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Frigga let the warmth of her Seiðr course through her fingers as she held Steve's hand, healing the cuts. 'He shall sleep, for now.' She spoke softly.

After the entire scene in the hallway, the team decided to continue their meeting at Stark Tower. Making sure Steve would wake up in a familiar and safe surrounding.

'Will he remember what happened?' Bruce asked.

'Yes, he will, once he wakes up.' She placed Steve's hand back under the blanket. 'So I suggest we move fast. He is your Captain, am I correct? I do not think he will allow us to move without him.'

'Steve's part of our team, we wouldn't do anything without his consideration.' Clint answered, not liking where this was going.

'Yes, you will. If you wish the best for both my sons and your captain.' Frigga answered, her face stern. 'Your captain is traumatized by a cause so severe I do not even wish to know. He needs time to rest and heal. He means well, he would put his life on the line for any of you, I can tell, but his heart and mind are not ready.' She sighed. 'He will be a hindrance to our mission, a danger to himself and to us. If you truly wish best for your friend, you let him rest even if that is against his will. You leave him here.'

The entire team fell silent, feeling powerless and drained.

'So we have a mission.' Natasha spoke eventually, breaking the silence. 'I assume you have a plan?'

'Yes, I do.' Frigga turned to Fury. 'Will you show me the painting one more time?'

Nick nodded and revealed the painting. 'Is there anything you can tell us?'

'This landscape, these beasts. They are not of this realm. They are not of Nilfheim, nor Muspelheim and they are not of Asgard. These are the creatures of Vanaheim. The home of the Vanir Gods.' Frigga spat out the words as she laid her fingers on the serpent. 'They are well known as great sorcerers and wield powerful Seiðr.'

'Are they relatives?' Tony asked.

'No.' She hissed. 'Centuries before the first steps of mankind, a Vanir entered the realm of Asgard. She wandered from town to town plying her craft for hire and with it, brought chaos to our home. We decided it best for her to leave but she would not. Her only love and loyalty rested with riches and gold, she was nothing but a gullveig...!' Frigga forced herself to calm and lowered her voice. 'The king, deciding it was best for our people, for our Realm that she would exist no longer, sentenced her to death. Three times she was burned on the stake, three times she was reborn from the ashes. The king and queen of Vanaheim heard of the Vanir sorceress that would not die and declared war. Long have we battled but eventually both sides became weary of fighting and decided to call a truce. The war ended, but even till this day there are still many Vanir who wish us harm.'

'And that could be the reason why they took Thor.' Clint said. 'An eye for an eye.'

'But if that's true than Hydra would have nothing to do with this. Steve's case would be unrelated.' Bruce spoke.

'Whether the two are connected or not is irrelevant for now. I want to know how we can get on that planet as soon as possible.' Nick turned to Frigga. 'We want those sons of bitches to pay just as much as you do. So tell me, what do you need.'

'I would like to ask for your spies, I am certain they will be of great use during our mission.'

Fury looked at Clint and Natasha. 'Do me a favor, sent those bastards to hell.'

'My pleasure.' Natasha smirked.

'I'll deliver them myself.' Clint said as he nodded to Natasha, signaling her to get ready.

'I'll come to.' Tony quickly added. 'Just give me a minute, I'll ready my suit.' He took out his phone.

'You will not join us.' Frigga said, not even thinking of taking Tony with her.

'Excuse me? I'm sorry but there is no way I'm gonna sit around here and wait while my friends are fighting!'

'I have seen your flying suit of armor and Thor has told me all about it. It is crafted from Midgardian technology and although I have to admit it is impressive, I am afraid it will not last a minute against the sorcery of the Vanir. They will disable the suit before you could even take your first step on the battle ground.'

'What are you saying? My suit won't work on that God forsaken planet? So what? I'll just have to stay here and deal with it? No way! I'm gonna help, I'll find a way to help! Bruce, back me up here! You wanne go too, right?'

'I'm sorry Tony, I really would love to let the green guy… the hulk, loose on that planet, but I'm staying here with Steve.'

