Loki was angry. He was angry and there was nothing he could do to quench the rage within him.
But instead he sat in silence, sitting on the warm sand of the beach, staring into the running waters of the river. The warm sand and the stillness felt good on his sore body. Crossing the tree to get here had been tedious, slow work. Loki knew not what lay under the river waters, so he had been sure not to fall.
The sun was a little past the middle of the sky, and Loki guessed that it was probably late afternoon. He had taken some time while resting to examine his body.
He had been very lucky. Although his body was sturdy, it was not immortal. Had he not fallen through the Skraeling hut he would now be a Loki pancake.
He shuddered to think of it. His left leg was scraped and had been bleeding, he had multiple bruises and scrapes, but, thank Ymir, the only serious injury he had was his arm. He had landed on it during his fall, and could guess that it was broken.
The pain still radiated, but it had dimmed considerably. He had learned a little bit of healing remedy and magic from his mother. He was grateful to have taken the time to listen and learn from her. He almost laughed when he remembered Thor making fun of him for learning something that was practiced most by women. Princess Loki Thor had called him.
He couldn't help but feel a longing in his chest for those days, but, he knew that there was nothing he could do to get them back. He knew he should try and get back to the tower faster, for there were things that lingered in the forest that would easily overpower him in his current state, but, he could not find the energy…
Thor headed to the meeting room, fully intending to suspend this meeting until he had found his brother. He wanted desperately to know what had happened, why it had happened.
He was 'confused and angry.'*
He entered the meeting room with a crash; the doors jiggling on their hinges.
"My friends," Everyone in the room turned toward Thor, who stood in the center of the room, an aura of outrage and confusion radiated off of him. Thor waited until all eyes were on him before he continued his words, "I request we put this meeting at a halt."
There were whispers and questions, until the leader of the meeting stepped forward, "And why, Asgardian, should we do this? We are so close to finding a permanent solution!"
Thor did not falter. "My brother is missing, and I have reason to believe that someone here now, in this room, is responsible for something that should not have happened." Thor was hoping to scare whoever had done this into admission. The Vani's began to panic.
"What do you mean?" They shouted at him, "Who has done this?" and "What is it that has been done?"
Thor surveyed the room. His eyes lingered on Sif, and the Warrior Three.
He hated the fact that he thought this of his comrades. But he had seen Sif come down from the tower. He turned back toward the startled Vani's, "Relax, my friends. I believe I have found a solution. We will continue our meeting once I have my brother safe and back here."
Thor headed toward Sif and the Warrior Three, nodding at them all to follow him out of the room. They followed, and Thor could feel the uneasiness in the air. He led them outside, the warm sticky air a difference to the enclosed rooms and hallways of the FrostGrinder.
Thor turned toward them, a look of hurt plastered onto his face. He sighed.
"Thor, why have you brought us out here?" Asked Fandral; who had noticed Thor's odd behavior when he had exited the tower.
"Yes, tell us what is going on." Hogan said.
"My friends please," Thor pleaded with them, stepping toward them arms outstretched, "I beg of you, tell me what you have done."
They talked among themselves, and finally Volstag turned to Thor exasperated, "Thor, I tell you we have done nothing! Where has this accusation even come from?"
Thor became angry, "Do not lie to me! I know something has happened! You four are the only ones that had been wandering!"
"Do not yell at me, Thor!" Volstag hollered back at him, "I have done nothing you crazy fool!"
"C'mon guys, we need to stop fighting, this is ludicrous!" Exclaimed Fandral.
The fighting continued, until everyone but Sif was screaming at each other in anger. Finally, it was too much, and she could harbor it no longer.
"Stop!" She screamed, pushing them all apart, stopping the senseless fighting.
Thor was enraged. "Senseless?! What,"
"I did it! It was me!"
Everyone was shocked into silence. "Sif," Thor drawled, "What are you talking about?" Dread whirled around and built itself in his stomach.
"I…" She almost burst into tears, but held herself in check, "I pushed him off the tower."
The silence that followed stretched, and soon everyone had become uncomfortable. Fandral was the first to speak up, "I assure you Thor, the Warriors Three had nothing to do with this!"
Thor nodded and dismissed them, "Leave me alone with Sif." When they still lingered, Thor yelled for them to leave, and the headed back into the FrostGrinder. He looked at Sif, crushed, "Why, my dear Lady Sif?"
"To protect you…"
"You call murdering my brother protecting me?!" His voice rose in volume steadily. He ignored her pleas for forgiveness and her excuses, and headed out in search of his brother's body.
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