Loki staggered to his feet when the nurse was gone checking to see if his newly sewn lips were in fine condition. Odin had shown no emotion, not a single ounce of regret. Now Frigga was another story. She was silently sobbing while the sewing was done, and when she saw what was done to her son, she had to run out of the room. Thor was obviously filled with pain and regret. This is what Loki had planned, he wanted to make his brother suffer just as he did all those years.

His breathing was abnormal and short, and he was continuously having trouble walking, but that didn't stop him from making the long commute to his room. He was about there when he fell to the floor he remained continuous but he was weak. Sitting in the dark hallway, he brought his hand up to his mouth. All he felt was cold, dried blood along with new blood seeping though his mouth. When he went to feel the string he found it was a thick, rough and made of leather. There would be no way he could cut the strings.

That's when his stomach dropped. He wouldn't be able to talk, to laugh, to scoff, even eat. He was a prisoner to his own thoughts now. He had always been quiet...but not like this. That's when he realized someone was coming down the hallway, he quickly scrambled to his feet and hurried to his room as fast as he could. His body aching with every step- his mouth burning with every gasp of air that was trying to enter his lungs.

He had finally reached his room, the same familiar sight of scattered books, his large green bed with fur lining, and the large, open windows engulfing his room with moonlight. Collapsing onto his bed he began to heal his raw wounds scattered on his arms and legs. Although he was weak he was able to summon some power to close his gashes and stop the bleeding. Realizing he was still in the bloody, stained attire he returned to Asgard in he wandered over to where his clothes are and picked something alittle more comfortable- preferably something that wouldn't rub against his wounds.

Just as Loki was painfully taking his chest armor and shirt off his brother barged though the door. Loki turned around quickly before violently pointing for Thor to leave.

"I am sorry, brother! I didn't mean to intrude on you. I was just hoping you were doing well, I wanted to make sure you were alright." Thor said quickly before turning away from the Loki. "But brother, I couldn't help but notice you are bruised almost everywhere...did that occur from the fight?"

Loki sighed and put his shirt on before sitting on his bed again. He nodded at Thor and then motioned for him to leave again, wanting to be alone.

Thor began to move to leave before he turned around and said, "Well, brother...if you need anything just ca-" he stopped talking just as he realized his brother could not call, yell, even talk.

Loki looked at Thor with fury written on his face. He once again pointed out the door demanding Thor to leave. But before he could leave Loki started coughing violently. He made a very distorted sputtering sound before more blood poured out of his mouth. He continued coughing before he was covering his mouth to try and keep the blood from soiling his sheets. Thor was at his side with a towel and Loki quickly grabbed it and putting it up to his mouth, covering it with blood. He eventually stopped coughing and wiped the blood from his face, but it was useless. Blood was covering his arms, face and even some blood got on Thor. Loki turned to Thor before coughing one last time, blood spilling out of the holes in his mouth and through his lips. He realized he was slowly choking on his own blood.

Loki soon calmed his breathing and stopped coughing. He simply laid down, to exhausted, emotionally and physically, to tell his brother to leave or to clean the blood off himself. He just laid on his bed for a couple minutes staring out of one of his large windows. He could see most of Asgard from there. Oh how he hated the place. The place that had put him though all his pain, suffering, and most of all...humiliation. How humiliated he was that he could not defeat the humans, he couldn't rule Asgard and he couldn't even make Odin the least bit proud of him. He was a failure, and all of Asgard knew it.

Thor had not yet left Loki's side. He was afraid his brother would have another coughing fit, or he might eventually need him. But most of all, Thor needed Loki right now. He needed to know he was still the brother he once knew. He wanted to know why he had let go at the Bifrost...why he had done everything. But Loki could not tell him now, for he was silenced.

Thor heard Loki's breathing become deep and shallow, he figured he had fallen asleep. He slowly and quietly got off of Loki's bed and found a clean towel. He wet the towel in a basin of water and crept over to his brother, slowly cleaning the blood of of his face and arms. There were large cuts all over Loki's arms and bruises were surrounding them. He felt immense regret engulf him as he remembered how violently he had fought his brother.

Once most of the blood was off of his brother Thor sat against the wall closest to Loki's bed. He wanted to watch over him, but he also missed him. He had forgotten how defined Loki's jaw was, and how his long eyelashes shielded his vibrant green eyes. He thought Loki was beautiful. So Thor sat at the edge of Loki's bed, staring at his brother until he felt himself drifting into sleep.

"Goodnight brother, I am sorry." Thor whispered as he silently waled out of Loki's room to return to his own.

Loki woke up from the sunlight flooding his room, his body ached and his mouth was bruised and swollen. He turned over, not wanting to wake up yet and tried to fall back asleep.

"BROOOOOOOOOTHER!"

And that is when Loki was rudely interrupted by Thor. He covered his face with a pillow and grunted, only causing a muffled sound and pain to his sewn lips. He waved his hand dismissing Thor from his presence, but he did not leave.

"Do you not wish to see the recent happenings in Asgard? See what you have missed?" Thor said excitedly, hoping to get his brother out of his room for once. Loki just grunted again and rolled over, completely ignoring his brother. "Oh, well. If you change your mind brother, come find me!" Thor scurried out of Loki's room quietly shutting the door behind him.

After awhile of trying to fall asleep again Loki sat up, his room was much lighter than it was before, but it was just as dirty. He liked it that way, it seemed more at home. If he could feel at home in the foreign place of Asgard. He knew he didn't belong. He attempted to get up out of his bed, only to fall back onto the bed. His body was weak and in a massive amount of pain. He struggled to his feet eventually, and he stumbled his way to the wash basin and mirror. This was the first time Loki had seen himself after he got his stitches. He was horrified.

All he saw were his tired green eyes at first, but then his attention went to the stitches. They were dark brown, but tinted red from all the blood. His face was overrun with blood and bruises and it was hard for him to move his mouth. The string was much thinker than he had first thought, it was about the size of a small worm. He slowly touched his lips then the stitches, almost in disbelief. As he touched the holes he winced in pain, they were swollen and red. He would have much preferred the gag over this.

After awhile of looking at the new addition to his body Loki washed his body of all the blood that was on it. He realized it was much less than he expected, but he decided it was from the blood seeping into his other attire and his bed. Once he tried to clean around his lips but could not bear the pain of something disturbing the thread. He would have to wait till it was somewhat healed before the could properly clean his mouth.

He stumbled back into his room and used his remaining strength to heal the cuts and bruises scattered throughout his body, after this he dressed in his normal- clean attire and sat on the windowsill looking out to Asgard. Although he hated it, he also missed his old home of Asgard.