Author's Note: Greetings. I don't know what to say. So - onto the story!
Chapter 2: A Nap And A Vow
Loki awoke on a strange bed and a stranger looking down at him.
"Hi." the stranger said.
"Good morrow," he replied. It was best to make friends with the mortals, maybe they could help him. Plus, he wasn't in the mood for more fighting, not after Jotunheim. He remembered it then. A Frost Giant grabbed his arm and it didn't blacken it-it... no. Not the time. He would think about the alarming advancement later. He told himself he didn't want to fight because he had no weapons.
"You should go back to sleep." The...healer, said.
That sounded nice, actually.
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Thor was in his chambers. Pondering the ways in which he could convince his father to bring Loki back to Asgard. He could think of none. He was never good with words, that was Loki's area of expertise.
He had pleaded with Heimdall but to no avail. Odin had sworn him to not let Thor travel to Midgard.
All his father told him was 'you have to be worthy of Mjolnir again for Loki to return' and that he was on Midgard, as weak and defenseless as any Midgardian. And, Thor had realized - with the same lifespan as any Midgardian, he had but a few decades to help his brother.
But, still, he vowed. "Loki, brother, I vow to become worthy of Mjolnir again to ensure your safe return. Even if it costs me my life."
And he started sorting his things for a quest to become worthy.
Author's Note: Feel free to review!