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Loki followed Korg to the bridge in silence. The Kronan continued to blabber on about his stories from Sakaar, some of which earned squeaks from Miek. Whether the creature was agreeing or adding, Loki had no idea. He honestly had no desire to hear any more about Sakaar

It is the collection point for all

lost and unloved things. Like you. But here on Sakaar, you are significant. You are valuable. Here, you are loved.

When he first arrived in Sakaar, Loki had been taken by that phrase. It had given him hope. He even saw himself staying there, had it not been for the Grandmaster...

Finally, he and Miek made it to the bridge. The prince's thoughts were interrupted as he scanned the room for Thor. This was no small feat, as the room was a flurry of activity. It seemed as though the whole of Asgard was crushed into this one tiny space, much to Loki's annoyance. The fact that He wasn't much taller than the average Asgardian knee didn't help matters any. He scrunched his face in annoyance.

"Kronan, do you see my brother?"

Korg, who was easily taller than most people in the room, quickly spotted the new king. Before Loki could stop him, Korg hoisted the prince up so he was sitting on a rocky shoulder.

"There he is- talking with the scrapper and his Midgardian friend."

He hated to admit it, but Loki was relieved to see his brother. Oddly enough, the throne seemed to suit him. Thor looked almost regal despite his attire being the same as it had been in Sakaar. He was looking at the Valkyrie, laughing at something she had said. Bruce looked on in vague amusement before he tapped Thor's shoulder, seeming to bring him back to a more serious conversation.

Loki sighed. Maybe Thor would be a good king.

Korg's voice brought Loki out of his thoughts, "Do you want me to bring you over to him?"

"Yes, please. I would prefer if I was off of your shoulder, however."

Korg shrugged, causing Loki to almost fall to the floor on his own. A giant, craggy hand reached up and wrapped around the prince. Much to his horror, though, Korg tucked him into his arm much like he was doing with Miek. Loki struggled in his grasp.

"No, you giant oaf, put me down, I can get there without your help!"

Korg shrugged again. "Your dress is too long and your legs are too short. I'll get you there way faster, won't I, Miek?"

Miek trilled in response and waved his tiny legs. Korg began to walk. Loki continued to struggle, gritting his teeth. His legs kicked at nothing but air as the trio lumbered towards the viewing screen, where Thor was.

The one benefit of being carried by a giant Kronan, despite the humiliation, was that people didn't get in his way. Loki gained some odd looks from the older Asgardians, so he stopped struggling and chose instead to try and hide his face. He had no desire to be questioned about his new form.

They made it to the viewing screen. The stars outside twinkled as they had the past couple weeks. The Valkyrie gazed at them while Bruce and Thor talked to each other in hushed tones. Their backs faced Korg, Miek, and Loki, all of whom stood there unmoving. Heimdall was the first to notice the trio and gave a small bow of his head upon seeing Loki.

"My prince."

The guardians piercing yellow gaze unnerved Loki only for a moment before he nodded in response. He kept his stare to the ground, suddenly wishing he was back in his quarters.

Heimdall's greeting pricked at Thor's attention and he spun his chair around to face Korg. His eyes widened in both surprise and amusement upon seeing Loki being held by Korg. A grin tugged at the corners of the king's mouth as he rose out of his throne.

"Greetings, Korg, Miek. Brother, It's nice to see you up and about! How are you feeling?"

When Thor noticed them, Loki had begun to squirm again. Summoning the most desperate look he could muster, Loki locked eyes with his brother.

"I would be better if this oaf would put me down."

Thor's grin widened, his bright blue eyes crinkling at the edges. "It's good to see you haven't lost your manners, little brother. Korg, thank you for delivering my brother to me."

Korg grinned. "No problem, man. Hey, will you be needing a revolution any time soon? Miek has come up with some ideas that I think could be going somewhere."

Thor's eyes continued to twinkle though he frowned. "Well... seeing as how I would be starting a revolution against myself, I think I'll pass..."

"You sure, man? What about that fellow with the yellow eyes? We could start a revolution against him."

Thor glanced over at the guardian, whose eyebrow was cocked in amusement. "Who, Heimdall? Nah, I don't think-"

"THOR!"

Thor laughed, "Yes, alright, you can put him down now, Korg."

Korg shrugged, bending down and letting the prince drop to the metallic floor. Loki knocked a couple small rocks loose in his struggle and they tumbled down after him. He held one in his hand, his eyes wide in horror.

"I... I seem to have-"

Korg shrugged yet again, straightening to his full height. "No problem, man. You can keep it. Put it in the ground and grow a Korg tree. Heh heh." With that, the Kronan turned and walked through the sea of people. The brothers watched after him as his head bobbed away like a buoy.

