Annar's eyes fluttered open as his black prison let in blinding light. Blinking, he saw a slender figure enter and the dark room was illuminated by the soft glow of starlight. His half-sister, Astraea stood before him, shimmering in her justice form, the two-winged staff she carried gripped firmly in her hand.

"My brother, Loki, prince of the gods, and the god of magic and mischief, wishes to speak with you." She said, her tone hard and cold. She bore a special hate for him, as he had murdered her mother in cold blood. As her position as the goddess of starlight and justice, she could do no more that fairly decide his punishment after trial.

Loki stepped in behind her, thanking Astraea with a nod of his head. The goddess left, the door closing behind her shimmering figure.

"I didn't think you would wish to see me after all I had done to you." Annar admitted after an awkward silence. Loki looked at him, not knowing how to truly feel.

"Father said you were an accident, but he was not unfaithful to my mother." He stated, hoping for an answer. Annar snorted, sitting up from his position on the ground.

"Unlike you, I was not born from love, good feelings, or by copulation. My mother, the one you killed, was angered by father's indifference to her. Through magic and pure hate, I was born, only a son to father due to him being the root of my mother's distress. That prank you pulled upon my birth into Valhalla killed her, and was no doubt a relief to father. He hated her as soon as she had revealed I was being made. He tried to stay away, but that only made her anger worse and the faster I grew. Unlike you, I was born, already 8 seasons old. Although you are older in age, I am older in maturity. I am your older brother, Loki." He bared his teeth in a growl. "Your older, accidental, half-brother." He added bitterly.

Loki couldn't say anything, but only collapsed to his knees and embraced Annar.

"I truly am sorry... Please forgive me now. Your bitterness and hatred still consumes you."

Annar laughed.

"You ask that of me which I cannot so easily give." He said, hanging loosely in his half-brother's embrace.

"I have forgiven you." Loki replied quietly.

Annar said nothing, but the tears sliding down his face said everything and more.

Thor let out a howl of rage. For an entire week, it had been raining non-stop. It was heavy and reports of floods were arriving at the castle everyday. He flipped over a small table in his room, not caring what broke and what was ruined. He wanted Loki- he needed him.

Volstagg stood at his friend's apparent anger.

"Calm yourself, dear friend." He said, placing a cautious hand on Thor's shoulder. The Prince shrugged it off instantly.

"Be calm? Be calm?!" He exclaimed in disbelief. Pulling out the drawing Fenrir had recovered from Annar's chambers, he shook it in Volstagg's face. "My beloved could be dead at the hands of this servant! My beautiful, gentle, magical Loki. My fair sorcerer! A god! Killed! Dead! This rain, oh, this cursed rain." He cried out, covering his hands with his face as he leaned against a cold, rain-battered window, heaving dry-sobs at the thought of his Loki dead or lost in the rain. His father had been adamant about Thor not going on his search party in such dangerous weather.

Volstagg picked up the drawing Thor had dropped in his distress. He looked upon it again, frowning. Even though he did not trust the sorcerer fully, he was still much too precious to lose. Especially if Thor depended on him so heavily.

Laufey had been waiting for Loki outside of the black prison. It had no windows or any visible door. Of course, only magic could open and close it. Once inside, the prisoner's powers were stripped of them and they could hear nor see anything from outside the black walls.

The a door appeared and Loki stepped out, escorted by Astraea, who had returned to her younger, starlight form.

"Son, we must talk in private."

It had been an additional three days before the rain eased, no longer thundering and grey. It was a normal type of rain, the kind that didn't destroy everything with torrents of water. Instantly, Thor went to his father.

"Father," He said, bowing. "Please, let me go out and find him."

Odin looked at his only son, the blonde who was kneeling before his throne, composed, but desperation rolling off of him in enormous tidal waves. The King sighed, and reluctantly nodded at his son.

"You may, but if he is not to be found, then do not become discouraged, my son. Return home within four days."

Loki followed his father out onto a balcony that showed the beautiful stars and swirls of the galaxy all around them.

"There is much to say, but it is up to you whether or not we have the time to talk." Laufey said, standing tall at the railing, hands holding each other behind his back.

