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Good day to you, my fellow Midgardians!

I represent to you the next chapter of 'Sing me one last song'.

Unfortunately, it will not be following our dearest Captain America this time but is all focused on our God of Lies and God of Thunder.

So here you go, 15 pages filled pain, sarrow, frustration and despair. (I'm afraid I'm writing my one way ticket to hell here guys…)

Anyway, Enjoy!

Another wave of nausea made Loki's stomach turn. The heat in the dungeons left him in a constant sweat, the sound of water dripping from the ceiling onto the floor was maddening. He had no idea on how long it has been since he was locked away, phrases such as "just wait ten more minutes" or "we shall return in a few hours" meant nothing to him anymore. When was it he last saw the sun rising over the green hills in the east? When was the last time he let his body bathe in the light of the stars and moon while peacefully reading in the great gardens? When was it he shouted at the closest thing he could call his friends? He could still hear them scream at him, he could still clearly see the captain's devastated expression as he told him a prince could never be with a raped man, a second-hand toy. Not realizing he had any more tears to shed, Loki sighed as yet again a tear pushed its way through his sewn eyelids. His brother, his kind-hearted, ignorant and dearest brother. Where could he be?

Loki raised his head to the sound of his door opening. Was it feeding time already? He wondered… Not that he was complaining, he felt like he hasn't eaten anything in ages. And although his body was craving nutrition, although the offered food would silence his growling stomach for Norns know how long, he always hated feeding time. Feeling so utterly humiliated as the soldiers would thrust a large syringe between his sewn lips and injected him with some sort of chemical water.

'Corner.'

Loki heard a man's voice command him. Being used to this form of treatment, and knowing from experience what would happen to him if he were to resist, Loki got on his hands and knees and scanned the floor with the tip of his fingers till he could feel the closest wall without any form of resistance. With the wall at his side, he kept crawling till he hit the corner and huddled up, making himself as small as possible. He heard a soft chuckle leaving the man's lips.

'Good.' He praised him while walking into the cell. Loki kept his head up, expecting to be forced to drink another chemical mixture of water, nutrients and god knows what more. He tensed and shivered at the thought of the slimy gooey slowly sliding down his throat and wished for it all to be over. How long was Odin going to keep him alive? How long was he planning on leaving him humiliated and rotting in this dungeon.

'You are in luck, discarded one. The mighty Allfather wishes to speak with you.'

Loki heard the man unlock the chains connected to the floor while more men entered the room.

'Now I shall warn you, the Allfather is in no gaming mood. You will only speak when spoken to, only let your voice be heard to answer his questions. Is that understood?'

Loki remained silent as he wondered why Odin would wish to talk to him. Maybe his time had finally come, maybe Odin wanted to tell him himself that he would be brought to the gallows or maybe he wanted to have the honor, the pleasure of taking Loki's head, all to himself.

'Is that understood?!' The soldier almost shouted in his ear as he pulled hard on the trickster's hair.

Loki let out a soft growl in pain and nodded. He could feel the soldiers in front of him tugging at his chains.

'Stand!'

Like a dog beaten into obedience, Loki stood up, making sure his hands were covering his privates as he was still naked.

'Norns you are revolting…' He heard one of the men mumble and could already visualize the others nodding in agreement.

'Follow.'

Loki did as he was told and blindly followed the chains guiding him. He took every step with extreme caution, placing his bare feet carefully as he tried not to trip or stand on a sharp pebble.

But all his cautiousness could not have prevented the fall caused by the stone stairs for which he was not warned. He fell face first against one of the steps, leading to a heavy nosebleed and a tooth through his lip. Loki started to panic, not only did the injury on his nose hurt an awful lot, he also experienced difficulties breathing as his nose was filling up with blood.

The soldiers were sniggering and kept tugging at his chains.

'Stairs!' One of them stated with a chuckle.

Loki let himself fall on his knees and almost cried in panic as he was slowly suffocating by his own blood. He started to feel lightheaded as the warm and damp air covered his Jötunn body like a thick winter coat. With his mouth and eyes sewn shut, his only option for air was now blocked by a coppery liquid. He felt tears pushing their way through his eyelids and through the golden thread.

With deeply heaving chest, he blew his nose in his quivering hands, hoping to get all the blood and tear fluid out.

'Hey! What are you doing?!' One of the soldiers yelled at him, not understanding his extreme panicked reaction. 'Come on, stand!' He pulled Loki's hair, trying to get him back on his feet but Loki refused. He shook his head and grabbed the man's hand, his nails digging into his skin leaving deep scratches and smearing all his blood on his hand. Did they not understand?! Could they not see he was suffocating?!

'I said; stand!' The soldier repeated himself with a hiss, disgusted by Loki's blood. He pulled his freezing hand free from Loki's despaired grip and gave another hard yank on his chains. The Jötunn blew his nose one last time and finally felt the blockage in his nostrils disappearing. He breathed in as deep as he could and let his body lean against a wall.

