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Good day to you, my fellow Midgardians!

Welcome back to another chapter of Sing me one last song.

Now, I will keep this short as you have already waited long enough for this chapter to be posted but I would like to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for your kind and amazing comments, it really keeps me going!

One warning for this chapter! The last part will contain a sexually explicit Loki/Frigga x Thor (psychological torture). So please do not read if you do not like that kind of torture. (oh god, what am I doing to these poor characters)

Now please, enjoy!


'There must be something we have missed. Hand me those old maps again.' Natasha pointed at a folded old sheet of paper next to Clint's stag of notes.

'We already checked every possible spot on these maps, old and new. There is nothing left.' He answered while going through a pile of "Wanted Poster".

'Just hand them over Clint.' Natasha spoke, irritation lowering her voice.

He sighed deeply. 'Fine.' He muttered, throwing her the map.

He couldn't say he did not understand where her frustration was coming from. It has been over a week since the three of them had left earth in search of Thor but they've made little progress so far. They had infiltrated every dark and suspicious bar they could find in search of information. Spoken to every survivor of the great war between Asgard and Vanaheim who seemed to hold even the slightest grudge against the Odinson bloodline, checked every lead they could get their hands on, investigated every place that had any resemblance with the background of Thor's painting but all was in vain.

'Let's see…' Natasha unfolded the map and spread it out over the small table, covering Clint's papers as well.

'Do you mind?' He asked heavily irritated, his lack of sleep finally seemed to get the better of him. His body felt heavy, his muscles sore, his concentration seemed to have abandoned him a long time ago.

'The Shores of Njord, the Solitary Mountain of Gullveig…' Natasha continued to mumble without even looking up. 'The Great Gardens of Odr and the Tranquil Forests of Freyr…' She grabbed a marker and encircled all the listed placed.

'All searched thoroughly.' Clint added as he stood up and leaned over the table on the palms of hands. 'Turned every mold covered stone, nothing.'

Natasha sighed deeply as she let the marker fall from her fingers. She rubbed the back of her neck and laid her head to rest on the table. 'And still I am sure we are missing something…' She said while fighting to keep her eyes open.

'Maybe we're just searching in the wrong Realm. I mean, there are nine, right? Who says Thor's even here.'

'I do.' Frigga answered from behind a large book, making Natasha and Clint turn their heads to the woman seated in an old, dusty armchair. She closed her book and joined her Midgardian allies at the table. 'I recognized those creatures, they are of Vanaheim. There is no uncertainty in my mind.'

Clint nodded, pushed himself off the table and phased back and forth. 'Then how come we are getting nowhere? We have already searched so many places, interrogated so many Vanir, all for nothing. I was even sent to a false location just this afternoon.'

Both Ladies looked at Clint with a raised brow.

'Some old man told me he had seen suspicious movements on a nearby plain or something but said that no one believed him.' He continued to explain. 'According to him, those plains haven't shown any form of activity since the end of the great war.'

'So? Did you look into it?' Natasha asked after rubbing her face and yawning.

'Of course I have.' Clint sat back down at the table and drank his last sip of red wine. 'There was nothing, just grass as far as the eye could see.' He looked at the old map and pointed out the location. 'Right here.' He sighed in defeat. 'It was a waste of time…'

'Hold on a second…' Frigga turned the map and studied it with narrowed eyes. She tried to read the plain's name but the words on the map were faded and creasy. 'Did the elder man spoke of a name?' She asked impatiently.

'A name?' He looked at the map as he thought back to his conversation. 'Yes, it was something really weird… something with- gamble…? Or slutter-something.'

'Think!' Frigga commanded in a threatening voice. 'I need to know exactly what these plains are called.'

'O-okay uhm… I think it was… The Gamble Sletter af Nerthus.' Clint spoke clumsily. 'It doesn't even sound right… Well I do think the old man was drunk so-'

Frigga nodded and walked to the piles of books surrounding the armchair she was sitting in while repeating the name. She pulled out an old book and placed it carefully on the table as it almost fell apart. 'I have heard of those plains before. I have read about them somewhere… It was in this book, I am certain.'

