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"Brother?" Thor stood stunned, watching the smaller, paler man before him.
"Thor," Loki gave a strange half nod and smile. Though, it was anything but warm. "How have you been? We never talk anymore; we have so much to catch up on."
Thor looked around casually. They were in the Stark Towers. His room, three floors away from where Rorianna would be so he relaxed only slightly. She'd gone out with her father, hadn't she? She was safe, for now. But he was alone in the tower with just Stark, who was working in his lab. He was alone if there was a fight.
"What do you want, Loki?" Thor asked tensely.
Loki sat down gracefully on a couch, fiddling with a pillow as if it were the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. "Hmmm? What do I want? A lot of things. Power mostly. But from you? Well, I'd like to ask you a question."
The god of thunder just stood there, gripping his hammer. "A question?"
Loki was silent for a moment before, "Yes, a question. Tell me Thor, Odin son. Years ago, you told Rorianna I hated her, after she denied you. Why?"
Thor opened his mouth to protest but then clamped it shut quiet suddenly. "Why do you want to know?"
Loki looked away from his…what—brother? Foster brother? Enemy?—and stared out the window of Stark Towers. "Because it was something just frankly, wasn't in your nature. Answer me."
Thor took a few steps back, running the idea of not answering in his head but deciding against it. "Well, the past has past I guess. I was in love; she was my idea of the perfect girl. She was beautiful, powerful, strong, wise, and a Princess of Morilia. What could be better? But when she turned me down I was…angry. I was jealous of how close the two of you were, best friends and such. So I told her that you stood by me and that you hated her for hurting me. That you also wished her to leave and not return. "
"And she believed you," Loki finished for him with a light layer of anger.
"I don't understand," Thor said slowly. "What does this have to do with anything? That was long ago. I was young and jealous."
"Your so called love clouded your vision and made you do something that Thor would never do. It just isn't in your nature. Love made you turn on your brother, who was distraught after his best friend left him without a word. You did things that you, without such ideals, would never do. Love changed you."
"I was young!" Thor thundered in defense. "I was young and in love. I didn't understand or heed the consequences!"
"Exactly," Loki whispered. "And if now, this midgaurdian girl you have become so attached to, if she asked you to do something, else she could not be with you, even if it bent your principles. Would you do it?"
"Of course not I—" Thor stumbled, his grip on the hammer tightened as he thought.
"You wouldn't? Even if you'd lose her forever?"
"I—I—I would—I," the blond hero rummaged for words but came up empty. "I don't know what I would do."
Loki cocked his head to one side and sighed deeply. "I see," he said softly, standing once more from the coach. "Love changes a man. For good or bad." He shook his head to knock himself out of the daze. And with that, he was gone.
Thor stood there, breathing heavily, glancing around, as if afraid of an attack. But none came.
"He was here?" Roria demanded with a racing heart. She looked behind the god quickly, as if expecting to see Loki somewhere behind him.
"Don't worry," Thor reassured her, "he is gone now."
Roria felt her dad wrap an arm around her shoulders and she leaned into it for a moment.
"Don't worry kiddo, you're safe with us," Steve reassure his daughter, giving her a tight squeeze.
Rorianna gave a snort, "Don't call me kiddo. I'm the same age as you." She unlinked herself from her father with a smile before turning back to Thor. "What did he want?"
Thor went to answer but hesitated. "It was odd, actually," Thor said slowly. "He wanted to know about the time you left for good."
Eyes flew to Roria and she contained a moan. "Oh."
"What is he talking about?" Natasha walked up to her. She watched the Morilian very carefully.
"The time I left Asguard, and didn't come back," Roria shrugged lightly. "I was…oh, sixteen at the time or such. Loki and I were best friends back then, I spent a great deal of time in Asguard, sometimes for weeks at a time, sense he couldn't come to Morilian."
"And what happened?" Clint asked, leaning against his bow. "Did you get hurt?"
Her eyes flashed up to Thor's who nodded his approval for her to continue, though he looked pained and uncomfortable. "You could say that. Thor proposed to me."
There was a gasp and Steve grabbed her shoulders, eyes on Thor as if he were about to rip his heart of his chest.
Thor let out a weak smile. "Yes, I was in love," he said, shaking his head in amusement. "With our marriage, Asguard would grow in power as well. And I…well I loved her. I was young, foolish. I asked for her hand and when she denied me…you can imagine how I felt."
"I didn't know," Natasha said slowly. "I mean, you guys never…"
"Well of course years past and I forgot the Morilian who 'broke my heart' and found love elsewhere," Thor laughed slightly but then his smile slipped, "But Loki didn't."
Roria's eyes fell to the floor.
"I had told Roria that he hated for hurting me. That he wanted her to leave," Thor shrugged.
"And I did," Roria finished for him. "I never went back."
There was silence in the room, each Avenger held her in their gaze before Tony quite loudly asked, "Did he love you?"
Roria looked up slowly, her eyes watering slightly, "yes."
"And did you love him?" Tony asked with real interest. He seemed to know the answer, seemed to know what she was going to say.
"I—yes," Roria sighed lamely. "I was completely, and utterly in love with him."
"You still are," Natasha said softly, pulling her into a hug.
Roria buried her head into the other woman's shoulder and began to cry. Her shoulders racked softly as she tried to calm herself. She felt a large, warm hand rubbing her back and knew her father was also there. "I'm sorry," she sobbed, wishing more than anything that she could just wake up from the cruel, confusing dream she was having. But no such luck. Life was life.
She pulled away, wiping tears from her pink eyes. She nearly jumped when she heard Bruce pipe up.
"Does he still love you?"
Roria let her eyes fall to the floor, another single tear falling down her face. And that was all the answer that the team needed.
Thats it for now. Please review. Hope you're liking the story so far...
Okay, but question: what do you want to see? More LokiXRoria in the next chap or more AVENGERS? Or just a medium between?
