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"You must let go of him."

"Meaning…?"

"You have to stop being with him."

"Why should I-"

"If you don't I will kill him."

"You will have to silence me, first!"

"So be it."

Loki felt it, a needle poking through the flesh above his top lip, and then began to sew at his mouth. Loki was screaming, blood gushing from his mouth, the pain blinding. "A-Alright… I will do as you say… Just do not hurt him. Do not hurt him…" Loki saw a glint of gold from the figure that stood above him and he screamed again.

Loki was sleepless.

He absolutely refused to sleep any longer than, thirty minutes at a time. It was worrying to Thor; He hated to see Loki, suffering in any which way. Loki was currently sitting closely to Thor, at the table they normally ate breakfast. They were to leave for England in the evening, and Loki was exhausted, his eyes dropping, so tired he could barely eat. Thor frowned, gently grabbing Loki's hand and pressing a comforting, tender kiss to it.

Loki's face flushed, and smiled weakly at Thor, their eyes meeting.

"I am never drinking again."Tony said, sighing, taking a sip of his coffee. Bruce sat away from as far as possible from Tony. "And I'm a woman. Why don't we stop lying to ourselves…Tony?"Clint said, with a smirk. Tony rolled his eyes."I knew Natasha was a lesbian-"Natasha glared at Tony, and he quickly shut his mouth. "I-I can't believe… I almost dropped that stupid book on my foot. Phil? What were you thinking? You said that it was easy; which it was, until having to balance the seventh book on my head."Steve said, glancing at Coulson, who currently had his head down.

"S-Steve, My head hurts. I was drunk; you…you probably shouldn't have listened to me."Phil said, quietly.

"I listened to you, because I trust you, Phil. And I love you, but you already knew that."

"Aww!"

"Jack, Ennis? Can you save the love-dovey shit for later?"

"Tony, don't be jealous, just because you got rejected. Jealousy is pretty ugly on you."

"Like yellow is ugly on you, Strawberry short cake."

"Don't talk about your suit like that Tony. It's nice, if you're a transformer. So what are you…An Auto bot?" Natasha replied; in a mockingly sweet tone, while everyone burst into a fit of laughter, excluding Tony; who simply sulked.

Loki didn't mind England; he got to stay in the hotel room with Thor, while the others went to another one of those idiotically unnecessary press conferences.

"Loki, sleep…You need your rest."

"No…"

Thor gently placed his hands on Loki's shoulders, looking him directly in the eyes. "You need your rest. I promise this time I will watch over you. Look I'll keep Mjolnir on the bedside table, if makes you feel safer."Thor said; his voice set in a quiet determination. Loki sighed; he knew there was to be no arguments with Thor, now. Oh, he could try, but it would not end nicely, at all.

"Uh…B-Brother… Please."Loki whined, feeling Thor's hands roaming over every inch of his body. But, not at the one place he needed it the most. Loki knew exactly what Thor was playing at. "I would appreciate it, if you s-stop teasing me, or so help me Thor; I will castrate you-"

Thor simply chuckled. "Then, who would touch you? Make love to you?" Loki sighed, resisting the temptation to roll his eyes. "Well, I have faired quite well without you, all these years."Loki said shamelessly; his hand gently gripping Thor's, before guiding it towards his cock, hissing when he felt Thor's hand stroke him, slowly. Loki's eyes were shut, incoherent words flowing from his mouth as he felt heat pooling in his stomach.

Loki awoke to find Thor hovering- no, on top of him, his eyes watching Loki desperately. Loki immediately relaxed. "Good, you are awake… You started crying out in your sleep, and I was rendered unable to wake you…."Thor said, sighing in relief. "How long was I asleep?"Asked Loki, staring at Thor questioningly, when he didn't get off of him, instead gently placed his hands; One on the smooth pale flesh of Loki's cheek, before slowly ghosting over his clothed chest brushing over a nipple, earning a soft gasp from Loki, before settling on his waist, gripping it. While the other, rested on his slim hip.

Thor leaned in, stealing a quick peck from Loki, who snaked his arms around Thor's neck. Loki pressed his lips fiercely against Thor's, the blond letting out a groan of appreciation as he felt Loki's tongue swiping at Thor's bottom lip. At that point, Thor pulled away, pressing one last kiss Loki's lips. "Why have you stopped?" Asked Loki, hurt tainting his almost musical voice.

"….You had been only asleep for twenty minutes. Loki, you need your rest. I'll still be here, if you need me."

