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Inside his own private chambers, he laid on his own bed, weak and pale.

Odin let out a shuddering breath. It was strange, when he was young he thought of dying in the battlefield, fighting for his own belief till his last breath. All of his fellow warriors shared the same belief. And young Odin couldn't agree more, there was nothing more honorable than fighting for your own belief. It was the most honorable death that he could think of during his youth.

But time passed, unexpected events happened and while these events happened, Odin learned more about life. Wars and tragedies occurred one after another, robbing the radiant youth he once possessed. He killed his enemies without hesitation, never batting an eyelash to those who begged to be spared.

From the eyes of his allies he was viewed as The Savior but from the tired eyes of his enemies he was a merciless foe.

Odin became the ideal warrior.

And not long after gaining admiration from his allies and fear from his foes, possessing powers that his foes and allies envied, Odin soon became the ruler of Asgard.

He ruled Asgard with compassion and justice.

With him as the ruler, Asgard prospered magnificently. Every Asgardian was contented, no heinous crimes were ever committed and no bad winds stirred within the walls of Asgard. At that time, Asgard was the ideal state of a realm.

Many years later, Odin became the father of six Asgardians. Raising six sons was not an easy feat, especially when most of his sons preferred to use their fists as the proper way to end an argument.

Odin chuckled but his chuckles were soon followed by long heaving coughs. He and his wife, Frigga, had a hard time keeping peace when their sons from creating trouble. Especially his son, Loki.

Loki wasn't his or Frigga's son by blood. Nonetheless, they took Loki under their roof. Loki was the son of Laufey, King of Frost Giants, one of his notorious enemies. By nature Odin would have annihilated Loki but when he was about to kill Loki, he looked at the child's eyes. Odin saw innocence and radiant youth in those big green eyes. Something that Odin possessed before he was thrown to the world of wars. He couldn't muster the strength to kill such an innocent being.

That day, Odin returned home with a child in his arms.

Loki's adoption was both a blessing and curse for Odin. Loki was the God of Mischief, he performed acts that brought migraine to his family. In Loki's days of early youth, his mischief were harmless, but as Loki grew older his acts turned from bad to worse to worst. Loki committed countless of crimes that were unforgivable by the law.

Odin's heart shattered, every time he sentenced his son to the rightful punishment. The punishments were just as harsh and as cruel as Loki's crimes. It pained him to see his son suffer.

A lone tear fell from the misty eyes of his as he recalled the last time he saw his son, Loki. The last time Odin had seen Loki was when his son, Loki, left Odin's home and dishonored his family. His son cut ties with only family. That night, Odin and Frigga grieved. Frigga didn't took Loki's treachery very well. As days turned into weeks and weeks turned into moths, she paid lesser attention to her health as she tried her best to gather news from her adopted son. But alas, she never found any news about him. Not long after Loki's departure Frigga died.

It took all Odin's will power to fight the temptation of giving up. His son, Loki, had abandoned them and his wife, Frigga went to the realm of the dead. Only the support of his five remaining sons, held him at bay. If his sons' support didn't guide him during those painful and dark times, Odin would have spiraled down.

Slowly, wounds of grief started to heal. Loki and Frigga were pushed to the back of his mind, resurfacing only the days when Odin felt drowning himself in liquor.

For a long time, nothing was heard from Loki. Everything was peaceful once again, his sons became more matured. They didn't fight often as they had when they were younger and they took their duties well. Odin let a spark of pride swell in his chest as he thought of his sons –which he met just a few hours ago- saying their goodbyes with utmost sincerity.

They knew his end was very near.

Tears streamed freely down his cheeks.

When he was young, for him the most admirable way to die was to die in a battlefield but now that wasn't the case. Honor and belief of a warrior be damned. None of those truly mattered to him now. He wanted to say goodbye and an apology to all of his sons.

Odin let out a shuddering breath as he tried to lift his hand to wipe the trail of tears, running down his cheeks.

But found no strength to do so.

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Loki bit his tongue as he glared daggers at the entity standing before him. The entity had the gall to teleport with him without his consent. If the entity before him wasn't The Master of Death, he would have blast the entity to smithereens. As if reading Loki's thoughts The Master of Death chuckled and stepped away from him.

"No hard feelings." Loki glared harder. "Or maybe not." There was a short pause. "I'm just doing my job."

