Luna wrapped her hands around his neck, and kissed him again.
From the front, Thor gave an awkward cough. Luna laughed, then slowly and reluctantly, moved away.
Loki held her hands again, and looked into her eyes, "It's not fair."
"It's never fair. Give my regards to Elle, and tell her I'm sorry." She gently pulled her hands out of his and winked, "I know I shouldn't be so dramatic since I provably will die, but..."
She took a breath, and began to lean backwards, hands spread out wide before dropping back down as headed in the direction of the mothership.
Luna arrived at the ship in seconds, and strode in. Before she did, she turned back and gave him one last smile. "Remember me." She mouthed.
Thor wanted to turn back, and it took everything just to look away and continue moving.
Behind him, his brother let out a anguished, strangled cry he'd never heard coming from him ever before.
Her chomped down on his tongue to prevent from saying anything. With his gaze forward but steadily growing blurry, he continued.
An explosion light flashed following a increadible loud noise. A cloud of fire rised from the ground, like the gate of hell was opening in front of him.
It stung his skin, and burned with some what of an intensity, even from the distance.
There was a unexplainable white bright light, unlike the ones normally seen in an explosion.
But before he could ponder the cause, the force from the explosion pushed the ship forward, and he lost control of it. He used all his energy just to hold on, let alone to steer it towards its rightful course.
He held on tight, the air pressure making it hard to open his eyes fully. The speeder shot through space and crashed soon, either into a water body or a mass of sand due to the lessened impact. It was the latter.
He was only able to get up after an eternity, and immediately checked on Loki, who was ok, albeit still in a daze.
With his help, he pulled to feet and together begin the journey home, which thankfully not far away; just over the hills. Thor not knowing how they made it to the right realm, and definitely not going to question it.
They arrived at the golden city of Asgard soon enough, despite neither having the mood to take in and revel in the beauty ofof the glorious place.
They were met by Frigga back at Palace, who welcomed them back with eyes of understanding and sorrow, "You'd best go to the healers first."
Six months later...
"Father," Odin looked up at him, "Where is my brother?" Thor had spent the past months allowing Loki space to heal, but now he had news but his brother was nowhere to be seen. And he wasn't the god of patience.
Odin sighed, "He had walked straight to his cell the moment you arrive home, without having his wounds treated or putting up any signs of resistance."
Thor grumbled at the news.
Frigga placed a hand on his shoulder, "Do you wish to see him? You could try to get his attention, seeing as he doesn't even respond even more, merely sitting still. He barely eats, save for what he needs."
Thor was already down the stairs and around the corner to the cells.
Odin pondered carefully, "What is the special quality in midgardian women that not one, but both my sons are dawn to them."
Frigga looked at him, "The slivered hair girl was not of midgard. In fact, her father, served under you."
Realisation flashed in his eye.
Thor turned the last corner to Loki's cell, halting to a stop in front of him, "Brother I have news."
Loki remained focused on the wall. Even when Thor walked in front of him, it was as if he could see through him, his gaze was still unseeing.
"Heimdall has news for you." It was only at this that his gaze flickered to him, then quickly back to the wall.
Thor chuckled, "You seem to not show interest, brother. Should I not tell you what it is then?"
He brother growled slightly, but relented and snapped, "What is it, oaf?"
"He sees her."