"Am I to choose to remain here or to return to Asgard?" Asked the god of mischief and magic quietly. His blue-skinned father nodded, turning to look at him with his ruby red eyes. "Should you choose to return to Asgard, we will not be able to meet again till you die, or until there is ice and frost upon Asgard. Your sister may visit you wherever there is starlight and justice. You also may not have any of your previous memories restored till you return to Valhalla." He explained.

Loki nodded.

"Should I stay?" He asked.

"Then your memories will be restored and you shall take up your duties as a full-fledged god, being present wherever magic and mischief may linger. You will enjoy eternal love and peace, however," Laufey paused, lifting a questioning brow. "I think our familial love is not what you long for most." Loki blushed and looked down, seeing not only Asgard, but numerous other planets, planets he was told he had lived previous lives on.

"The Asgardian Prince is... Unique. He has always managed to find you, one way or another, in all of the lives you have lived." Laufey said, touching his son's back lightly as he led him inside and up several staircases to a room filled with many reflective surfaces. Taking him to the center, Loki looked into the mirror, but did not see his face. He gasped as his beautiful Thor's face, wet and muddy like that morning only a week ago, appeared. Wind and rain flew threw his muddied hair, and Loki could tell he was riding a horse somewhere, looking incredibly worried and angry.

"He's been able to find me...?"

"Yes. Even if you two never met, wherever you were, he was drawn to you. He has crossed oceans, deserts, even universes for you, my son." Tears sprung to the pale god's viridian eyes as his father spoke. "This connection you two have... It transcends even into the next life. No one can explain it, not even, I think, your wise and beautiful mother could have explained such a thing." Laufey paused again. "But if anyone could have found an answer... It would have been her."

Loki closed his eyes and envisioned the picture of her likeness. He felt his father's love for her, and he knew it wounded him that she was gone, gone from where he could find her, and just... Gone. He couldn't remember her at all. If he had his memories...

He stood.

"I've made my decision."

It'd been four days of steady rain and sleepless nights.

Four days of searching for his beloved.

Four days of nothing.

Thor returned to the castle as commanded, head bowed in sadness. In his chambers, he striped himself of the grandeur of a jovial prince, and put that on of a hopeless, mourning prince. His attire was black, simple. It reminded him of Loki and his heart ached more.

Frigga tried to talk to him, but the Prince merely laid in front of his closed balcony doors, curled up, sobbing quietly. He knew Loki was no longer in the world.

The pain was horrible.

Odin came to him, and Sif came to him. Fandral and Fenrir came to him. Volstagg and Hogun came to him. Even his old nursemaid, the one who had helped raise him, came to him.

Then a small child came to him, the son of a visiting lord.

With green eyes.

Pale skin.

Black hair.

The child patted his back and looked at him with an innocence that reminded him of Loki. Yet he knew his Loki was still not there and he cried even more.

The boy sat next to his head and lifted it into his small lap, playing with Thor's hair, braiding it, twisting it, brushing it.

"Mama says if someone loves us as much as we love them, they'll come back from wherever they were, or that we'll find them." He said, his voice soft. "Until they come back, I can love you." Offered the child. Thor lifted his heavy head, several blonde braids sticking up in every direction. He sniffed and wiped his tears and mucus away.

"Thank you, young one... I will accept your love until they return." He said, rising and picking up the boy, ruffling the soft black hair as he walked them out of his chambers.

They played till it was time for the child to sleep, so Thor kissed him upon his brow and promised the child a lesson in archery.

"Son," Odin appeared and looked at his son from the doorway of the now empty playroom. "Come with me."

They went to the throne room which was empty, save for them.

"Do you wish to continue searching? Or have you lost hope?" Odin asked. Thor was surprised. He had expected his father to yell at him, try to shake some sense into him. Tell him to act like the Crown Prince of Asgard. He couldn't speak as his father looked at him questioningly. So he did something also quite uncharacteristic of himself.

He fell into his father's arms, crying lightly as the King stroked his back.

From the main doors, Frigga, Fandral, Fenrir, Sif, Hogun, and Volstagg all entered. They circled around their distraught Prince, friend, son, and brother, embracing him and giving him the love and support he needed.

