Notes:

Hi everyone,

Here's my new chapter for Sing me one last song.

Now, I am going to try something new here, instead of posting one chapter of 15 pages every 3 / 4 weeks, I will try posting one of 7 pages or so every 2 weeks.

So, here it is, one short chapter, ready for you! Hope you'll enjoy!


'My friends…?' Thor looked at Barton and Romanoff who both forced every fiber in their bodies not to flinch at the sight of their friend being in pure misery. 'Mother…?' Thor shook his head visibly. 'No… no not again...!'

'My son…' Frigga whispered, her hands covering her mouth. 'My dearest summer child… What have they done to you…?' Her voice trembled with shock, her eyes instantly filling with tears.

'Thor, it's okay.' Clint spoke, as the first shock of seeing his friend naked, tied up, blooded and wounded started to fade. 'We're here for you, it's over now. You'll be okay.'

'DO NOT COME NEAR ME!' Thor roared as the archer took his first step towards his side. 'Do not dare… to touch me!' He warned them, still panting heavily. 'Leave me in peace!'

'Thor, please. We are here to help!' Frigga spoke to her son in desperation, not understanding why her first born wished for them to leave.

'Nat.' Clint looked at the red-head and gave a small nod directed towards the worried mother.

'Maybe it's best for us to leave for a second.' Natasha spoke softly, placing her hands on the queen's shoulders. 'It's okay, agent Barton will help Thor. Let's see if we can find some clues on who could have done this.' She guided the still shocked and confused Goddess out of the room, leaving Clint with Thor.

'Thor, we-'

'Go away Barton!' Thor nearly screamed.

'…No, no I'm not going anywhere.' Clint spoke calm but firmly, he took off his cloak and placed it over Thor's body to which Thor shuddered violently. 'Listen, if it's about y-'

'Where is Loki?!' Thor screamed, tears rushing down his face.

'Loki's on Asgard, he's okay. Don't worry.' Clint crouched down next to the table and studied the locks on his wrists. 'I can get these off in no time, just try to lay still. You'll be out of here before you know it.' He tried to calm the god, not really knowing what more he could say.

'The coward, he ran…! He must still be close! I know he is!' Thor tugged hard at his chains, blood dripping from the wounds on his wrists and ankles. 'I NEED HIM! HE PROMISED!' He screamed, his mind and body still raging with an insatiable craving for his younger brother's touch.

'Thor, please, try to calm down.' Clint skillfully unlocked one of his wrists, freeing it from the chains that bound him. He stood up and watched as Thor immediately covered his face with his free hand, his nails digging deep into his flushed skin in frustration and shame.

'… It's okay Thor, really. Loki's safe, he's on Asgard with your dad.' He watched Thor gritting his teeth.

'Just… just try to hold still and you'll be out of here in no time, okay?' Barton sighed with a small, comforting smile as he focused on the god's other wrist.

'Lo-ki…' Thor almost whispered. 'Please… Please I b-eg o-of you.' He pleaded with heaving chest. 'E-nd this s-uf-fering...'

Clint quickly pulled off the second cuff and almost received a fist against his jaw as Thor immediately placed the freed hand on his face as well.

'Thor, come on, just a little more buddy. Hang in there…' Clint tried to speak up, hoping his words would calm him friend. He stood up and carefully covered Thor's hands with his own. 'It's okay, it's over. We're going home now.' He added but his words of comfort did not seem to reach him.

With a swift motion, Thor grabbed the archer's wrists, putting so much force in his grip that he nearly broke them. 'I… n-eed Lo-k-' Thor's sentence was interrupted by a violent shudder running through his body, he squirmed and threw his head back as a confusing mixture of moans and cries left his mouth. He let go of Clint's wrists, his body twitching in uncontrollable shocks.

'Thor… what have they done to you?' Clint spoke in a despairing tone, watching Thor's breathing grow shallow as his face was flushed.

Thinking of getting him out of here as fast as possible was his best option, Clint quickly moved to Thor's ankles and unchained them. He heard Thor hiss and growl in pain as he dug the metal out of his flesh.

'Okay, we're done, it's over. Come on man, we'll get you out of here. We'll get you to a hospital, you will be better in no time.' Clint stepped back to Thor's side. The man was crying, sweating and squirming on the table, his eyes fluttering till the point where Clint could hardly see the brilliant blue of his iris. His breathing became more rapid and shallow, near hyperventilating as soft moans kept coming from the back of his throat.