Tony cursed as he let his hand glide through his hair.

'Anthony Starkson, if one would strip you from your protective suit of armor, what would it be that was left? I do believe you represent many, an intellect, a man of wealth, a roué, but I believe a warrior, a spy you are not.'

Tony looked at Steve, cursing at him mentally as he thought back to their little argument on the helicarrier.

'That is what I thought.' Her stern face disappeared and was replaced by sympathy. 'I know you mean well and wish to help.' She walked towards Tony and placed her soft hands on his cheeks, gently caressing his skin with her thumbs. He shivered at the touch as her kindness reminded him of his own mother. He could feel his anger, his frustration slowly ebbing away.

'My sons are not the only ones who require the aid of their friends.' Frigga looked at the sleeping captain. 'Stay with your captain, help him on his path to recovery. And I ask you to place your trust in the hands of Lady Romanoff, archer Barton and myself. We will succeed.'

Tony swallowed thickly at her calm expression and heartening words only a mother could express in such ways. At least, as far as he could remember… 'Do you have a plan of attack?' He eventually mumbled. He scraped his throat and spoke up. 'Rogers, he uhm… He only goes on mission if there's a plan of attack, hates to go in all suicidal.'

'Rest assured,-' Frigga smiled and folded her hands, she turned around and walked towards the painting as she spoke; 'We shall search for clues to Thor's whereabouts and retrieve him, we shall hunt down the ones responsible for this heinous act and if facts prove us that the Vanir are to blame,-' She turned around, facing the Avengers. '- I shall inform Odin and we will unleash the wrath of the entire Asgardian army upon Vanaheim. I shall make it rain blood, poison their rivers, destroy their fertile lands and end the lives of all those who stand against me in ways you cannot imagine.' She looked at Tony. 'Would you think this strategy is agreeable for your captain?'

Tony smirked. 'It will do.'

'Okay, enough talk. Time to suit up and get going.' Clint spoke impatiently.


Steve opened his eyes and looked around as he tried to recognize his surroundings. He could feel his heart pounding as he stared into the darkness. He threw his fists in the air and started kicking, expecting to hit them against the hard-wooden surface of the box that was his home for five excruciating months.

There was nothing. No walls restraining his movements, no song intoxicating his brain. The only sound he could hear was his blanket falling to the ground.

He laid still, breathing heavily as he searched for any form of light. He saw a small clock on his bedside table; 03.57. The middle of the night.

'You sure took your time.' Tony said as he leaned in the doorway, his arms crossed. 'Jarvis told me you woke up. You okay?'

Steve almost jumped, not expecting anyone else in the room. He stared at the silhouette for a second, his breathing slowly going back to normal as he recognized the figure as his close friend.

'Yeah… yes, I'm fine.' He quickly forced a smile upon his face. 'What happened?' He asked as he tried to rub the tears from his eyes, his voice hoarse. 'Where are the others…?' Suddenly, Steve's eyes widened. He looked up at Tony with a shudder. 'Why am I in bed? We must find Thor! F-Frigga, where is she? Did she recognize anything from the painting?' He asked, putting up a brave face.

'Easy, easy.' Tony walked in on bare feet, wearing nothing but a white shirt and loose-fitting joggers. 'Frigga is gone, together with Barton and Nat. She might know where Thor is and they're on their way to save him.'

'… Than why are we still here?' Steve asked as he furrowed his brows.

'I want you to try and think Rogers. Think about what happened before Frigga worked her magic on you.'

Steve swallowed thickly as the memories slowly came back to him, his heartrate increasing. 'That was just,- I mean, if it wasn't for that… for that ringtone I would-'

'You were planning on killing yourself, weren't you? You wanted to jump out the window. The fight with the Douches Three, our time spent chained on Asgard,-'

'Tony, I didn't want t-'

'SEEING- Loki in that prison cell' Tony spoke with his voice raised to interrupt the captain and then lowered it again. 'Was he lonely? Was he hurt? Scared? Petrified? Just like you were? And then we went home and you had to sit in that conference room, staring at that painting, taking in all the little details of Thor's ordeal as your own traumatic memories lingered in the back of your mind. It was all just too much, wasn't it?'

