The artificial voice of Stark's computer system announced my arrival, but not as Loki Laufeyson but as Loki Odinson. The surname to which I had long disregarded, shaking away the impending thoughts I looked straight ahead and tried to remain strong as the metallic doors opened to the room. The man who had played such a major role Eira's life stood from his sofa, peering over my shoulder, undoubtedly looking for Eira, and I knew I would meet his rage, and deep inside I knew I deserved it.

"Loki, where is Eira?" I shook my head for the words would not come, my silvertongue failing me.

"Where is she?" His voice lowered as he walked toward me, a murderous glint in his eyes, and with that look I felt like he could truly end me, with rage that could kill a god. But if you hurt my little girl I will put you through hell and back. I stood there prepared to feel his wrath, and he unleashed it eyes flaring with anger as he pushed me back into the wall, fist drawn back.

"You son of a bitch, where is my little girl?"

"They took her." It was a gasp, for I was close to breaking down.

"Who the fuck is they?"

"Th…Thanos."

His fist released the lapels of my coat, the resentment seething from him. Who would have ever thought that I could fear the very man that I had once thrown out the window of the very room that we were standing in. The tension hung thick in the air, the impending silence asphyxiating.

"Explain yourself."

All this things I welled up inside of me, what was I becoming? A fountain of emotions? Pathetically weak? Both? My jaw went taut as I sucked in a deep breath, not daring to look him in the eye.

"I am not going to lie…" Stark rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Well isn't that fucking surprise."

Old malicious thoughts passed through my mind, oh how I could snap his neck within a blink of an eye, and not even gain a scratch in the process and just like that the concern seemed to drain away from my voice and was like I was driven by hatred once more, and I was. It was hatred for the being that had put me in this situation.

"As I was saying, her life is in danger, for all I know she could be dead," No, no, she wasn't dead, why was I even saying such things. "The being that gave me the power to conquer your miserable realm has her within his grasp, he seeks the tesseract to unleash his wrath upon your world and if he gets it you will not survive. Now as much as we both want Eira back alive there are larger issues to deal with right now." No there isn't Eira is everything, she is my priority, and she is my everything.

"You rat bastard, she fucking trusted you and look where it got her!" I know I know she did and I am a fool for letting her.

"I did not come here to start another war! I did not come with ill intentions. I came to seek you and your teams help, because no one is safe now."

He turned and walked away, looking out the window shoulder rising and falling rapidly.

"I'll call for a conference, get your shit together and be ready." I did not allow my face to hold any emotion, but in a way that was an emotion, internally this Tony reminded me so much of Eira, she had his headstrong and passionate yet stubborn compassionate attitude; though not by blood their relationship was strong, far from that of mine and Odin's.

"We meet tomorrow 0700, try any funny shit and I'll kill you myself."

I smirked, "Is that a challenge Anthony Stark?"

"Maybe I should just kill you now?"

I stood on the balcony overlooking the city I had once destroyed, these Midgardians were strong, and their willpower was admirable. A faint voice whispered to me, weak, tired and broken. Eira.

Loki, please, my body is broken, my spirit fractured. Please take me away, save me, please my love.

Looking to the stars a single tear rolled down my cheek. Love, I need you to be strong a little while longer, I'm coming, and when I do, I will leave desolation in my path until I have you by my side.

Their moon was full, the light emitting a soft glow; I closed my eyes and pictured her in front of me; skin glowing, soft, long, brown curls framing her delicate and angelic face, a rosy blush on her cheeks and lips supple and indulgent. Turning back to the living area the lights had been shut off, all was quiet. Sighing I brought myself to the room in which I had held Eira in my arms, where I comforted her after the horrors of her past flashed through her mind, where I first realized that I loved her. Sentiment.

Everything was pristine, neat and in order, the only thing that didn't belong was the small picture on the nightstand. I picked it up, already knowing what it was. We looked happy and carefree, everything that we weren't in the current moment. The words still clearly printed on the back. Sorry, I am sorry for everything. And now I was still sorry, I dropped the picture to the ground and slumped back to the wall, sliding down to the floor. My weakness is that I care too much.

Never had I regretted something so much, my back was bruised and bloodied, my wrists ached as they were chained to a post above my head, holding up my lip body. They had flogged my back till the skin tore and bled and when it would begin to scab over they would begin again. My body had the strength of an Asgardian, if not for that I would be dead, but still I was weak and exhausted. I could barely move without screaming, every breath was painful. Loki, please, my body is broken, my spirit fractured. Please take me away, save me, please my love.

There was no response, my throat was dry, my heart hurt, my legs shaking and my eyes sore.

Death would be generous, and at this point I would embrace it as an old friend.

Love, I need you to be strong a little while longer, I'm coming, and when I do, I will leave desolation in my path until I have you by my side. How much longer would I have to endure this, how could I possibly withstand another day of this torment? I leaned into the post to which I was chained, slumping against it, trying to recover in the slightest but when footsteps sounded behind me my body tensed. Not this shit again.