"Baby Mine" belongs to Bette Midler, Frank Churchill, Ned Washington, and Disney.
(Warning: Blood in this chapter!)
Bodies, too many for Thor to count. Bodies that laid on top of each other, some on their bellies, backs, all facing different directions. Some laying towards the left, to the right, some facing Thor and Loki. Loki whimpered and clung tighter than he already was to Thor's pajamas and Thor adjusted his grip once Loki started to slip.
"Th-Thor." Loki stuttered.
"Shh, shh, sweetheart." Thor did his best to soothe the younger. "I know, I know."
"Dumbo song." Loki whispered, he just needed something more to comfort him.
"Okay Loki, I'll sing, I'll sing." Thor assured Loki. He took a deep breath and started walking.
Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
Never to part, baby of mine.
Something grabbed onto Thor's left leg and the boy did his best not to scream and scare Loki further than he already. Thor wiggled his leg free as fast as he could and didn't look at what grabbed him in the first place, he didn't want to anyways.
Little one, when you play,
Pay no heed what they say.
Let your eyes sparkle and shine,
Never a tear, baby of mine.
Blood trinkled down the leaves and down onto Thor's head. The boy hesitated before slowly looking up and gagged at was making blood drip down the tree in the first place. A struggle happened in Thor's throat as he tried to keep the vomit down. Once he knew he was safe from vomiting, Thor continued on.
If they knew all about you,
They'd end up loving you too.
All those same people who scold you,
What they'd give just for the right to hold you.
Thor finally made it to the end, or at least he hoped was the end of all the bodies of innocents who were brutally murdered by no doubt the man that Thor had trapped in the front train car.
From your hair down to your toes,
You're not much, goodness knows.
But you're so precious to me,
Sweet as can be, baby of mine.
As Thor finished the song in the slow and calm pace that he started, Loki was asleep curled up in the eldest's arms. And as the sun got higher in the sky, Thor left the area. He hoped that the man would be found, arrested, and locked up for life. None of the people who worked or was a passenger on the train deserved this to happen to any of them. Even if he couldn't do anything himself, he hoped that the people could at least get a happy ending by their killer being brought in. Thor placed a gentle kiss on the top of Loki's head, then wiped the tears away that he failed to realize were there.
"Baby of mine."