Steve could feel tears welling up in his eyes as he stared at his lap, his fists clenched. 'I… I am their captain…' He spoke in a broken voice, softly shaking his head. 'I have to-'

'You have to rest.'

'I'm not going to rest! I have to help them Tony.' Steve's body was shaking heavily as he tried to get out of bed. 'What kind of person would I be if I can't even save my friends… I have to help, I'm a captain.'

'You're a victim!' Tony shouted as he placed his hands on Steve's shoulders. 'Damn it Rogers! I'm not asking! You remember, don't you? Throwing me out of that window? Wanting to commit suicide because you thought those psycho bastards were after you?!' Steve looked up at the man as he saw Tony's tears disappearing in the fabric of his pants, leaving small dark circles. 'Those fucking pieces of shit…! He sniffled. 'I know what it's like Steve. To be scared, to question everything you see and hear so please, please stop trying to act like you're okay. You need help, I know you do! You have nightmares, you won't eat and you still won't tell us anything about what happened. We see you suffering.' He wiped a tear from his eyes. 'You don't have to force on a smile. Let us help you, you don't have to carry this alone…' He sat down on the bed next to the heavily trembling man and wrapped his arms around him. 'Please try to talk to Banner, even if it's only for a minute… You know, baby steps.' He spoke calmly as he placed one hand on Steve's temple and gently pulled him against his chest.

It was at that moment that Steve couldn't contain his emotions any longer. The tears started rolling down his face uncontrollably. He wept and screamed like a small child as he curled into himself in Tony's arms. He pressed the palms of his hands against his temples as his headache increased.

'That's it, just like that.' Tony whispered as he cradled Steve in his arms. 'It's okay, don't hold back. I've got you.'

Tony kept Steve in his arms as the soldier cried his heart out, cradling him and whispering comforting and sweet nothings.

'I am so- so sorry T-Tony' Steve tried to speak between sobs. 'I never m-meant to hurt any of you…'

'I know Rogers, I know. It's okay. You won't get rid of me that easily.' Tony spoke softly as he stroke the other man's hair. 'But things like this will keep happening if you do not except help. I know that you don't want to hurt anyone, you're just a big softy.' Feeling drained, Tony rested his head on Steve's and closed his eyes. 'Promise me you will talk with Banner, okay? I'll stay right here with you, if you want to.'

Steve hesitated for a moment but gave a small reluctant nod in the end. He felt tiered, numb and empty, the only thing he could think of right now was going back to sleep.

'Good…Well, it's starting to get late… early. I think it's time for both of us to turn in.' Tony felt Steve's clenched hands on his shirt tightening as he tried to shuffle from his side. '… Steve, would you mind sharing some of your blankets with me? I'm exhausted and don't really feel like walking all the way back to my room. Your bed's big enough for the both of us, right?'

Steve nodded and sniffled.

'Great!' Tony grabbed the fluffy blankets from the floor. 'Okay, scoot over.' He let himself fall onto the soft matrass and wrapped the captain and himself in the warm fabric. 'Just so we're clear, this-' Tony placed his arm slightly over the half of the bed. '-is your side of the bed, and this is mine.' He stated, claiming the bigger half of the bed for himself.

'Your side of the bed? I believe the entire bed is my side of the bed.' Steve spoke softly as he wiped some tears from his cheeks.

'Well technically the entire bed's mine.' The two shared a small laugh as they made themselves comfortable. It didn't take long before Tony could feel Steve carefully crawling between his arms and he decided not to make a big deal out of it. Admitted, it felt a bit awkward at first, this being the first time he shared a bed with another man but if this meant Steve would finally have a good night's sleep, he was okay with it.

'I don't think I can do it Tony…' Steve whispered as he almost fell asleep.

Tony softly stroked the man's back, letting the tip of his fingers glide from the small of his back up to his shoulder blades and to back. 'Let's just see what tomorrow will bring us.'


