I found this chapter extremely hard to write. I don't think I'm very good at writing violence. XD

~Sky

"Where is it...?

...Where did you put it?"

"I-I don't know what you are talking about..."

"Do not lie to me."

"O-Odin, I do not know what you speak of!"

"Stop lying to me!"

"Odin, please-!"

I don't know what convinced me to go downstairs and intervene. Whether it was the fact that the shouting was worse than usual on this particular night or whether it was the fact that my Mother sounded more worried than usual. Frightened. Scared. Over-powered. Something familiar twisted in my stomach as I headed down the stairs, growing closer to the shouting that was occuring in the kichen. Fear. Determination. Anger.

My Mother is the kindest person I know; she is caring, loving, sweet and kind. She would not wish harm upon anyone and she would help anyone in need, whether they deserve it or not. She is protective, but this only proves just how much she cares about the ones she loves.

My... 'Father', however, is a different story. There was a time when he was not so rage-driven, cold-hearted and violent. There was a time where he was also kind, caring and understanding. But not anymore. After loosing his own Mother, he quickly turned to alcohol as an excuse to escape all of the horrible, saddening emotions he were feeling. One thing led to another and he was not only binging his life away through alcohol, but I am almost certain that he turned to more advanced drugs.

My Mother did not deserve to put up with this man's shouting everyday. She did not deserve being shouted at, being put down, being treated like absolute filth. Perhaps that's why I chose to try and end all of this - everything had gone too far. From the shouting to the violence that he had brought upon me and Mother. It had gone too far.

As I neared toward the shouting, my eye caught a particular movement of which made me rush across the room as fast as my body could take me, holding Odin's wrist in a vice-like grip. He was about to hit my Mother.

How dare he.

My mother looked between myself and Odin, fear showing very clearly in her eyes as he growled. "What are you doing?" Whilst trying to get his wrist out of my grip.

I snarled back at him, my fingers wrapping around his wrist tighter as my anger grew. Years, we have had to deal with this. Whether it were five or seven years, I am unsure, but it has been too long. Far, far too long. "Enough," I spat, the hatred clearly showing in the words I were speaking. "You stop this. Now."

I could see my Mother, staring at the both of us, her eyes watering. Her hands were held together in front of her nervously. "Loki-"

"No, Mother," I shook my head, keeping my gaze on Odin, certain that the hatred I felt toward him were evident in the cold look I were giving him. "He needs to stop. He needs to stop putting you down and treating you like filth. He needs to stop shouting and bitching at you for things that are his own goddamn fault but because of the fact he is an alcoholic, he is too blind to see the truth of which is right beneath his very nose! You do not deserve this, Mother! Neither of us do! He does not deserve us as part of his family!"

He was silent for a moment, face contorted in a mixture of pain and shock, before his lips curled up into a sick, twisted smile and he laughed. He laughed. "Tell me, Loki. What do you think of me?" The way he spoke my name, almost as if it disgusted him got the anger within me flaring even more.

"Loki," My mother begged. "Loki, please don't, hun, you'll-"

"-You are the most pathetic excuse of a man I have came across so far and ever will," I scowled as his lips curved upward even more. "I am ashamed to call someone so... so disgustingly sick my Father."

"You truly believe you are a part of this family," His eyes gleamed in amusement as my eye twitched slightly, nostalgia mixing in with the flaming anger burning through me. "That you are of my heritage. That you are truly within the Odinson family?"

I looked at my Mother, seeing her look at me with fear as she realised what Odin were talking about. What... what did he mean? What was he speaking of? "Odin, please," My Mother begged again, this time for a different cause, apparently. "He should not find out this way!"

Confusion and disbelief welled up inside of my chest as it clicked. I was adopted. I am adopted. Truly not a part of this so-called-family. I am not Thor's brother, nor my 'Mother's' son. I am not an Odinson, but I were something different, yet I know not what. My eyes watered, my gaze returning to Odin as I looked at him in disbelief. He was still smiling, finding this situation highly amusing. I couldn't smell any evident alcohol on his breath, either.

This man was well and truly sick.