Clint and Natasha stepped to her side, both curious of what the Goddess had to show them. They watched her turn page after page in a book they themselves could not read.

'What language is this?' Natasha asked a bit confused. She was fluent in many languages; English, Russian, Chinese and even Latin but this, this was like something she had never laid her eyes on before.

'It is the language of the Vanir of Old. Once the native tongue of an entire Realm, now a language long dead, only spoken by a few of the elderly.' She answered while swiftly searching every page. 'Ah! Here it is! De Gamle Sletter av Nerthus…' Frigga's eyes widened. 'Nerthus…' She mumbled.

'Meaning what exactly?' Clint asked, deciding on studying the pictures drawn next to the texts.

'The Old Plains of Nerthus…' Frigga slowly lowered herself in one of the shaky old chairs, her expression clearly showing concern.

'Nerthus? Who is Nerthus?'

'He was a commander of Vanaheim, a soulless monster known for taking my people prisoner and torturing them for information.'

'Do you think he could be behind Thor's disappearance?'

Frigga shook her head. 'Not possible. Nerthus could not accept the truce between Asgard and Vanaheim and thus sought vengeance. He sneaked into our Realm and wandered from town to town, slaughtering innocent civilians without any form of mercy. Men, women, children, all had to suffer a gruesome death. After murdering his way through my kingdom for six months, he used his Seiðr to sneak into the palace and stalked me… After months of unsigned letters of love, anonymous flowers and constant shadowing, we were able to catch him. He was sentenced to rot in our deepest cells for all eternity.'

'So he is still in Asgard?' Clint asked.

'No. He is dead.' Frigga answered coldly. 'When Thor and Loki were still small, they had made their way to the cells in the deepest of night. How Loki managed to do so I still do not know but he was able to enter the cell and Nerthus attacked him. He snapped his little arm like a twig and slammed him into a wall causing a concussion. He was sentenced to death and executed the next morning.'

Natasha took a deep breath and nodded. 'So that's it. There goes another suspect, another lead.'

'Not quite. Nerthus had a loyal army at his side, faithful to his every commend. Now Nerthus might be gone, but who knows, maybe he appointed an heir before he left Vanaheim. Someone to follow in his footsteps of hatred and retaliation were he to fail.'

'But I've checked those plains. I've been walking the entire day, the blisters on my feet can confirm. There was nothing.'

'Maybe for the untrained eye there is indeed nothing.' Frigga answered the archer.

'Untrained eye?' Clint repeated with irritation. He opened his mouth again but decided to remain silent after he received a kick against his shin from underneath the table. He glared at the red-headed woman sitting across from him with a twitching eye.

'Yes,-' Frigga continued. 'The Vanir are masters of disguise. They like to create secrete doorways and conceal their passages using their Seiðr, they are impossible for a mortal to spot.'

'But not for you.' Natasha concluded.

'I hope not.' Frigga answered as she closed the old book.

'Well than, what are we waiting for?' Clint impatiently grabbed his quiver and reached for his bow only to stumble over his backpack. He could grab onto his bed just in time before he would hit the ground. 'You. Saw. nothing.' He claimed and kicked the backpack against the wall.

'We will first rest.' Frigga decided. 'Do not misunderstand, I want to leave this reeking hostel and march for the plains just as much as you do but I can see we are all tiered. If it is true that there is a man out there capable of prisoning my son, then we need to be at full strength when we confront him. I will send word to my husband and he will be sure to inform your friends on your home planet.'

Natasha and Clint reluctantly nodded. Natasha was the first to stand up.

'I'm taking a shower.' She said and entered the bathroom, locking the door.

Clint slowly stood up and started to undress.

They didn't want to raise any suspicion, so when they got to this motel a week ago and asked for a room, they had told the desk clerk they were friends traveling through Vanaheim and were searching for a cheap room as they had little money. The woman behind the desk then gave them the key to an old room with three beds and thus, they have been sharing their accommodation with each other for almost twelve days.

