River pried the sword away. She heaved it up onto her shoulder, walking over to myself and Loki. The Bifrost's activation port had been pried open. River could see the bundled wires, see their intended purpose.

She knew some quantum mechanics- she was the child of the TARDIS, after all- so she could understand a lot of what made the Bifrost what it was. She could even understand the way Morgan attached every part of one to the other. Even for all of that, River had no idea how this worked. For all its science, the rainbow bridge and the super-powered ice cube were magical in nature. Not advanced science, actual magic. River couldn't work with that.

Morgan could. Loki could. That, and they understood the science for this. Thus they worked on the device.

River walked up. She held the sword out to Morgan. The Reality Traveler stayed focused on her new project. River knew better than to interrupt Morgan's train of thought in these instances. River turned to Loki.

"Have you finished it yet?" River asked him.

"No." Loki replied. He held up a set of wires. "Morgan could you-"

"No, we can't plug those yet." Morgan pointed to the Casket then the sword sheath of the Bifrost. "See the problem?"

"Yes. Would it not be fixed with this?"

"Oh yeah! Can you reach-"

"There."

"You plug it. I'll swap them. This one is giving me trouble."

"Because they are backward."

"If they're not backward, we go kablooie. Did you wanna go kablooie?"

"It would not. Switch it around."

River glanced at the problem. "Morgan is right. That's essentially a safety mechanism keeping your bridge a bridge instead of a colorful laser." River explained. She'd seen a few of them in university, studying the various and many ways the Doctor had stopped planetary extinctions. Or caused them, in some cases. "The plan is to fix Jotunheim, not wipe them out."

"See? Freyja gets it." Morgan went back to her cords. "Even if we blast the Jotunheim with the Casket for as long as that planet needs, if I don't fix this then it'll just be a colorful laser that's cold."

River nodded, agreeing with the assessment. Loki did not nod. Loki glanced at the wires Morgan twisted in her fingers. The expression on his face often led River into trouble, more often than not.

She tightened her hold on the sword in her hand.

Loki noticed the gesture. He glanced up at her. River narrowed her eyes, raising her eyebrow. Morgan noticed nothing. She rambled about how she hadn't planned to become a cold-themed supervillain (yet).

"Oh! You got the sword." Morgan grinned at River. "Nice job."

"Here." River held it out.

Morgan pulled back. "Nah I don't need that."

"Then why did I take it?" River asked.

"So that Heimdall doesn't have it." Morgan replied. River's eyes widened, gawking at Morgan. "He'd need to fight you for it. Feel free to use a gun against him. Do you need to borrow one of mine? I have spares."

River never liked it when Morgan gave River what she wanted. Nor did she like how Loki's set expression hadn't changed. "How will we activate the Bifrost without the sword?"

"Gungnir is just as effective." Morgan replied. "Plus I trust Loki with the key to this thing more than Heimdall."

Loki snapped towards her. River watched each movement, ready for a fight.

"You said I could borrow one of yours?" River asked.

"You've signed the waivers, for sure." Morgan replied, going back to an intense focus on her project. She shrugged her shoulder, her Bag sliding off. "Just remember to replace the magazine once you're done. And if they get as much as a scratch, I'm taking it out on your ass."

River walked over to the Bag. She kept her eyes on Loki, not looking away even as she reached inside the Bag. "Any gun?"

"Yes." Morgan paused. "No. Actually. Can you not use my knockout gun? I keep meaning to put it in the weapons vault. Oh also don't touch the-"

River grabbed a gun that was painted bright pink and covered in bedazzled gems.

"YEAH NO NOT THAT ONE!"

Morgan shot upright. She ran to River's side, taking the gun and the Bag away.

"Okay. Okay. I'll get a gun for you. You stand guard with the sword-" Morgan turned to point at a nervous Loki. "-you finish that up. It's nearly done." She walked away, grumbling about mad people and acid.

River narrowed her eyes on Loki. Morgan's buttons were always so easy to push.

Loki narrowed his green eyes back River. He moved his hands towards his side. River raised the blade at him, eyebrow rising.

He stood up to his feet. River moved to stand between him and Morgan. Loki raised his hand. Gunghir formed in his grip.

"You can't stop me."

"Did you ever intend to help Jotunheim, or was the goal always mass extinction?" River asked.

Loki said nothing. His hold on the golden spear tightened.

