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They landed at the end of the Bifrost bridge. Heimdall stood sentinel and nodded to Thor as they passed.
"What news Heimdall?"
The golden eyed god scanned the far off stars. "Worlds not before seen stir, their ways are unknown to me." Thor nodded and continued forward, pushing his once-brother along.
Loki stared down at the sun dancing off the links of his shackles. They had been particularly uncomfortable, during the short time it took to get to Asgard. The odd buzzing they issued had intensified slightly sending the odd feeling vibrating up his limbs. However the moment they touched down on the fractured bridge the buzzing withdrew, shrinking back to hum against his wrists. Loki twisted his head, the muscles in his arms twitched.
Infernal mortal irritant.
Thor's hand tightened on his shoulder, and marching them both forward, their feet lighting up the broken bridge as they went. Loki looked up at the city for the first time, the golden pillars and shining spires no longer held the same majesty for Loki as they once did. The towers now stood like waiting glistening spears. Although not a soul was to be seen, save an odd guard here and there, he could feel the animosity coming towards him, seeping through the windows. He kept his head facing straight forward, trying to look as regal as he could wearing shackles and a muzzle.
Loki shook his head again, it was as if he could still feel the Chitari stench still swimming around him. Even a few of the disciplined guard seemed to curl their lips upward as he past. The situation was not lost on Thor as they continued forward, his frown visibly deepened somewhat. He quickened their pace.
It was when the looming double doors stood around the corner that Loki planned his feet in the shadow of a nearby building. Thor came to an awkward stop as the man he had been pushing forward became as moveable as a brick wall.
"Loki?" Thor said a half growl.
Loki stared at Thor for a moment, then glanced down at the muzzle, then back at Thor again, quirking his eyebrow upward as he did so. Thor's eyes cleared in understanding. He half reached out toward the muzzle and stopped. He looked Loki in the eye.
"Loki….don't make things worse. You can still redeem yourself." Thor reached behind Loki's neck and undid the clasp, letting the muzzle fall to the ground. Loki stared at Thor a moment, working his jaw.
"I highly doubt that Thor." With that Loki started forward again, but Thor's hand landed on his shoulder stopping him. Thor's stormy eyes met his yet again, staring straight through him, as if looking for that lost piece of redemption.
"You can." Thor's hand stayed on his shoulder as they rounded that last corner to the looming grand hall doors. Thor's trouble expression returned as four sneering guards pried open the doors. An overwhelming sensation assaulted Loki as he took his first steps into the hall, a tired, but stern-looking Odin slumped on the throne.
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