"That's... not really how it works... right?" Loki stared at the stone in his hand.

Thor bent down to Loki's level, his voice feigning horror "Well, I don't know for sure... but when two Kronans fall in love-"

Loki's tiny face scrunched in disgust and he hurled the stone at Thor's chest. "Shut up!"

Thor laughed, but soon his face relaxed into a more concerned expression. "In truth, though, how are you feeling? You've been through quite the ordeal."

Loki's gaze was steady. Although shaken and still a bit uneasy from the events of the morning (he assumed it was morning, at least. It was hard to tell while being in space), he was physically feeling a bit better. The soreness was gone, for the most part. His seidr was a bit worse for wear, but he could feel his magic returning to him little by little.

His mind was what plagued him. Somehow this new form made him feel much more vulnerable and exposed. Memories from his time in the void and on Sakaar tortured him night by night. And with little sleep and the constant ache of nausea in his stomach, panic attacks came more often than not. All at once he wanted to be strong, to be independent, to not be alone, to be held, everything... He didn't really know how he was.

May as well save face for the moment.

"I'm fine... I could do with a haircut and some new clothes, though." Loki held up his arms, the far too long sleeves of his shirt trailing on the floor.

Thor grinned. Seeing his now very little brother in such an oversized garment was both comical and adorable. The big green eyes that gazed expectantly back at him filled the new king with hope. Perhaps now things could truly go back to normal.

"Well, I don't know about the clothes, but I can help you with the haircut. Do you wish to walk or...?" Thor trailed off, not wanting to scare his brother off or bruise his pride.

Loki sighed. His pride demanded he walked but he was so tired. So with an eye roll, he nonchalantly responded, "You may carry me if you wish. Besides, I'm tired of tripping over my shirt."

Thor's grin returned. With a quick motion he scooped Loki up and stood to his feet. Loki put an arm around Thor's neck and leaned into his chest. Somehow it felt safe...

"And who's this little guy?" The clear voice of the Valkyrie caused Thor to turn, taking Loki with him. Her deep brown eyes smiled, framed by her wavy hair. As she spoke, she pointed at Loki with the bottle of alcohol she held in her hand.

"Oh, this is-"

Before Thor could finish, Loki grabbed the bottle poking at him, brought the opening to his mouth, and took a long swig. The Valkyrie's eyes bugged out of her head. Before she could tear it from his little hands, Loki held the bottle out to her with disgust.

"This is terrible..."

Spluttering, she took the bottle back. "Well... you're underage! And how would you know-?"

"Valkyrie, please, I know good drink and that's not it."

She shot Thor a look, her mouth agape and eyebrows raised. "First off, my name is Brunnhilde you little-"

Thor took his opportunity to interject while slowly backing towards the exit. "Now, now, let's not swear at children, Brunnhilde." With that, he made his escape, leaving the Valkyrie with mouth agape.

"Was that really necessary, brother?" Thor muttered.

Loki gave a half grin, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. "Oh yes. I'm very satisfied."

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Loki sat in a white metal chair in his room, his cheeks burning. Upon arriving in the room, Thor immediately noticed the 'sick' at the side of the bed. Loki had totally forgotten about it and was mortified upon entering. Thor set off to cleaning the floor as Loki silently watched.

"I'm sorry..."

Thor turned from his task to look at Loki, rising to one knee. "For what? There's nothing wrong with being sick. Why didn't you tell me?"

Loki hung his head, staring intently at the floor. "I don't know..." Obviously a lie. He cursed himself inwardly. As soon as it came out of his mouth, he heard how unbelievable it was. He was getting sloppy.

Thor just gazed at his brother, his face unreadable. As much as he wanted to get the truth out of Loki, he suspected it wouldn't be a wise move at this moment in time. So he quietly finished his task.

"So, haircut?"

Loki looked up at his brother, a hesitant grin growing across his features. "Yes, please. You should find tools at the sink."

Thor shook his head, pulling a dagger from his boot. Loki's eyes went wide as his brow furrowed. "Thor, you're not cutting my hair with that thing. You'll kill me."

Thor just grinned, moving so he was behind Loki. He pulled out a cloth and ran it along the blade, kneeling as he did so. "Trust me brother, you'll prefer it to the tool that was used to cut mine. How short do you want it?"

Loki didn't answer. His breathing forced itself from his chest in erratic bursts of inhales and exhales. He shook uncontrollably with eyes glued to the window to his left.

"Thor..."

The king frowned, looking first at Loki, then following his gaze to the window.

There, blocking seemingly every star in the galaxy, towered the largest ship Thor had ever seen.

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