Half an hour had passed and Clint looked over his shoulder, Frigga and Natasha were already sleeping soundly as soon as he had switched off the lights. He smiled gently and placed his head to rest on his pillow.

'Don't worry Thor.' He mumbled softly as he felt his eyelids grow heavy. 'Just a few more hours… and we'll take you home…'


'Is there anything you would feel comfortable talking about?' Bruce asked as he sat on a white couch in the living room next to Steve, both staring into the distance.

Steve shook his head.

'That's okay, you can take all the time you need.'

'I can't.' Steve answered short.

'You mean, you can't tell me?'

Steve shook his head again and looked at his fiddling fingers. 'I can't take my time.'

'Why not? Because of Thor?'

Steve nodded. 'It's not only Thor. Barton, Natasha, Loki… I'm a captain whose team is falling apart while I…' Steve stopped and rubbed the bridge of his nose between his fingers. 'While I sit here doing nothing. And even if I try to help I just end up hurting everyone.'

'We all know you did not mean to harm us.'

'But I did. I almost pierced you, Clint and Natasha with a table, I tried to kill Tony by throwing him out of a window! I-I tried to kill myself…'

'It was all because of a panic attack Steve and that's what we will try to work on okay?' Bruce asked carefully but got no response. 'Is there anything you would like to share with me?' He kept a close eye on Steve. He watched his breathing, the heaving of his chest. He watched his pupils and the color of his skin for any changes. He knew the only thing that could help Steve was to talk about his trauma but he didn't want to force the soldier into anything he did not feel comfortable with.

Steve kept staring, keeping his mouth shut tight.

'… Let's start with your suit. You said you were going for a jog but when we found you, you were wearing your suit. Can you explain that?'

Bruce realized, after fifteen minutes of complete silence, this was not going to work. He decided on taking a different approach.

'So, maybe care to tell me about you and Loki?' He asked carefully and watched as a gentle smile appeared on Steve's face.

'Me and Loki…' He repeated with a little twinkle in his eye. 'What is there to say?'

'Do you feel like all your memories have returned?'

Steve nodded. 'Mostly, yes.'

'Good. Now tell me what you think of him. Could it be that you care for him?'

'I care for all my friends.'

'Okay, but could it be more than that? Could you maybe be… fond of him?'

'Fond?' Steve asked while still refusing eye contact with Bruce. 'I don't know. He's… Calm, kind and clever. The way he talks and loses himself while reading. How he peeks over my shoulder when I'm drawing, thinking I do not notice him… He is always genuinely interested in others.'

'Always tries to learn as much as possible.' Bruce added.

'Exactly!' Steve smiled at him as he turned around. He quickly looked down with a little blush on his face. 'I guess you could say I am somewhat… fond, of him.' He almost whispered.

His smile quickly disappeared as he thought back to the chained blue creature, locked away in a deep, smothering dungeon. He stood up and restlessly phased back and forth.

'Steve?' Bruce asked cautiously. 'What's the matter? Talk to me.'

'I have to do something.' Steve spoke as he kept walking. 'Loki, he- he is stuck there and I promised him to do everything I can to help.' He shook his head. 'I can't stay here. I can't do it. I can't talk, not now. Maybe someday but not now.' He mumbled, hardly aware of Bruce's presence, touching the walls with the tip of his fingers. 'I have to go. I have to get out. I- I have to help them. I won't let them-'

'Steve,-' Bruce slowly stood up, cleared his throat and spoke up. 'Let's stop for today. I'll get us some tea or coffee, okay?' He placed his hand on the captain's shoulder in an attempt to make contact.

Steve turned around, his eyes bewildered, his face covered in sweat. 'DON'T TOUCH ME!' He screamed as he took a few steps back.

'It's okay, you're okay Steve.' Bruce said while raising his hands. 'I understand, you have to go, that's okay. I'll go get your suitcase ready and then we can leave, I'll bring you to Natasha and Clint.'

