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Frigga looked out on the balcony of her's and Odin's royal chambers towards the gardens. It had been raining all day in Asgard, and the grey skies mirrored a mood that she could not shake. Ever since her conversation with Thor, she had been unsettled. At night, she would lay awake crying—making sure her husband couldn't see her—as she heard the echoes of her son's screams through the palace. She could not bear to know Loki was in pain, despite all of his atrocities, he was still her youngest—her son.

And yet, she felt powerless to help. He would not allow her to visit him; her husband would not hear her reason, and seeing Thor upset only increased her pain. She felt more alone than ever. None in Asgard could understand her pain; for she felt sorry for the man all of Asgard now despised…she truly loved the boy they all hated, spoke ill of…who all of Asgard wanted dead.

Taking a sigh, she focused her thoughts to a small figure running in the rain. She could hear the small frantic footsteps as they ran, trying to make their way out of the rain and into the palace. Listening, she could hear the sweet chiming of the water as footsteps met puddles, and it pained her to remember all the times her children would play in the rain. For a brief second, though, the figure looked up, dark hair stark against their pale skin and golden eyes meeting her blue. Giving the figure a small smile, she watched as Eir continued her trek towards the entrance of the palace, holding a hood over her head.

Letting out a small laugh, Frigga had to credit Thor. Truthfully, she thought it would take an executive command from her to get Eir to comply, so she was shocked when she heard Thor had gained her word. Thinking of her most important servant, she wondered how her son had appealed to her? Eir was not known for giving mercy, despite her abilities, especially to those who have committed wrongs. Eir worked through a set of strict morality rules, saving those who had only proven themselves worthy, so she was surprised she agreed to heal the greatest threat to Asgard.

Smiling to herself, Frigga wondered if Eir hoped to heal more than just Loki's mind.

Thor waited at the entrance of the palace watching as a figure ran towards him, holding a hood tightly over her head to avoid getting wet. As she made it to the door, she gave him a small smile. Thor noticed that she looked out of breath, as if she had run across the city, perhaps making a house call to someone in Asgard's main complex. It was not uncommon for her to be summoned to the dying, families praying for her skill, praying for her to heal sickness that sometimes ravaged families.

He watched as she put her hood down, and gave Thor a quizzical look as she discarded her soaked cloak to a servant nearby. Giving her a nod, she started to follow him down the gilded hallways of the palace. Trying to break the silence, she looked up towards the prince and gave him a small laugh.

"Are you not the God of Thunder and storms, Thor?" she questioned, "It is quite horrible out there, could you not have just cast it away?"

Thor looked down at the Goddess and gave her a smirk.

"If I cast off every storm," he started, "What would Asgard learn? Unpleasant weather must happen to appreciate the fair."

Glaring her eyes at his knowingly, she knew he was mimicking her. Ignoring the prince for a moment, she focused on the hall ahead of her and all the glares from visitors. It was not often that Thor sought her help, nor was it often that she strayed from Frigga's side. Luckily for her, the queen had given her a leave—generous for her word to help Loki. Though she had been at the service of the queen since she was barely out of childhood, she had never seen her as shaken as she had a few days ago. Her heartbreak for Loki was painfully apparent.

"He has not let anyone see him." Thor commented, breaking her out of her thoughts, "Loki wishes not to speak to anyone. Not my mother, not me, not Sigyn…"

Thor noticed Eir focusing ahead of her more intensely, seemingly ignoring him. Furrowing his brow, he continued talking to her.

"I know not how he will take to me bringing you." He explained, "I want you to know if you don't feel safe you can—"

"I'm fine, Thor." She muttered, looking at him for a moment, "With great knowledge of the human body and its workings comes the ability to heal and harm. I trust your brother knows this."

Nodding towards her, they continued their descent deeper into the palace until they were met with a large, elegant door. From the looks of it, it seemed to be impossibly heavy, and beautifully adorned. If Eir had not known this to be door to the detention chambers, she would have thought it a door to somewhere more regal. Outside the door stood two guards, each with helmets that marked their nobility and importance to the security of the palace. In each of their hands were spears that were made to kill.

