Damian stumbled forward when he appeared in a strange, golden, round room. There was a man in the center that was wearing gold armor and was somehow working whatever machine this room was with a sword. It was confusing. Damian might have to ask about it later since he was actually curious about this contraption. But right now he had a mission.

Moments later all three of his brothers and a blonde man he didn't recognize appeared through what appeared to be a gateway created by this machine room.

"Damian!" Dick pulled Damian into a bear hug.

Damian tensed up. Even after years of living with Dick he still wasn't a fan of hugs, "Grayson, let go of me. What are you doing here?" He questioned.

"Thor brought us here. He knows who took Loki," Tim explained, stepping forward.

Dick let go of Damian, pouting slightly for a moment because he had to let go.

Damian stepped towards Thor and balled up his fists. His anger that Loki had been taken and desire to protect Loki were clear, "Who. Took. Loki?" He asked darkly with a low, deep growl.

"After our father passed, Vidar, my older brother, took the throne and sought out Loki with vengeance. Vidar believes that Loki killed Odin while the rest of us, I and my other two younger brothers, believe that Loki did not and that Loki is still good. I wish to help you save Loki. Loki is more of my brother than Vidar ever was. I would do anything to protect Loki," Thor said slowly and cautiously. He was for some reason nervous. The aura Damian gave off made even the god of thunder want to back down and let Damian go do whatever it was he was going to do to save Loki.

Damian narrowed his eyes judgingly before turning on his heels and approaching the man in the center of the room that had just pulled his sword out of whatever contraption that was.

"Are you Heimdall?" Damian asked, figuring that the man was Heimdall based on what had happened.

"Yes," Heimdall answered with a resonating voice. His all seeing gold eyes shined knowingly.

"Then thank you for bringing me here," Damian said with a respectful bow. Heimdall had brought him, a mortal, to Asgard so that he could rescue the one he loved. It put Heimdall on the list of people Damian respected

"You have no need to bow to me, Damian," Heimdall said, turning and walking away to take his post just outside the bifrost, "Go save Loki. The fates have shown me that it is your destiny to save him."

Damian nodded a determined look in his eyes that also showed how much devotion and love he had for the god of mischief.

"Come, we must go quickly," Thor spoke up heading out of the room. To be honest, Thor was worried that they were already too late to save Loki.

The four bat brothers, with Damian at the lead, followed the god of thunder. Somehow, most likely the work of the fates, there were five horses waiting for them.

Thor mounted his horse and watched as Loki's horse approached Damian.

The brown stallion that wore a silver helmet that had horns on it bowed its head to Damian, seemingly recognizing the importance the man had in its master's life.

Damian stroked what wasn't covered of the stallion's mane, "Hello," He said softly, before mounting the stallion.

"His name is Svadilfari," Thor said as the other three got on the other horses. He felt like it would be right if Damian knew the name of Loki's horse.

"Well then Svadilfari, let us ride into Asgard with swiftness and find Loki," Damian said, grabbing the reins. He had a firm grip on the reins but didn't pull on them, wanting to let Svadilfari to have control.

Svadilfari neighed and took off running down the rainbow bridge with swiftness and as much speed as the stallion could muster up. The others followed on their horses.

Damian rode with his head near Svadilfari's as the stallion took him all the way to the palace. While the grand cityscape passed them Damian paid no attention to it. He was focused on his mission.

Damian dismounted as soon as Svadilfari stopped in front of the palace. He was very gentle while getting off.

Svadilfari whinnied and nuzzled Damian's face. The stallion liked Damian and wanted the man to be careful as he went off to save Loki.

Damian smiled faintly for a brief moment and nuzzled back just a little bit. This wasn't at all odd, at least in his brothers' opinions. Damian did after all like animals, "Take care Svadilfari. I must go find Loki now," Damian said softly and quietly to Svadilfari.

Damian then turned and followed Thor, who was already heading up the golden steps, into the palace with his brothers right behind him ready to help in any way they could.

"I recommend we split up," Thor said stopping when the warriors three and Sif joined them. The warriors three and Sif had been waiting for Thor's return and had been keeping track of Loki the best they could without looking suspicious.

"We'll go with the warriors three and Thor and find Vidar," Tim said, practically dragging those four and Dick and Jason away. Tim knew Damian wouldn't want a lot of people around when he found Loki, and Tim had an idea that Sif could help Damian. Hopefully.