'As you please. If you shall not stand, you shall crawl.' The man signaled the other soldiers to continue walking up the stairs as Loki, humiliated, hungry and defenseless Loki climbed the stairs on his hands and knees.

Once at the top, he was ordered to stand again. The threads piercing through his eyelids and lips were carefully removed, leaving his face completely covered in blood as it mixed with tears and dripped down his face. It hurt, without his Seiðr to suppress the ache and heal his skin, Loki was left in an excruciating pain as all the punctures reopened. First, he slowly opened his mouth and inhaled. He coughed loudly as he felt the warm air pass through his mouth and into his lungs. He then cautiously moved his eyelids. He blinked a couple of times and adjusted his vision to his surroundings. He now stood face to face with one of the guards.

'Listen to me carefully,-' The man spoke, revolted by his deep red eyes. 'Let it be clear that the Allfather did not order you under these restraints for no reason. One move, one spell coming from those cursed lips and we shall drag you back to your cell and make sure you will never see daylight again. Is that understood?'

Loki moved his lips but no sound was heard. He cleared his throat and tried again. This time a soft, broken "understood" left his lips.

Loki was then dragged by his chains through the palace, he swore they were taking a detour as he was even hauled through the gardens, naked, for all to see. He could not care less of what the maids and soldiers would think of him but his pride hit a new level of low once he walked past Lady Sif and the warriors three. He saw Fandral standing in the middle, nudging at Hogun and Volstagg while pointing at him and laughing. Volstagg and Hogun only watched, not a muscle in their faces moving or twitching. The only one who seemed to show any form of, for Loki unwanted, sympathy was Lady Sif as she turned around and continued to focus on her practices.

After the little tour through the castle, which Loki could only describe as a freak show, they finally stood in front of the doors of Odin's great hall.

'You shall wait here until I allow you to come in.' The soldier spoke as he knocked on the door and walked through, leaving Loki behind with the four remaining men.

'My King.' The soldier spoke as he bowed down to one knee.

'What took you so long? I asked for you to bring the priso- my son, over an hour ago.' Odin asked while sitting on his throne.

'I beg your indulgence, o great Allfather but the prisoner put up quite a fight. It was not our intention to make you wait.' The soldier humbly lowered his head and waited for a reaction.

'Bring in my son.' Odin ordered him.

'As you wish, my king. However,-'

'However?' Odin repeated in a low voice.

The soldier swallowed. 'However, there is one thing I am afraid I must inform you on. About two weeks ago, when the verdict of the outcast was decided, we calmly tried to bring him to his cell. Unfortunately, the convict did not come peacefully and put up quite a fight once we entered through the great steel doors. It grieves me to say this my king, but there was no other way than to call the seamstress upon him and his eyes and lips w-'

'You have done what?!' Odin roared. 'Why was I not informed of this matter?!'

'My most humble apologies, my King. But may I say to you that there was absolutely no other way. Even with his Seiðr taken from him, he remains a highly dangerous and unpredictable creature. Even now, he tried all he could to attack us.' The soldier showed his scratched hands, his skin a dark shade of red and dripping with Loki's blood, making it seem even more severe.

Odin watched the wound from where he sat. He calmed himself and rubbed his eyes. 'I understand.' He eventually spoke. 'Please, bring in the- … my son.'

The soldier nodded and left. He came back holding Loki's chains, letting the naked creature walk forward. Odin looked at the Jötunn who was hanging his head in shame, staring at his feet and felt a lump form in his throat.

'Unchain him.'

'Wha..?' The soldier stumbled. 'You mean… unchain him?' He pointed at Loki. 'Unchain the prisoner? The convict? The murderer of our pr-'

'NOW!' Odin roared, making Loki shiver. 'Or are you defying the orders of your king?'

'N-no, Allfather. We would never.' The guards looked at each other for a second and gave a small nod in agreement. Careful not to touch his freezing skin, they hesitantly freed Loki from all his chains, revealing a badly bruised and broken skin underneath. Odin heard Loki's soft but painful hiss as the metal parted from his body.

'Good, now leave. Get yourself to the Halls of Healers and have them look at your hands. I will summon for you and your men once I'm done.' Odin spoke as he signaled them to leave with a wave of his hand.

The soldier looked at Odin while pointing at himself. 'You mean us? Allfather, I would not consider it wise t-' But he did not dare to finish his sentence as he saw Odin's destructive gaze.

'Y-yes, Allfather. Understood.' The soldiers awkwardly dropped Loki's chains and left. Loki saw the man with the scratched hands gave him a quick and nasty glare before he exited the room.

'Loki,-' Odin spoke to his naked and blood covered son.

Loki started to tremble as he felt all sorts of emotions rage through his body. Sorrow, loneliness, hatred, hunger, pain and humiliation all swarmed through him, fighting on which would reveal itself first. He tried to remain calm while all he wanted was to scream at his "father", to run away and never come back.

'-I… I have received word…! From…' Odin spoke hesitantly. He sighed and stood up, walked down the golden stairs and stood still in front of his son. He took off his cape and carefully draped it over his small shoulders. 'I see you have lost weight...' He spoke but Loki kept his gaze on his feet, strains of greasy hair falling in his face.