River took it as an affirmative. "We won't let you kill them."

"Pardon me, Lady Freyja, but this is for the good of Asgard." Loki insisted. "A Vanir would not understand. Let alone be able to fight back."

River really hated this reality. At least in her home, she was feared as an assassin that would kill the Doctor. Here everyone underestimated her for her origins. Even Morgan fought with hesitation, knowing River could take her down if River really wanted.

A gunshot went off. River and Loki turned. Morgan glared at them both, a gun aimed out the Bifrost. The bullet floating harmlessly in space.

Morgan tucked the gun back in her Bag. "Stop it. We're fixing Jotunheim, and that's that. We don't have time for the luxury of a mental breakdown."

River kept the Bifrost sword raised, moving her focus back to the mad King. "It's not a breakdown, it's a betrayal."

"Okay. Good for us. Loki, could you give me the Casket?" Morgan asked, going on like nothing strange was happening. "It's okay to be installed now."

Loki lifted Gunghir. He made towards the exit. River blocked him.

"No, it's fine. Let him go." Morgan replied.

"What? We can't!" River argued. "He's going to commit mass extinction."

"He won't have the chance." Morgan replied. "I've have already fixed it."

River never liked it when Morgan said things like that. "You said it would-" River turned to her friend, immediately regretting it.

Morgan stood at the port. She took the tangled mess of wires, hanging them off her arm. She wasn't looking at River or Loki, focusing back on her work. As if she hadn't walked away just now, back on work without missing a beat.

"What the hell are you doing?!" River yelled.

"Loki won't give us the Casket. Fine." Morgan shrugged, sliding the wires over her shoulders. "We have a backup."

"No we don't!" River reminded her. "Put them down." Had Morgan gone insane as well? Digging into the magical device, rewiring it, rewiring her own brain in the process? What were the consequences of playing with magic on this scale?

No, Morgan was always like this.

Why was it that the people River held closest were so willing to become martyrs?

"I gave them my word." Morgan told her. Morgan stood, staring past River to Loki. "The Casket or me. Either way, Jotunheim is being saved."

"You would sacrifice that other planet?" Loki asked.

"They've come back from worse." Morgan dismissed. "And if I told them it was to save others? They'd give it up gladly. Just like I would."

River looked between them both. Morgan, her expression set and flat. She'd drawn her line in the sand, and bugger everyone standing against that. Loki's expression matched. River thought she saw his eyes shimmering, but that must be a trick of the magic too.

"Those monsters don't deserve it." Loki snapped.

"I think they do." Morgan replied. "So either I use the Casket, or I use me. What's it gonna be? What am I going to do, Loki?"

If River was not looking right at him, she would've missed the slight change in his face. The flash of pain, gone in less than a blink.

Loki slammed the end of the spear on the floor.

Morgan tied the wires tighter around her arm.

River slipped in a fighting stance, aiming her sword towards Loki.

As she rushed forward with her borrowed sword, Loki pulled his arm back.

==L==

The Destroyer was not made for peace. It came with one job, and one job only. To even suggest it as a vessel for peace would get you laughed out of the Nine. Legend says it was named for a warrior of old, Asgard's most powerful weapon at Odin's direction. The Destroyer served the King just as well.

That king was Loki now.

It flew past its king, flying along the Bifrost. The King named his target. The Destroyer would not stop until that foe was nothing but a scorch mark on the ground.

Loki pulled Gunghir from the Bifrost port. Morgan and Freyja stood beside it, encased in ice.

He stared at the frozen Morgan. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, really he hadn't. He had no choice. She would save Jotunheim. Loki couldn't allow that. They needed to be taken out. Loki planned to bring King Laufey and his top generals, then wipe them out at Odin's bedside. Betraying Morgan and Lady Freyja was an unfortunately unavoidable step.

Freyja's face was hard, set like a warrior about to leap to battle. Morgan's was the same as it had been in the library, towards Loki. Sympathetic, open-hearted, and full of kindness Loki knew he should not receive. She hadn't even pulled out her weapon or her magic.

Loki should not feel so bad for this. He was a monster, a beast that fed off blood and fear. He would not mourn the bond between them, nor would he miss it. Morgan would never serve him now.

I always help people. Even if I'm mad at them.

Loki winced.

