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The healing halls had fallen quiet as night approached. The injured and sick slept while the healers hovered ready to help those in need. The Allfather had not moved from his spot in several hours. His face drawn into a severe frown as he stared blankly into the distance.

"He weakens here." Eir whispered softly to the Allfather. "This realm is weakening him." She stood by the Prince's bed, watching as the young prince struggled to breathe. Over head the candles flickered easily, basking the healing halls in a warm glow. Loki jerked in his sleep, plagued by terrors as he slept. The Allfather sat at his side, his fingers twitching in desire to hold his child's hand only to realize that not even his fingers were spared in the attack.

Odin slowly looked away from his son's beaten face to stare at the healer. He had aged hundreds of years in the span of four days.

"What must I do?"

Odin's initial plan was to send Thor to Jotunheim. Or somewhere where Thor was outside his comfort zone. But in the end, Odin chose to have Thor land in Midgard. He would allow Thor to attend the mortal's funeral and hoped that there he would come to terms with his actions. With Thor gone, Odin called for the Sif, Volstagg and Fandral to come to the throne room. All three seemed apprehensive at not seeing Thor and as usual it was Sif who questioned his whereabouts.

"Thor has been banished from Asgard for his attempt to murder Loki."

A heavy silence briefly fell over the room before all at once, they began to speak. Shocked and disbelieving at the words.

"Thor would never!"

"What!?"

"I don't understand!"

Odin lifted his hand

"Jane Foster was killed during the battle," He ignored the stunned expressions on their faces. "She was killed by a Dark Elf but as far as Thor was concerned it was Loki who failed to defend her. In his grief he callously struck Loki down." He closed his eye and let out a low breath. "As far as he is aware. Loki is dead. He deserves no more."

Sif looked devastated. Yet she nodded jerkily and saluted.

"And...and we shall honor your decision Allfather."

"See that you do...and as such Loki is in need of healing I am afraid Asgard cannot provide. He slips away far too quickly and there are those here who would take advantage of his state. How can I protect my son when there are those who would do him harm? I ask you to take him to Midgard. Go to the Avengers and ask for their aid. They are honorable...they will surely help."

Sif looked unconvinced.

"My Lord, after what Loki has done to them? Surely they will turn us away."

"Then tell them it is by my demand. Tell them what has transpired. He must be kept safe and with several of these realms on edge he is not safe."

"What of Thor?" Fandral murmured. "He would no doubt strike against Loki once he discovers his survival."

Odin let out a low breath.

"They must not tell him. Heimdall will keep watch as always but Thor...without his powers cannot hope to touch Loki again. I do this to protect Loki you must understand this. He is not safe here or anywhere in connection with here. Midgard has been left alone for some time. They are the only option." His voice weakened towards the end of his sentence and his eyes fell shut and he let out an unsteady breath. Volstagg was the first to respond and stepped forward, his face set in determination, fist at his heart.

"Yes my Lord."

It was sunny in Manhattan and the day was going on fabulously. The spy duo were on some mission, Steve was saving kittens from trees and Thor was in outer space. Tony Stark had been enjoying his latest beverage with Bruce when the lights appeared. They had been lounging on the sofa talking science and boom. Both men leapt to their feet with shouts of surprise and at once noticed a tall dark haired woman and blonde man standing before them. Bruce stared while Tony desperately glanced around.

"Uhhh Jarvis?"

"There is a breach in security sir."

"No shit." Tony snarked.

"We mean you no harm Man of Iron." The woman spoke up.

Ahh Asgardians.

"Uhhh okay..." Tony tried to look relaxed but truthfully was on edge. These two had gotten passed his security with ease. He did not appreciate people bypassing his security with ease. "You friends of Thor?" He asked while Bruce sat back down frowning.

The blonde flinched at the name and the woman's lips tightened. They did not look at each other but their actions spoke volumes.

"Former comrades of his. We come at the order of the Allfather." The blonde...Fandral stated.

"Oh? Thor's dad. Well lay it on us." Tony stated curiously wondering what the Alldaddy wanted.

"We are in need of your aid." The blonde intoned softly. He had a faraway look in his eyes as if his mind was somewhere else. The woman glanced at his sharply.