Steve quickly nodded as he began to wobble on his legs. He kept scanning the walls with the tip of his fingers. 'A door, a door. There has to be a- a door, somewhere. I have to get out. I have to go.' He kept mumbling as he pushed Bruce aside. 'They will not get me. I will not let them get- you. Not Loki. Not Natasha. Not Clint. Not Thor, not, not… no one.' He breathed heavily as he kept walking around aimlessly.

'Steve can you hear me?' Bruce asked while slowly taking a few steps back. 'Do you see me?'

'Out… out… there has to be an exit, somewhere. I don't want to, anymore.' Steve turned to the sound of a door opening. He shivered as he felt a cool breeze on his sweat covered skin coming from the opened door. It was Tony, holding two cups of freshly brewed coffee.

'I thought you might wanted a drink, Rogers.' He entered the room with a casual smile on his face. He waited for Steve to answer but the captain remained silent and stared at him with wary eyes. '… Banner, would you like some?'

'Yes, thank you Tony.' Bruce took a cup from Tony's hand and carefully sipped his coffee.

'A way out...'

Tony turned around and looked at the door. 'Yes,-' He eventually confirmed. '-That door leads to the kitchen but that's not where you want to go.' He took a few slow steps towards the captain. 'You want to go to Natasha and Clint, right?'

Steve nodded. He wanted to keep as much distance between him and Tony as possible and pushed his back against the wall.

'We can help you get there, right Bruce?'

'Oh! Yes, definitely.' Bruce smiled a bit awkwardly. 'Like I said, I can get you your suitcase and then we'll be on our way.'

'See?' Tony turned to Steve again and handed him his drink. 'You just enjoy your coffee while it's hot. We'll take care of the rest.' He smiled. 'You do trust us, don't you?'

Steve froze for a minute before cautiously taking the warm cup from Tony's hands. He looked at the steaming dark brown liquid, took a deep sniff and then placed it against his lips. He kept his eye on Tony and Bruce as he took a small sip and then another.

'Okay, great. Now you stay here while Bruce and I get y-' Tony stopped his sentence as he watched Steve's cup fall from his hands and chattering on the floor. The two men quickly ran to the captain's side and supported him as his limbs grew weak.

'I- I can't m-move…' He wheezed as his legs gave out. 'W-what's happening to me? What have you done?!'

'Sorry Rogers, it's for your own good.' Tony huffed as he and Bruce carried the soldier to the couch.

'You'll feel better in a minute, I promise. We put a strong sedative in your coffee. It first takes effect on your muscles and will then calm your mind.' Bruce sat down next to Steve and rubbed his face with his hands as he heard a sob coming from his friend.

'Try not to fight it Steve. Try to except it, it'll help you, I promise.' Tony crouched down in front of Steve and held on to his hands, softly stroking his skin with his thumbs. 'Trust us, we only want to help you.'

'Help me…' Steve whispered with tears rushing down his face, his body trembling in fear. 'Please… please don't hurt me…'

Bruce and Tony remained by Steve's side until he was completely calm. Bruce watched the clock, it took the sedative exactly six and a half minutes to stable Steve's body and mind. Those were the six longest minutes he ever had to sit through as he and Tony tried their best to comfort their crying and petrified friend.

'Steve, you there?' Tony asked carefully as he sat down next to him. 'You okay?'

The soldier slowly nodded while staring to the opposite wall with a gloomy expression.

'Good…'

'Don't worry. You'll be able to move your body soon enough.' Bruce said, not really sure whether he tried to reassure Steve or himself.

Another deafening silence filled the room while the three men remained at each other's side.

'My suit was fixed.' Steve spoke eventually. 'Agent Hill called me while I was running. She told me my suit was completely repaired from all the damage it took during the battle in New York. I wanted to take it for a spin so I went to S.H.I.E.L.D., put it on and continued my run. It was already dark so there would be no harm in testing it outside… that was what I thought…'

Bruce nodded. 'Can you tell us what happened after you got the suit?'

