The plan was set in stone many days prior to this one. As soon as Thor and Jane had been given shelter in an inn on the easternmost side of Asgard, their planning began. Sif and the Warriors had started recruiting those who remained loyal to Odin's house and those who simply despised the reign of Loki so far. They plotted deep in the night under the protective eye of Heimdall. They filtered through schemes and plans like filtering waters from a stream.

It wasn't until Thor began speaking with Sàga that he could actually begin to think up a plan. This plan was the one they would carry out tonight. After relieving the majority of the loyal guards of their posts for the evening, Thor and his men would storm the castle with little resistance. The servants would serve something heavy in the halls so as to make the court and the soldiers full and weary. Everything was going according to plan.

Thor and his loyal friends and followers were swift in their vengeance for the great King Odin AllFather. As Thor took lead and charged through the halls of the palace he called home, he was forced not to feel the emotional ties and bonds to the building he may soon have to demolish again. He had a mission to carry out first. He could be sentimental later. He was swift and silent despite his strength and size as he slunk through the ever growing shadows.

By the time he reached the inner palace halls, he was sure Sif had taken the time to prepare the warriors as he requested, ready to join him in his attack. He could see that Sif's group had indeed managed to take down the few remaining guards in the halls...impressively, there was no killing done. All of them were still alive, but they would feel their pains upon their waking. However, for the most part, their rebellion was silent and swift like a thief in the night.

The next and final stop would be left to Thor alone until he dealt with his brother. He was the only one minutely strong enough to challenge or even oppose Loki. His seidr was strong as was his will to remain in power.

When the doors to the throne room opened up, Loki was waiting for them. It seems they were not as quiet as they should have been. None of the scenarios in Thor's head really allowed for Loki to not be present though. He was prepared. He always tried to be prepared as boh his mother and father taught him to be. Loki was no different though. This should have felt good...like a victory. It didn't. To Thor's surprise, Loki snarled and charged at him first.

Usually he spoke before he challenged so he could speak his peace. He always felt it necessary to exchange words before a fight. The look on Loki's face explained everything. He looked enraged and insane. He looked at the edge of his sanity, dangling like he had been on the Bifrost. Thor had only seen that look a handful of times. He could count them on his hands, and he remembered them in great detail.

The trickster whirled himself in the air, flying towards Thor, hitting him straight in the back while he arched his hammer. Thor grunted as he toppled over, but rolled up onto his knees. He swung when Loki came to attack, but he would vanish and appear at unknown places to strike. Thor was growing winded as they continued. Even the lightning he channeled couldn't seem to hit with a finalizing blow. Soon he and Loki both were growing weaker. By the end, they were wrestling on the golden floor and pounding into each other's flesh, too weary to heave weapons or make spells.

"You will not take this from me! Not again!" Loki cried, jumping onto Thor's chest, who reacted quickly to call Mjölnir to himself.

He flung Loki away as a dagger pierced the meat of his shoulder. He hit him with Mjölnir and watched Loki sag in defeat on the golden floor. As Thor neared his brother, Loki lunged and got his finger's around Thor's throat. They once again began beating each other. Blood was flying, sweat was dripping, and they only had so much energy left to spare.

Thor, in a last effort to succeed, used all his strength to slam his hammer into the ground. Loki flew back and hit the throne with a resounding crack. Thor waited and suddenly heard a low groan echo from his throat. Thor shuffled forward in pain and shackled his brother in the memorable seidr-restricting manacles; he saw the raw hate gleaming in his eyes when Loki glanced up from under his hair. Bitter tears swam in his emerald eyes while streams burned his cheeks.

"I…hate thee," he growled like a demon.

"Tis for the best, Loki."

Loki lurched in a blind fit of rage, but he was restrained by two men from attacking Thor. "I shall never forgive thee this grievance, Thor Odinson," he roared like a maniac. "I swear it!"

"I do not need thy forgiveness, Loki," Thor said ominously, with the air of a king. But he wanted it…almost desperately. "I need only what thou hast stolen."

"Long live the King!"

Thor's friends and fellow fighters all rushed in with happy chants. It was an almost deafening roar now as they all danced and clapped. Outside, fireworks and heralding trumpets were being sounded. To the people, a King had come home. The fabled Son of Asgard had returned to Thor, however, the victory was not quite so sweet.

Loki was behind Thor, still being restrained. He was no longer trying to get away. Now he was looking around him in still shock. He looked to slowly be hyperventilating. His wild geen eyes searched the room frantically and flinched at each new decibel that was reached.

"Take him to the prisons."

"Thor!" Loki yelled as they dragged him back. "Please...don't hurt Sàga...the girl. She's innocent. Don't...make her suffer my fate. Thor! Norns, Thor! Listen to me!"

But by then Thor was already preoccupied.