Once again I am sorry for the short chapter! Unfortunately this story will be coming to a close soon. Thank you once again for all your support, I appreciate it so much and I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Sif and the Warriors Three sit together in a hall. Volstagg had been eating obsessively for the past hour.

"Our dearest friend banished! Loki on the throne! Asgard on the brink of war! Yet you managed to consume four wild boars, six pheasants, a side of beef and two caskets of ale! Shame on you! Don't you care?" Fandral yells at Volstagg, slapping a plate from his hands.

"Do not mistake my appetite for apathy!" Volstagg shouts, standing up and shoving Fandral.
" Stop it, both of you! Stop!" Sif orders, pulling the two warriors apart, "We all know what we have to do."

"We must go. We must find Thor," replies Hogun.

"You speak of treason!" Fandral states in disbelief.

"Forget treason, it's suicide!" replies Volstagg.

"Thor would do the same for us," Sif states
"Hush! Heimdall may be watching," Volstagg warns as an Asgardian sentry enters the room.

"Heimdall demands your presence!" the guard informs the group, before exiting the hall.

"We're doomed," Volstagg grumbles.

Loki sits alone in his room, his fists clenched so hard that his knuckles had turned white. He was utterly humiliated by his actions. Shame washes over him like white hot lava. He stares at himself in the mirror. His face stained with guilt. Furious tears stung at his eyes, his emotions were running out of control.

We made love, Loki, it was a love stronger than anything you could have ever given me! Her voice echoed in his mind. There had been no lie in her eyes, and he knew she had never been much of a liar. All his power, wealth and status could not give him what he wanted. He wanted her. He wanted to hold her like he once had, kiss her, and touch her. His reflection changes, a devious grin appearing on the reflections features.

She was yours to begin with. Take her. She belongs to you, not that brute. If she defies you, take her by force. She is yours. Thor is gone, he is never to return. What is stopping you?

Loki stares wide-eyed at his reflection before punching it. Blood drips from his hand as pieces of glass fall and clatter against his dresser.

Reclaim her.

Loki stands up straight, grabbing a nearby cloth and wiping the blood from his hand. He turns on his heel, leaving his room. His heels click against the golden floor as he makes his way to Eira's room. He stands silently in front of the strong door. He hangs his head in shame, debating if he should even bother trying to talk to her. He lifts his hand slowly, knocking gently on the door. He stands there for a few moments without an answer. He knocks again before pushing the door open. She was not there.

He looks in her room desperately, but not finding her caused panic to fill his system. He quickly closes the door and begins to search the large palace. His steps were anxious as he looks through every hall. His pace soon turned into a jog, then a steady run. He was outside the palace now, searching through the gardens, and there he found her.

She is standing silently in front of a fountain. Loki pauses as he realizes this was the same garden that she had told him that he could be understood. How wrong she had been. No one could ever understand him and the pain he felt deep in his heart. Those who had claimed to love him had betrayed and lied to him. He was a monster, and he had finally pushed the only person who could ever understand him away. His voice was caught in his throat, not willing to disrupt the violence.

"Loki," she whispers, breaking the silence.

He stares at her as she turns to face him.

"I can forgive you," she says softly.

Relief floods his system. He was unable to comprehend how she could forgive him.

"We have been friends for so long. We were lovers at one point. But you betrayed me Loki, after everything I did for you. I loved you, I accepted you, when others ridiculed and humiliated you. You had my love, but it is no longer there. I will not lie, I had my doubts, I wondered if I could ever love Thor as much as I loved you. And I realize that I did. I loved him more."

"Thor is dead Eira," he states, her words breaking what little was left of his heart.

She shakes her head sadly, "I am aware, but my love for him is not."

"I can rebuild our love," Loki pleads desperately taking long strides towards Eira. He grabs her face, pulling it to his. His lips press against hers in a desperate attempt to keep her. She does not fight him, nor does she kiss him back. Loki presses his lips harder against hers, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. She pulls away.

"Loki, I.." she begins to protest, but Loki cuts her off with another kiss.

This time he pulls away, "Eira please, do not leave me," he whispers resting his head in the crook of her neck. Eira reaches her hand up, resting it gently on the back of Loki's head; She smoothes down his sleek black hair.

"I am sorry Loki, but where you are headed I cannot follow." She replies.

Loki pulls himself away, anger swallowing what was left of his tattered heart.

"So be it," he hisses, turning and leaving Eira alone in the garden.

"You would defy the commands of Loki, our king? Break every oath you have taken as warriors, and commit treason to bring Thor back?" Heimdall questions the group that stands in front of him.

"Yes," Sif replies confidently.

"Good," Heimdall states, stepping off the platform that controls the Bifrost.

"So you will help us?" Sif questions, watching the powerful being before her walking away.

"I am bound by honor to our king. I cannot open the bridge to you." Heimdall replies, walking off.

"Complicated fellow, isn't he?" Fandral questions.

"Now what do we do?" Volstagg asks right as the Bifrost activates by itself.

They step in to the Bifrost, transporting them to earth.