Steve tried to shake his head but couldn't as the anesthetic still lingered in his veins. 'No.' He spoke with a dry mouth. 'I remember running and… someone was standing in the fog, looking at me. I can't remember who it was... His clothes, his face, it's all a blur. Next thing I remember is waking up and… a-and…'

Tony saw Steve swallowing and trying to force himself to tell them what was on his mind. He watched the captain struggle but the words would not pass his lips.

'It's okay. I think this is enough progress for today.'

'Do you think Natasha and Clint are making any progress?'

'I'm sure they are, Steve.' Bruce answered as he laid his hand to rest on the man's shoulder. 'And I'm sure Thor is… is giving those asses a hard time.' He spoke with a sigh.

'Yeah, nothing more stubborn than our Asgardian blonde prince.' Tony added as he leaned against Steve and closed his eyes.


'Make sure you strap that thing on tightly, I do not want it running around in here.'

'Yes, yes, stop your whining. Here, hold on to this.'

'DON'T point that thing at me! It's absolutely disgusting!'

'What's that now, are you scared?'

Thor woke up to the sound of two men arguing. He opened his eyes and squinted as fluorescent light shined brightly in his face. He blinked and tried to adjust. He looked around and noticed he was lying down on what felt like a table, his arms stretched and tied to a beam. His legs partly spread and chained tightly to the ground.

'Hey, look who has finally decided to wake up.' A man at Thor's left noted while holding some sort of iron bucket with straps attached to it. Thor squinted as he swore he saw the bucket move on its own. The man placed the bucket on Thor's bared arm and pulled the straps tightly.

Thor almost yelped as he felt something crawling on his skin. He tried to break free from his restrains, pulling and tugging as hard as he could. 'What is this? What have you placed on my arm?!'

'Do not dread, soon it will all be clear.' The other man answered as the two of them walked through a door and left.

'Cowards! Come back!' Thor yelled but fell silent directly after. He looked at the bucket and listened carefully. Something was inside there, something at least 9 inches long and clawing against the metal from the inside. He tried to focus on his sense of touch, he could feel something soft but also leather-like, he could feel paws as well, four of them, crawling with swift little steps over his skin.

'I will grand you your freedom if you can correctly guess what is crawling on your skin.' A voice spoke from the back of the room.

'LOKI?!' Thor roared, fighting even harder against his restraints. 'Unchain me! Get this- whatever it is off me!'

'Oh how I wish I could but as you said, I have an overwhelming desire for mischief so no, I will not.' He stepped into the light, holding a glass of clear liquid, and kissed Thor's neck. 'I am so sorry my dearest brother but you must understand that none of this is my fault, it is simply my nature. I am certain you will forgive me just like you always have.' He smirked while placing his hand on Thor's chest and softly massaged his muscles. 'You're so tense, let me help you unwind.'

'Keep your filthy hands off me!' Thor glared and gritted his teeth while his brother placed the glass next to his head on the table, climbed on his lap and straddled him. 'What is it you want from me?!'

Loki smiled kindly and leaned forward. He pressed his soft lips against Thor's ear and moaned; 'Suffering and utter humiliation.' He placed a gentle kiss on his temple and then softly nibbled on his ear. 'I want you cowering, begging and crawling at my feet. I want you broken, disgraced, to make you so dirty no one will stand you.' He continued to whisper in his ear while slowly but firmly moving his hips back and forth. 'Not even yourself.'

'I will never bow to your will!'

Loki chuckled. 'You're so noble, Thor. So pure and you have so much pride. I wonder how long those traits will be yours once I make you beg me to be yours, when you plead for me to take you.' He kissed Thor's lips and smiled. 'And after you put yourself through all the humiliation of lusting after your own younger brother, I will give you what you want. I will fill you up and make you moan, no, scream for more. You will adore me, need me, crave me.'