Odin watched the ground as he heard small drops of liquid falling. He saw blood, tainting the marble floor and Loki's blue feet. He swallowed thickly. 'Loki, would you look at me?' He asked softly.

With every fiber in his body screaming in protest, Loki reluctantly raised his blood-covered head. He glared at Odin with rage burning in his deep red eyes. The man in front of him did not move. He did not laugh at him, he did not cry in remorse nor showed any other sign of emotion. How like his father…

The two of them stood in complete silence for a full minute.

'I have received word from your mother.' Odin eventually spoke after clearing his throat. 'She is on Vanaheim, together with two of your comrades.'

Loki's look changed. Two of his comrades? Was it Steven and Anthony? But why? Why would he have sent them to a different realm? Were they still treated as suspects? Did the Allfather still think they were somehow involved with Thor's disappearance? Was this his cruel way of punishing them? To take them from their families, their friends and homes and send them to a world they do not know? No, his mother is with them. Why was she with them? How long have they been gone? Loki's head was spinning with questions and if he could he would ask them all at the same time. Not knowing what Odin wanted from him and afraid he would run his mouth with emotions, he decided to remain silent just a little while longer.

Odin saw his son still glaring at him, his eyes may be as red as Muspelheim's endless seas of Lava, but his look was distant and cold.

'… They are all doing well and are headed to The Old Plains of Nerthus.' Odin continued. 'I have send word to your friends on Midgard about their situation. They seemed to rejoice the good news yet I believe you do not.' Odin looked at him with a stern expression. 'Why is that?'

Loki bit the inside of his lip till it bled. How dare he? How dare his father look at him with such an expression? How dare he questioned his reasons for being?! There were so many things he wanted to shout. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth. 'Who was it you have damned to Vanaheim?' He eventually decided on asking. His voice soft and unsteady.

'The archer and Lady Widow.'

'Why?!' Loki growled with more rage than he wanted.

'It was your mother's choice. She saw them worthy of traveling with her.'

Loki looked at his father with a puzzled expression, trying to decide which question to ask next. Odin waited for his son to give him any sort of reaction, he sighed with a hint of irritation as his son remained silent.

'Is there nothing you wish to say? Do you stay with your story?' He harshly asked.

'Does it matter what I say? Are there any words trustworthy to you once they have left my mouth?' Loki glared at his father who looked back at him with the same amount of suspicion.

'Your mother thinks of you as innocent and so do your friends. Now tell me, are you deceiving them? Or are you covering for them? Did the Midgardians help you on your mission to murder my son?' Odin kept his eye on the Jötunn. 'Loki, for once in your life I ask you not to feed me with lies! Be truthful, I wish to help you.'

'Help me?! you?!' Loki almost laughed. 'Now you listen to me you old fool! It was I who took your precious son! Who has locked away your perfect little summer child in a place I cannot even remember where! I and I alone! Earth's mightiest fools had nothing to do with this!' The wicked smile coloring his face matched perfectly with his all-red eyes and blood-covered skin. 'So you better hurry your search, o Great Allfather, for I do not believe even the great God of Thunder can live this long without any food or water!'

'So you took Thor, locked him in a cell and left him to die?! To suffer and rot?! All alone?!'

Loki's smile disappeared, he was shivering with anger and frustration, unwanted tears welling in his eyes again. 'Does that not sound familiar?! Take a long guess on who's example I acted! Seems like we have at least one thing in common, do we not?!' He shouted in rage.

Odin's eyes widened, he took hold of Gungnir and pointed it at his youngest son. 'I am only asking you this one more time Loki,-' He growled in a low voice. 'Where is my son?'

Loki looked at his father in disbelieve with a slightly open mouth as a single tear rolled down his face. So this was it? This was his father, trying to help him? His eye was then caught by a greenish mist, softly emitting from the tip of Gungnir. It was his power, his Seiðr which was taken from him by the Allfather and sealed inside the weapon after he was convicted. It was seeping from the golden weapon and slowly tried to crawl its way back to its rightful master. Loki and Odin both looked at the spear and then back at each other.

Loki quickly raised his hand and grabbed the spear before Odin could pull it back. He felt his Seiðr seeping back into his hand, his blue skin changing into its original porcelain tone.

'Let go of the spear, Loki!' Odin threatened. Knowing his son would not let go, he pulled the weapon back which left Loki with a deep cut in the palm of his hand.

Loki hissed loudly and held his hand against his chest. He looked at the wound, glared back at Odin with bared teeth and, with his very last energy, attacked him.

Odin, even though being of age, easily blocked Loki's attacks with his spear. A quick punch from the left, followed by a kick aimed for his side. A low sweep of Loki's right leg to get him out of balance and another punch aimed at his chest. Odin could read him like a book and blocked every attempt to injure him with his weapon.

'Foolish boy!' He roared. 'Is this really what you wish!? Do you truly seek out a fight with the Allfather?!'