Loki huffed, but said nothing. He simply closed his eyes and drifted off.

He stood in front of all of Asgard, tied with chains to a post. The chains bit into his barely healed skin, blood flowing from his wrists. Then Odin came forward, ripping at Loki's shirt, before tugging it off, Loki was screaming in agony, the All-Father's fingers were rough and an icy cold, his fingernails digging into the already abused flesh of Loki's back. Thor was in the front of the crowd, he was yelling, begging, pleading for Odin to stop. "It's what he deserves, for what he has done to the loved ones that he has disgraced."The All-father said a maniacal grin upon his face.

Then Loki saw it, a knife, a throwing knife; dripping with a deadly and sinister looking blackish-green fluid. It had once been Loki's, he remembered the first day he returned Asgard, and how he attempted to end the All-father's life. His attempt ended with being tackled and beaten to the ground. Slowly Odin traced it over Loki's spine bone; it was clearly visible beneath his ivory skin, showing how thin Loki had gotten. Then Odin stopped, hesitating over the spot where the back of Loki's rib cage should be.

Then, he cruelly plunged the knife in, all the way to the hilt, Loki was screaming, blood pouring from his mouth, his body writhing, and contorting. While some citizens of Asgard cheered Odin on, shouting that this is exactly the type of punishment deserved for a villainous creature like Loki. Thor had enough, he walked over to Odin, grabbing his hand, only his eyes betraying the rage that he felt. Thunder crackled overhead, black clouds came, blotting out any light. They all stood illuminated by the ominous lightning.

"You will stop this madness now."

"And if I do not? You dare defy-"

"You will face my wrath, Odin."

Loki could hardly even see straight, everything was blurred, and would not clear. His chest felt like it was on fire, his entire body felt like it was engulfed in flames, and then he felt it. His heart was slowing; his throat burning every time he drew a breath, the poison had reached his heart, which grew with such heat, burning, and white-hot, a shrill shriek left him. The entire crowd grew quiet, and then Loki felt nothing. He was numb began at his toes, and slowly spread up his body. Finally when he felt it in his chest, he knew it was over.

His eyes closed and heard a final voice, one screaming for him, pleading for him. But he couldn't even hope to respond. For the voice faded away as Loki's other senses did.

Loki sat up in bed, screaming as he fought to keep the darkness that came with sleep, away. Immediately, he found himself to be alone.

"Thor…? Thor!"Shouted Loki, his voice a few octaves high with hysteria; his body drenched in a cold sweat, his eyes glancing around the room frantically. He got out of bed, taking agonizingly slow steps, his legs feeling like lead, while trembling. His dark blue plaid pajama pants almost tripping him, the way they were so long, his black tank top cling to his body, and damp with perspiration.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to rid himself of the exhaustion that simply heckled him. He opened the door, quietly and saw Thor embracing, and when they pulled away, talking intently with… a woman. She was homely, almost uninviting, in Loki's opinion, another face that could easily be forgotten. And Loki hated her, the way she and Thor were talking so intensely, and he hated the smile upon her face. "Thor…? Who is this?"Loki said, his voice smooth, yet filled with contempt.

"Hmm, oh, yes; this is Jane Foster-"

That explained the look of, how it burned Loki to even think it, Adoration.

Loki slammed the door as hard as he could; causing cracks to form in the walls surrounding the door. Loki would probably have much to deal with later, but he didn't care. He grabbed all of Thor's possessions, his suitcase, everything except Mjolnir (which he couldn't even hope to pick up.) and opened the ruined door, before throwing everything out and slamming the door again, like a spoiled teenage girl.

He was enraged, to say in the least.

How dare that wench even show herself?

She was the one, who had destroyed everything Loki and Thor ever had. She was the reason, Loki had let go and fell. Unable to digest the fact that his brother would change for a woman, he had known only for days, rather than the brother, who had known for years, for all his life.

"Loki, Open this door!"

"No! Go away, Goldilocks! I hate you."

"Loki, you don-"

"I do! Now go, I'd like never to speak with you, again! I never loved you, It was a…a prank- a simple trick!" Loki shouted his voice breaking as he heard Thor audibly gasp."I-Is this true?"

Loki hated himself, for doing this. But it had to be done. He would destroy Thor, if they continued to be together like this. "Y-Yes…" When Thor finally stepped away, Loki felt disgusted with himself, but it had to be done.

A single tear slithered down Loki's cheek, like a river snaking its way down and through a forest.

It was the first of many.