He didn't need to feel bad. So what of it that Morgan said she would support him no matter what? That her opinion would not change because he was a monster, or because she hated him? Loki knew her hatred would run so deep after this betrayal. She would not help the Frost Giants now.

Maybe not. But would he hate you?

Loki braced himself. It was no use to focus on such worthless trivialities. He was a King. He had a war to stop.

Maybe. But what if he changed his mind? Because it's you.

As the King of Asgard, Loki gained many powers that he did not have before. Holding Gunghir was a mighty accomplishment, alongside the strength to master it. Loki could not only command the Destroyer but see through its eyes. Helmet? The technicalities mattered little.

Loki heard his brother. More desperate than Loki had ever heard before. Not only that, but speaking in a way that made Loki believe Morgan's words of Thor's heart.

"Brother, whatever I have done to wrong you, whatever I have done to lead you to do this, I am truly sorry. But these people are innocent. Taking their lives will gain you nothing. So take mine...and end this."

Loki twisted Gunghir in his hand.

Because they aren't all monsters, are they?

Morgan smiled at him. I love her too much to let her be hurt like that.

Loki wanted to believe it. He hated it. He hated that her words could cut so deep, vexing him to his very core being. Sif and the Warriors turned their backs even after knowing him for centuries. Morgan had known him for two days and stood by him. Worse yet, she had Seen it all before and still stood by him.

She probably saw his plan before Loki even thought of it. She still stood by him and helped him. She was willing to sacrifice a whole other planet, in the name of helping Loki.

Loki hated her.

The Destroyer lashed out.

Loki watched it make an impact on Thor's face, watched his bro- the former prince fly across the street. He landed with a hard thud, enough to kill any mortal.

Loki hated it.

But as a Frost Giant, it was in his nature.

"No!" A woman cried out. Thor's woman? Down on Midgard three days, and he finds a woman?

"It's over."

"No. It's not over."

"I mean, you're safe."

"We're safe."

"It's over."

"No. No."

Loki agreed. He hasn't wanted Thor dead. Thor was the one that could do it, who could end them all. He wanted to stop Sif and the Warriors not- not Thor. Never Thor.

Was this another curse of his true blood?

Loki only caused a worse mess than he started with.

All at once, a man rushed out to drag the woman away. Loki could barely hear her cries over the roaring thunder.

Thunder?

Impossible.

The Destroyer turned, looking back at the former Thunderer. Dark gray clouds began forming in the sky. They swirled, focusing on one spot.

Loki wished he remembered his father's words, as he first cast Thor out. Loki was too focused on his own turmoil to pay attention.

"Oh. My. God."

Indeed.

Loki watched through the Destroyer's eyes as Thor's hammer returned to him. The Destroyer, seeing its target rise, prepared to strike again.

"Stop." Loki ordered. "N-no stop!"

But the Destroyer did not stop. It had an enemy, and that enemy still stood.

Loki could only watch in dismay as the Destroyer fought Thor. Thor, back in his Asgardian armor and full power. The clouds swirled above them in a storm.

Thor always liked making storms.

Loki squeezed tight to Gunghir. He missed the sounds of ice creaking. Instead, Loki heard Mjolnir slamming against the Destroyer.

The ice creaked again.

Loki braced himself. He wanted to stay strong, even as he watched his brother fight his foe. His enemy.

He would slay the monsters down where they stood

Loki heard the ice this time. He turned to it. Behind him, the ice around Morgan glowed.

Her glow. Her magic, golden glow.

The Destroyer took another blow.

Ice fell off Morgan. Light shined out from it.

Loki squinted away from it.

He heard explosions. One of metal and rock, of a crashing impact between them and the fire resulting from it. One of glass shattering- falling to the floor in chunks of various sizes.

A hand touched him. Loki reeled back from it, aiming Gunghir at her.

Morgan grabbed the end. Loki stilled. Morgan walked closer, still keeping hold of the spear.

Loki tried to lash out.

Morgan's hand glowed.

Loki felt more than saw the magic on his skin. It encased him. Loki could not fly forward to attack. The magic did not feel like his. It reminded him of the warmth of Jotunheim, held under her shield. A spot of warmth amongst the cold.

Loki couldn't look away from her.

Magic stuck on her skin. The golden hue of it reflected off the golden walls, making her even brighter. It contrasted the black of her hair, complimented the amber of her eyes. She reminded him of the angel in that portrait earlier.

She looked tired.

