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Author:Noelwing

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Summary: When the nephew of elf royalty is kidnapped by Malekith, Frey goes to Asgard for help. For Loki, the incident ignites long buried memories of the pain and anguish he suffered at the hands of the Dark Elf. Will Thor be able to help Loki confront his painful experiences and save the kidnapped elf child?

Warnings: Rated M for sexual content-Loki/Thor. This story contains rape, torture and Mpreg.

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Chapter two: A Plea for Help

The head of the visiting party of Alfheim was none other than the Lord Frey himself. He was brother to the Queen, his sister Freya. As such, they received a greeting fit to their status. But the elf lord had no time for formalities.

Indeed, Thor had never seen a greeting ceremony go by so fast. Before anyone knew it, Odin, the two princes and their elfin guest were in the King's private sitting room getting down to business.

"Odin, I mean no disrespect by shirking the formalities but I come on a most dyer errand. Malekith has struck once more. This time he has taken my own nephew, Vali."

Frey clenched his fist and was not surprised by the disgust and anger that burned in the eyes of his royal hosts. His family really did not want him to Ask Asgard for their help. In his heart, Frey knew he really had no right to ask anything of them. But for his nephew, Frey would leave no resource un-enquired.

Loki inhaled deeply. He had not heard that name in many years but its affect on him had lost none of its potency. Loki felt his blood chill and his heart thud in his chest.

Loki was silent and still while Frey divulged the details of the night his nephew, a lad by the name of Vali, had been kidnapped. Vali was the son of Frey's youngest brother and only just into his adolescent years. Like Loki had once been, Vali was also a budding sorcerer and acknowledged for his potential.

With every detail, Frey's voice faded away from Loki. The world moved backwards and Loki watched as the past came back blocking out reality with its dreadful shadow.

Loki finished running the brush through his long raven tresses and tied them in a loose pony tail for the night. This night marked his first month as a guest student in the realm of the elves.

He was doing well in his studies, excelling in some subjects even. His hosts were excited to teach him just as he was to learn. Word was spreading of the talented Asgardian prince and of his great potential.

Loki could not help the pride he felt. He came here to learn but had no idea that he would garner this kind of notoriety. He wondered if this was how Thor felt. His older brother was praised for his battle talent, strength and how all of it would help him be a great ruler some day.

But Thor was not here and Alfheim was not like Asgard. Here, traits such as intellect and studiousness, all things in which Loki delighted, were prized above weaponry and battle prowess. Here in Alfheim, Loki felt like he belonged and without Thor's shadow in his way, Loki shined brighter then he ever thought he could.

As true as that was, he still missed his family dearly. Just thinking about Thor made Loki miss him more. He sighed for he could already tell this was going to be a night that homesickness would haunt him.

He settled into bed leaving only one candle burning on the night stand. Loki opened up a book he selected for the night. It was a tome of poetry and folklore of Asgard, one of Loki's favorites. His mother has given it to him so that he might carry a little bit of home with him.

He opened the book to one of his favorite stories. It was about a god that used his wit and talent as a trickster to save a child from a giant. He was in the middle of that story when a single tear made its way down his face.

His father used to read this story to him and it was too easy to hear Odin's voice reading the words and not his own. Loki gave up and put the book on the nightstand. Maybe in the morning he would write another letter to send to his family. Perhaps that would make him feel better?

A flash of green light appeared, suddenly, in his window. Loki, thinking it a mere garden pixie, ignored the light. By the time the light flashed a third time, Loki had had enough. It had to be one of the other pupils he studied with playing a prank or something.

Happy of the distraction, Loki got out of bed and went over his patio door. The patio door was glass; arch shaped with a point at the top and had an elaborate vine pattern going all over it. A bundle of the vines formed the handle which Loki grabbed and used to push the door open.

The door led to the garden pavilion behind the academy. In the garden grew many plants and herbs all used for the making of useful things like incense, medicine and ingredients for spells and potions.

The elfin moon was also full this night and the garden flowers sparkled in its light. This also allowed Loki to follow the floating orb of green light without colliding with any obstacles.

The orb would come so close, hovering in front of Loki's face for a second and then dash away before Loki could touch it.

"Tyr, is that you?" Loki called out softly but firmly. He did not want to wake anyone else up and get scolded for being out in the garden at night and unattended. Loki knew the rules but Tyr, an elf student, was always doing things like sneaking out to play tricks. It was an invitation to mischief and Loki could not resist.

The orb had led Loki beyond the garden and into the woods on edge of the academy. Loki's instincts told him to give up and return to his room.

"Tyr, if you are responsible for this I can tell you, this is not one of your more brilliant ideas." The teen said haughtily.

The orb blinked and floated to the ground. Not being able to resist, Loki strode over and stamped on the orb with his foot. The orb vanished in a fleeting little green cloud and nothing else.

Loki snorted. "Honestly Tyr, how foolish are you. I'm going back to bed." Loki waved his hand and turned to head back to his room.

Loki gasped out loud. The gardens, the academy, everything he was familiar with was no where to be seen.

"Alright Tyr, I take it back." Loki whispered nervously into the cold air of the night.

The sound of feet treading on the grass caused Loki to turn around suddenly. Behind him was tall figure in a dark cloak. Who ever this person was, it definitely was not Tyr.

"Loki, Prince of Asgard." It was not a question, the figure before him knew exactly who he was.

