A/N: Writing this chapter almost hurt me a little. I actually altered it quite a bit from what it once was, so I'm basically drifting away from my original plan. Anyway, enjoy. Keep reading and so on.

Chapter Nine

With a great heave, Thor tossed the two siblings towards the violent body of Jotuns that surrounded Heimdall. While he seemed to have the situation under control, the three young Asgardians were not ones to turn away from a fight. Determined to get through to the newly regenerated Bifrost, Frey and Freyja fought their way through the Jotuns that had suddenly merged right towards them. After noticing their sudden arrival, the Jotuns had directed themselves right towards the three young Asgardians, leaving Heimdall to fight off the remaining Jotuns that were attempting to break off the new Bifrost. Though of course, this was not going to occur under his watch.

"I am getting sick of Jotuns!" Freyja complained as she pulled her sword out of a Jotun that collapsed by her feet. She immediately turned and slashed at the arm of another that came close to attacking her from behind. She then jumped aside, avoiding it's attack and bumped right into her brother who was standing nearby.

"Now that you mention it," Frey responded breathlessly as he leaned onto her back. "I am too."

"Duck!" Thor urged as he came speeding right towards them.

The two siblings did as they were told and Thor swung Mjolnir over them and right into a pair of Jotuns that had emerged from behind the two of them. The two siblings watched as the Jotuns disappear off the side of the bridge and glanced back at Thor who flashed them a quick smile before running off to finish the other Jotuns alongside Heimdall.

"To think you never fell for him." Frey muttered.

Freyja rolled her eyes, giving her brother a jab in the side. "Now's not the time." She said as she quickly jumped away, missing a Jotun's attack as they swung their large, icy arm in their direction. Frey stared down at their arm that was now jammed into the bridge and smirked, using the arm as leverage to pierce his sword into the chest of the Jotun. Freyja sighed and shook her head as she swung her sword over her head and continued slashing about until the group had dwindled down to nothing, but dead and motionless bodies.

For a moment, the three Asgardians stood there silently as they held back their weapons and glanced at one another to ensure they were all okay. As for Heimdall, he was finishing off one last Jotun that he brought down to their knees before shoving it off the side of the bridge. Then as if nothing had happened, he returned to his post at the entrance of the Bifrost with that same placid look upon his face.

"Heimdall." Thor greeted, giving him a nod.

"Dangers await you." Heimdall stated bluntly as he led them inside. "Take caution."

"You know we will." Thor replied as the three of them stood at the opening.

"I meant Freyja." He added, positioning the key into the slot.

Strangely, Freyja could feel her heart skip a beat as she glanced back at Heimdall, almost frightened. She knew Jotunheim was not the safest place for the three of them, but she didn't understand what Heimdall could be referring to. The thought alone didn't settle too well into her mind, but she attempted to shrug it off to maintain her focus. Yet, her body seemed to have betrayed her as she felt her hand clung tightly to her brother's, which forced an uneasy look to form upon his face. He merely squeezed her hand in return to assure that all was well, but the most she could muster up was a weak smile. She then took in a deep breath, merely nodding back at Heimdall before she turned to face the opening of the Bifrost. With Thor and Frey at her side, she was hopeful that this would be all the help she would need.

The old, yet familiar bright light shined down upon them and soon enough, they found themselves upon the cold and rugged realm of Jotunheim. Thor looked out at the familiar site, noticing Jotunheim looked more broken up than it was the last time he had arrived here with The Warriors Three, Sif, and Loki. Frowning at the thought, he turned to his current company who merely looked onto the realm with impassive faces.

"There's the Bifrost." Frey pointed out to the old Bifrost that resided upon a large, crooked piece of ice. It was tilted at an angle, but it still allowed easy access to the inside of the Bifrost and it still had a dim glow to it as if there was still life to it after all this time. "Do you think all the Jotuns have made their way to Asgard? There's no one here."

"There are surely more in the heart of this realm." Thor stated, observing the Bifrost for a moment. He then glanced back at Freyja and Frey. "Their numbers are many, do not ever underestimate the frost giants. Now what is the plan?"