The magic on him faded. Loki sunk to his knees, clutching Gungir as a lifeline. Morgan fell as well, barely able to catch herself on one knee.

"HEIMDALL!"

Morgan's hand glowed again.

Loki's eyes widened. "No stop-"

Her magic flashed out. It hit Lady Freyja in her frozen state. Ice shattered again.

Her eyes fluttered, swaying on that one knee.

"Morgan!" Loki gasped. He pushed himself forward, Gunghir leaving his grip. Loki caught Morgan. Gunghir could stand on it's own.

Morgan fell forward. Loki held her.

"HEIMDALL!"

"Morgan?" Loki asked. Noises were coming from around him. Loki paid them no mind. Morgan could be dying. Wasting all that magic and energy on that escape? She should have just stayed in there where Loki couldn't kill her! "Morgan?"

Her eye squinted open, closing just as fast.

"Morgan are you alright?" Loki asked. Begged? He would have begged if he could know he hadn't killed her. He already killed one person without meaning today, Loki would not accept another. "Morgan?"

Her lips curled in a smile. "Hey."

Loki thought only a madwoman would smile as they were dying. "Morgan."

"HEIMDALL IF YOU CAN HEAR ME WE NEED YOU NOW!"

Loki heard more fighting behind him. He looked up, seeing Freyja fighting a now free Heimdall. The two battling over the Bifrost sword. Loki looked back down at Morgan. Her chest rose with faint breaths, but it was weak and slow. Loki's heart raced so hard he couldn't feel her pulse.

"Morgan please." Loki whispered.

She wheezed out a breath.

"Nonono, no stay. Come on." Loki moved his hand, feeling her cheek. There was no warmth there. Her magic broke her free, but the ice of the Casket ran deep. "Your magic- it could do it. Why did you waste it?"

Morgan only smiled.

Loki knew the answer she would give.

The Casket, or me.

What am I gonna use, Loki?

She would insist on using her own power. If Loki refused to share the Casket, then Morgan would sacrifice herself and the planet to save them. For Loki. Because Morgan believed the Frost Giants held value, that they were more than monsters. Because of Loki.

Loki pressed his forehead to hers.

A weak breath came out of Morgan's mouth. Loki got the impression she would speak to him if she had the strength. Or maybe she'd been laughing.

"I have to destroy the Jotunheim." Loki replied. "I have to."

If Loki proved himself, he would finally gain Odin's favor. A Frost Giant proving his mettle, that he wasn't as monstrous as the rest of his race. Thor thought too small, restarting a battle that had been going for a thousand years. Longer than Loki had been alive. If Loki wiped them all out at once, he would be praised as the best king Asgard ever crowned.

He just needed to kill them all.

Just open the Bifrost, let it tear the planet apart. It would be fast. Faster than even any Asgardian could do it. That's all it would take. Loki could do it.

But Morgan would fight him.

Freyja would fight by her side.

Loki couldn't bring himself to hurt them.

But he needed to kill them

Every last Frost giant alive

Or- or what was the point of him? What use did Loki have?

Why was Loki the lesser brother?

Why could he not ever be good enough?

Would they finally accept Loki, if he did this?

Or would they cast him out on a frozen rock, as the last did?

A cold hand grabbed him- the barest hints of warmth growing as Loki returned the hold.

"Stop!" Freyja yelled. "He's still banished!"

"I do not answer to you!" Heimdall yelled back.

"Then you'll lose!" Freyja shouted.

Loki lowered Morgan to the ground. She looked half dead. Loki pulled the Casket back out. He turned to the Bifrost port.

He had to destroy the Jotunheim

He had to kill every last Frost Giant that could stand against Asgard

There was no other way

Unless...maybe...

==L==

Being frozen solid can officially be struck from the bucket list.

Thoughts came and went slowly. My healing ability definitely helped here. If I didn't have it, I would be dead.

My magic helped. Being frozen, then using up so much magic, exhausted me.

But there's still more to do before I can sleep.

Loki

I pushed myself upright. When I checked, River Song was being thrown against the wall. The sword fell from her hands, clattering on the ground.

Heimdall went for it.

"No-" I tried to stand. Falling forward, I could barley brace myself. My shoulder hit the metal floor hard.

I groaned. Slamming into metal hurt. This was one of my worst ideas.

Why did I do this?

"Morgan!"

Ah that's why

"Loki!" I looked up, trying to catch sight of him.