'You mean to say my son is still alive?! He is still among the living?' Odin almost screamed as he jumped to his feet and hugged his wife.

Frigga knew she couldn't leave Asgard for long unnoticed and neither did she wanted to. So, she decided to tell everything their new Midgardian allies had shared with her to her husband.

'But if what you speak of is true we must make haste! Thor must be in grave danger, not a minute to lose! I shall gather the warriors three and Lady Sif at once.' Odin roared as he was ready to barge out the room.

'My love, wait.' Frigga grabbed her husband's hand and walked with him to the open window. 'Look outside and tell me what you see.'

Odin looked at Frigga with furrowed brows. 'I see the great kingdom of Asgard, now let us move. There is no time for this woman.' He said hastily.

'Look again.' She spoke patiently. 'Look closer, look at your people and tell me what exactly it is you see.'

Odin sighed and stepped in front of the window again.

'I see… Asgardians clothed in black… the great markets, deserted. My people, they move without sound. I see them… mourn, over the loss of their prince.' Sadness lowered his voice as he took a deep breath.

'Indeed.' Frigga placed a hand on Odin's cheek and wrapped her arm around his waist. 'My love, our people need their king, now more than ever. The news of their beloved prince, who has tragically passed to the great halls of Valhalla, has left a dark stain on their jubilant hearts. They need leadership, they need guidance.'

Odin kept staring outside as the words of his beloved wife slowly sink in. 'Than I ask you, what is it I should do? How can I not act when it is my son who is in hands of those vulgar…'

'It is not only Thor who needs aid. You have one more son who needs his father now more than ever.'

'Loki…'

'Yes. If what I believe is true than Loki is innocent. The reason for his avowal are still unclear to me but I ask of you to defer his execution for just a little while longer. I ask you, grand me time to search for our son and let Loki live. I know you and Loki have your differences, but I plead you t-'

'Frigga,-' Odin Interrupted her, his voice heavy with a feeling of sadness. 'The day my wife, my divine Goddess must plead before me, is the day that I have failed as a man, husband and Allfather.' He wrapped his arms around her and placed a soft kiss on her temple. 'You know this is not what I wished for Loki. Indeed, he and I are… are different in many ways but this is not how I wished it would be. I shall delay his execution till the day you return.'

Frigga let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding in. 'I thank you.'

'Are you sure you do not prefer the company of our Einherjar?'

'No, I shall travel with our new allies, they have skill, heart and are not tainted with a sleeping hatred caused by a war many centuries ago. You must not let this knowledge reach any other, if our people were to hear of this, they will certainly call for battle against the Vanir and cause for unrest. Do you understand?'

Odin smiled as he kept Frigga in his arms. 'It is not only pure beauty with which you have blessed me, your knowledge, your wisdom is beyond any I have ever experienced as well.'

Frigga smiled and looked Odin in the eye. 'Your way of words always seem to charm me.'

'And it is always truthful. Now than,-' He let go of her and took a step back. 'I wish to meet our newest allies.'

Frigga nodded, she opened the door and signaled Natasha and Clint to come in.

'Your Highness.' Clint greeted Odin with a short nod as he kept his distance.

'You must be the archer, eye of the hawk. And you must be Black Widow.'

'Yes.' Natasha answered short. 'But most of all, we are friends of your sons and of the two men you violently brought here a few hours ago.'

'A-ah, yes, Rogerson and Starkson.' Odin looked at Frigga who just raised a brow while smirking at him. He sighed. 'I shall make a true act of contrition to Steven and Anthony once this is all over.'

Clint gave him a nod. 'Great, let's go.'

'Sir Baron, Lady Romanoff, I do believe you must have heard stories from both my sons but let it be known that this was never an outcome I had wished for. Not for Thor, nor Loki.'

'With all respect, Allfather. I think you should talk this over with your sons, not with us.' Clint answered as he dropped some of the defense in his voice.

'Now, let us go. We must make haste.' Frigga used her Seiðr to clothe herself, Clint and Natasha in Vanir garment. They went to the Bifrost Bridge, their hearts pounding in both excitement and edginess.

