Warnings: M/M, psuedo-incest, horror, torture, smut, work-in-progress

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~Seven Months Later~

Loud shouting brought Loki out of the little world that he had escaped to and he closed the book that he had been reading. After so much time locked away with in the glass walls, he often found himself in the clouds. He had been wrong about the two chairs; no one had come. The shouting grew louder and louder, before suddenly guards surrounding Odin himself and his mother Frigga burst through the doors. Odin in his anger marched to the glass and yelled at one of the guards, demanding that the prison be opened.

Loki stood from his seat against the wall and walked forward cautiously. That was until the doors opened and Odin stalked towards him with a fist raised. In his fright, Loki backed against the wall and Odin's fist slammed into the marble beside his head. "How did you do it?!" The god bellowed and even the guards shrunk back from the pure fury that was their king. Confusion spread across his face and Odin yelled again, "Do not try to con your way out of this Loki Laufeyson! You are the god of mischief and I will not be deceived again! Son or not!"

"Odin! Relent!" Frigga cried out as she grabbed his armor to pull him away from her youngest. Criminal or no criminal, she would not stand for her husband yelling at her child. "Calm your anger! Let the boy answer you!" At this Odin glanced over his shoulder only momentarily before turning back to his son. "Loki, answer him please! How did you do this?" Frigga's eyes begged for him to tell them the information that they so sought and he knew not what they were speaking of. Quickly he tried to think of what could have happened that they would suspect him.

"Tell me what you accuse me of." He stated shortly with a look to his mother, one that he knew that she would understand; the same that he would give her as a child when he truly didn't comprehend her meaning. Frigga's eyes softened and her grip on Odin's armor tightened as she pulled him back and stepped between them. "What has happened that you believe that I could have done it with in these walls. The walls that contain my magic." When Odin did not answer straight away Loki frowned, "Tell me!"

At this Odin immediately pushed Frigga behind him and held his arm out in front of him, ready to fight back should Loki try anything. "Your brother has been severely injured and placed in a magic induced coma. One that even the strongest of our healers cannot bring him out of. His fever spikes, his forehead worries, and a stream of nonsense escapes his lips; one thing constant." Loki looked directly into Odin's eyes and after a moment the man sighed, "Your name."

With his hands shackled, Frigga led him through the doors of the healing wing and down the spiraling halls until they reached the white washed room where Thor was kept. As his eyes fell upon his brother, Loki's heart ached with in his chest. Thor seemed to be in a tortured slumber, tossing restlessly under the white sheets. Sweat beaded across his forehead which wrinkled, his eyes scrunching at the corners. Muscle spasms rippled under his skin and a steady flow of muttered words spilled from his mouth. It was a sight that Loki wished that he had never seen; but he knew what was to blame.

"The Chitauri."

Odin stepped forward and gripped Loki's shoulders so hard that he thought they would bruise. "Bring him out of this Loki. Please. He is my son, your brother." A wince was forced out of him as the gods grip tightened before letting go completely. He did not give his father the honor of a glance though as he walked beside the bed and sat beside his writhing brother. As the bed sunk under his weight, Thor unconsciously rolled over into his side.

"Loki."

It was muttered so lowly that Loki was sure he was the only one to hear it, but with one look at Odin and Frigga he knew that they heard it too. "Loki," Frigga started before having to swallow back her growing tears, "Can you help him?" In that moment, with his mother and father putting their trust in him to bring their only blood child back from whatever tortures his mind was creating, he knew that he had no choice.

"Yes."

With those last words, Loki leaned forward and placed his palms against Thor's forehead pushing his magic into him. His eyes slid shut as he became dizzy at his own intrusion and suddenly he was enveloped in darkness. Hard coarse granite was beneath him and with a small breath to calm his nerves, he opened his eyes and looked around himself. His eyes widened in horror as a clawed black hand gripped his throat almost to the point of choking, "I said that there was no where you could hide."