Loki stood up by the Bifrost port. The Casket in his grip.

It's not fair

I didn't want it to happen

I never did

But I can't- I can't stop this

I can feel it in my bones.

We have to bring them back

Heimdall shouted out in pain. Following the sound, River held a sword again. Heimdall on the ground, groaning in pain.

"River." I called out.

River turned to me.

"Go!"

Loki ran down the stairs. The Casket being left on the ground by the stairs. He knelt at my side, pressing his palm against my head. "Morgan?"

I wheezed. Healing was coming but everything was sore. "I can't..." I wheezed again. "...leave them...on my planet..."

They had to come back

I don't want Loki to think I'm betraying him

I'm just getting dangerous people off of Earth

The Bifrost opened. Loki and I turned to it. River held the sword in place. She kept the Bifrost aimed at the planet.

Loki reached to hold my shoulder. He gripped it tight. Yeah it may be in pain, so what? This was fine. I was feeling better already.

In fact...yeah I'm going to stand up. As I tried getting up on my feet, Loki grabbed my hand. He made sure I did not fall.

"I'm sorry." I told him. "I-"

Loki hushed me. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." I squeezed his hand. "I am." Saying that, I smiled at him to let him know I really was okay.

Loki's expression was not a smile. It was a fearful frown.

"Morgan! Could you stop ogling and help!" River called out.

"How do I help right now?!" I replied. "Seriously. How!"

River huffed. She nodded at the sword. "How long do I hold it?"

"Until they show up!"

"You actually wanted them to come back?" River asked. "Really?"

"You wanted them stuck on Earth?" I countered.

River's reply was lost.

A bright flash went off in the Observatory. Loki raised his arm, moving his body from it. The light was blocked from my face. I still knew who came.

"Take him to the infirmary!" Thor commanded. "Leave my brother to me."

Loki quickly let go of me. He grabbed Gunghir, glaring towards his brother. My stance wobbled but I quickly caught myself.

River came towards me. The Warriors and Sif were collecting Heimdall.

I shook my head.

"You need healing." River instated.

I shook my head.

"You can't-"

"Do you trust me?" I asked.

River stopped. Her eyes widened as she stared back at me. "Against my better judgement."

"Then you go." I asked. "But give me the sword."

River did so. She held the end of the sword and my hand. "You better survive this."

I grinned. "Doc's not gonna believe this."

River laughed. "Nor that you did it first." River rushed off with the Warriors.

I went to the Bifrost, grabbing the cast aside Casket. With the brothers watching, I slammed the Casket atop the device while sliding in the sword.

In the movie, this action created a death laser frozen in place. It created a tree of ice not unlike Yggdrasil.

Here? It made a cold ray.

The Observatory glowed blue as the Bifrost fired out. Even the room chilled as the power built up.

But it was working.

It fucking worked.

"You can't stop it." Loki warned Thor. "The Bifrost will build until it rips Jotunheim apart."

What

No

That's not even-

That's literally the opposite

Loki what are you doing

Thor ran up to the sword, to smash it.

Loki used Gunghir. A blast of magic knocked Thor back.

My hands loosened on the sword. The Bifrost sword shook, trying to fly out. I gripped it again, pushing it back down.

"Why have you done this?" Thor shouted.

"To prove to Father, that I am a worthy son!" Loki snapped. "When he wakes, I will have destroyed that race of monsters. And I will be the true heir to the throne!"

"Loki what are you doing!" I asked, looking over my shoulder. "This wasn't the Plan!"

"You can't kill an entire race!" Thor scolded.

"Why not?" Loki asked, looking genuinely confused. "And what is this newfound love for the Frost Giants? You?" Loki walked towards his brother. He still held Gunghir.

I couldn't follow. Not to stop the fight, or to join it. If I let go of the sword or the Casket, they would break and Jotunheim would fall.

Loki would fall

He would anyway if I don't stop this

So what's more important?

Jotunheim, or Loki?

Fuck

"Who could have killed them all with your bare hands." Loki challenged his brother.

"I've changed." Thor argued.

"So have I." Loki used the head of Gunghir to slap Thor's face. "Now, fight me." He swung the spear.

It collided with Thor's side. He went flying to the ground, sliding across the room.

The Casket

It's power was so immense

It started to freeze the Bifrost sword in place.

And my own hands.