'Thor…?' Clint asked, a little confused at the sight of his friend's symptoms. 'Thor, easy, try taking deep breaths.' He tried to remain as calm as possible as he helped his friend through what he could only describe as a panic attack. He placed his hand on Thor's stomach, careful not to place it on his slashed chest. 'Here, breath from your stomach. It w-'

'DO NOT TOUCH ME!' Thor screamed. He took hold of Clint's shirt and, with as much force as he could conjure, pushed the man to the ground. 'I need Loki!'

Rubbing the back of his head with a loud hiss, Clint slowly stood up again. He looked at the god who was in a complete state of frenzy, terror and despair. He slowly nodded. 'Then we'll go see your brother, okay?' He tried. 'Here, let me help you get up so I can bring you to Asgard, come on… that's it, easy does it.' He waited for Thor's breathing to stabilize just a little and grabbed his hand, careful not to touch any of his wounds. He helped him to sit up, earning him another loud pain driven scream from the god as he immediately slammed his shoulder blades back on the table.

'Thor, you have to stand up, we have to get out of here.' Clint tried again, this time using a little more force.

Thor gasped for air as he was pulled off the table, his back, neck and shoulders burning from the sudden change of position.

'There you go, just a little more. I'm with you pal, I'm won't let you go.' Clint tried to reassure his friend. He carefully got Thor off the table but the god immediately fell to the ground as his legs could not support his weight. It was only now that the archer noticed the amounts of blood covering Thor's inner thighs.

'Oh god, Thor…' He softly whispered, letting himself fall on his knees next to the suffocating blonde.

'Just, just stay here, it will be okay.' He quickly spoke, carefully covering the man's body in his cloak again. 'I'll get Nat and your mother, we'll figure this out, you just lay still, okay?'

'Bro-ther…' Thor managed to speak with a wheezy breath, followed by a primal, ear deafening scream; 'LOKI!'

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'Brother…?'

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Clint and Thor both looked up as they heard a familiar voice. Standing in the doorway was the god of mischief himself.

'Loki?' Clint asked in confusion as he looked the trickster up and down. He had lost weight, his frame smaller than he remembered. He was wearing a simple, slightly to big, Asgardian tunic in the colors orange and yellow which just did not suit him at all. His skin even paler than before, his eyes circled in black and his hair messy and tousled.

Thor looked at his brother with desperate and pleading eyes, he struggled to get on his hands and knees, wishing to crawl towards the Liesmith. 'Lo-ki…' He panted.

'Thor!' Loki quickly ran towards his brother, letting himself fall on his knees in front of him. He wrapped his arms around the god of thunder, holding him tight against his body as a tear threatened to roll down his cheek. 'Thor, you fool!' he nearly cried, giving him a soft and tender kiss on his temple.

'You pro-m-ised…' Thor spoke in a wheeze. 'Y-ou promised t-o…' He tried to finish his sentence but a heavy shudder choked him as Loki, in an attempt to comfort him, let his fingers softly tangle through his golden locks.

'I am so sorry brother, I promise I will never leave your side again.' Loki whispered as he cradled his older brother in his arms, oblivious to Thor's own arms as they slowly slithered around his waist.

'Loki? How did you get here?' Clint finally managed to ask. 'Tony and Steve told us you were in pr-… Asgard.' He corrected himself.

'Yes, well, a lot has happened. I have managed to gather a small companionship, they brought me here and are waiting in the capital for my return. Their ship is nearby, you can use it to return to Asgard.' He carefully rested his head against his brother's. 'Do you hear me, brother?' He softly whispered with the most heartbreaking smile Clint had ever seen. 'I will help you get out of here… For the first time in my life, it is I who shall be useful to you.'

He then furrowed his brows as his brother moaned under his touch. 'Thor…?' He felt the god's hands moving under his shirt and, to his shock, in his pants. 'W-what are you…?'

'You promised…' Thor panted as he forced himself upon his knees.

'Thor, I think we should go, don't you?' Clint spoke with a worried expression as he watched the younger god struggle to push his brother's hands away.

'YOU PROMISED!' Thor suddenly screamed at his baby brother, his eyes covered in a white haze, his face warm and a bright shade of red.

Loki hissed as Thor pushed him hard against the ground and straddled him just below his waist. The trickster tried to fight his brother's hands as they violently ripped down his pants but he was no match for Thor's primal strength. 'N-no, Thor…!' He stammered in total confusion and disbelief.