Loki stopped his motion, his chest heaving as he completely ran out of breath. 'I would never.' He panted and stared out a window. 'Vanaheim you said…' He smirked. 'You were true to your word, Odin Borson. You have indeed helped me.'

Odin bared his teeth, again not knowing what was going through his son's insane mind. 'You have left me no choice! I will have the Einherjar take you back to your c-' Odin stopped his sentence as he watched his son conceal his Jötunn form in that of his Æsir with great effort. His alabaster skin in great contrast with his raven hair, his red eyes covered by brilliant emerald. His unsteady Seiðr partly covering his wounds and dressing him in a simple white shirt and black pants. 'I thank you, Allfather, you have played your part beautifully.' He let his father's cape fall of his shoulders, sprinted to the side and jumped out the second-floor window.

Odin ran after him, trying to catch his wrists but was too late. He watched his son barely landing on his feet, stumbling to regain his balance and run away.

With pounding heart, Loki ran as fast as his feet could carry him. He panted heavily as he ran through Asgard's dark back alleys, seeking cover in the shadows. He stopped at an abandoned house to catch his breath, sweat dripping from his forehead. He looked up and held his breath as he heard a heavy sound of horns being blown, coming from the castle. It was a warning call to all soldiers patrolling the outer walls, signaling them to close the gates. Loki restlessly phased back and forth as he tried to figure out his next move. He was tired, hungry and the little bit of Seiðr he could take from Odin's spear by attacking him was just barely enough to cover his Jötunn form and wounds but not nearly enough to heal them.

He was now free, sort of, and wanted nothing more but to search for his brother. But how? The Old Plains of Nerthus, Vanaheim. Loki recalled his father telling him. Vanaheim was not too far from Asgard, if only he could cross the walls unnoticed, he could steal a ship and travel the galaxy. He could even reach his destination within a few minutes if he could steal a royal battle ship. He didn't have enough power to transform himself into an animal so there was no way he was going to get out using that trick again. Loki sighed in defeat, he placed his hand on his growling stomach and felt his mouth filling with water as he smelled the delicious fragrances of bread, fruits and all other sorts of food. The great market, it must be nearby.

He took a few deep breaths and forced himself on his feet again. Maybe it was best to first get some food, he probably wouldn't even make it out of Asgard on his empty stomach.

'Going somewhere?'

Loki turned and saw a man staring at him from a shadow. He was tall, muscular, his scraggly hair a dark shade of grey. Loki's first thought was to run, to make sure he would stay out of the man's reach but then noticed the warn-out clothes he was wearing, indicating he was not a soldier.

'I have no business with you.' Loki stated short, hoping the man would leave him alone.

'But I do.' The man spoke in a low voice, stepping into the light of the sun. 'I think we have a lot to discuss, Loki Laufeyson.'

Loki swallowed thickly, his heart thundering. This was not good, whatever the man wanted from him, it could not be good. He turned around and tried to run but the man already caught his arm before he could move a muscle.

'Unhand me!' He struggled, trying to break free from the man's grip. This could not be happening! He had to go, he had to join his mother and search for Thor!

'Easy, Jötunn.' The man slowly moved his hand to his pocket and reached for what was inside. 'I think you will like this.'

Weak of hunger, Loki closed his eyes, not daring to see what form of weapon the man would threaten him with.

'What's wrong? Not hungry?' The man asked, his heavy voice not changing.

Loki frowned, his curiosity getting the best of him. He looked at the man's hand and saw him holding out a shining red apple.

'Is that-? Could I…?' He stumbled, water filling his mouth again.

'Of course you can have it!' The man let go of the trickster's arm and watched with a smile as he took his first bite with care and then set his teeth into the fruit like a hungry wolf, devouring the apple within half a minute. 'The name's Sverre Andorson.'

'I am-'

'I know who you are. You are Loki, son of Laufey, son of Odin. I've watched you grown from a tiny little baby into the trickster God you are today. It's quite an honor to meet you.'

'… Likewise.' Loki decided to say, not really understanding where this stranger was coming from. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stared at him. 'You know I am of Jötunheim, yet you treat me like an Æsir. Why is that? I am not of royalty anymore as you probably already know so there is no need for formalities.' He asked in suspicion.

'Simple, I have heard great stories about you. How you stabbed your brother when you were only just a small lad. How you ran into the forests of the north and disappeared for days, making everybody sick with worry. Showing the public your love for Seiðr, making a complete fool out of your father. You, boy, were a curse for your family but a legend to me and many others. I cannot wait for you to meet the others, come let us go.' Sverre smiled at him and signaled him to follow.

'Others?' Loki shook his head visibly as he tried to understand the man. 'Hold on, you interpreted my childish misbehaving as an act of greatness? Why?' He asked in confusion.