"I never wanted the throne!" Loki cried out. He marched to Thor's side. "I only ever wanted to be your equal."

Thor pushed himself to his feet. "I will not fight you, brother!"

"I'm not your brother. I never was!" Loki yelled back.

I've already used so much Equestrian magic

If I use it anymore...who knows what could happen?

What are the consequences of using this much Equestrian magic out of it's normal reality?

Would I be willing to risk it?

"Loki, this is madness!" Thor pleaded.

"Is it madness? Is it? Is it?" Loki hissed. Even in the now dark light of the Observatory, the tears in his eyes shined.

Yes I would

"Yes." I replied. Golden magic came to my palms again. The ice around my hands melted. Free, I leapt down from the stairs to stand between Thor and Loki. "Loki, we're not destroying Jotunheim. You know I won't. Nor will I let you hurt yourself like this. You have to know that."

"Do I?" Loki replied, dismissive and hissing again. "Don't pretend you're here to help me any longer. How long has that been a lie? How long have you sought to bring me down?"

I will never let you fall

"You sent him to Midgard- you said he had people to meet. People that made him soft." Loki snapped. "Don't tell me it was that woman!"

"Stop it." I warned him.

"Oh! It was!" Loki snarled. He glared past me to meet Thor's eyes. "Well, maybe when we're finished here, I'll pay her a visit myself!"

Thor roared.

He and Loki jumped.

I swirled around. My arms powered up with yellow energy. As Thor and Loki tried to leap over me, I pulled my arms back. Pushing them forward sent out the energy into their middles. The brothers were flung back.

Equestrian magic broke Loki's fall.

Thor kinda bounced.

"Stop it!" I shouted at them both. Inside, my heart pounded furiously. This was the fight. The big fight would end with Loki falling over the edge. I couldn't let it end there. If there was a way to stop it, it needed to be now.

Loki wasn't supposed to antagonize Thor

Thor shouldn't be so stupid to think that this is hurting Jotunheim

Damn the Odinsons and their stupidity

Damn their father for not raising them out of it

"We are not attacking Jotunheim!" I stated, glaring over at Thor. "We're healing them!"

"Like I would believe a traitorous witch!" Thor yelled. "Your people were nearly slaughtered by Frost Giants before Asgard came! Did you do this to my brother, conspire him into this madness?"

"How did you get dumber?" I asked.

Thor leaped at me.

A blast of magic threw him back.

I turned. Loki stood behind me, Gunghir still smoking in his hands. He turned his gaze to me, eyes harsh.

"Stop interfering!" Loki yelled.

"Stop screwing with the idiot!" I yelled back. "We're not killing Jotunheim, I told you that-"

Loki yelled. Magic flared from Gunghir again. I jumped to the side, rolling away.

Thor roared. When I looked up, the only thing I could see what a blinding yellow flash. It blew me back. Worse yet, it blew me onto the Bifrost.

Oh Author please no

Please no, please stop this!

"Loki!" I screamed, pushing myself to my feet.

His illusion was already up. A version of himself, falling over the side. He gripped tight to the Bifrost.

It took all I had in me to not panic. That it wasn't real, that it was fake. A copy.

Thor walked up to Loki. I went running to catch them.

"Thor! Brother, please!" Loki pleaded.

Thor knelt down to reach. Loki revealed himself as Thor tried to grab the copy's hand. I teleported beside Thor, blocking his body. It didn't stop Loki from using Gunghir. He couldn't stop in time. The end of the spear pushed into my middle.

I grunted, choking down a yell of pain.

Loki yelled. He pushed the spear aside. I was flung from it, barely able to stay atop the Bifrost. Loki yelled as he stabbed a furious Thor.

As Thor fell to the ground, Loki cloned himself over and over. They cackled at Thor. One turned to look at me- expression set and stern without a hint of a laugh.

My wound was already healing. The only sign of injury being the hole in my Asgardian dress.

"Enough!" Thor blasted them all away.

One Loki remained. He flew back, falling with a thud. Gunghir fell from his grip with a clatter.

Thor marched up to Loki. He lowered Mjolnir on Loki's chest.

I ran towards them. Thor raised his arm, grabbing my robes. He raised me up, throwing me further back from the Bifrost.

My body never made an impact.

Instead I teleported to the Bifrost port. Though the Casket kept the Bifrost sword in place, and my efforts on the Bifrost were effective in changing it's purpose, it wasn't meant to be permanent.

