And here is the chapter two that was never intended, but I was asked (pretty please) very nicely by a good friend. And I did kinda leave loose ends. I've still left loose ends. But here it is, nonetheless.

Own nothing.


The door burst open, and while Thor was irritated, on the verge of angry, he was not worried.

He was not worried when he saw that the Black Widow had her gun out.

He was not worried when he saw and heard her shoot.

He was not worried when he noticed that she had shot to kill. Because he knew that, as a god, Loki could not die.

And yet he hated to see his brother in pain.

So he took a few steps forwards, too slow, as Loki hit the ground, his hand on his chest. Thor grabbed his arms, and pulled him upright to face him, shocked as he registered the wide eyes, and satisfied smile.

"Loki?"

He had to ask. This was not normal. There were few things that could kill and immortal, and a gunshot was not one of them. Of course, Loki would be wounded for some time, his body shutting down, but this… this was not normal.

His brother blinked his eyes, and Thor took note of the way that they struggled to focus on his face.

"Goodbye, brother."

Thor's eyes widened.

"What… What have you done? LOKI! What have you done?"

He shook Loki gently, ignoring the red liquid running down his body, only noticing the life that was fleeing his brother's body.

He ignored Natasha as he gathered his brother into his arms, leaning his forehead to his brother's, and wept.

He did not remain so for long, a female voice reaching his ears. A familiar one, one that he would forever associate with the lifeless body in his arms. It took all of his effort not to call upon Mjolnir to strike her down.

"Thor?"

He glared up at her, and extended his arms briefly, showing Loki to her.

"This. This is what you do, the one time he comes peacefully. This is what you do."

She showed no reaction; no remorse, no joy, nothing. She simply stood and watched as he turned to Mjolnir, shifted his brother into one arm, and flew out the window. He did not look back to see her standing by the shattered glass, as he flew away.

Tears blurred his vision, as he flew to New Mexico.

"Heimdall! Open the Bifrost!"

Lights began to shine around him as he turned to the lifeless body in his arms.

"See, brother? You can come home now. You're finally… coming… home."

A jolt ran through his body as he landed on a cold metal floor, where he dropped to his knees, and he cried.

He wept for his brother, for the wrongs that Thor had done against him, for not being the brother that he should have been. For not noticing, for not caring, for losing him at a moment when he might have finally gotten him back.

He sobbed, ignorant to everything but the cold body in his arms, unaware of anything that happened around him, and mindful that he never wanted to leave his brother again.


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