"I assume Loki has taken the role as King of Jotunheim. I am uncertain as to how the Jotuns allowed him to take that position or beckon to his will so easily, but if this is the case, we will merely approach the center of this realm. However, I must remain hidden behind Thor."

"What will that do?" Frey asked.

"Thor and Loki have a stronger bond, this is obvious. If that can be rekindled, there will be no need for me to interfer."

"And if all else fails, you will interfer how?" Thor pondered. "You would not resort to brute force with my brother, I'm certain."

"His promise." She murmured quietly. "It's a long shot, but it's something. Though... if need be, then brute force will be necessary..."

Thor and Frey found no room to argue, so they began their long venture towards the center of Jotunheim. The harsh winds and cold temperatures did not take too kindly to their visit to Jotunheim. Frey resided close to his sister as Freyja clutched tightly to her cloak with Thor in the lead. They found no dangers along the way, but they did not remain hopeful that it would stay this way for long. All was silent and all that could be heard for miles was the strong, chilling wind that blew their way. As they approached a large, icy arch, they knew they were close as they found more and more Jotuns emerging towards them, observing them as they knew well enough these three were a threat.

Freyja swiftly hid behind Thor, considering he was large enough to conceal her and Frey remained by Thor's side as they stood in the center. As Thor glanced around, Frey nervously tightened his grip around his sword, holding it before him. "Loki, reveal yourself." Thor demanded, his eyes narrowing as he gazed upwards.

"Oh, you look well, brother." Loki greeted bitterly as he emerged from above. He jumped down, his feet skidding along the ice as he landed before Thor. He looked just as he did when Thor had last seen him, but there was just one difference, his skin color. Loki's clothes had been tathered from his fall, leaving very little evidence as to where else Loki had ended up before his fall had led him directly into Jotunheim. A rough chuckle slipped out from his lips as Loki's intense red stare met with Thor's gaze. Momentarily, he broke the stare off and glanced back at Frey. "Oh, and Frey. You've grown."

Frey flinched at the mention of his name. For some reason, Frey could detect a sharp edge to Loki's voice. "Loki." He murmured. "You look... different."

Loki smirked. "This is how I always looked." His stare darted towards Thor who looked expressionless. "Surprise, Thor. Your dear brother is a Jotun."

"How?" Thor questioned, almost as if he didn't entirely understand. As his mind reeled all his old memories, there was not a single one that forced him to ever consider his brother as a frost giant.

"Since always." Loki answered with spite. "Our dear father snatched me from Laufey. As his son, the throne to Jotunheim is rightfully mine. Though, that old fool, Odin, led me to believe that I would rise to the throne of Asgard with the likes of you."

"Is that all?" Thor took a step towards him, causing Freyja to frantically follow after him. "Is that why you're causing such chaos to Asgard?"

"He always favored you, brother." He muttered. "Now why bother getting my hopes up when the throne of Asgard is so rightfully your's? Only your's."

"Loki, you are merely misguided." Thor frowned. "Just... stop this. Come home."

Loki merely laughed at the suggestion. "That cannot convince me to stop."

"What will?"

"Nothing will." Loki scowled.

"Please, you don't have to do this." Freyja could hear the desperation in Thor's voice. He was just as crushed as she was. As she took a peek from behind Thor, she noticed the being standing before them was no longer the Loki she once knew from so long ago. Instead, it was just a stranger with blue skin and piercing red eyes that was thriving off anger and revenge. "We don't need to succumb to war."

"Alas, but we must and you have only made my plan easier." He smirked. "We will finish what we started."

"No!" Thor cried out madly as he moved closer to his brother, grabbing him by the arm. "I will not fight you again, brother! Why must you act so childish?! All will be well if you just put an end to all of this!"

"And return to that pitiful life?" Loki spat. "Become second best to the great and mighty Thor? Have father snub me while he continues to favor you? Have mother look down upon me with disapproval along with the rest of Asgard? Would you really prefer me to live that all over again?! For your sake?! Well, I refuse and it's time you leave the past behind."

Furiously, Loki pulled his arm aside and sent shards of ice flying towards Thor's direction. Thor, who had not anticipated the attack, had fallen aside revealing Freyja kneeling upon the ground to avoid the ice shards that could fly her way. Freyja glanced up at Loki as he furiously looked down upon her, but all she could force herself to do was frown in his direction.

