon as they touched his face. Suddenly, he felt a hand grab his own. It was a hand that was as familiar to him as his own was. A palm he had not felt against his own in what seemed like a million years. It was warm and calloused from wielding the weight of the almighty hammer. It was Thor. He was pulled upwards and against his brother's body as Thor wrapped himself around Loki in an attempt to shield them from whatever destination it was they were rushing towards. "I told you I would find you no matter what, brother. I will always find you."