'Be safe, my love. May the Norns watch over you and keep you from harm. I shall remain here and wait for your return.' Odin spoke as he watched the three leave the safety of the kingdom through the window. 'I wish you all a very fond farewell.'


'wakey wakey little prince.'

'Awake, son of Odin.'

'Odinson!'

Thor coughed heavily as he was wakened with a splash of icy water. He tried to open his eyes, to focus his vision on the man he heard in front of him.

'W-where am I?' He asked with a pounding headache.

'Do not worry, it matters not where you are. The only thing that matters is that you are here, at last.'

Thor tried to move but couldn't. He was hanging from his wrists, tied by chains he could not break. He struggled to free himself, pulled heavy on his restrains but could not undo them. With his wrists chained to the ceiling, his ankles chained to the ground, there was no room for movement.

'Oh please, do not trouble yourself. The dwarves of Svartalfheim are just as skilled in creating objects that strengthens the gods as they are in bounding them.'

The voice, it had changed. Was there someone else here as well? He tried to open his eyes again but alas, still nothing but darkness.

'Loki…? Is that you I am hearing?' Thor asked with a slight hint of hope and desperation in his voice.

'Figured out so soon huh? Such a shame but then again, I did not expect anything less from you.'

Thor felt someone touching the back of his head followed by the soft touch of silky fabric falling from his eyes. He squinted as he now stood face to face with the good of mischief.

'Hello brother.'

'Loki…?' Thor sighed with relief. 'Praise the Norns, I am so glad to see you my brother. I-I have no memory of what happened, my head is pounding, my mind a blur… but mother, I was with her just a moment ago! I met her on the roof of Stark Tower the moment I wanted to travel to Asgard. She said she came for me but-'

'Mother is fine, Thor.' Loki smiled gently.

'She is? Have you met her? Is she safe?'

'Even better.' Loki held out his hands and emitted himself in the green glow of his Seiðr, transforming himself into the divine Goddess. 'I have never left your side my son.'

'Mother…? Loki what is the meaning of all this?'

'Such ignorance wrapped in so much power. You have always been so naïve.' Loki, still in Frigga's form, placed her cold hands on Thor's chest. 'Such a senseless child have I raised.' She whispered as her lips came close to Thor's. 'If only I did better on guiding you towards adulthood…' She pressed her lips against that of the chained man. 'but perhaps, there might be time, still.' She whispered as she lowered her hands to his lower abdomen.

'ENOUGH!' Thor roared loudly, sending a shiver down Loki's spine as she took a step back. 'Enough of this madness Loki! Do not dare to use our own mother against me! This is lunacy, even by your standards!'

Loki smirked. 'You almost gave me a fright.'

'Free me of these shackles at once! Of what matter are they created?!' Thor hissed as he struggled harder against the chains.

'Careful my son, or you might cut yourself.'

'Nonsense!' Thor gave another hard tug on his restraints. The massive impact of his entire body weight and the forced strength of the tug caused the skin on his wrists to tear open. He yelped as he felt a sharp pain shooting through his arms, his blood dripping to the ground. 'W-what is this…?'

'How I hate saying "I told you so" but,- Oh wait-' Frigga held out her hands and let the Seiðr run its course over her body, changing back to Loki. '-I love saying I told you so.' He smirked. 'How does it feel, brother? To have your valor, your power and that thriving self-assurance taken away from you, all within the blink of an eye? How does it feel- to be mortal?' The grin on his face widened as he looked into Thor's confused eyes.

'Mortal?' Thor stumbled. 'I am the God of Thunder! I am the son of Odin and Frigga! I am not a mortal! I do not know what it is that has set you against me this time brother, but I assure you, you will pay!'

'Was that a threat?' Loki asked lightly. 'Still the tempers of a small child I see, always so eager to jump to conclusions, relying on violence to solve every problem in your pathetic life. Such a sad survival mechanism.'