Soon, he quieted and accepted being passed from one pair of arms to another, letting everyone embrace him, kiss him, and reassure him. Sif's embrace was the longest. She knew his love was strong, real, and how it pained him. She too shared tears with him, for she also loved Loki for giving his brother bliss in the short time they had been together.

Oh please, Loki, don't be dead. Please return to us. She prayed while holding her strong brother close.

"This is your final decision, my son?" Laufey asked. Loki nodded.

"You will not be able to change your mind." He warned and his son nodded again.

"I have made my decision, father."

Laufey nodded and put his hand to Loki's cheek, hesitating before he touched the pale skin. Slowly, Loki's skin turned blue, swirls of patterns rising, and as he blinked, his eyes flashed green, then red.

"You now look like a god."

The throne room's torches went out and the company inside was surrounded by pitch black. They let out cries of alarm as suddenly, the room was illuminated by starlight, which was strange considering there were no windows in the room. Two shimmering figures floated down from the center of the room, coming down to stand on the throne itself, the larger figure holding something in its arms as it sat, while the smaller one took a place beside the now-occupied chair.

As their eyes adjusted, Fandral and Fenrir immediately kneeling when they saw the blue man sitting in Odin's chair. The rest followed, Thor kneeling before looking up again. The smaller figure was that of a young girl, who smiled at him, while the blue man stood.

These were Æsirs before him.

"I am Laufey, king of the gods, or Æsirs, as you Asgardians call us. Rise, King Odin, Queen Frigga, Prince Thor, Princess Sif, Lord Fandral, Lord Fenrir, Volstagg the Mighty, and Hogun the Valiant." Laufey commanded, his voice booming.

Odin was the first to stand, then the rest followed his lead.

"My son, Loki-" Thor's heart stopped at the mention of his beloved. What Fandral and Fenrir spoke of was true!

"My son, Loki, was put into this world through sad events. Events that Lord Fandral and Lord Fenrir were able to discover. Too late, I must say though." Said the god, looking at the brothers who bowed their heads in shame. "Prince Loki, returned to us in Valhalla two weeks ago, reborn to us in his celestial form as the god of magic and mischief. He was given the choice to stay with us and have his memories returned, or to return to Asgard to live out the rest of his earthly life before joining us in Valhalla once again." The god paused, turning his attention to Thor whose heart was beating fast and tears threatening to spill from his blue eyes.

A loud cry came from the bundle in Laufey's arms.

"Prince Thor, my son has chosen to return to Asgard, to live out the rest of his earthly life with you, and when you both die, you, your children, and all those who stand in this throne room now, shall join us in Valhalla where you will experience eternal joy, peace, and love." Laufey said as he stood, taking one end of the cloth that wrapped up the bundle and letting the rest fall to the floor.

A small blue child dropped onto his hands and knees, standing naked before them. He looked at his surroundings, turning, and as he turned, he grew taller and taller, his skin turning pale and his eyes went from red to green. His black hair kept growing till it had gone from the nape of his neck, to the small of his back. Finally, Laufey threw the cloth around him, and it transformed into flowing, dark blue robes.

Loki stood before them, as beautiful, and as innocent as before.

Thor nearly fell to the ground as he stumbled to get to him. Loki ran towards him too, meeting him halfway as they embraced and kissed each other. Finally, Loki let out a small strangled sound, head coming to rest on Thor's shoulder, pushing his face into the Prince's neck, while the blonde threaded his fingers through the long raven hair and bowed his head to inhale the sweet scent of his fair sorcerer.

Everyone watched with fondness and tears in their eyes, but Laufey had a limited time to talk.

"King Odin, I trust to you my son. Keep him safe and ensure he will know how to rule alongside your son. Do not worry, for he will produce for your son heirs." He turned to Frigga. His expression softened, for he saw that his wife's power still resided in those who loved their family. "My son has not known a mother for a long time. Take care of him as though he were your own." He asked. Frigga nodded, bowing. "I will love him as I love Thor and Sif, King Laufey."

Satisfied, he then turned to the brothers, and their giant of a friend and the silent one.