Nothing was meant to be powered that long.

Even air conditioning units could overheat.

As I landed, I swapped outfits. The robes were burning away as the Bifrost's excess energy went off. My Night Mistress suit would keep me from being hurt too bad. Edna Mode's fabric could survive anything.

"FRIDAY I've had it up to here with idiots!" I grabbed the Bifrost sword.

Even with it frozen in place, all it took was a well placed kick from a rocket boot to dislodge the sword. The Casket stayed in place.

"Look at you. The mighty Thor! With all your strength!" Loki yelled.

"What did I just say?!" I snapped.

"And what good does it do you now?" Loki asked. "Do you hear me, brother? There's nothing you can do!"

I held up the sword. "See?! It's fine! Everything is fine now!"

Thor raised his arm. "You will not trick me or my brother again, witch!" Thor slammed his hammer down on the Bifrost.

Thor is the god of being an idiot

No wonder Loki went insane

Jane, Earth, I'm sorry I left you with him

WAIT I'M STILL ON THE BIFROST!

AND SO'S THE CASKET!

"What are you doing?!" Loki cried out.

The Bifrost blade was tucked into my belt. I reached for the Casket. Once I had a steady grip, I started pulling.

"If you destroy the bridge, you'll never see her again!" Loki yelled.

Ice cracked along the bottom. The layer of ice around the Casket and the port doing a lot of work holding it down.

I was stronger than magical ice...probably.

Okay maybe not stronger. But definitely faster.

Strikes from Mjolnir on the Bifrost echoed around me. I kicked at the ice again, blasting the rest with energy beams.

At the slightest hint of give, I teleported again.

Just in time for the place to implode.

The force blew me away. Flying up above the Bifrost, able to see everything below. Everything including a green god of mischief.

I reached out for him.

Loki reached back, holding my hand.

My other hand grabbed Gunghir. Thor held the magic spear, keeping both Loki and I from falling.

Falling into the abyss

The nothing

The emptiness space

No...no there was something inside it

Something terrible

Loki stared at me, green eyes wide and panicked. I squeezed tighter to his hand.

"I've got you!" I told him, begged him.

Please hold on

You held only metal last time. Please hold my hand. Please- nothing's mattered more in the course of my history. Just hold on!

Loki squeezed back.

Then something caught his eye.

"I could have done it, Father!" Loki screamed.

No. No way. That's not happening. I'm not letting Odin fuck up his sons anymore

Not one more damn day

"I could have done it! For you! For all of us!" Loki called out.

"No, Loki."

Don't let Odin win

We're so close- please!

Loki's grip started to loosen.

"Loki. Please!" I yelled. My fingers curled tighter around him. But Loki was stubborn- determined to fall out from where I could reach. "Please- I'm still scared."

Loki stared back at me. A drop of water hit his face, falling from above him to hit his cheek.

"Loki, no!" Thor shouted .

"Please?" I begged.

Loki held tighter to my hand. He held it, holding it tight to keep himself from falling.

I had him. I have him. It was gonna be oka-

-wait no PLEASE!-

-His hand started letting go of mine. He slipped away, loosening his hold to let him fall-

I was losing him. I had him, and I was losing him.

"Please!" I pleaded with him again.

"I'm sorry." Loki replied.

Loki let go of my hand. I couldn't grab him again.

I couldn't grab him again.

And so Loki fell into the Void.

==L==

The great king Odin Allfather pulled Thor back onto the Bifrost. Thor held tight to Gunghir, dragging the spear and the witch back onto the broken bridge.

Thor could hardly believe it. His friends had told him Loki went mad with power, claiming the throne as his own. Thor hadn't understood the issue, as Thor was banished which left Loki the only one to take the throne. Thor told his friends this. Thor's friends then said that Loki held the council of Lady Freyja and Lady Morgan.

It all became clear once the Destroyer came. Thor knew from the start that Lady- sorry, Queen Morgan was not a good sort of person. She rebuffed him as the future king. Granted looking back, he had been rather rude, but Queen Morgan was rude as well. The fault was not just on his side. With Thor's little brother in charge, Queen Morgan must have manipulated his younger mind.

Yes, Loki was leagues smarter than Thor. Still- if Thor's friends said all was wrong in Asgard, it would not have been Loki's doing. It would've been Queen Morgan's.

