A/N: Thank you for the reviews, favorites, and follows. You guys are the best and my fuel! Been busy with work and planning for my birthday, Matsuri, and Life in Color! I will update as often as I can, but I am so thrilled that you guys are liking the "feelsie" side of Loki. I figured all that take over the world bs is because he really is lonely and misunderstood. Poor sugar needs a hug! Anyways, on to the next chapter. Please review!

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6.

"Thyliase of Xaneom, you may now return to your home. You are dismissed of whatever duties my late queen bestowed upon you."

Shortly after Loki and his brother, as well as whomever else were part of their rebel crew departed Asgard and caused a scene (she gathered all the information she could from the murmurs of the prisoners around her), the shifter was called from the cell she insisted on staying in by the king himself.

Thyliase bowed respectfully, "With all due respect, your Excellency, I wish to remain here on Asgard. I will get any information concerning Loki a lot quicker here."

Odin regarded the young shifter with a curious eye for a moment. "If you are after something greater than what my wife promised than you will be sadly mistaken." Said the king.

"I assure you, I have no interest in anything of this world besides Loki. Losing his mother has broken him, I just wish to help him along and remind him that he isn't as alone as he thinks." Said Thyliase.

There was a slight pause between the two.

"Fine… you may stay as long as you see fit, but not like that. I will have some clothing provided for you." Odin gave a wave of his hand to the girl, dismissing her into the care of the appointed palace maids.

Thyliase would be shown to her temporary quarters, given something to wear, and be treated like a guest in the king's home until the prodigal son returned safely home.

…

The temporary quarters turned out to be nothing more but a room slightly larger than the cell she was previously in. It was decently furnished, the walls otherwise bare with the exception of a antique tapestry that hung above the bed, a wardrobe sat off to the side beside a basin of fresh water. She was grateful for the king's humble hospitality as she thanked the maid kindly. The older woman gave her a warm, welcoming smile before taking her leave silently.

Thyliase, once alone, settled into her new confined space. She was unsure of what it was she was supposed to do now. Without the queen there to guide her, the shifter felt helpless.

All she could really do was wait.

Thyliase released a soft sigh as she made her way over to the bed, lying atop the sheets. Her skin, every inch of her, still burned from the god's heated touch. Still bore the faint scent of their last moment together. The shifter curled in on herself, pulling the soft pillows to her and inhaling deeply, eyes slipping shut.

There he was, Loki, an image behind her lids. Hair pristine, shimmering without a strand astray. That smug smirk he so faithfully gave when he knew he was right, the lascivious curve of his pale lips.

What was he wearing last?

Oh… yes…

A soft tunic of the deepest shades of emeralds, and slim fitting trousers that complimented his lean, powerful hips and long, well muscled legs.

That's how she wanted to remember him. Content, happy even.

"That idiot…" She murmured into the stillness of the quite, new space.

…

"No, no, no… aye, you fool… you didn't listen." Thor chided softly as he pulled his brother's body into his arms.

" I'm a fool… I'm a fool…" Said Loki through shaky gulps of air.

It hurt, every inch of him. For a moment things, everything he'd ever questioned or doubted made sense. Why he was lied to all those years, why he hated his father and brother so, why whenever he thought about Thyliase his heart raced.

Thyliase.

She would be highly upset once she got the news.

Hurt even.

Would she cry?

Would she hate him?

All these questions and more ran through his mind.

'You come back to me, Loki of Asgard. Promise me…'

Her voice, soft as velvet. Her touch, warm like the Asgardian sun.

His eyes slowly slid shut, an image of his shifter flashing before his lids. It was almost as if she was there, beside him. Her full lips curving into the smile he secretly adored, her eyes calling to him with a silent challenge. Her wild, dark curls askew as she rested her head against his chest, filling the otherwise quiet cell with tales of her people.

"I'm sorry…" He whispered.

"Stay with me. Stay with me!" Said Thor.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"

Thor shushed the quivering form of his brother in his arms as he lie dying. "It's alright… I'll tell father what you did here today."

Loki stared up into his brother's face. He, Thor, the epitome of perfect in the Asgardian eyes looked a mess, he couldn't help but think. Cut up, dirty, dishelved. This isn't how he wanted his brother to be, this isn't the last image he wanted to have of him. He wanted the strong, confident brother that annoyed him to no end. He wanted the brother he'd spent his childhood fighting with.

Not this.

"I didn't do it for him…"

…

"There's no sign of Thor or the Aether. However, we found a body..."

Odin turned, regarding the guard. "Loki…"

….

"Lady Thyliase, you are being called to the throne room. The king wishes to see you immediately."

Thyliase gazed up from the book she had been reading-it was one of Loki's favorites according to one of the maids- sitting it down gently before rising to her feet. She smoothed out the invisible wrinkles in the gown she wore. It was a lovely shade of green, an elegant mix between forest and fern, that draped gracefully in a floor length fashion. Along the fabric on the gathered bodice and beaded straps were small Asgardian symbols woven into the many hems. It was by far the most beautiful thing she owned.

She followed quietly behind the maid, avoiding the stares natives tossed her as they drew near the great hall. Something was wrong, and the closer she got to the grand golden doors ahead the quicker her heart began to race.

"Your Excellency," Bowed the maid before gesturing towards the shifter.

"You have summoned me, King Odin?" Asked Thyliase, curiously.

"Yes," Nodded Odin. "I am afraid I have some… troubling news." He paused.

Her heart sank.

"It appears there was a body found on Svartalfheim… it was Loki."

The words seemed to quake the ground beneath her feet, bringing her to her knees as her stare grew distant with tears. Odin continued to speak but she heard nothing, the room suddenly spinning out of control.

Loki.

Loki.

Loki…