'NEVER!' Thor roared as he kept squirming in a struggle to break free, bucking his hips trying to throw Loki out of balance. But all he managed was to make Loki smile even more, he saw him biting his lower lip and leaning over him as he watched him with lustful eyes.

'You are so rough my dear brother, I always liked that about you.' He moaned as he kept pushing his groin into Thor's. He watched as Thor's cheeks reddened, his breathing deepened and his eyes filled with pure hatred and shame. 'It is amusing, is it not? How one's body can yearn for something the mind wants to repulse so desperately.'

'Get- off m-me!' Thor hissed as he fought to suppress a moan.

'Why is it you want me gone so badly?' Loki asked while pouting. 'Is it because I am male? Would you prefer a woman's touch instead?' His smile returned as he let his Seiðr run its course over his body, changing him into a blonde goddess, the queen of Asgard. She was clothed in a much revealing dark yellow dress. Her spread legs were bared showing her flawless skin, the neckline barely covering her breasts. 'I have to admit,-' He spoke in Frigga's voice. '-A woman's body does feel… gentler.' She whispered as she placed her hands on her neck and let them glide down to her chest. 'Is this to your liking, my dearest summer child?' She smirked as she leaned over her oldest son. Her normally kind and gentle blue eyes tainted with lust and greed.

'NO! STOP THIS! LOKI, STOP!' Thor screamed as he pulled even harder on his chains, making the table tremble on its legs.

Frigga grabbed onto Thor as she almost lost her balance.

'YOU HORRID MONSTER! FILTHY BEAST! – AAH!' Thor suddenly screamed in pain and turned his gaze towards his the bucket on his restraint arm.

'I do not think our little friend liked your tantrum love.' Frigga huffed as she regained her breath and listened to Thor's cries of pain. 'You've always loved animals, haven't you? Surely you would not mind a poor starving rat to eat its way through your flesh.' She smirked deviously.

'Get that thing off my arm Loki! Now!' Thor cried out as he felt the rat eating through his skin and clawing its way through his flesh.

'Why would I? It is so enjoyable to watch you suffer. Your face, that expression, it suits you perfectly.' She spoke with a flirty tone. 'It turns me on.'

What was only ten minutes felt like hours to Thor. He tried to keep himself from screaming, he fought bravely against the tears welling up in his eyes for no matter what excruciating pain he felt, he did not want to give his little brother the satisfaction of hearing his lament. After those seemingly endless minutes, the rat had eaten its way through his flesh and had crawled from underneath the edge of the bucket through the deep wound. It immediately scattered as soon as it saw the bright lights, leaving a trail of blood and skin tissue.

With heaving chest, he cursed mentally as he felt the tears streaming down his temple and disappearing into his hairline. He stared at the ceiling, trying everything he could to avoid eye contact with the being he recognized as his own mother.

'Ah, there it goes.' She spoke while waving the blood-stained creature goodbye. 'Let me get this for you.' She leaned over Thor, gave him a quick kiss and unbuckled the bucket from his arm. She placed her fingers in the wound and admired the ruby liquid staining Thor's skin and dripping to the floor. 'You were so brave my love.' She kissed his temple and trailed his tears with her tong to the corner of his eyes while slowly moving her hips back and forth. 'I love you so much my dearest summer child.' She moaned as she lowered her kisses to his cheeks.

'Have you no shame at all?' Thor asked while keeping his vision locked on the ceiling. His throat soar from screaming.

'Shame?' She repeated while panting in his ear. 'This is nothing to be ashamed of.' She lowered her kisses to his neck while digging into his skin with her nails, leaving red scratches.

'Stop this…'

'I am only granting you a favor.'

'Loki, stop…'

'A soft body with gracious curves, a divine goddess, here, at your side. Was that not what you always wanted?'

'Loki…!'

'As a matter of fact, I might start to get jealous.' Frigga continued while lowering her dress. 'Her body against mine, her legs spread as I fill her with my c-'

'FOR NORNS SAKE, LOKI! SHE IS YOUR MOTHER! DOES THAT MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?! YOU PSYCHOTIC PERVERSE PEST!' Thor screamed with eyes shut, every muscle in his body trembling with rage. How dare he? How dare Loki to use his own mother in such ways.