Odin held his wrist in his other hand and flexed it as my grip dropped, my hand hanging lifelessley at my side. "You are lying." I whispered, digesting the news that had just been brought up. Now everything made so much sense. Why Thor has always, always been favoured over me. (Except for my Mother, of course.) By all of the family; My father, my Aunties, my Uncles, cousins, second cousins...

Why Thor is tall, muscular and has silky, wavy golden hair whereas I am also tall, yet thin and scrawney, merely toned by muscle. I have raven black hair and green eyes, whereas his eyes are cerulean blue, that shine brightly according to his emotions.

Mother was looking at me with sadness written deeply in her eyes, whereas Odin, the man who had lied to me; the man who had beaten and shouted at me, was looking at me as if this were the greatest moment of his life.

"Are you that much of a fool, child?" He chuckled. "You are adopted. Is that not obvious just from the way you look?"

I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't hold back the self-restraint as the anger took over my body, my vision seeing red. I took shakey breathes, trying to calm myself down as I closed my eyes.

"You are weak! Puny! I will always be stronger and better than you-!"

"You are not my brother, Loki! How could you be? Look at yourself!"

I opened my eyes and laughed, which made both Odin and my Mother stared at me, confused.

"Oh," I chuckled. "It makes so much sense, now! You..." I looked directly at Odin, forcing the tears in my eyes not to fall. I could tell that I was trembling, but right now I didn't care. When did I ever care, nowadays? "Why you always, always put me last. How you cast me aside to the shadows whilst your darling Thor was in the spotlight, accepting all of the love that were thrown at him whilst I was alone. Lonely, I believe is the word. You would not know of such a thing, would you, Father? Because you have a family!" I yelled, laughing, fully aware of how hysterical I were being right now. "You have a beautiful wife and a fucking perfect son! YOUR parents may be dead, but atleast you KNEW them!"

"Enough." He growled, his amused expression turning into one of anger.

"Loki-"

"No," I snarled, my eyes not leaving Odin's. "Until you started taking your anger out on me, you never even noticed, let alone acknowledged the fact that I actually exist! You couldn't even care less, could you? The fact that I am sprouting countless injuries and having to lie to people day in, day out because I need to cover up the fact that my STEP Father beats me as he is a sick, twisted, alcoholic-drug addict!"

Smack.

I heard the sound of the impact before it had fully registered and the pain began to sprout. I stumbled backward slightly, my eyes fuzzy and my head spinning from the blow. I blinked a couple of times, trying to clear my vision to try and avoid any further hits. My hand went up to my nose, the source of the pain, and when I withdrew my hand from my face my eyes focused on the blood on my fingers. The very same blood was now slowly dripping down my face, from my nose.

"Enough!" I faintly heard, as well as the pleading, begging of my Mother as she, it sounded, sobbed. "You wish to be equal to Thor, do you not, child? You wish to not just live in his shadow, but live as his equal, correct? Well, in order to do that you need to be stronger! Do you know how we can test your strength?"

He grabbed the front of my t-shirt, pulling me close, before asking the rhetorical question, of which made panic instantly flood my body, my mind, of which was still hazy. "Why do we not find out, hm?"

I felt myself being dragged away, my legs working on their own as I stumbled to stay upright. Despite not being able to see properly and despite my mind reeling, I kicked, flailed, snarled and shouted various insults of which he merely laughed off.

He laughed.

I felt the impact of being thrown into a wall, pain registering in my upper left arm as I slumped to the ground, using the wall as a rest. The room was still spinning; why had it not stopped? My vision was still hazy; why had it not cleared? I managed to deter that yes; we were in the bathroom and that yes; My Mother -step Mother- was outside, the door having been shut and she was banging on it, pleading for Odin to stop what he was doing.

And yes - that was the sound of running water coming from the direction of the bathtub, sounding as if it were already quite full.

I patted at the wall, feeling for the towel rail to try and use something to support my weight so that I didn't fall over. I knew what was coming next; he had never ever gone this far, but I was pretty certain of what would come next. I had seen enough action movies of which they used this as a type of torture - James Bond, you name it. By the looks of it, it was not a very pleasant experience. An experience that I would rather live without, an experience I would rather not have to go through.