'Look around you son, Asgard is a flourishing kingdom, filled with riches. But have you ever stopped to wonder where all these riches come from? Fair trading? Gifts? No, it is none of that. Your adoptive father was a war hungering man, sending his armies way past the borders of Asgard in search of riches and triumph. He send thousands of young Æsir men and women into the horrid nightmare called war… young Æsir such as my own son…' Sverre stared at the ground for a moment and then looked Loki right in the eye. 'My entire life I had sworn to avenge my son's meaningless death. An eye for an eye, that was my goal. Odin's lust for blood stopped once news came that his wife was with child and I knew that the unborn baby would be my key to vengeance. I wanted Thor Odinson, your brother, dead. I wanted the Allfather to feel what it was like to outlive his own flesh and blood!' The man took a deep breath, calmed himself and smiled at Loki with grateful eyes. 'Word is you killed him, Loki. Is this true?'

'Y-yes, I have. I have killed my brother, Thor Odinson.' He mumbled and watch the man nod.

'You, my child, are a hero.' He smiled and signaled Loki again to follow him. 'You must be exhausted and hungry. You look dreadful. I can only imagine what cruel treatment the Allfather would make you go through. Please, allow me to give you shelter, food and clothes. I shall make sure to give you a place to hide, somewhere not even Heimdall can find you.'

'No.' Loki spoke firmly after letting all the information run through his brain.

'No? My dearest boy, you are a convict, a fugitive. There is nowhere in this Realm the soldiers will not find you so please, let me help you find shelter.'

'You are correct, there is nowhere for me to hide. Not in this Realm.' He stood tall, ignoring the pain from all his wounds lingering underneath his porcelain façade. 'That is why I wish to leave Asgard and seek refuge in Vanaheim. However, as you might have noticed, I will not be able to pass the gates on my own. As your hero, I ask of you but one question-'

'Anything.' The man answered determinately.

'Will you help me escape Asgard? Will you risk your freedom to free me of this cursed Realm and spare me the wrath of the Allfather?'

'Well, here we are…' Clint looked at the two women at his side.

'This- sure is quite a field to search.' Natasha spoke, overwhelmed by the sheer size of the plains of Nerthus.

'We are getting close, I can feel it.' Frigga spoke determinately.

'So what now? Split up? That way we just might be able to cover everything before nightfall.' Clint looked at the queen.

'No, that would be a waste of valuable time.' She answered and saw the archer sigh in relief. She kneeled and placed her hands on the grass. 'These plains are enchanted with Seiðr, I can sense it.'

'A spell? Do you think you can lift it?' Natasha asked hopeful.

'I shall try my best; however, it shall require a lot of energy and I am afraid that if I were to find any secret passage, I will not be able to participate in any further battle… I will not be able to be of any use…'

'That's okay.' Clint answered hastily. 'You can leave the fighting to us, we'll be fine, right Nat?'

'Of course we will.' She replied with a reassuring nod.

Frigga took a deep breath. 'Agreed. I shall place my trust in you.' She pushed the tip of her fingers in the dirt and closed her eyes. She let her Seidr run from her body and spread over the fields, creating an ominous green fog. Within two minutes, the entire plain was covered in the woman's magical power.

'Over there!' Clint pointed at a green light, shining brightly from behind one of the hills.

'That must be it, a hidden passage.' Frigga spoke, her voice weak from exhaustion.

'Hang in there Thor, just a few more minutes and you'll be free.' Natasha spoke, waiting for Clint to help the Æsir goddess back on her feet.

Frigga placed the tip of her fingers against the cold iron and examined the recently revealed door. 'It is still locked, a spell lays upon this door.'

'Then break it.' Natasha spoke as she was hardly able to keep control over her tension.

'I… I can't. I am too weak, lifting the spell laid upon these plains has drained me.' She answered in defeat as she let her body fall against the barricade.

'I'll do it.'

'You?' The goddess looked at the archer with a puzzled expression as he took hold of his bow. 'My dear boy, there is no weapon of Midgard that could destroy this type of Seiðr.'

'I thought so.' Clint said as he pulled a pitch-black arrow from his quiver. It emitted a soft, green glow and was skillfully engraved with beautiful characters. 'But I think an arrow made by the dwarfs of Svartalfheim just might do the trick. Plus, they hold your son's magical power so I'm pretty sure this baby can blow up that door in no time.' He took his distance together with the two women. 'Right, voice control…' He readied his bow. 'Okay kid, don't let me down now.' He took aim and whispered; 'Blow that door to pieces.' He let go of the arrow, shooting it straight for the door with lightning speed. It hit its target perfectly, exploding with a blinding green flash.

'Where…? How did you get these arrows?' Frigga asked with eyes wide. The barricade was blown to bits, leaving nothing.

'It was a Christmas present.' Barton smiled like a small child as he saw the results of his hit.

'My son gave these as a present?' Frigga thought this over and then smiled. 'He must be very fond of you.'

'No time to talk this over. Come on, let's go.' Natasha signaled Clint to follow her as the three ran down the hill and entered the underground layer.

'Oh traveler, rested with shield and spear,

What lengthy roads have brought you here?'

A woman's voice echoed through the halls, singing a most beautiful song.