Thor fought to return to Asgard. Loki revealed Queen Morgan's plan- a mad plan to destroy Jotunheim. Her lies of salvation fell on deaf ears. Thor thought breaking the Bifrost would put an end to her treachery. Queen Morgan proved her heartlessness, going back to steal the two items belonging to Asgard. As Thor smashed the Bifrost, he thought he'd saved them all.

Now Thor's little brother paid the price.

The queen of Midgard fell on the Bifrost with a clatter. Her summoned armor bore no scratches, no sign she had just survived a magical attack. The Bifrost sword lay on her hip, the Casket gone. No doubt tucked away in her magical space.

Loki had one of those too...before...

Thor's rage grew. The Queen stayed kneeling on the broken bridge, looking out to the void below.

"You've done this." Thor hissed. He handed Gunghir back to his father, stalking towards the Queen as Mjolnir returned to his fist. "You tricked my brother- drove him mad-"

She spoke then. Thor remembered her voice over tea with his mother, and moments prior. A small, cowardly voice that held no strength.

Thor felt every word here like a punch.

"Words from lips reach in the mind, leaving scars on the heart unseen.

Let this Half-Blind king feel what harm he caused to the prince of gold and green."

Odin cried out, grunting as he fell to his knees.

"Father!" Thor ran to this father's aid. His father's face was slack, contorting with pain. Thor turned to glare at the Queen.

Queen Morgan's hands glowed again. A dark golden yellow that reflected off the broken bridge. Her head snapped around. The color of her eyes lost in that same bright golden glow.

"Queen Morgan, whatever you have done-" Thor started.

"The storm in my mind makes his own seem like a drizzle

Let him see the hearts of his friends, and let him see how they are fickle." Queen Morgan cursed him.

Thor could see the magic lashing out. A golden beam blasting him in the chest, knocking him back. Her magic coursed through him. For all the rage Thor felt, this magic burned like a raging fire. A familiar fire, from the hearth, if Thor stuck his hand inside it. But more than all else, this magic filled him with an ache. "You need not do this."

"NEITHER DID YOU!" Queen Morgan yelled. She pushed herself to her feet. Her magic exploded out from her, making her hair float around her head. "YOU COULD HAVE DONE NOTHING! NOTHING! WE HAD EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL!"

"YOU WERE DESTROYING THE JOTUNHEIM!" Thor's voice boomed.

"WE WERE SAVING IT!" Queen Morgan yelled. "SAVING IT AND THE PEOPLE!"

"BY USING THE BIFROST?!" Thor countered.

"BY USING THE POWER OF IT TO SPREAD THE CASKET'S POWER EVERYWHERE! IT WOULD'VE BEEN FINE!" Queen Morgan countered.

Thor almost yelled back. Then he considered. The mechanics behind the Bifrost were lost on Thor, but from what he understood, her idea did not seem...outlandish.

"I HAD HIM AND THEN YOU MADE ME LOSE HIM!" Morgan shouted. Thor watched her face. Her mouth pulled into an ugly snarl, eyes still glowing yellow and deadly, but tears marred her cheeks. "I. HAD. HIM!"

Her hands glowed. She threw her fist out. The impact knocked Thor and Odin to the ground. Thor could not rise. He was stuck to the floor, as surely as Loki had been when Thor placed Mjolnir on his chest.

"And to all in Asgard, who gave the prince demeaning slights.

Until they admit their wrongs, let them dream not one night." Morgan cursed. A large burst of magic flew out towards Asgard.

Odin and Thor were helpless to do anything but watch.

Queen Morgan reached into a pouch on her hip. She pulled out the Casket of Ancient Winters. The chill reached Thor, making the hairs on his whole body stand up.

"May you go home, to where you've been sorely missed." Morgan whispered. She held the Casket to her chest. Thor saw her hands begin to freeze over, blue with frostbite. "But conquer my planet or any other, and you'll see me when I'm pissed."

The Casket floated. It faded out of existence. Thor could only guess where she'd sent it. He had a good idea though.

Morgan flung her hand out. Down below the bridge, out towards the Void. Her magic fizzled, crackling. She flung her hand again. The magic faded again. She tried a third time. When it fizzled, Morgan shouted before falling to her knees.

"Dammit!" Morgan punched the Bifrost bridge. It cracked under her fist. "Author...dammit."

==L==

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