Thor glared at Loki in anger, his teeth gritted and every muscle in his body tensed. Why? Why did it always have to be like this? Loki is his brother, a relative and friend he cherished and treaded with love and trust. Why was it always replied with hatred, rage and faithlessness? He did not understand and maybe, he never will. 'I have warned you Loki. I have shown you patience and understanding for many centuries but again they have been answered with your overwhelming desire for mischief!'

Loki placed a hand in front of his lips and giggled softly. 'And who is it you are truly angered with? Me for tricking you or yourself for your constant forgiveness? Think about that brother.'

'You soulless monster! Have you no heart at all?!'

'Flattery will not help you Thor. But let it sooth your feeling of guilt that you are not the only one who has fallen into my trap of kind lies and innocent deceives. Your Midgardian friends have all fallen for the same act, some were a lot easier to trick than others but they all seem to trust me quite nicely now thanks to you.'

'Thanks to me…?'

'Oh yes. Convincing them one by one that I was to be trusted after the battle in that puny city. I can only imagine their faces when I confront them with their biggest mistake. Shall I demonstrate for you?' Loki let his green Seiðr run over his body, transforming himself into the famous raven-haired man called Tony Stark.

'I told you your brother couldn't be trusted!' Tony raged. 'But no, I had to feel sorry for you when you came knocking at my door! I had to give that parasite a chance when you begged me to take him in!'

'Loki stop this act right this instance.' Thor spoke softly as he hardly dared to look at his friend.

Another green light emitted from the ground next to Tony, revealing the icy bleu-eyed archer. 'I saw everything Thor. Every little scheme planned inside that crazy mind of his. He's insane, I told you so and yet you still wanted him on the team. I was wrong to trust you.'

'Loki stop!'

On the other side of Tony, stepping out of a green mist was Natasha. Her refined figure wrapped in a simple but beautiful short black dress with black high heels.

'When Agent Coulson called and asked me to talk to the big guy, I first thought he meant Tony but it turned out he meant Banner. I thought it was a reckless decision, that something as dangerous and unpredictable as Hulk could never be part of a team build on trust. S.H.I.E.L.D. Had lost their mind, that was what I thought. But then they came with an even crazier consideration, letting Loki be part of our team. I fought against it, even threatened to leave the Avengers if he would join. But then you came Thor. I trusted you, I trusted your judgement on your brother and decided to give him a chance. I wish I never would have done that. It just comes to show I should trust none other than myself.

'Loki… Stop these illusions…'

Another green light emitted from the ground next to Natasha. Bruce stood staring at the ground, his arms crossed. 'I had my doubts on trusting your brother Thor. But it was you who convinced me to give him a second chance.' Bruce looked up and glared at Thor. 'Do you have any idea what this will do to Steve?'

'The captain? What more damage will Loki's betray do to him than it will to the rest of us...?'

Stepping from the green Seiðr fog raising in the middle of the circle of Avengers was the captain. His body in the same dreadful situation he was found in when the group rescued him. His uniform torn, his deep blue eyes murky with pain, sadness and shame. He moved his mouth to speak but remained soundless.

'Steven...?'

Loki took a step forward, walking straight through Tony and placed his hands on the captain's shoulder.

'Isn't he just adorable? So helpless, defenseless, scared of the ways of this cruel world like a mortal infant.' Loki placed soft kisses on the Steve's neck all the way up to his ear. 'There really isn't much left of the man he used to be now is there?'

'What is it you are scheming Loki?' Thor asked in a low voice, his eyes narrowed. 'What is it you are planning with Rogers?'

'You are failing to see what is in plain sight Thor.' Loki pressed his lips against Steve's, he opened his mouth and thrusted his tong into the captain's. He ended the rough and sloppy kiss with a playful bite on Steve's lip, leaving a string of saliva down the man's chin. He let his fingers tangle in the captain's messy hair before tugging at it roughly, pulling him down to his knees. He stepped behind the captain and placed his hands on his eyes and emitted a green glow.

Thor could see and hear Steve panting, his chest heaving heavily with every breath he took. A cold sweat followed soon after and tears started to run down the man's face.