'What is the reason that made you wonder?

Was it the prophecy of a baby born,

The promised Child of Thunder?'

She continued, her voice coming closer.

'Songs of Praise created in the early morn'

For the Prince of Asgard that night was born'

She sat down next to the blonde man sleeping on a table and let her fingers curl through his hair.

'The skies were bright and Asgard great,

In his future glory and fame shall await.'

Thor slowly awakened to her sound and stared straight into her silver eyes. The touch of her hand softly massaging his scalp and her beautiful voice almost lulled him back to sleep again.

'All of Realms shall hold and pray,

Only songs of hope shall ring today.'

'Mother…?' He asked with a husky voice.

'So traveler please, let out your voice,

Sing the Songs of Praise and rejoice.'

Frigga ended the song and kissed her son on his cheek. 'You are pale, my love.' She whispered as she placed her hand on his forehead. 'You are burning up.'

'Mother… I had a most dreadful dream. It was Loki, he-' Thor stopped his sentence as he tried to move his restraint arms. He looked around and noticed he was still in the same cave-like room, tied to a table. He looked at his mother and saw her eyes were lacking something- compassion, kindness, warmth and love leaving cold and empty eyes staring back at him. 'Loki…' Thor sighed in defeat. 'What have you done to me? I feel… weak and weary.'

'It seems like you caught a sickness, my dear summer child. Rats are known to be carriers of diseases and with your body weakened by these chains I say chances are it inserted its bacteria into your system.' She smiled, looking at the open wound in his arm, swarming with flies.

'I loathe you…'

'I love you.' She chuckled with a smile.

'Unchain me Loki! If this is all to settle arguments of the past, I say we fight!'

'There you go again, relying on your brute strength as a solution to every difficulty you go through in life.' Frigga transformed back into the trickster god. 'But I am afraid you will have to face this ordeal without your superior powers.' He climbed on the table and straddled his brother's lap. 'Plus, as I said before, I wish for you to crave me, not fight me.' He kissed Thor's lips, thrusting his tong inside his mouth.

Thor turned his head and tried to evade the Liesmith's forced and rough kisses. 'I will never crave you!' He hissed, glaring at Loki with pure hatred and disgust.

'Oh but I beg to differ.' He smiled at him and pulled a syringe, filled with a bright purple substance, from the pocket of his black pants. 'It will only be a matter of time, Thor.' He smirked.

'What is that…? Keep that away from me!'

'Now be a big boy, this will only hurt a lot.' Loki bit on his bottom lip with lustful eyes as he penetrated the older man's skin and injected the chemical mixture in his blood. He softly moaned at the sound of his brother hissing and squirming in pain, his hips bucking underneath him. He roughly pulled the needle from the vein in his neck and trailed the blood exiting the puncture wound with his tong.

Thor felt a tear running down his temple as he tried to guess what this demented creature he used to call his brother could have possibly injected him with. He felt Loki touching his feet and watched as the trickster slowly took of his shoes.

'The skin underneath your restraints… it is red.' Loki mumbled as he touched Thor's ankles, making the god of Thunder hiss in pain. 'It is beautiful.'

'What are you planning on doing with me?' Thor asked, feeling a cold sweat covering his skin. His voice still hoarse. 'What have you injected me with?'

'You will notice soon enough.' Loki conjured a dagger and placed its tip on the waist of Thor's dark blue jeans. 'Such odd clothing, it does not fit you.' He pressed the dagger into the fabric and made a large cut. 'I think it is best to get rid of it, do you not agree?' He smiled at his brother, took hold of his jeans and ripped them apart in one swift motion.

Thor kept staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore his brother's calls for his attention. He could feel his heart pounding loudly in his chest, his breathing becoming shallow and slow as Loki took his place on his lap again. Was this it? Was this what his so-called brother wanted him to go through? A slow and painful death as he would suffocate? Thor though as he softly panted.

'Your cheeks, they are turning such a lovely shade of crimson.' Loki said as he placed his hands on Thor's lower abdomen, sluggishly moving them upwards to his slowly heaving chest. 'It looks like the drug is already taking effect on your body.'

Thor felt a shiver running from the tip of his toes all the way to the back of his head. The feeling of Loki's cold hands on his burning, sweat covered body made him gasp for air. 'What have you done to me…?' He asked again as Loki firmly rocked his hips back and forth.

'Can you not feel it, brother?' The raven asked in a moan as he placed the tip of his dagger on Thor's chest, cutting through his shirt. 'Does my touch not warm you?'

'Loki, stop this…!'

'Thor,-.' A big grin was seen on his face. '-I do as I please.' He panted, covering Thor's bared chest in sloppy kisses.

'Loki…!' Thor warned his brother again. He cursed mentally as he indeed felt his cheeks burning up. What was happening to him?! 'Loki please, just… just stop!' He panted.

'Are you sure that is what you wish for? Your body is telling me otherwise.' He smirked, referring to Thor's hips carefully moving along with his rhythm.