"Freyja?" Loki lowered his hand, almost as if her presence had caused him to fuse the anger that had been welling up inside him.

"Freyja, get up!" Frey cried out, manuvering himself before his sister as he held out his sword. The Jotuns had taken Frey's action as an even greater threat, using Loki's attack as an excuse to depart from their post and begin their assualt upon the three Asgardians.

"No, wait!" Freyja cried out frantically, but it was too late. As Frey, pushed her back and held out his sword towards Loki, the remaining Jotuns that were overlooking this meeting had suddenly emerged from where they were perched, considering them a bigger threat than expected. Shards of ice and snow fell around the three Asgardians as the Jotuns began to make their way towards them. Thor, who had just now recovered from Loki's attack, pushed himself up and noticed Frey and Freyja standing helplessly with Loki nowhere in sight.

"Frey! Freyja!" Thor cried out, hitting every Jotun that came towards his direction. "We have to get out of here!"

"No! I need to talk to Loki!" Freyja cried out frantically, but Thor heaved her upon his shoulder. "Put me down, you brute!"

"Freyja, this is for the best!" Frey cried out, as Freyja continued to kick and hit Thor helplessly. The two Asgardians were left defending themselves as they started to inch their way out of Jotunheim.

"NO!" Freyja exclaimed, removing her sword and forcing it upon Thor's arm. This forced him to drop her, which allowed Freyja to frantically fight her way back towards the center to face Loki who only looked on silently, watching her emerged from the crowd of Jotuns that were now surrounding her. "Loki, please! We must talk!"

"You idiot!" Frey cried out, looking back at her as she rushed off. Though before Frey could run after her, Thor pulled him back. "Wait, what are you doing?!"

"We cannot risk it." Thor said sternly.

"And I can't afford to have her get killed!" Frey retorted, pulling at his arm.

"Your sister is acting as reckless as my brother. We cannot go back or we, too, will be killed." Thor held a rather stern look upon Frey. He could see the noticeable anger that was welling up in Frey, almost resembling the same anger that he came to Jotunheim with so long ago.

Frey jerked his arm away from Thor. "I don't care! I can't leave her behind!"

"Loki!" Frey and Thor could hear her still calling out for him, but Loki did not budge. The Jotuns continued to attack her, but she refused to let them counter any of her attacks. While she was weary, she was incredibly desperate for this plan to work. She refused to return back to Asgard without any progress made. "Loki, please! Call them back!" Though as she threw down her sword against a Jotun, they grabbed her sword and flung her aside, ending her small moment of tyranny. She flew high and crashed against a wall of ice, causing her to tumble upon a sleek sheet of ice, leaving her motionless and silent.

"No." Loki said under his breath, quickly moving as he ran off towards Freyja's direction. "No!"

"Freyja!" Frey called out hysterically, running towards her sister as well. Thor forced himself through the crowd of Jotuns who moved away from him, despite their glares.

"This is your fault! Why did you allow them to attack us?!" Frey exclaimed, shoving Loki away from his sister, causing him to fall back, staring up at Frey with an idle stare. "I should just kill you right now!" Frey immediately brought out his sword and pointed it towards Loki's direction, but Thor immediately came to Loki's aid and took Frey's sword. "Thor, what are you doing?!"

"Think twice before you act." Thor muttered. "If Freyja is to awaken and finds Loki dead, then your death will surely follow." He glanced back at his brother and frowned. "Loki, I hope you appreciate what you destruction has done."

"She was just trying to convince you to not become anything worst than you already were." Frey told Loki, forcing back his tears that were forming as he hauled his sister into his arms. "She pitied you. She was the only one next to Thor who even cared for your sorry existence. Do you even know why?!"

Loki merely continued to sit there silently, his gaze fixated on Freyja.

"Freyja loved you." Frey snapped. "I hope you appreciate what you started because the only person that ever loved you might as well be dead."

"Frey." Thor looked at him with great concern, but Frey merely turned away and began to make his walk back where the old Bifrost stood. Thor sighed, giving Loki a look of disapproval before he trudged right after Frey, which left Loki still sitting there with a vacant look upon his face as his old friends left him alone once more.