'Thor stop this, please!' He pleaded, only now noticing his brother's naked body underneath the cloak. 'Do you not recognize me?! We are brothers…!' He cried as he began to shake with fear. He looked at this man, this stranger, who was hanging over him. Thor's expression was beyond recognition to him for he had never seen him so frustrated, so desperate and so manic. 'Brother please!' He almost sobbed. 'Please, stop this madness!' he stared at him in terror. This was not his brother, not an Æsir, not an Asgardian God. No, this was nothing more but a demon.

'THOR!' Clint shouted as he tried to pull him off his brother but, as he already feared, lacked the strength to stand up against the frantic god. 'NAT! FRIGGA!' he screamed, hoping the women were still nearby.

Without a warning, Thor's hands moved from Loki's waist to his neck. He placed them on the porcelain skin which already made Loki growl in pain. Yes, the small amount of Seiðr he could retrieve from his father's spear was enough to conceal his Jötunn form and wounds but not to heal them.

The pain slowly became worse as his brother's hands tightened, the used force enough to snap his neck.

'I suggest- you fulfill your promise, right now…!' Thor screamed at him, his feverish body shaking heavily.

'Th…or…' Loki tried, placing his hands on that of his brother's. His pale skin slowly ebbing away, revealing his blue form and all its wounds.

'TAKE ME!' Thor screamed as tears rolled down his cheeks. His insatiable, ravenous yearning blinding him from his brother's condition. 'YOU PROMISED!'

Loki heard Thor gritting his teeth as he placed one hand on his brother's cheek, carefully wiping away his tears with his thumb as he watched him with petrified ruby eyes. 'Bro…ther…'

'THOR!' Frigga screamed as she stood in the doorway with Natasha.

The two women both took a side and, together with Barton, somehow managed to pull the god's hands free from his brother, pinning him against the wall.

With her hands on his cheeks, Frigga sat on her knees in front of her son, tears rushing down her face as she begged for him to calm while Clint and Natasha each held an arm.

Loki, fighting to stay conscious as black spots clouded his vision, heard his mother's plead, his brother's screaming and his friends struggle to keep him down. He tried to sit up but as the sudden burst of oxygen rushed through his body, he could do nothing more but to lay still.

'Never will I fall for your lies again! Never will I place my trust in you again!' Thor screamed at Loki as if his mother was not even there. 'YOU ARE DEAD TO ME! DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU HORRID MONSTER?! DEAD!'

'Brother… Please, please don't say that, not you…!'

'Thor, stop it! He's your baby brother, isn't he?!' Natasha tried as she was hardly able to keep the god from breaking free.

'Brother, please… please, I am innocent! You must believe me! You must… I do not care for the others, as long as you believe me!' Loki harshly whispered as he was finally able to sit up. His chest heaving with sobs, being this close to break down and cry like he did when he was just a youngster.

This was it, the moment he dreaded most since the day he became notorious for being a mischievous liar. The moment his role model brother, the only one who had always believed in his innocence, the only one who never doubted the good in him, would abandon him.

'Never more will I let my friends fall into your gruesome hands!' Thor continued, tears rushing down his face. 'I will not let you do to them as you did to our captain! As you did to me!'

'Thor, stop…' Loki cried as he shielded his ears with his hands and crawled in on himself. 'Please… I do not lie…'

'I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU, YOU FILTHY JOTUNN!'

At this, Frigga raised her hand and slapped her son with all her strength which led to a complete silence. The heartbroken Goddess raised her hands and placed them on her son's chest.

'Sleep, my child.' She spoke with a broken voice, letting the last of her Seiðr seep into Thor's body. 'Sleep.'

Thor fought against the mystic power, fought against the sleep heavying his body but lost within a minute. He fell asleep, his body resting against the wall, his mother resting against him.

Natasha watched the two blondes sleeping and then looked at the still huddled and quivering god of mischief. She stood up and crouched down next to him. 'Loki,' She spoke softly, placing her hand on his shoulder. 'Don't worry, it's over. Your brother is asleep.' She spoke gently, remaining by his side till he stopped quivering. She watched with a kind and compassionate smile as Loki, much like a frightened hedgehog, looked up and slowly relaxed his tense muscles.

'Don't worry, they're asleep.' Clint reassured him as he stood up. 'Think you can walk?' He stood in front of Loki, trying his best not to show his concern of the god's condition and offered his hand.

Loki stood up, ignoring the archer's hand to save what little self-worth he had left. 'I am fine.' He answered bitterly. He looked at Barton, their eyes meeting and Loki instinctively braced himself for the judgmental gaze the other would give him. Hatred, fright, revulsion, pity. He had seen it all through those who had lain eye upon his Jötunn form.