'Loki what are you..?!' Thor asked softly between Steve's sobs. Steve started to tremble heavily and wrapped his arms around himself, making himself smaller and smaller with every cry.

'Brother! Leave him be! Stop this madness this instance!' Thor roared as he still hanged from his bleeding wrists.

'Nightmares-' Loki whispered in Steve's ear as he took his hands of his eyes and crouched down next to the traumatized man. Steve looked at him and immediately threw himself into the trickster's arms.'-endless nightmares for the one who loves me, trusts me without the slightest hesitation. It makes him tremble, weep and crawl on hands and knees straight into my arms. What is it you think would happen when he finds out my true colors? When I am not the trustworthy friend you proclaimed me to be?'

'H-he loves you...?' Thor looked at his fellow Avengers, his friends with tears in his eyes, like a young puppy, forsaken, abandoned. 'My friends... I have failed you... I am so sorry...' He lowered his head dejectedly as his friends turned into the Seiðr's green dust, vanishing in thin air.

He fell silent, as he looked at the two remaining men at his feet in defeat. Slowly, his expression changed into anger and shock. 'You... Is it you who caused the captain's disappearance? Was it you who took him?! Who held him captive and tortured him?!'

Loki did a slow, sarcastic clap. 'Congratulations my dearest brother, finally the truth has dawned into that pathetic little brain of yours. Although I do have to say, the praise is not all mine. I could not have done this without some help.' Loki pushed Steve hard against the ground before letting the figure vanish to nothingness. 'Such a shame you will not live to tell the tale.'

'YOU MONSTER!' Thor roared as he pulled and struggled against his restraints. 'I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU! LIKE MY FATHER DID TO YOUR PUNY KIN! I WILL TEAR YOU APPART!' Thor screamed as he opened his hand in order to catch Mjolnir.

A minute went by without the loyal hammer retrieving to his hand. Loki placed his hands behind his back and casually rocked his body back and forth. 'I'm waiting.'

'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!'

'Do I now have your attention now? Cause I will not be explaining this a third time you know.' Loki took a step forward and placed his hands on the god's hips. 'Your beloved Mjolnir was an offering of the dwarves of Svartalfheim. A gift to the great gods of Asgard in celebration of the birth of the great God of Thunder. You see, in basic, the dwarves gave you the key to your powers. Surely it must come to no surprise as I tell you they are also able to take away that very same key.

'The dwarves would never agree to such terms! My father and king Hreidmar have lived in peace and harmony for many centuries!'

'Indeed they have but never underestimate a dwarf's lust for gold and riches.' Loki smirked. 'Your hammer taken and kept away where it will never reach you, your body chained by power draining restraints. I will ask you again brother, how does it feel to be mortal?' He hissed as he let a hand glide down between Thor's pants and underwear.

'YOU FIEND!' Thor screamed as he tried to evade Loki's touch.

'Finally you seem to understand brother.' Loki's voice was dark, his wicked smile matched perfectly with the madness in his eyes while blood of Thor's wrists dripped on his face. He raised his hands and let the tip of his fingers glide over Thor's abdomen, lifting his shirt. He pressed gentle kisses over his muscular stomach, smearing blood all over his skin. He lowered his kisses till his lips touched the brim of his belt.

'STOP THIS!' Thor yelped as he tried to buck his hips backwards.

'What is there to worry? We are not brothers, not by blood nor by emotional connection. We were simply raised as such by fate's twisted design.' Loki continued to kiss Thor's skin, licking some of the blood away.

'I WILL NOT HAVE YOU TOUCH ME!' Thor tried to kick Loki as hard as he could but, just like his wrists, his ankles were still chained to the ground.

'Wooh, ever so feisty. I love it.' Loki spoke in a flirty tone. 'But you know, I might just give you a minute to calm down. All this talking, all this usage of my Seiðr has left me hungry.' He placed a wet kiss on Thor's lips. 'Do not threat Thor. I will return and when I do, it shall be you who shall suffer. It shall be you, who will be crawling in my shadow. You who will question his existence, who will consider taking your life and walking down the dark path to Helheim as the only true liberation.'


NOTES:

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