Thor shut his eyes in shame and immediately stopped the movement he did not even realize he was making. He gritted his teeth, holding his lips tightly pressed as he fought against a moan lingering in the back of his throat. 'Lo-ki…' He panted in a confusing mixture of complete shame and lust, feeling his member slowly growing hard from the constant stimuli of his brother's rocking hips. He opened his eyes as the trickster's movement stopped and saw him watching him with a devious smirk.

'Is this truly what you wish for? For me to leave you here, like this?' The raven asked while slowly undressing himself, starting with taking off his heavy black and green leather coat.

'Y-yes!' Thor almost screamed, losing control of the volume of his voice. 'Leave me!'

'Hmm… even if I were to do this?' Loki dropped the top of his tunic, baring his pale and perfect upper body. He leaned forward, pressing his chest up against Thor's and kissed him. First, it was soft and kind, luring the blonde into his trap of compassion. Thor gave up the fight after a mere few seconds and leaned into the kiss, careful, cautious. Then, the kisses became more aggressive as Loki played with his lips, sucking them, nibbling and biting. He moved back a little, making Thor lean in further with greed. He smiled at the man pinned down underneath him and placed kisses on his chin.

'No… P-please, don't.' Thor cried out, his eyes filling with tears of deep shame. How? Why? Why was his body reacting like this? Betraying him, lusting after his own sibling. Could it be that these feelings have always been there, sleeping deep within him?

Thor opened his eyes and watch with blurry vision as his brother smirked at him.

No, it could not be. He loved Loki, yes, he loved his baby brother more than anything in all the nine realms but never had he longed for him in a sexual manner. He wanted it to stop, his mind was screaming for Loki to stop, for this nightmare to be over. Yet, his body became more eager for the trickster with every playful and cruel touch he placed on him. Was this all caused by the injection?

'Loki… Please… Please stop this…' He panted as tears rushed down his temple, disappearing into his hairline. 'I beg of you… are we not brothers? Please make this stop!'

'Stop what, exactly?' Loki asked playfully.

'This spell! The curse you laid over my body!' Thor cried, wishing he could at least bury his flushed face in his hands.

'Ask nicely.'

Thor parted his quivering lips. 'P-please, please stop this… Give me back control over my body and end my humiliation.' He begged, fighting against his heated body as it screamed for the Liesmith to continue his lustful touching.

'I understand brother.' Loki smirked. 'But you see, the only way for your body to calm is to let me touch it, feed it with attention.' His devious smile widened, baring his white teeth. He placed his hands on Thor's chest and moved them to his lower abdomen, his fingernails leaving red scratches on his skin. 'Do you now understand? This is what you want, is it not? For me to take you. You want me, you need me.' Loki leaned in closer, his lips caressing the blonde's ear and panted softly; 'You crave me.'

Thor let go of a breath he did not realize he was holding in. He needed this. His body needed this. Every fiber in him screamed for the trickster's attention. For him to whisper into his ear. To touch him, to kiss him. To feel him, inside of him.

He shut his eyes tightly to the point where it hurt. He shook his head visibly, bit down on the inside of his cheeks till they bled and focuses on the pain, the coppery liquid mixing with his saliva and spreading though his mouth. This was wrong, he did not want this! Loki was his sibling! His baby brother whom he had cherished and loved like no other! The one he lived with, played with and grew up with!

Oh, how he wished he could cover his lust-filled expression in his hands. How he wished to just disappear and for this all to end.

'So tell me brother, what is it you wish for?' Loki asked in a sadistic tone while playing with the elastic brim of Thor's boxers, pulling it slightly down. 'Tell me.'

At this question, Thor could not keep control of his tears any longer. He sobbed and cried, fighting the words which threatened to part his lips.

'T-ake me…' He mumbled between sobs.

'What was that? I am afraid I could not hear you.'

'Take me!'

'Ask nicely.'

'I beg of you!' Thor shouted, crying even harder as his mind began to blur in utter humiliation and shame. 'Take me! Please! Please end this raging fire of lust within me!'

Loki chuckled, a mad smile on his face. 'If that is what you wish.' He kissed Thor's ear and whispered; 'Then that is what I shall give you.'

He conjured a silver dagger and stabbed it deep within Thor's hip, making the man scream in pain. He cut through his boxers and ripped off the fabric, revealing his already hard and leaking member and took it in hand.

'Tell me, my dearest, role model brother.' He spoke sarcastically, putting emphasis on the last word of his sentence. 'Is this to your liking?' He asked, slowly moving his hand up and down his length, sleeking it with his own pre-cum.

Thor gave an almost unnoticeable nod as he felt the heat raging in his lower abdomen, he fought to stop his hips from softly bucking into the man's touch but it was in vain. His body needed it, it craved more.

'I cannot hear you.'

'Y-yes…'

'Yes what?'

'Yes, it i-s to m-my… pleasing!' He almost shouted, the most sickening combination of moans and sobs breaking his sentence.