Loki awoke to find himself on the floor. He felt an almost blistering heat, surrounding and on him. Before he knew what was happing, darkness was thrown upon him…Not darkness… a blanket?

Loki's hair had caught fire.

The news disturbed him; he had a mild burn on his neck, which was healing. In addition his hair was burned, in fact so unevenly. It had to be cut. Natasha was the one to volunteer to do it, she promised to make it look good. But, Loki didn't care what happened. Thor had only come in to check on him, he hadn't even spoken to him.

When Natasha finished, his hair was trimmed to where it fell just above his shoulders. Loki didn't mind, in fact, he thought was in need of trimming. Besides, it didn't change Thor's icy silence towards him.

Bitter was the word that entered Loki's mind.

That's why Thor hadn't spoken to him for days, after his first and only attempt to talk with Loki had gone terribly. Because Loki was sour, bitter, and malicious, He felt incredibly thick for ever believing that anyone could love him; Anyone, meaning any person like Thor; who was forever, so kind, gentle, and loving.

The pain grew to be unbearable. Loki wanted it to end. He could not deal with it, not for another second…!

A bitter taste filled Loki's mouth; he quickly made his way to the bathroom, and spilled the contents of his stomach into the toilet. He stumbled to the sink, rinsing his mouth and slowly made his way back to his bed, curling up into a ball. He preferred the found silence, to usual booming of Thor's voice. It was Thor that made the room seem so lively, so animated. Now that he had departed, to go be with that…Whore, the room was lifeless.

Loki never opened the curtains, he preferred the darkness. He never turned the heater on; the cold was nothing to him, now, and he never left the room. Tony made it his personal mission, along with the other Avengers to bring him food, force him to eat, to console him and then leave when Loki shouted at them to do so.

He lay in the dark, his own mind turned against him, conjuring images of Thor with that wretched woman. His Thor, he had always sought after him, Loki had forever desired his presence. Thor completed him, did he not? For what is Loki… without Thor?

Before Loki even knew what was happening, he begun to cry again. He was utterly defeated, by a simple idiotic mortal. That itself crushed him. His chest hurt, he felt like he was buried beneath thousands of pounds of rubble, unable to crawl out. Suffocation, no air, he was drowning slowly, he needed air… He needed to breathe! He was going to die. Thor was air, the very oxygen he craved desperately, until he became the very definition of desperation.

He was low, much too low. Sinking beneath the surface, he needed to break through.

He would break through, he would surface, and he would live. He would endure, for Thor.

"Because, Loki… when I saw you fall off that bridge… I thought I had lost you forever, to never see you again, to pull mischief, fight together, to drink and laugh… When I found you again… I vowed never to lose you, no matter how much you hated me, or wanted me dead…I´d continue to wait for my Loki; The one, who was my brother, my best friend, and my equal. "

Loki would continue to wait for his Thor; Even if he did love that woman, even if he hated him, even if he never wanted to see him, alive or dead. Thor was everything to him; his sanity, his heart, his love, his brother, his best friend, the space in his bed, his protector at times and his equal.

He vowed to wait.

Loki's resolve fell to pieces the second, He saw Thor's lips crushed against Jane's, as they danced together. He was utterly disgusted. He knew that it was terrible idea to accompany, his… he would never say it out loud, Friends, to a club. The flashing neon lights were actually rather intriguing; the techno music blaring was great for drowning out any stupid comments from Tony. Who had made about twelve comments referring to Loki's outfit, which consisted of a leather jacket, deep red v-neck, ripped black jeans and his combat boots.

The red made his eyes stand out, the flashing of the different colored strobe lights hitting his face, the result making Loki look almost devilish, a drink in his hand, a smirk carving his lips as he talked with Tony. "Look, I've seen the way that you keep on looking at Thor… "

"Your point is?"

"And, I think you need to dance. Okay?"

"I'm not going to-"

"Yes, you are."

Loki hated to admit it, but he was having an oddly fun time, dancing with Tony. Loki Felt Thor's eyes sweeping jealously over him and Tony, but Loki loved every minute of it; Relishing in the fact, that Thor no longer was paying complete attention to Jane, which made her very angry. Then they began to dance again, Loki felt his hopes crash down. He was just about to leave, when Tony, who suddenly was much to close, whispered in his ear."Do you really want make them jealous?"He asked, Loki nodded, and then Tony's hand curled around his waist, Loki's eyebrows furrowed and looked at Tony, questioningly.