Loki felt a deep, cold chill overtake him. He knew right away that this person before him was casting some kind of spell upon him. Loki had never felt such magic and fear took root in his heart. He was not strong enough to fight this magic.

The spell held Loki fast to where he stood, frozen and silent. The figure approached him, removing the hood of his cloak. The black fabric fell away to reveal a face that would forever be burned into Loki's memory.

"Loki, I am Malekith. I am high sorcerer to the dark elves."

Loki could do nothing as the accursed dark elf reached for him. He could hear his heart pounding like a hammer against cloth. The touch of the elf's cold hands on Loki's shoulders was almost like a burning sensation.

His face was fierce and frightening to look upon. His eyes were bright yellow and radiated malice and cruel intent. Each eye contrasted grotesquely with the white and black side of the demon elf's face.

"Come Loki. Let me take you where your potential will be better served."

Every fiber in Loki's body wanted to run from the demon elf. But the magic holding him was too strong and it swallowed him whole.

Thor kept stealing glances at his younger brother and he could tell that Frey's tale disturbed Loki a great deal.

Loki's eyes, normally so still and contained, were trembling with unwanted memories. Even with his helmet on, Thor could see that Loki was becoming quite pale.

Thor began to wish he had been more insistent when telling Loki he did not have to come. Though, Thor was positive that would have done no good.

"My sorcerers have scoured the grounds with their magic but have found no trace of my nephew. Nor have they found any evidence of how Malekith was able to penetrate the grounds in the first place."

The elf's last words were spoken with an air of bitter defeat. This was an enemy the light elves had battled with for many decades. Try as they might, try as they have, Malekith always managed to rise again and strike back in the most vile of ways.

"How long has the lad been missing?" Odin asked at first opportunity.

Frey straightened and answered. "As of now three nights and a day. We have done all that we can and still work with what we have but alas, we can find nothing."

Loki stood passively as he listened to the elf lord. What had happened to Vali and the way in which he was taken was so similar to what had happened to him all those years ago. The dream Loki had had was exactly three nights and one day since.

Frey's tale simply confirmed what Loki feared. Loki's magic had somehow, linked him to Vali and shown him the boy's misfortune. Loki was a master of magic and knew that while such powers and elements could be commanded and called upon, magic had a will of its own.

The magic force, its deep will, was trying to tell him something. And Loki was afraid. The Pandora's Box was opened and he knew not how to escape the demons that were being released upon him.

"I beg of you, Majesty Odin. Any assistance you have I beg use of it to find my nephew." Then Frey did something no one expected. He turned his pleading gaze to Loki.

"Prince Loki, you were once a prisoner of Malekith. You should know better than any-"

Odin snapped up from his seat. "How dare you address my son blatantly?" The Allfather's voice boomed through the reception room. Thor stepped to his father's side feeling equally angered by Frey's disrespect.

Loki merely raised his hand in a gesture of placation. Thor crossed his arms over his chest. He anticipated what Loki would do with baited breath. Odin too, stood down, awaiting his son's action.

"I have heard all that you have said Frey. It would seem that once again, you have allowed the serpent to gain access to the rabbit hole." Loki's tone was cutting and void of any sympathy.

Frey looked wounded. "Loki, no apology can ever be enough for how my house failed you all those years ago. But surely you would not wish another to suffer the same as you once did. Not if you can help."

"I fail to see how I can be of any assistance." Loki was becoming tense. Thor hated to see the characteristic cool Loki was known for begin to tremble.

"Anything, even the slightest detail of where you were held; what you saw or heard could be of the greatest help." Frey persisted.

Loki's face, normally a definition of composure and dignity, contorted into a mask of frozen anger and oppressed grief. "You wish me to tell you of the tortures that monster inflicted upon me? You want know the despair in feeling that there no escape? Because that is all I remember my Lord."

Loki left the room and those remaining could feel the cold stillness in his wake. Thor felt his heart bleed for Loki and fill with resentment for Frey. This was something the entire family wished to put behind them. For Thor, the elf's presence alone dredged up bad memories. He could only imagine how this must be affecting Loki.

Frey's heart quaked as the only hope of finding his nephew turned his back and walked out of the room. He quickly turned back to Odin.

"Your majesty," He pleaded. "Surely you are not just going to let it end like this?"

Odin's hands clenched into fists. This was a matter that affected his family more than the elf could ever know. Yet, as a father, he could sympathize with what Frey was feeling. Still, he had own family to protect.

"You heard my son Frey. Loki has no wish to assist you and I not will make him if that is what he wishes.

"That however, does not mean that I will not help you. I offer to you the use of Heimdall, the guardian of my realm, and his all seeing eyes."

Frey accepted the offer and reluctantly bowed his head and left the room. Odin sighed and relaxed back into his seat. Thor stepped forward. Father looked up while son looked down and their gazes met perfectly.

"I never thought to deal with this ever again." Thor spoke softly and honestly.

"I as well, my son. My heart goes out to Frey and his family but if Loki feels he has nothing to offer then there is nothing else to be said on the matter."

Odin needn't say more. Thor believed his father but was smart enough to know this was hardly the end of it. He immediately left to seek Loki and see to him.

The king remained behind. Already, Odin could feel the old wounds reopening and the bitter sting of feelings long passed. In his kingly heart, he felt the ache for his son Loki who would have to suffer more than anyone and all over again.

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