"AaaahhHHHHHHH!" Thor's screams echoed through the empty landscape as he fell to the ground. He face planted into the cold soil, receiving a mouth full of dirt. He sat up, spitting the ground out of his mouth.

"He could not have gotten me any closer?" He mumbled, standing up. The mountain just barely visible in the distance. He pulled out the contraption, and trudged the direction of the arrow.

Loki-

The darkness was heavy in the silent room. The only noises were the occasional clinks of the metal chains sprouting from the walls. He had struggled against them in the beginning, but eventually gave up, weary from the lack of food and water. The rusted shackles dug into his wrists and ankles, and slowly rubbed through his skin, leaving it raw and bloody. He didn't dare try moving. If his magic would've worked, he would've been far gone, but something hindered his abilities. It would've been helpful to know beforehand when he had challenged the guards, spitting in their faces and threatening them. The evil grins they wore as they beat him still haunted his subconscious.

He leaned his head against the wall and exhaled shakily. They hadn't bothered coming down in days, which was probably a good thing. When they did, it meant hours of torture, beatings, and mockery. He used to shoot insults right back, but it always made things much worse. He wasn't even sure if he could speak anymore, he hadn't uttered a word in months. He had no reason to. They locked him in the deepest, nastiest place they could find where nobody else was. Aside from the bones of past captured individuals, who lost their battles centuries ago, he was alone. Completely, and totally alone. He closed his eyes, wishing he could find some part of him to sleep, but couldn't.

A loud yet distant boom sounded, shaking the chains that were scattered across the floor. He jerked, opening his eyes. He saw nothing but felt the trembling of the earth beneath him. There were screams and shouts from above, and he could hear people sprinting down the stairs towards him. A man was barking orders.

"Find as many weapons as you can! This lunatic isn't stopping at nothing to get in!" He yelled.

Someone was trying to get in? Who would want to come here? He thought incredulously. A thought suddenly sprang up, something he hadn't considered in over a year.

Thor.

He had lost hope in his brother long ago. Thor thought he was dead, and this time Loki could've sworn he was as well. He sucked his teeth, waiting for an indicator of some sort. He didn't notice the man walk by, glaring at him.

"What are you looking at?" He snarled, gripping a spiked flail in his right hand. Loki winced, waiting for the man to strike him with it, but only heard footsteps running back upstairs. Another boom sounded, this one sounded like that of a lightning bolt. The corner of his mouth quirked up.

His brother finally came for him.

Thor-

He had to have struck 100 guards with his bolts by the time he searched the facility. He had to hand it to them, they were strong.

But he was stronger.

He let the device guide him, knocking the guards out of his way without even looking up. He reached the stairs when a foot caught him square in the back, launching him down the wooden stairs. He closed his eyes, and hit the cement hard. Pain shot through his back, but he ignored it, blasting away the beings who attempted to follow him from upstairs. The ceiling gave way from the entrance, and crashed down. Thor covered his eyes, dust flew everywhere, and outside sound was cut off almost instantly, leaving it dark and silent. He brushed himself off, and looked around, the light from his hands illuminated the disgusting dungeon. A small, raspy voice sounded from the corner of the room.

"Thor…"

He whipped around, and saw an all too familiar face.

"Brother," He smiled, rushing over to Loki. It wasn't until he got closer he realized the full extent of his brothers injuries. His face was dirty, and dried blood coated the side of his head, matting his hair which fell in front of his eyes. He still had the same clothing on from Sakaar, but it was torn and dirty, and revealed an assortment of wounds across his body ranging from gashes to burns. He was speechless. Loki's eyes were hooded; his tired face was sporting a weak smile as he barely held himself up. He had never seen him so wounded.

He noticed his brother was bound to shackles and chains, they wrapped around his hands and feet, and there was no visible leeway between him and them.

"Loki, I'm going to have to get these off of you, but it might hurt, okay?"

Loki nodded.

Thor took a deep breath, getting as good a grip as he could on the iron. With some effort, he broke them apart one by one, trying his best not to further injure Loki. After about thirty seconds he had them all off. He held out his hand to help Loki up, but there was a moment's hesitation from his brother.

"Are you going to take it? Or are we going to be here all night?" He said laughing. Loki grinned slightly and took his hand.

Thor pulled him up easily, but as soon as he came up, he fell. Thor barely caught him the second time, but managed to steady him to his feet.

"Can you walk?" He asked, eyeing his brother who was still having trouble standing.

"Y-" He cleared his throat, "Yes."

He slowly let go of Loki, who managed to stay upright. For about two seconds tops. He fell again, thankfully right into Thor's arms.

"Brother this is no time for fooling around, you need to get up."

"Can't you see I'm trying?" Loki muttered, staggering unsteadily to his feet. This time he stayed upright just barely. Thor put an arm over his shoulder.

"Here, just hang on to me and we'll get out of here." Thor said. He made his way over to wall, and effortlessly broke it down from the top with a discarded halberd.

He heard Loki make a sound and throw his free hand over his eyes at the sunlight that burst in.

"S-sorry! I should've thought about that," Thor said. He looked up, trying to figure out how he would get up and out of the building. He could hear an abundance of guards approaching.

"Loki, does your magic work now?" He asked quickly.

Loki looked at his hands, and produced a small spark.

"I can't do much-"

"That's alright." He look out the compass-looking thing and pressed the button.

"Strange, get us out of here please!" He yelled.

Almost instantaneously the floor gave way from beneath them.