Loki laughed. 'Good.' He let go of his brother's cock, and continued to touch every inch of his sweat covered body and smothered him with kisses. Driving him insane as he hardly touched his fully erected member.

Thor screamed in pain, frustration and shame, his mind going berserk. He bit down on his bottom lip, immediately breaking the skin causing it to bleed.

'Here brother, try this.' Loki smirked as he placed his precum covered fingers on his blooded lips.

Thor glared at his younger brother in rage, baring his teeth. He opened his mouth, let his brother's slick fingers glide in and bit down with a growl, making Loki hiss.

'There there.' Loki smiled at him, caressing his cheek. 'Such a bad boy.' He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. 'What is the matter? Are you not enjoying this?' He asked calmly.

'TAKE ME!' Thor roared, losing all control over his body and mind.

The trickster chuckled. He got off Thor's lap and loosened the restraints on his ankles. 'If that is what you wish, brother.' He crawled on the table on hands and knees, parting Thor's legs and raising them. He unbuckled his pants, pulled out his hard cock and placed it against Thor's entrance. 'Are you certain of this? I would hate to do something to you that you would dislike.' Loki smirked deviously, waiting for Thor to answer him.

Thor closed his eyes as he tried to save what was left of his mind. He screamed and cursed, trying to pull his hands free so he could cover his face, further opening the already existing wounds on his wrists. This was not what he wished for.

'I am waiting.' Loki moaned, the desperate screams and cries of his brother only further awakening his lust.

Thor gave a quick nod and raised his hips, trembling with pain caused by the dagger, still pierced in his hip.

Without any form of preparation, Loki forced himself deep within his brother with a hard thrust and started to move. Shivers of pleasure ran down his spine as he heard the god of thunder cry and scream in pain.

He kept rocking his hips back and forth, using the blood from Thor's torn inner walls as a lubricant. He watched as the red liquid dripped down onto the table, soaking his knees in blood.

Thor cried and sobbed with a confusing smile slowly appearing on his face.

It hurt. Gods it hurt so bad. He whined, while thankful for his baby brother to hold his legs as he could not feel them anymore. His eyes fluttered, his mind racing from pleasure to frustration, to complete and utter humiliation.

'Look at me.' Loki hissed, forcing his brother to fully experience their 'love-making'.

Thor hardly heard his voice over the sound of his own moans, hisses and cries.

'Look at me!' Loki screamed, taking hold of the dagger and pushing it even further within Thor's hip till it hit his bone. The action rewarded him with a despaired and painful scream, his brother's eyes, blurred by tears, now staring straight at him.

'Good boy.' He panted, leaning in for a sloppy kiss.

Thor eagerly leaned into the touch of affection as he felt he was getting close. Just a little more… just a few more thrusts and all would be over…!

'Have you ever heard of a blood eagle?' Loki whispered in his ear, stopping his motion completely.

'W-what…?' Thor stumbled in desperation, his body shivering.

'A blood eagle.' Loki repeated as he pulled out with a moan.

'N-no…' Thor cried. 'P-please… You promised.'

'I know, and I shall fulfil that promise.' He conjured another dagger and placed its tip between Thor's collarbones. 'Just not right now.'

Loki's sudden changing mood left Thor speechless. 'You promised…' He mumbled in a whispered. 'YOU PROMISED!'

Just how much longer? How much longer did he had to go through all the humiliation of begging and pleading for his own sibling to take him and free him from this insane and nauseating lust. Just how many more times did he have to forsake his pride for his brother to be satisfied.

'A blood eagle, Thor.' Loki spoke, continuing the sudden change of subject. 'Your ribs severed from your spine, your lungs pulled through the open wound to create a pair of beautiful red… wings.' He pierced Thor's skin with his dagger, slowly moving it down his upper body. 'And my Seiðr… keeping you alive, conscious for you to experience it all.'

'NO!' Thor screamed in terror and frustration, pulling at his restraints with all his might as his maniac brother kept slashing into his chest.

A sudden loud noise, followed by a heavy tremor made the God of Mischief lose his balance. He dropped the dagger and clenched on to Thor's shoulders as he nearly fell to the ground.

'My lord!' A man called for Loki as he barged into the room.

'What?!' Loki nearly screamed. His voice distorted to the point where Thor no longer recognized it as his brother's.

'Trouble my lord! The main entrance! It has been breached!'

'That is not possible!' The raven got off the table and quickly buckled up his pants.

'I am afraid it is so. A man and two women. One of then is…' the man stopped his stumbling sentence.

'One of the is- what?!' Loki hissed.

'The queen of Asgard, my lord. Lady Frigga, she is here.'

NOTES:

Kudos for you! You've made it through 15 pages of humiliation and me and my twisted mind are truly thankful for that!

I am currently writing the next chapter for 'All I did for you.' It is almost finished and you can expect it to be uploaded soon! After that, I'll be working on a chapter for this story again.

Now I would like to ask you a final question, what was your 'favorite' torture scene up until now and why? I am very curious and it would really mean a lot to me if you could let me know!

I thank you and wish you all a very fond farewell.