Looking up at Thor, she could see the heartbreak in his eyes as a guttural scream echoed through the room. Eir knew the sounds well—she had known many Asgardians who came to her screaming in a similar fashion. It was of a pain so severe, many begged her for death—for it to be over. Though she hated him, hearing Loki's desperate screams sent something shivering down her spine. She was suddenly very scared to see the scene she would be met with.

Breaking her and Thor out of their thoughts, the door suddenly opened to reveal a man cleaning a bloodied knife. Thor's eyes widened at the amount of blood on the man's arms and clothes. Eir watched as Thor's face went white with the realization that it was his brother's blood that dirtied the man, the torturer. Seeing Thor's hesitation, Eir put a small hand on her arm and gave him a fake smile.

"It will be alright, Thor." She whispered, "Please."

Looking at the woman below him, he noticed she was lying. Her eyes betrayed her, and showed a fear he knew mimicked his. He could see that she was giving him a false smile, her bottom lip trembling ever so slightly as she grabbed onto him. Taking a deep breath, he sent a look to both of the guards and took his first few steps into the dark room behind the door.

Though the door expressed a sense of elegance, the room the two walked into was the opposite. The floor was not of gold, but of a cold stone, and the only light in the room came from a few lights that did little to illuminate the room. As his eyes adjusted, Thor could start to see the outline of a cell—the dirty bars creeping out of the darkness like ghosts. In the background, he could hear the faint dripping of water and the soft breathing of a being in the far back of the room.

Walking closer, he could see Loki's shadow emerge from the dark. Looking at his brother, he could feel his heart start to race as his features became more apparent in the dim lighting. He was chained, the shackles cutting into his him in what looked like an infected ring around his wrists. From his hands, he could see a trail of blood creating river patterns down his arms…his fingernails missing.

Holding back a gasp, he could feel Eir's hand on his arm once again. In a moment, though the scene remained unchained, his shock started to dissipate. Looking down at the shorter woman, she just gave him a sad smile as she used her subtle magic to calm him. Walking closer, he noticed that Loki's green eyes were fixated on him, looking as if they had not slept in days.

"Brother…" Thor started, hesitantly "I—"

Before he could finish, Loki emitted a laugh that startled Thor. In his brother's smile, he could see that he was missing several teeth and dried blood rested at the corners of his crazed grin. Hearing the rattle of metal on stone, he watched as Loki sat himself up to better see his visitors.

"Fancy what you see, Thor?" Loki smiled, "Is this not what you wanted?"

Thor examined his brother further, his heartbeat pounding in his head. The ragged clothes he had been given were covered in blood and dirt. A small bucket of water lay in the corner of the cell, all the drink he was allowed, along with remnants of food much too scarce. His brother's form had grown even slimmer, his body looking sickly. When he tried to speak, he could only feel his breath catching in his chest.

"No," Thor finally managed to whisper, "Loki, I only ever wanted my brother back."

Again, Thor watched as his brother emitted a laugh that was seemingly primal. His blue eyes watched as his brother stood up, shakily, and walked the length of his cell in a manner that reminded Thor of a caged animal.

"I'm not your brother!" he hissed, "I don't want your pity I…"

Thor noticed his brother stop in his cell, his green eyes widen and focus in the darkness. With a sick grin, he walked towards the edge of the cage and put his bloodied hands on the bars. After a moment, Thor realized he was looking at Eir who was keeping herself in the shadows as much as possible. Looking into his brother's eyes, he could see a disgusting satisfaction as he looked the Goddess over.

"I have brought Eir, Loki." Thor hesitated again, "I wish for her to heal you."

Loki gave another broken smile towards the woman and laughed, green eyes never leaving her gold. Looking at Eir, Thor noticed a fear that far surpassed his own. In the silence, he could hear her hitched breathing as Loki looked at her with a seemingly insatiable hunger.

"Oh, this will be fun." Loki smirked, "I have so missed making play of such pathetic minds."

Glaring his eyes at his brother, Thor slammed his hand on the cell startling the prisoner. With another grin, Loki put his hands up in defeat and met his brother's scornful eyes. Thor could see as his anger rose, Loki's satisfaction grew. He knew that he was giving Loki exactly what he wanted by becoming upset. Despite his pain, Thor took a deep breath and put a hand on Eir's shoulder.