"With what?" Bruce finally piped up from the couch. The woman's face which had been kept stoic until the point seemed to flash momentarily an emotion neither could decipher. She and Fandral shared a quick glance before looking back at the mortals. All at once there was another light and soon a large red head appeared with something or someone held in his arms wrapped securely in a plush looking blanket. Fandral placed himself in front of Volstagg while Sif stared Stark and Banner down.

"You must swear you will not resort to violence." The woman intoned gripped the edge of her sword. "Swear it."

Tony lifted his hands instantly.

"No worries. Right Bruce?"

Bruce did not answer his eyes fixed on the blanket. The red head tightened his hold defensively. Tony blinked staring at his friend.

"Bruce?" He prompted sharply. Bruce blinked and looked away sharply.

"Fine." The man finally breathed, he remained seated, his hands gripping the edge of the sofa. Tony frowned at him for a moment before turning back to the Asgardians.

"Okay lat it on us."

Sif remained where she was, staring them down as Fandral approached Volstagg and took the blanket and lowered it. It took several moments for Bruce and Tony to realize who...who they were looking at. Molten bruises lined a pale face. One side of the face was wrapped in thick gauze, the other was bruises nearly beyond recognition. Yet the familiar arch on the brow and sharp jaw line gaze away who they were staring at.

"Loki." Tony muttered, staring unblinkingly at his enemy.

"Fuck." Bruce intoned from beside him.

For the record,Bruce managed to not hulk out at the sight of Loki. Sure his ears turned an unsightly shade of puce but he managed to calm down enough to back away and lean against the counter, letting Tony take over conversation. Tony glanced nervously at Bruce before flicking his eyes to Loki.

"Shit...what the hell happened to him?" Tony asked finally. The woman let out a sharp sigh before looking away from Tony to glance at Loki, her face set into a placid expression. One he had seen on Pepper's many times. Sif licked her lips as she mulled over her words.

"You are men of honor."

It was not a question. Not even Tony felt it was a right time to make a joke at a time like this. Not with how...not with Loki. Bruce and Tony shared a glance before looking back at the Asgardians.

"We need asylum for Loki." Volstagg spoke up. His hold on Loki, protective. At this Tony could not hold back his sharp bark of laughter as he stared at the man.

"You're kidding right?" Tony asked, his grin firmly in place. His laughter slowly died off as no one joined him in laughter. Bruce stared at the trio in silence leaving Stark to do the talking. "Why the hell would we offer him anything? From the looks of it he got exactly what he deserved." The inventor coldly muttered. Fandral stepped towards Tony only for Sif to reach forward and grasp his arm pulling him back with a hiss. Her eyes narrowed further at the two Avengers.

"You will do well to not repeat those words in front of me." Behind her Volstagg shifted his arms and Loki let out a gargled cry. Sif tore her eyes away from the men to look towards Loki, brows furrowed.

"Have the potions worn off? She asked, voice concerned as she approached Loki. She lifted her hand to touch Loki's beaten cheek when he flinched.

"Thor..." His voice as weak and gravelly but it was clear what he was crying out to. Tony and Bruce shared a glance while Sif pulled her hand back, her lips pulled into a thin line. Tony glanced at Bruce and watched as his face began to soften.

"Wait, no...no no no Bruce-"

"Let me have a look at him." Bruce piped up.

"Dammit, Bruce!" Tony was ignored as Bruce instructed Volstagg to lay Loki down on the couch. The large Asgardian moved towards the couch and slowly lowered Loki onto it, careful to support his head. Bruce moved forward along with Sif and Fandral, leaving Tony standing awkwardly in the background. He stared at the group as he reached for his phone. He needed to call Steve. Captain America would put an end to this madness. You can practically smell the desperation wafting off Tony Stark as he willingly called the good captain to back him up. He heard Loki cry out again and desperately hoped whatever was happening, that it was painful. Whoever put the megalomaniac in his place had earned a gold star in Tony's book.

"Hey Stevie, I need your help." Tony spoke as the captain answered his phone. Steve spoke but Tony shook his head.

"No you really need to see this."