Wohooo, I'm finally on vacations, hell yeah :DDD Sorry for taking so long to upload this, I hope you'll enjoy it :3 I'll surely finish this fanfic sooner than I expected now that I'm free from school so you can expect more chapters coming soon ^.^

Before you read, I'd like you to see an amazing art I found on deviantart:

karaii . deviantart art / Thor - Forgiveness - 271800788
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"Thor-Forgiveness" was made by the brilliant artist "karaii" and since it has so much to do with my fanfiction - The meaning of regret and forgiveness - , I thought it would be nice to show it here =) It's a wonderful piece of art, Karaii, I love it! Thank you for letting me use it ^-^

The monster fell on its back, screaming as its whole body bled deeply. Blinded by the thunder and its bones broken by the strenght of Mjolnir, the creature panted deeply, trying to fight back uselessly as its murderer stared at it with more hate than he could handle as a maniac instinct had taken over him and he couldn't control it. The green substance dripped over the ground constantly now and the creature tried to get up but ended up falling again, Thor feeling its pain with satisfaction.

Next to his brother, three guards stood still, not really knowing what to do. Panicked, they all stared at each other in gaze while another ones hurried after Odin, hoping Heimdall would have already warned him about what had happened. Almost losing conscience, the dying magician had finally managed to put his hand over his opened chest, crying in affliction and taking deep breaths in an attempt to stay awake. He wouldn't allow himself to die, not now…

A sorrowful scream left Loki's mouth as he pressed his hand over his teared flesh, pressing it against his will and using all of his energy in order to stay alive. The guards near him feared touching him, afraid they would only make things worse. Only after a few seconds he started to breath slowly, sweating deeply, the wish to faint taking over him. But his chest was no longer opened as skin started to cover the wound.

As it finally stopped breathing and laid its head on the ground, Thor let Mjolnir fall as he realized he had no more strenght to hold it. A deep angst was torturing him and he feared to turn around and face the worst… But as he faced his loved one being uphold by one of the guards, he felt his heart burst with a feeling he would never be able to explain and he ran to him faster than he ever though he would be able to. Loki smiled weakly seeing his hurry and, before he realized it, he had been wrapped by his brother's arms.

"L-L-Lo-k-ki…! O-Oh, b-brother..." Thor held his little one with such a might that he left him out of air. He caressed Loki's head endlessly, frantically and sobbed on his shoulder, nothing else mattering to him.

"T…Thor, y-you're struggling m-me…!", Loki said, trying to make the Mighty Crying Thor calm down. Instead of calming down, though, the God of Thunder held his brother by the shoulders and stared at him, deeply hurt.

"You fucking idiot!", Thor screamed, his eyes red with tears and anger "Have you forgot everything I ever taught you? Was it all worth nothing?" Loki stared at him in astonishment, not really knowing how to react "Why have you done that? Think before you act, remember? Think! What you did… It was suicide, do you understand that? Suicide!"

Thor's lips trembled as he spoke. Loki was paler than ever and he could feel his will to stay focused even though he felt terrible. The younger man's mouth opened in an attempt to say something but it closed in a second. He slightly lowered his head, feeling it getting heavier, enduring what was left of the pain he had succumbed to. He blinked a few times and tried to speak again but, before he managed to, Thor's expression changed from a angry one to a deeply sorrowful one and he whispered, staring into tired yet shining light green eyes.

"I-I thought I was g-going to l-lose you…"

The God of Mischief let out a sigh, moved by the words. His mind and body were ready to give in, he felt weaker than he had ever done. However, as Thor once again held him close and caressed his head with passion, deliberately crying with happiness and relief, he knew he had nothing to fear.

They stood like that for what seemed to be hours, both men laying on each other's arms, the guards and warriors near them smiling, relieved that they were safe. Mere seconds later, they saw Sleipnir coming towards them and the brothers looked back to face Odin Allfather as he got off his horse. He looked terribly worried and held his heirs within his arms, relieved. "My children", he whispered and closed his eyes, glad to be able to keep them safe with him, at least for a moment. He had been with Heimdall when they heard an echoing roar coming from very far. That exactly moment, when the creature's spell had been broken, Heimdall managed to see the area properly again and as soon as he saw Odin's adoptive son immerse in blood, Allfather raced after them. Now, he stared into both of his sons eyes, their armors drastically and incredibly teared apart even though their skin looked slightly healed, and as soon as he met his youngest one's he realized what he had done.

"You knew the danger of doing it", Odin said, worried.

"I had to, father. I-I'm sorry."

Thor stared to both, confused, bu he knew he wouldn't be getting any explanation of what they were talking about.. Instead of wasting precious time, then, he interrupted.

"Father, I need to take Loki to the healing room immediately!"

"What?", Loki complained. He had to stay, to know exactly where that beast had come from, to understand how it had entered Asgard so easily!

"I know", Odin said and nodded, tapping his youngest son on the shoulder. But Loki felt uneasy.

"But, father, I-I can still-"

"You need recover!", Odin told him with a concerned glance and he understood what he meant "I will stay here and I'll warn both of you about anything we discover about what happened but, right now, you can't stay"

Thor looked to both and nodded. He would know what they were talking about later: For now, he just wanted to make sure his brother would be alright. Only when Loki started walking was when he realized how weak he was and Thor, also realizing it, helped him walk. He helped his brother to Hela - Which had been kept near by the guards while they were gone – and wondered if it woudn't be wiser to go with him. However, he knew Loki didn't really like to depend on others and, that thought, he got on Oskar, keeping an eye over the wounded magician, cold sweats running down his neck.

"Loki?"

"Yeah?"

"How are you feeling?"

Loki closed his eyes for a second. He felt like crap, terribly nauseated and dizzy. He didn't want, however, to worry his brother and smiled "Better, I guess. What about you? Is your arm good?"

"You almost died and you're worried about my arm?" Thor asked and got nearer, making sure to stay close to hold him in case he fell. "Loki…"

They stared at each other with relief. Oskar and Hela walked slowly, respecting the men limits. The air wasn't heavy anymore and they breathed slowly, feeling their minds work properly now as they kept going, both feeling safe. The body of the deceased creature was left behind them and as light shined over Asgard once again, both thought the same thing.

Thought. Because words weren't necessary.

"I love you more than anything in the world. Never forget that"