Author's Note: Thanks to thephoenixandthedragon4ever for giving me Loki's real eye-color so that I could make it right, my tv is way too dark so his eyes looked gray instead of green.

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Thor looked about himself at the sucluded lake that'd been one of Loki's favourite spots, especially when Thorgil and the others had taunted him about, "Looking funny compared to everyone else in your family and being ugly."

The lake was surrounded cherry trees, the shore a mixture of light sand and pebbles. It was absolutely beautiful, but nowhere near when he'd first found Loki here or all the other times. 'It seems like he should be walking out of the trees any second, now, like the first time and get mad at me for intruding on his 'solace'. Well, that or like he went for a swim and he'll surface soon.'

Loki probably would have gotten mad that he was moping around, but Loki wasn't here to complain, he hadn't been for six months. A very long six months that not even Father and Jane combined had been able to help him with. He still remembered Father and Freida's reactions:

Flashback

Slowly, carefully, he lay Loki's body down at the foot of Father's throne, because Father hadn't believed that after so many attempts to kill Loki by various people, that Laufey's son was dead.

Father descended the many steps from the remnants of his golden throne to crouch down and run a hand over Loki's only slightly warmed body. It was obvious that Father came to the same conclusion that he'd told him when Father bowed his head and asked, "How did Loki die, Thor ?"

His gaze drifted to the many golden columns and the walls that surrounded them that had only just started being repaired, then back to his Father as he replied, "With great honour, Father, he saved me from being killed by the Kursed dark-elf Algrim. He stabbed Algrim with one of the other dark-elf warrior's weapons and was himself pulled onto it by Algrim. He managed to activate one of Algrim's grenades, before getting off the sword and dying in my arms."

A slow nod, followed by, "Then let Asgard know that Loki has redeemed himself of his crimes. He deserves a warriors funeral and he will have it tonight."

'I should be the one to tell Freida that Loki is dead, she deserves to hear it from me instead of by gossip.'

When he got to Freida's house, her father, the white-haired Thorgil, answered the door and bowed, "Prince Thor ! What may we do for you ?"

"Is Freida here ?"

Thorgil nodded, "Yes, my Prince, she is. Freida, Prince Thor, wants to see you."

The brown-haired, now, young woman, who would have her first child any day, came to the door as Thorgil left. Her grey-eyes first flitted over his shoulder, undoubtebly, looking for Loki, then they turned to him, "You look very sad, my Prince, what has happened ? It's something to do with Prince Loki isn't ?"

Forced himself to the swallow the sudden lump in his throat, so that he could say, "L-loki, he was killed by a dark-elf yesterday after saving my life."

As Loki and Freida had become a pair of slightly odd, but close, friends over the years, and given her pregnancy, it didn't surprise him when she burst into tears at the news. When he'd done his best to comfort her, Freida wiped at her eyes and sniffled, then wondered, "W-will he -?", but couldn't make herself finish it.

"He will, our father is having it tonight. I just wanted to make sure that you knew personally considering what he did for you."

That night, he couldn't believe how many people had come. Not nearly as many as for Mother's, but still quite a few with, surprisingly, Sif having been one of the first to arrive, second only to Freida. He looked down into the boat - Loki had been laid out in his green and gold armour, wearing his antlered helmet, the long black-hair fanned out under his shoulders, and with one of his favoured spears in hand.

All he could do was stare blankly around at the white-energy spheres that most everyone held. 'Loki explained what they meant to me once - when old Silfasol was killed by Marauders on Vanaheim, I can't remember what he said now, but I wish I did.'

Nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the boat had started moving, when the arrow started towards the boat the impossible thoughts of, 'What if he's just in some sort of Jotun death-like sleep, sort of like Father's Odinsleep ? What if we're killing him right now ?', entered his head.

After the single, solemn thud of Father's spear and the others had released their spheres, he heard Father murmur, "Good-bye, Loki...Odinson.", before Father suddenly pulled him into an embrace. 'We're the only ones left now.'

End Flashback

Annoyed at his inability to let go of his love, he picked up a pebble and threw it angrily into the center of the lake. As the ripples lapped against the shore, suddenly, something hit the water with a tremendous splash.