Sorry for the long wait. I explain why at the end of the chapter. I hope you like it :)


Thor and I only have one class together, seventh period Electricity. Father decided that class for the both of us, he put up a fight with the principle on the first day of school because Thor and I originally didn't have the class together; he figured neither of us would do anything without the other there. I still don't do anything.

The student aid for that class, Tony Stark, he always insists on doing my projects for me, seeing as how I'll completely screw it up anyway. Plus he so good with the stuff anyway he doesn't even have to pay anywhere near as much attention to it when he works as Thor does. Then again Tony ends up doing most of Thor's work as well.


The seventh of December, which is today actually, there is a call in the middle of Thor and I's class. Father refused to tell the principle anything, just that my brother and I have to leave the school building immediately. We wave Stark farewell and exit the classroom.

Once we get outside our aunt is there to pick us up. Her name is Marilinus, it's a weird multi-family tradition to name your children after some sort of mythological god. "Kids, I'm so sorry." She said. "Why are you sorry Aunt Marilin?" Thor asked. Her eyes simply began to water as she drove us away from the school building.


We pulled into the local hospital's parking lot, the second we exited the car she was ushering us inside with haste. The entire way here all she could do was say she was sorry.

She led us to a room, the walk being abnormally silent. Thor and I entered the room, our aunt staying in the doorway. Thor walked past the pale blue-green curtain first, and as he did his body tensed incredibly. I followed after him quickly only to be greeted by my mother sitting in the hospital bed.

I had thought it was my dad, having overworked himself again, but in reality it was my mother. My loving mother, the one who kept my so called father from getting into a violent fight with me, whether it be physical or verbal. Surprisingly he and I only get into verbal fights, but if mother is bedridden then he and I will soon end up down the road of 'abuse'.

She motioned for me to come to her side, I did as her silent command told and held her Thor free hand once I got to her. "Now, you two listen, I don't want this to change you boys at all. You're both too sweet and handsome to end up as dark as most probably would." She paused, taking a deep breath.

"There is no way to sugar coat this, just be straight forward." Odin said; his eyes actually showing emotion for once, sadness, grief, and fear.

Frigga's eyes grew sad and tired. "I have cancer. It's spread through quite a bit of my body, but I should be able to make it past Christmas." A small sad smile decorated her delicate features as she looked us straight in the eyes.

"What do you mean mother?" Thor asked, his eyes those of a sad puppy. Her eyes shifted to mine then she looked to the foot of her bed. I shifted uncomfortably. "Thor, that means she's… she's dying Thor." I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder during my pause.

"At least we'll have her past Christmas." Father said. His words spread a thick dark foggy cloud of sadness and disparity throughout the room.

Past Christmas. At least? Will she be able to come home? I mean, if she's in a hospital bed, IV in her arm, then I guess that means not.

"Loki, don't worry, I just had a bad spell at the store. I've known for a few days already about the cancer, but I guess now I absolutely have to tell you. I'm sorry." Her eyes filled with tears that fell faster than Thor and I could wipe away.

"It's okay mom." I say with a broken voice. Tears fill my eyes as well, but father glares daggers a me, silently telling me Men don't cry, even in front of their mothers. I ignored him and let a few of the tears escape.

Thor barks in his reassurance as well, telling her of all the fun things he wants to take her to do. She lets out small pieces of laughter through her tears at Thor's comments and suggestions, sometimes even telling him something was too silly even for her.

Thor was always the sunshine of the house, brightening everyone's day, sometimes even my own.

I've always loathed him for that; especially now, when he could make mother laugh and smile when I could not.


This chapter is longer than the other two, I'm almost proud.

Sorry for the really long wait on this chapter, I had some stuff come up, which naturally I used my sorrows as inspiration for what to do next in the story.

I was planning to work on this ages ago but literally just got around to it because my mom (who is a three time cancer survivor) recently got diagnosed with cancer again. It's in her thigh bone, her spine, next to her heart and some in the opening to one of her lungs. She has 3-5 months or several years, the doctors aren't sure, but the point is I won't be able to update this, let alone work on this, as often as I'd like, so you should really only expect one update a month if your very very very very very lucky.

Most of Loki's feelings will also be my feelings and realizations on having a mother with cancer while your still in high school; which will most likely come up in the next chapter.

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Thank you for reading -*gifts you with a virtual cookie of awesome*-