"Brother, please." Thor whispered, in a calming manner, "I have brought her here to heal you, not to be tormented. If you place a hand on her-if the guards hear her scream-I will feel no remorse when they kill you."

Loki simply sent an amused look towards his brother as he went to sit back down in a corner of his cell, never taking his predatory eyes off of the two. Looking at the woman besides him, Thor sent her a worried glance. Her eyes looked at his, betraying her, as she gave him a small smile.

"All is well, Thor." She lied, "Please, I can see your pain. Leave."

Thor sent a warning glance to his grinning brother before giving the woman a grateful smile and leaving. Eir could see Loki's eyes squint as the door opened, revealing light from the hallway that was much too bright, before focusing on her again. Looking the banished prince over, her stomach turned as she catalogued the damages his body had taken. Her keen medical eyes saw much more than Thor could, and—perhaps for his sake—that was for the best.

Walking closer to the edge of the cell, she noticed his infected wrists, stab wounds and lacerations. They riddled his body, like grotesque designs, full of sickness. His long fingers showed signs of forced nail extraction and breaks, and his grin was agape with teeth that had been forcibly extracted. Though the prince was free to roam his cage now, the darkness under his eyes suggested that he had been forced to remain awake and consume very little. Eir knew Asgardian torture practices well; Loki was getting the whole package.

Letting out a sigh, she took a seat on the cold stone floor and watched as the God of Mischief's eyes flickered in the darkness. She knew he was probably aching with exhaustion, and almost felt bad that she was here, keeping him awake. Hearing his shackles move slightly, she looked on as he sat himself up more and gave her a smile.

"I knew you would come." He whispered, "Thor's guilt is palpable, I knew he would seek you out to try and correct what wrongs have been done. Though I think he wished not for you just to heal my wounds."

Eir avoided his glance by focusing on the material of her dress. She was almost startled at how quickly he picked up on Thor's intentions. Giving him a glance, she watched as he gave a large yawn—his jaw giving a sickening crack—and laid his head against the wall, losing his battle against sleep.

"Loki, let me heal you." She finally managed to whisper, holding out a hand, "Your jaw is broken, please…"

To her surprise, he sent a scornful look towards her. Standing up abruptly, she watched as she paced his cell again in anger. His shackles banged loudly against the stones as he walked, and his breathing was ragged. Looking at her, he simply gave her a crooked smile and narrowed his eyes. She knew her eyes betrayed her panic, and as her heart beat faster she knew it pleased him.

"Loki, I—"

Her body jumped as he punched the cell in anger, sending a loud crash through the quiet room. She watched as his broken hands grabbed the cell the best they could, bleeding the harder he grabbed.

"I don't need your help!" he screamed, "I don't need Thor's pity!"

Eir looked at his hateful eyes and could feel her chest tightening. She felt like a helpless animal, trapped by the hunter, without a means of escape. Though her body wanted to scream, she felt paralyzed as she watched him pace anxiously. Before she could catch her breath again, she felt a rush of wind followed by two greedy eyes. Trying to breath, her eyes just widened as bloody hands came a grabbed her cheeks forcefully.

"Do it. Scream." He growled, "The guards will be here in a moment, Eir. My blood can be on your hands. Just what you want."

Loki watched as her eyes just stared at his in fear. He could see silver tears forming in the corners of her eyes and stinging against his wounds. Smiling to himself, he got a satisfaction as her breathing quickened and her heartbeat audibly raced. Squeezing her cheeks harder, he smiled as she silently cried at the pain—and it excited him so.

"You best think again before agreeing to something my idiot brother suggests, Eir." He whispered, enjoying the warm tears on is hand, "Your magic won't work on me, you wretched whore."

Eir closed her eyes before bringing a hand up and grabbing his outstretched arm. As quick as she grabbed him, his eyes widened in horror as his wounds began to fester and a bright pain consumed him. Letting out a hiss, he released her and watched as she ran towards the door. Letting out another sick cackle, he gave her another predatory glare before she vanished though his door to freedom. With a smile on his face, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the bars in front of him.

She would be back.

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