"I have an idea where Loki is being held. I will take you there," Sif said, looking at Damian judgingly. She wasn't the fondest of mortals, especially powerless ones, helping them.

Damian nodded and followed Sif. He held his head high, the cape of his uniform moving with every determined step he took.

There was silence as they walked until Sif decided to speak.

"Why have you come here with Thor to rescue Loki? Baldr said that Thor had gone to look for Loki, believing there was good in him, Vidar returns from having disappeared and having captured Loki, and then you show up with Thor and three other mortals," Sif said. She allowed a bit of her distaste to show through.

"Those three mortals are my brothers. And Thor didn't bring me to Asgard. Heimdall did. We just all arrived at about the same time. I am here to rescue Loki because I care about him," Damian answered Sif. He looked at her coldly due to her choice of words and distaste , "I love him," Damian said those three words with such power that they echoed down the prison hall Sif and Damian were walking down and reached the ears of a god in pain.

The sound caused the god to pull on his binds, which made the chains tighten around him, forcing a pitiful croak of pain through the tiny space left in between his lips.

Damian, being ever vigilant in watching and listening to his surroundings, heard the noise and ran to where it had come from. He ran until he stopped in front of the cell he thought he had heard the noise come from. But the sight in front of him was terrifying. His heart seemed to stop when he saw Loki.

Loki was on his knees, gold rope tightly bound around his thighs and gold chains holding his hands behind his back. He was beaten and bloody, with torn clothes. Injuries from throughout the time of being imprisoned by Vidar were either bleeding slowly or caked in so much dry blood that no fresh blood could escape. It was clear no one had cared to take care of his injuries before or after he was bound. Ropes were coiled tightly around his neck, nearly choking him. There was also a black blindfold that prevented the god from seeing his crax. Loki just wanted to look into Damian's eyes again, hoping that his ears hadn't played tricks on him. The worst part however was his lips. Dried blood streaked the area around his pale lips practically disappeared behind the color of the black thread that kept Loki's lips sewn shut save it be for a tiny space in between his lips. Only pitiful little noises, usually filled with pain and despair, could escape his lips. He couldn't talk.

Damian held himself together. He spotted a couple of guards and shouted, "You! Unlock this cell before I cut off your heads," There was a fire in his eyes as he reached to grab his katana.

The guards obliged, half scared to death. Sif was impressed.

As soon as Damian could he ran over to Loki. He used his katana to cut through the ropes then pulled them off. He used his lock pick set to get the chains taken care of. He was fine and moving like a machine up to that point. Then as Damian cupped Loki's cheek with one hand and pulled out a tiny pair of scissors out from his belt, tears started to drip down his face. He gingerly cut the threads and removed them, trying not to hurt Loki while he did so. When he finished the scissors dropped from his hand and he removed the blindfold from around Loki's eyes. Shakily, with tears staining his cheeks, he pressed a soft yet loving kiss against Loki's lips.

Loki kept his eyes closed, due to the light, and moved his lips, despite it hurting, to kiss Damian back.

Sif coughed after a moment, "We should get going," She interrupted the two.

Damian moved back slightly and nodded, "You're right Sif."

Loki let Damian pull him to his feet. Damian put one of Loki's arms around his shoulders and supported most of the god's weight.

Sif then led them back the way she had come with Damian. It was a lot slower than before with Damian half carrying Loki.

When they reached the main level the sounds of fighting reached their ears.

In the throne room Vidar was fighting Dick, Jason, Tim, the warriors three, and Thor, and he was winning by some scary chance.

Sif slipped away to check out what was going on. When she returned to Damian and Loki she spoke, "The others are falling, we must leave quickly or risk Vidar finding us," She spoke with a warning tone.

"No," Damian said. He shifted Loki over to Sif, "I'm going to end Vidar for what he has done to Loki," He pulled out his katana and a few bird-a-rangs and walked towards the throne room.

Sif could only stare and hold Loki up. Loki was distressed that Damian was risking his life, but he couldn't do anything like this.

Vidar looked at the 4 fallen Asgardians and 3 fallen mortals around the throne room. No one was dead just injured. He looked at the entrance of the room when someone else entered. The figure was mortal and carried some sort of sword. The figure also wore a black hood with gold trim over their head.