"Look like you're having fun, we're trying to get him jealous, remember?" Tony whispered in his ear, Loki smirked and glanced over to Thor, who was practically seething with jealousy. When Loki looked back at Tony, he suddenly found himself with a pair of lips against his own. The contact was brief, but when Tony pulled away, Loki's eyes were wide. "What in all of Hel was that?"He whispered, fiercely. "Nothing makes anyone more jealous than watching an Ex with someone else."Tony replied, Loki would have killed him on the spot had Thor not made his way towards them.

So, it had worked.

"I am in your debt, it seems."Loki hissed, who was then pulled away from Tony by Thor; Tony grinned smugly, and winked before shouting "Good luck, and Remember, Cap it, before you tap it!"

"Loki… Are you and Stark in a relationship?"

"Are you and the whore in one?"

"We aren't-"

"Then why were you two-"

"She initiated it! Why are you so envious-"

"Because, she does not deserve you, she should not be kissing you and grinding against you like… Like how she was!"

"Then, who should be?"

"I should be!" Loki shouted, pausing when he realized what he had said. Thor looked at him, curiously, before gently brushing thumb against Loki's cheek, wiping a tear that Loki had not even been aware of, away. "What is stopping you, my beloved?" Whispered Thor, Loki's eyes darted away from Thor's blue ones, which were seeking- almost probing for answers, his gaze unnerved the God of Mischief, something not easily done. Even as afraid as he had been the last few days.

"Is it Tony? Are you two actually-"

"N-No… I was attempting to attract your attention. I, uh, suppose it worked…" Loki said, sheepishly, glancing at Thor, hoping he wasn't angry. Thor looked relieved, and chuckled. "It did work. I am however, confused as to why you did not want to be with me, any longer."Thor said, forlornly, his blue eyes filled with melancholy, reminded Loki distinctly of the sea on a stormy day, he felt as though he were drowning again.

"I-I do… It is impossible… because…."

"Yes?"

"I was told…That If I continued to be with you… You would die."

Loki thought Thor had taken the news rather calmly. But, he still insisted upon being with Loki. They had been able to work out their differences, Thor said goodbye to Jane. She took it calmly and wished him luck, though she sounded rather disappointed. She persisted that Thor have her number, should he find Loki not to be what he wanted. Loki had snatched the paper away, ripping it to shreds, before sarcastically saying for her to wait by the phone.

Loki was the happiest he had probably been in ages.

They were courting.

It burned Loki to say it out loud, but truthfully… He was rather giddy with happiness, though he'd never say that out loud. Thor also insisted that they tell the rest of the team. Who would probably respond in a stupid manner, which he expected them to.

They were on hotel's roof, which was rather nice; Even though it was probably unintended for anyone to be on top of it.

"Alright, Thor's getting some action!"Tony shouted.

"I knew it! Clint don't they look so cute together?"Natasha said, smugly.

"On the bright side, your kids are going to be well prepared for Christmas…You know, with the whole green and red capes and the horns."Bruce said which made everyone laugh. "What would they like wield as weapon, an axe? It has a handle and it's pointy."Clint said, deep in thought.

"Like my dick-?"

"Tony! Don't even go there!" Natasha shouted, throwing a large bag of chips at him, which promptly hit him in the head, causing his sun glasses to fall off. "Dude… What the hell?"

"I have a question."Bruce interrupted; Thor glanced at Loki in bewilderment, who simply shrugged in response.

"Does Loki wear his helmet in bed?"

"What? Do you mean, in a horny way?"Loki replied, laughing along with the rest of the team. "Get it, Thor, Because of the...Horns?"Said Loki, his face flushed slightly from laughing so hard. "Yes. Why are you so endearing?"Thor exclaimed, before pulling Loki into a gentle embrace and planting a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Get a roof!" Clint shouted, playfully.

Loki chuckled breathlessly, and flipped them off, before glancing at Thor.

"I bet I could get to the hotel room, before you could."Thor said, teasingly.

"Loser has to pay for dinner."Loki replied, grinning and gave him a quick wink.

"You have a deal!"Thor said, but Loki was already making his way towards the stairwell that leads to their floor.

Thor paid for dinner.

To be continued.

I…Can't believe this took so long.

I gave you all brief, incredibly brief, dream citrus fruits; if you didn't get that reference… Then, I have failed. Just think; Lemons and Limes- I have said too much..

The next chapter will feature a lemon; Most likely, which I will be posting here. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading and I hope you liked it! Please review! Also thanks for all those who have reviewed and such. You are all amazing!

Thanks for reading!