Author's Note: Okay, here is the fourth chapter. I couldn't sleep so I ended up doing this about an hour before the Witching Hour (Which in all honestly is my favorite time of day!). So here it is. I enjoyed writing this one almost as much as when I wrote the scene with just Loki and Sif!

Sif: That was not like me!

Loki: Yes it was; you did not like that she exposed your softer side.

Sif: *Death Glare!* you shall bite your tongue!

Loki: *Innocent face* Why would I do that?

Me: Okay! Break it up! The scene served a purpose, deal with it!

No amount of training could have prepared the young princes for this. No amount of horror could have prepared the princes for the shear terror before them. A rather miffed mother… okay, EXTREMELY miff mother. Loki saw his brother, thee mighty Thor, visibly flinch as their mother stood up in a warning and slightly venomous tone, "You want to what?"

Thor lost his voice; he could not manage the words. Loki inhaled only to find his voice crack as he began, "Mo-mother, in order to restore the bridge Thor and I must combine our weapons once more. We have weighed the outcomes, and I believe that they lie in our favor."

Her eyes were hard and piercing, "Loki, you are asking permission to send you and your brother on a suicide mission! I will NOT lose either of my children again! The answer is NO!"

Neither of the princes would dare say a word to her right now. They were too fearful of their lives at the given moment. 'No, mother please! I must return Thor to his Jane. Please mother, understand that the risk is something we are willing to take!'

Suddenly, the sound of feet slowly making their way through the throne room was heard. Turning they saw their father walking toward them. His face in a smile, he held his hands behind his back. "My dear, our sons have not been children for quite some time. I believe that as grown men they will do as they see fit. However, on this particular matter, I believe they truly wish for your blessing."

"Odin, what they are asking is foolish, dangerous, and will no doubt end up with one or both of them killed! I cannot lose a son again!" Her eyes were welling up. Loki knew that he had caused this pain in her. He knew that it was his fault that the bridge was gone and now it was his fault that it will stay that way.

'Perfect…' Loki relented to the fact that he would never be able to make up for what he had done. Only to hear his mother and father whisper to each other off to the side. He looked at Thor and in that moment they could feel it. They were about to be given permission. More specifically, permission to give Thor his happiness back.

When their parents turned to them, they simply saw their mother nod her head in defeat. They smiled, but the queen of Asgard raised one elegant hand, "Both of you are to wear your armor, be as safe as you can possibly be, and come back ALIVE! If you do not, so help me!" she stopped herself. She exhaled her breath she had been holding and rushed to her sons. Taking both of them in her arms she whispered, "I love you my sons. Both of you are so dear to me."

She pulled back and attempted at a small smile. She then added, "It's a bit chilly, wear your cloaks."

The two princes chuckled deeply and kissed their mother. Promising to be safe and do all she had instructed they went off to what was left of the Bifrost. Heimdall was waiting for them and bowed in greeting to the two princes.

"My Lords, it is good to see you. You have found a way to repair the bridge. I am eternally grateful." His bright, vibrant eyes shone with anticipation.

Loki inclined his head, "That is if this works."

Thor guffawed at his brother, "Why must you always be so down on everything?"

"Pessimistic."

"What?" came Thor's confused reply.

"The word you are looking for is pessimistic and I keep reminding you so you won't get your hopes up." Loki stated as he got ready to be hit with Mjolnir. It was not a fond memory; it had hurt a great deal. And now, he was willingly going to go through that again all for his brother. 'My brother… he is my brother. I will do anything for him, for him to be happy. He has his Jane, and soon will be reunited with her.'

Loki's thoughts trotted off to what Sif had said, 'Do not forget about your happiness along the way.' The feeling he had been attempting for repress came around once more. It was warm and cold. It was pleasant and unbearable. The feeling was faint yet so strong. None of it made sense. 'Focus Loki!'

Forcing himself back into the present he squared his shoulders as he and his brother started to recreate the tension between them. To recreate the exact power that had cause the destruction of the bridge. 'Gods, let me be right!' Loki silently prayed as the battle began. The turmoil hitting them both as they began, the remembrance of that dark day caused their hearts to break. Their hearts and almost their will. Both had to get back into that mindset in order to create the right power.

Loki could feel the cold surround him, feel the desolation. He now remembered why he had been so hateful, so misguided, so evil… this cold, this numbness caused him to feel alone, unwanted, betrayed. He kept reminding himself, 'This is for Thor. This is for Thor!' Yet with every blow they exchanged both could feel Loki slipping deeper into his depression. Thor's eyes stung with tears as did Loki's. Finally, their weapons collided and their powers combined. Loki and Thor both held their breaths as they saw the bridge begin to…

Author's Note: AGAIN! Yeah, I know, I did what everyone hates…. CLIFFHANGER! Well, I can say that I won't do too many of these. Promise! I dislike them with a passion as well!

Loki: You are an evil woman!

Me: You know you like it!

Loki: Perhaps, but that cliffhanger was truly evil. Thus, you are an evil woman.

Me: Yep! *triumphant grin!*