"Who are you?" Vidar questioned, gripping the staff of the king tightly.

"My name is Damian Wayne, you hurt my beloved Loki, prepare to die!" Damian threw off his hood and got in a fighting stance. ((My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die! Hehehehe))

Vidar laughed, "You are naught but a child," He said.

"I knew a thousand ways to kill someone by ten. I'm not a child you want to mess with," Damian said with a growl.

Vidar's expression went serious and he leaned the staff against the throne, "Well then," He said drawing his sword, "Prepare to die mortal."

The two charged each other. Damian had years of intense training on his side that allowed him to react quickly and move fluidly but Vidar was stronger and faster. Damian lasted as long as he could before he got knocked to the floor, his katana falling out of his grip and skittering across the floor.

Vidar stood about a foot away from where Damian lay. The god of vengeance wiped blood from around his mouth. The mortal had been good, "You fought well mortal, you will die honorably," He raised his sword, ready to throw it into Damian's heart.

Everything seemed to slow. There was a flicker of green then Loki appeared in between Vidar and Damian, having mustered up all his strength and somehow forced enough magic to teleport. Damian's eyes widened as Vidar's sword plunged into Loki's chest.

"No!" Damian screamed, but Loki didn't hear him.

The god of mischief fell to his knees then collapsed onto the ground, a peaceful smile crossing his lips and blood slipped out from the corner of his mouth.

Vidar walked back to the throne, darkness in his eyes. He picked up the staff of the king.

The 7 that had been previously been fighting slowly got up. A silence hung in the air as Damian crawled over to Loki.

"No…" His voice was weak and tears ran down his cheeks, "Please. You can't die," Damian was distressed.

Loki shakily brought his hand up and touched Damian's cheek, "I love you," The words silently escaped his lips. The god exhaled one last time and his hand fell onto the floor.

Damian broke down, sobbing. He had just lost his everything.

Whosoever is worthy to be king.

The staff glowed. Vidar dropped it because it had burned his hand.

If he can rule with wisdom and love.

Thor realized what was going on. He got to his feet and rushed over to Damian, grabbing the other's arms and pulling him away.

"No! Stop!" Damian struggled, not realizing what was going on and getting more distressed because Thor was trying to take him away from Loki's side.

Shall have their full power and the power of the king.

All at once the staff flew into Loki's hand which suddenly stretched out and a greenish beam of light crashed down on the god.

Damian stared, tears still in his eyes. He was confused. His brothers were also very confused, well at least Dick and Jason were. Tim had passed out at some point possibly from blood loss.

Most of the light faded except a green glow like magic. Loki was standing there in full armor. His golden helmet gleamed with radiance and his long green cape fluttered slightly as it settled. In his left hand he held the staff of the king.

Vidar was shocked, "But, but, you were dead!"

"It seems the fates and father had other plans," Loki looked at the staff in his hand then looked at Vidar, "I am Loki, son of Odin, and by Odin's wishes I am king," He said rather calmly, "You will stand down Vidar and await in the cells until you are given a fair trial."

Vidar glared at Loki as guards took hold of his arms and took him away to the cells. He didn't say anything, but his hatred was clear.

Loki walked up the steps to the throne then turned around to face everyone.

Thor, the warriors three, and Sif approached the steps leading up to the throne and kneeled.

"Rise my friends," Loki said, "I may be your king now, but I am still your brother, literally or figuratively."

The five smiled and stood before stepping aside.

"Damian," Loki spoke up.

Damian was shaken out of his daze. He had gone from shock that Loki was alive to awe at how handsome Loki was in his armor. He smiled brightly and practically ran up the steps to Loki.

Loki pulled him close once he was within reach and kissed him passionately and deeply. Damian returned the kiss with just as much vigor, wanting nothing more than to kiss the man he loved.

When they had to pull away Damian rested his forehead against Loki's, smiling brightly and with tears of joy in his eyes, "I love you," He whispered.

"And I love you my little bird," Loki replied in a whisper.

And that is the end of this chapter. Don't worry, I still have more planned. Let me know if I should write a chapter for Vidar's trial. Currently I have Loki's coronation, some dates, and something special planned, *eyebrow wiggle*. Anyways, sorry for the wait. Please review! Until next time