"And your job is abducting innocent gods. Last time I checked you are The Master of Death and not The Master of Kidnappers." Loki bit back vehemently as he tried to fight the urge to puke right in front of the powerful entity. The trip he and his captor experienced definitely wasn't a pleasant one.

The Master of Death laughed. "You have a sharp tongue." He paused and held his head a little higher, revealing a pointy chin and an amused grin. "No one has talked to me like that for a very long time," the grin grew wider, "well maybe Thanos do that from time to time but he's an exception." He said, with an amused tone. "But you on the other hand is not." Loki went stiff, sensing the underlying threat. Upon seeing Loki's reaction, his captor cackled. Faster than lightning, Loki found himself hovering a few inches above the ground.

The Master of Death right hand was outstretched towards him, palm open wide.

"Do not do that ever again." He hissed dangerously and curled his palm into a fist. Loki gasped feeling his body constricting as if a large boa constrictor was squeezing the life out of him. He gritted his teeth and summoned the power within him. A familiar lulling heat, formed in his hands as it started to glow in an eerie shade of green. With a loud battle cry he released the energy building in his hands, blasting the invisible force that constricted him. He fell on the ground with a loud thud. He panted heavily, gathering as much oxygen his lungs could take. His lungs ached and his limbs felt numb like hell. He glared up at the entity ready to shout a retort. His patience was thinning –entity or not Loki will beat the shit out of him.

But when he looked up, a pair of startling emerald eyes stared back at him almost making him flinch. The intensity coming from the pair of eyes was so intense that Loki almost forgot to breath. The irritation and rage of fire that he expected to be present in those eyes were surprisingly absent. Not even an ember was present, only emptiness was seen in those eyes.

Loki broke eye contact as he stood up, all the while not letting his guard down. He gulped and then swallowed his pride. "I apologize for my reckless behavior." He apologized politely, head bowed down in respectful level.

It would be bad if he was in bad terms with The Master of Death.

The Master of Death nodded, accepting his apology. He turned around started to walk away. "Very well, let's move on to business shall we?"

Loki snapped his head up. "Excuse me?"

The Master of Death stopped on his tracks and glanced at him. "Our business I mentioned it back at Thanos place, didn't I?"

Loki blinked and recalled the conversation he had with the entity not so long ago.

"Am I that soul?"

"No. Your time hasn't come yet."

"Then if I may ask who is the unfortunate soul?"

"You are not the unfortunate soul but the unfortunate soul would be someone you know very well."

Loki's eyes widened. The teleporting and manhandling he had gone through must have distracted him from remembering something so important.

Someone important to him was going to die.

There were only a number of beings who Loki cared for and Loki had never even confessed that he had cared for them. With panicked eyes he looked around his surroundings. A familiar long hall greeted him. The hall looked exactly the same hall that he and his brothers used to race towards their mother's awaiting arms.

'It can't be.' Loki thought as he looked at the end of the hall where two large closed doors were stationed.

"Odin is dying." The Master of Death said as he advanced towards the end of the hall. "His last wish was to talk to his sons before his end. He already talked to all of his sons." A pause. "Well except for one." He spun around and looked at Loki's shocked face.

"He is not my father." Loki denied as he straightened his posture.

"Odin is your father." The Master of Death insisted. "He was the one who raised you."

"He was the one who slain my real father."

"He loves you unconditionally."

Loki snapped. "I find that hard to believe."

"It doesn't matter if it is hard to believe the only that matter is true."

Loki kept his mouth shut.

"Look, I am The Master of Death, I only take the souls of those who the gods, demigods, and some exceptional spirits. Obviously, your father –who is hanging on his last breath just over that door by the way- is a god. My job is to take their souls. That's that. I should not be granting your old man's last wish but since your father was so adamant about it. I couldn't say no. He isn't asking much from you. Why not give in to the old man's wishes? It wouldn't hurt you."

For a long time, Loki didn't say anything he only stared at the two large closed doors. "Alright."

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Author's Note: To the readers who are very familiar with Odin's, Loki's, Thor's, and Avenger's background, I will disregard some information about them for the sake of plot development. Also, I decided that I won't change any scene from The Avengers movie, the next chapter would take place after The Avengers movie I.

This fic is only a friendship fic, there will be no romance. And I'm still looking for a beta. :) If anyone is interested please PM me. :)

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