"Fandral, you have proven yourself worthy of my son's friendship. Protect and love him as you would your brother. Fenrir, you are a good man, and strong. I've felt worries within you, but should ever need advice, come to Loki. Hogun, you are wise for you do not speak unless there is need to. Serve my son well. Volstagg, lay your apprehensions and suspicions to rest. There are no traitors in this room, least of all my son."

He then turned to the Princess, who curtseyed. But it was not Laufey who spoke.

"Princess Sif, please take care of my brother. I love him with all my being and it has hurt so much to see him in distress. You share a great bond with him, and I expect you to be there to guide him where he is lost. Help him always and I will bestow unto you the greatest gifts upon your arrival in Valhalla." Astraea said, stepping forward, her eyes shining.

Loki let go of Thor and ran back to his father and sister, embracing them, holding onto them tightly. They too held him, saying reassuring words and kissing his cheeks. "I love you." Loki said to the both of them.

"I'll always be in the stars should you ever need my comfort and love." Astraea promised. "And I shall be here every winter." Laufey added. Loki smiled and then let go, hesitating, but returned to Thor's warm embrace anyways.

"Loki, step away from Prince Thor." His father commanded. Loki did as he had asked and went to stand between Frigga and Sif, holding their hands in his own.

Thor bowed before the god and goddess.

Astraea shimmered, transforming into her beautiful justice form. Fenrir's mouth dropped as she beckoned him, his brother, Volstagg, and Hogun forward.

"To Lord Fandral, we present to you this sword. It shall never break and may call upon to powers of light to help you defeat any foe, so long as your intentions are pure."

"To Lord Fenrir, this bow whose string will never snap, and this quiver of arrows that shall never empty. It has been blessed by Tyr, the god of war, with perfect aim so you may never miss a target."

"To Volstagg the Mighty, a quarterstaff that shall never break, and may call upon the power of the wind for help."

"To Hogun the Valiant, two maces that can break anything should you wish."

Astraea looked to Princess Sif again.

"It is unusual for a female Asgardian to practice fighting." Sif bristled at this, unable to help it. "However, should there be a time when you need to openly use your skills, please use this dagger. Do not be fooled, for it will grow into a full sword when you unsheathe it. It shall never dull nor chip."

Laufey looked pleased as his daughter stepped back. The warriors accepted their weapons gratefully, bowing. Thor, although he had not received any weapons, bowed as well.

"I request that everyone, including my son and daughter, leave this chamber." Laufey commanded.

No one argued as they filed out, leaving the throne room.

Leaving Laufey and Thor alone.

A/N: My vacation to Las Vegas was wonderful, thanks for asking (as if any of you really cared- all you want is Thorki feels! But I really can't blame you.)

So this chapter was much longer and... Yeah. Omg, like I think the bestowing of weapons was hella cheesy, but meh. It's going to be important for the sequel~ Dun dun dunnnnnn.

I mentioned in this chapter (and the last one I think) that Loki had lived previous lives on different planets. Maybe I'll do a couple of spin-off oneshots because that sounds like hella fun to write. But idk.

I've also decided to add the winner of the couple name contest in the next chapter. I originally wanted to put them into this chapter, but I decided not to. Chapter 13 just has to be special since it's my lucky number after all (it's my lucky number because my brother and I were born on the 13th of our birth months, him on 10/13 and myself on 3/13 and 10 [October] and 3 [March] add up to 13 when added together. We were also born on the 13th floor of the same hospital soooooo...) I'll be messaging the winner as soon as this chapter is up. Which it now has been. So. I've messaged the winner.

I missed you guys.

Also, thank you to all the nice reviews I got on my SMUTTY ONESHOT *hinthint to you smut-lovers* I can't write smut for shit, but if you haven't looked at it, go ahead and do so please and give me critique, cause lord knows I need it.

Ahhhhh, well I think that's all I wanted to talk about.

The next chapter should be up in 3 days (it'll be the last full chapter) and then the last chapter will be up shortly after it.

I'm so happy I've managed to finish a fanfiction (since everything is basically written). But more on my feels later.

Ciao~

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