I took a couple of deep breathes before gripping the towel rail, pulling myself up so that I was standing. I blinked away the fuzziness of my vision and stumbled over to the door, ignoring the pain in my left arm and the pain in my nose, as well as the fact that the room was spinning, making me feel sick from dizzyness.

I gasped, my breathing starting to get faster and more irregular as a strong, firm hand gripped the back of my t-shirt, pulling me backward. He said something, something out of anger - out of spite. I didn't hear him. I was focussing on trying to get as far away from the bathtub as possible as I kicked and struggled in his grip. Reguardless of what I did, it didn't work. I wasn't strong enough, I was too weak. He was too strong, too powerful.

He pushed me forward and I stumbled, my hands gripping the side of the tub as my head was thrust forward, forcefully, unwillingly being shoved under the surface of the cold water. I tried to hold my breath, but the breath was released as the temperature of the water hit me; the cold water immediately going up my nose and into my mouth, burning my throat, making me choke slightly.

I squeezed my eyes shut and clamped my mouth shut, forcing myself not to breath, not to move - nothing. I could feel my hands trembling. I could hear my pulse in my head. Thump thump. Thump thump. The pain in my chest increased as the time my lungs had gone without inhaling oxygen increased, until I was pulled back and dropped onto the floor.

As soon as I left the water, I was gasping for breath and clawing for something - something to hold on to. I coughed, my throat burning and feeling as if I had swallowed glass, my lungs aching from the lack of oxygen. Water came out of my mouth and nose as I coughed and spluttered, not being able to stop the uncontrollable coughing as I lay on the floor, weak and vulnerable.

I vaguely felt someone cradling me and stroking my hair, as well as someone saying something, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I was already on my way to the darkness of that thing they call 'unconciousness'.

"Dear Thor,

I believe there are some things that you haven't been aware of that were happening. I do not have time to explain everything, but your brother Loki has been through a lot of pain and suffering. I cannot just stand by and watch this happen any longer. Please, Thor, promise me that you will look after him whilst I am gone.

Do not think that I have just left, because I haven't. I tried to take yourself and Loki with me, but Odin, your Father, stopped me. I am going to try my hardest to get custody of you both, before anything more happens.

Remember, whilst I am gone, that I love you both and that you both mean the world to me. Also remember that no matter what, Loki is and always will be your brother, don't tell him otherwise.

Please tell Loki that I am sorry.

Much love, your Mother, Frigga. xxx"

(Double) Thankyou's;

MontgomaryMontgomary, CharmandersThoughts, Kae Gates, Riza Hatake445, sporomogoose, Memories of Emery, naidalove, fan girl 666, HarleyJaneJacksonWinchester, cara-tanaka, booklover613, RentGirl24, CelticRose1, ishtar-lenore, TazimLaufeyson, Quraina, rock and roll alchemist, Sekhmet49, Loki94, VampTramp91, The Phantom Of The Labyrinth, Destroy Me Destroya

MontgomaryMontgomary - If anyone is the lovely one, it is yourself! Thankyou for the review, it made me smile. :)

fan girl 666- Ahh, all should be revealed soon. Though if you look back through the chapters, you may be able to figure out what Thor did. Maybe. It's not that clear, but you may get the jist of it. :P

HarleyJaneJacksonWinchester - Haha, well I have the rest of this fanfiction planned out I just need to write it! So yeah! And -glomp- I'M SO SORRY TO HEAR ABOUT THAT. That must suck big time. I've never been in love (Apart from Hiddles =3=) So I can't relate, unfortunately.

cara-tanaka - All will be revealed soon! Bwuaha! :D

booklover613 - Oh gosh, that is such a big compliment. I'm so glad I can write in a way that catches the emotions that I want to. Sorry if it nearly made you cry, though. ;3

CelticRose1- I am, indeed, going to go into what Thor did to Loki! But I shall not reveal anything yet... apart from what has been written. I'm so glad you like this story so far! :D

The Phantom Of The Labyrinth- So happy that you like it! :D

Until next time, m'lovelies.

~Sky