Frigga smirked, she conjured a knife, cut his shirt open and let her hands glide over his muscular and sweat covered abdomen. 'It would be a dream come true.'

Thor gritted his teeth in anger, his heart was pounding loudly in his chest, his blood boiling.

'I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS! I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU! I WILL DO TO YOU WHAT MY GREAT FATHER SHOULD HAVE DONE WHEN HE FOUND YOU, YOU FOUL ARGR!'

Frigga's hands stopped moving. Her nails slowly sinking deep into the man's chest. She looked at Thor with a twitch in her eye. 'Argr?' She repeated. 'Great. father.?' She clenched Thor's jaw in her hand and forced him to look at her. 'You take that back. Right now!'

'Never!' Thor hissed and spit in her face.

Frigga's eyes widened, her face completely frozen. She let the Seiðr ebb from her body, revealing the raven-haired trickster. He wiped the spit of his face and got off his older brother. He took a deep breath and phased back and forth in anger.

'That beast, that war hungering, pitiful excuse for a man is anything but great!' He kept walking as he let his hands glide through his hair.

'The great Allfather is ten times the man you will ever be!'

'DON'T!' Loki slammed his hands on the table. 'Do not speak of him in my presence! He is a puny and dull creature! He is not worthy of Frigga's love!'

Thor furrowed his brows. 'Since when are you so obsessed over mother?'

'Silence.'

'What could she have possibly done to deserve such vulgar treatment from the man she thinks of as her own flesh and blood?!'

'SILENCE!'

Loki snitched the glass of clear liquid from the table and took hold of Thor's jaw. 'Let's see how you speak once that pretty face of yours is melting from acid. Do you think your friends will still like you then?! Do you?! Do you think your Midgardian admirers will still welcome you with open arms?!'

'Loki, stop. Put that glass down. Just, for Norns sake, put it down.' Thor spoke softly as he could hear his heartbeat thundering in his ears. He looked at the glass with fear in his eyes. Acid, he brought acid and was planning on pouring it over his face. The thought of the liquid damaging his skin, burning through his flesh and leaving him in a pain so fierce left him terrified. 'Please… please, put the glass down.' He swallowed thickly.

'Oh, how I love it when you beg me for mercy.' Loki hissed as he held the glass over his head. His wicked smile returned as strains of black hair hanged loose in his face. 'Do not worry brother, I will be there to comfort your friends as they morn over your mutilated corpse!'

'NO! NO! PLEASE, NO!' Thor screamed at the top of his lungs as he felt the liquid pouring over his face. The adrenaline in his body kept him from realizing it did not harm his skin. He laid on the table, trembling, crying, nearly hyperventilating while the water dripped from his face, into his hair and to the ground. He looked at the God of Mischief, tears rushing down his face.

He was laughing. Without any sign of pity or remorse, Loki was loudly laughing.

'Oh my dear brother-' He spoke while chuckling. '-how is it you always manage to make me laugh?' He kissed a tear from Thor's cheek. 'How I love you.' He rested his head against Thor's and gently held the quivering, terrified God in his arms. 'and I'll make you love me, crave me till the moment I pierce your longing heart and take your last breath away.'


NOTES:

Will Frigga, Clint and Natasha find Thor?

Will Steve ever recover from his trauma?

What the flying f*ck is up with Loki?!

And if Loki's with Thor, then who's locked away in Odin's dungeons?!

Join me next time in chapter 11 to find the answers to these questions and much more!

Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

Ps. So sorry if I offended anyone by making Frigga proclaim Norse is a dead language! I really hope I translated 'The Old Plains of Nerthus' to 'De Gamle Sletter av Nerthus' correctly! Please let me know if I didn't and I will be happy to change it!

Also, part three of "All I did for you" will be posted soon as well!