'Good, let's get you all home.' The archer answered in a small sigh of relief, which left Loki in a daze.

'We could take them back to the motel and contact Odin.' Natasha offered, joining Clint's side.

'No, Thor needs help, now. We need to take him to Asgard. Loki told me he's got a ship ready,' Clint turned his attention towards the god. 'Right?'

Loki, blinking his eyes a couple of times with slightly open mouth, quickly brought himself back into the conversation. 'Y-yes, there is a ship waiting outside o-' He stopped his sentence and looked at the archer.

'…What?' Clint asked as the sudden staring started to work on his nerves. He turned around to see if something was happening behind him but all he saw were the two blondes knocked out cold.

'Those arrows,' Loki pointed. 'Are those the ones I gave you?'

'Yes, they are.' He simply replied, not really understanding Loki's sudden interest.

'May I?'

'Uh, yeah, sure.' Clint looked at Natasha who weakly raised her shoulders and gave the god his quiver.

Loki greedily took out one of the arrows which instantly reacted by shining in bright green. He had almost forgotten how much of his power he had stored into these weapons.

'I promise you I will give you new ones once this is all in the past.' He closed his eyes and, just like he did with his father's spear, retrieved his Seiðr from the item.

Clint and Natasha both took a step back as they saw the mystic powers at work. First to disappear were the wounds on Loki's wrists, ankles and neck, followed by the puncture wounds covering his eyes and lips. Then, Loki covered his bloodied Jötunn form with that of an Æsir and opened his brilliant green eyes. His tunic changing into a dark shade of purple which matched him way better than the bright colors of orange and yellow.

'This will do.' He stated, giving the arrow back to its rightful owner. 'It is not voice-activated anymore but it will still make for a great weapon.'

'Yeah, I'm sure it will.' Clint blinked a couple of times, trying to prosses what he just saw.

'Well,' Loki continued as if nothing had happened, trying to stop his body from shaking. 'As I said, there is a ship nearby. I shall take you there and will make sure you will travel safely to Asgard on autopilot.' He walked towards his mother and brother and kneeled in front of them.

'And you are coming with us.' Natasha stated, not even asking the Trickster what he had planned for himself.

'I cannot go back, Lady Romanoff. I am a fugitive; my return would be like signing my own death penalty.' He carefully brushed a lock of golden hair from his mother's face. 'I will remain here, on Vanaheim.'

'You will not.' Frigga spoke softly as she opened her eyes and placed her hand on that of her son's. 'You will return to Asgard, with us.' She looked deep into Loki's emerald eyes, a tired smile on her face.

'Mother… I can't go back, the Allfather will see me hanged…'

'Nonsense, love. I will see to it that you are no longer a suspect.'

'You have no proof of my innocence.' Loki looked at his sleeping brother, tears forming in his eyes. 'No, I will remain here.' He smiled at his mother, wanting to stand up but Frigga took his hand and stopped him.

'You are not staying here, Loki.'

'… Maybe it is best for you to go back to sleep.' Loki tried, readying his Seiðr.

'Loki Odinson!' Frigga spoke firmly to which her son flinched. 'Do not dare to use your Seiðr on me, young man!' She warned him in a way only a mother could. Stern but with a loving and genuine overtone.

Loki swallowed thickly, his hands softly twitching but not lowering. 'But mother,' He started.

'Hush, mother knows best.' She looked at her son who seemed to freeze and carefully leaned forward in an embrace.

Loki, still slightly trembling, fought bravely against the tears welling up in his eyes.

Frigga gently smiled, a tear rolling down her cheek as she whispered; 'It is good to have you in my arms again, my dearest winter child.'

'Mother…' Loki slowly wrapped his trembling arms around her, his head resting on her shoulder, buried in her yellow hair. 'I am scared…' He whispered.

Natasha and Clint looked at the pair in absolute silence as they heard a faint sob from the young god enclosed in the soft embrace of the Divinity.

'I do not want to die…'


Notes:

And that's it for this chapter, Thor's saved (sort of) but were they on time? Will Loki return to Asgard? Will things ever go back to normal between the two brothers? And how will Loki prove he is innocent? (or is he indeed guilty?) read more in the next chapter which, I hope, will be up in 2 weeks!

pleeeaase let me know if you like the shorter chapter or not… also, of course, let me know what you think of this chapter in general! Your loving comments are truly what keeps me going :D