Alright... This chapter is a bit OOC but I REALLY needed to just get past it. I think it gets a bit better once Frigga gets in there. I skipped a few scenes as they wouldn't really have changed up if at all even in this story. Again, sorry it took so long to get the next chapter done! I will hopefully get another one done within the next two weeks or so! I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Killing Loneliness

Chapter 21: Feeling Down About This Love

Loki didn't know how to feel after the events that had transpired. Odin had cast Thor out onto Midgard, of all places. He starts to pace back and forth, ignoring the warriors three as they spoke, his mind being torn of what to feel.

On one hand, it was his fault of this had transpired… on the other, Thor was not ready to be king. It was a good thing Thor was having to learn from his mistakes. He may have gone about it the wrong way, but in the end, it would have to get better. Thor would make a marvelous king after he learns.

Suddenly a burst of cold breaks him out of his thought. It eyes snapping down to look at his hand, his legs stopping mid-step. He flips his hand around, remembering the chill he had received from the Frost Giant. He refrains from shaking at the memory. What had happened? Why would his skin change such a heinous color of blue? Had he been cursed as a child? He did not understand it. He must speak with someone about it… Odin must know what it is.

"Loki, you must go to the All-Father and convince him to change his mind." Sif says, making him jump as he looks over to her, surprised by the sudden interjection to his thoughts.

"I… I do not see why I must do such a thing." Loki says, furrowing his eyebrows. They must understand, Odin is the All-Father. He did what he believed to be right.

Sif glares at him, her eyes narrowing on him. "You are just as jealous as you were a child. We all know that all you wanted was to be just like Thor! Now is not the time to be going back because of your own selfishness." She hisses.

Loki felt his anger rise, his own thoughts becoming darker. "It is not as you think!" He responds back in a cold tone, "If Thor returns, what then? He goes back to being the arrogant prince that he once was? You saw how he acted. He was rash! He would not even listen to any of us." He couldn't stay here. He knew they hated him too. He turns to leave the room, his anger showing on his face.

He slams the door shut, his body moving on autopilot. He needed to be certain about his skin changing. He couldn't just ask without knowing for certain. There is only one place to check such things. He walks forward, only to be stopped. His feet planted at the woman in front of him.

"M-Mother, what are you doing here?" He questions looking a bit confused.

Frigga turns and gives Loki a warm smile, "My son… I have not seen you in ages." She pauses, noticing how his face ranged with emotions. "What ails you?" she asks softly, her hand moving comfortingly against his face.

Loki seems hesitant to speak to her, his face contorting to reluctance. "I do not know if I should speak about it." He murmurs.

Frigga gives Loki a look of sympathy. "Come, let us go to the garden." She grasps his hand and pulls him along to the place they always had privacy.

"Mother, I don't think-"

"None of that." Frigga states in a motherly tone. One that Loki knew he shouldn't argue with. He lets out a sigh as Frigga moves him into the garden. She takes a seat along one of the edges. "Now… What has you looking that way?"

Loki looks away from his mother, "I feel a bit of blame on which Thor was cast out." He answers one part of his worries. He couldn't tell her he made a deal with the Giants. It would make everything much worse than what they really were. "Had I been able to stop Thor, none of this would have happened."

Frigga watches Loki closely, her eyes much like his own when he studies someone. He had learned that from her after all. "Oh my young boy, you know as much as Odin and I that there was nothing else you could have done. Do not fret over it. Your father did what he deemed necessary." She tells him, her hand patting his hand as she does.

"I do understand this, but I can't just let it be. Thor may be a bit brash, but he still was trying to please Odin and you." He tries again, "It is only what he wished for."

"And that will never be your fault. You were not the one to place the thoughts of going to Jotunheim alone." Frigga says, a small shake of her head.

Loki didn't want to correct her on that, his face showing a grimace. "That does not change what has occured."

"Hush. None of that." Frigga says, now getting a stern look on her face. "Thor acted on his own intention; you could not have done anything to change such things." She sighs and pulls Loki into a half hug, even though she was smaller than him. "You are a good brother to Thor. Nothing can change that."

Loki felt the guilt consuming him once more. If only she had known. She could not understand how wrong her words had been.

"That is not all that has you acting in such ways is it not?" She asks her voice calm and collected. Loki did love that about Frigga. She always seemed to be the one he could speak to, even if it was in a roundabout way he speaks. It was as if she could actually see him compared to the others who didn't even give him a second glance.

"There are a few other things on my mind." He tells her honestly. He doesn't wish to speak of the Frost Giant encounter but perhaps one thing.

"I miss him." Loki says softly, his eyes not meeting Frigga's. "I miss him, and I fear I may to be late to visit him. I do not wish to go to Midgard for the chance that he…" Loki can't continue his words for perhaps they were right. He clenches his hands tightly.

Frigga hits him in the arm with a hard punch. Loki looks completely in shock for a moment.

"This is not the Loki I know." Frigga says, crossing her arms. "Where is the young man who no matter what would rush after his brother without much of a second thought? What happened to the trickster that played pranks on every person he crossed?" She continues down a list. "That boy… He would not let such a small thing get in his way. He would go to that man and tell him he will get better, or you would drag him out of Hel even if it burnt your own skin."

Loki pauses thinking over his mother's words. He agrees with all she had spoken, his mind starting to calm itself. That would at least resolve one of his problems. He let out a small chuckle from his lips. He gives Frigga a smile that had meaning to it. "Thank you, mother. I needed that." He responds back his tone lighter.

"Good. Now tell me… What is this man's name?" Frigga asks, a bit of a sly tone in her voice. "I do wish to meet this man who has captured my child's heart."

"Anthony. Anthony Stark. He does hate that name however." Loki gets a large smirk on his lips, "Not that has stopped me."

Frigga clasps an arm around Loki's arm. "Oh? Tell me about him? If he is going to be in our lives from here on, I want to know what to expect."

Loki lets the memories of the months before form in his head, "He is arrogant, narcissistic, and never knows when to back down." He pauses, realizing it sounds too much like Thor at that point. "His intelligence is beyond what one could expect. It is quite enjoyable to be able to exchange words with the man." Loki states before continuing on, "He however, loves his technology much more. The things he is able to create with Midgardian technology is awe inspiring." He remembers the suit Tony had made and how much it had fit the man. "If you can get past his narcissism, he can be caring… only when he wants to however. And most of the time it is only to get in someone's pants."

Frigga laughs at her son's enjoyment. "It does sound as if that would be someone you would choose." She continues to smile warmly at him, "If I may ask… what made you chose him?"

Loki pauses, not sure of how to respond at first. "I must say it was his insistent need to text me none stop that had caught my attention."

"Text…?" Frigga looks confused at the word.
Loki chuckles, "Or perhaps his intelegence. He… He can stand up to par with me. There are not many that can do that."

Frigga nods her head, "If you truly care for him… what are you still doing here? I believe Odin has lifted the ban from traveling using the Bifrost. Go. He must miss you as well." She gives him a small push forward. "You do not need to keep speaking to an old woman."

"You must be mistaken, the woman I speak to is the youngest I have set my eyes upon." Loki gives her a small bow, before turning to leave his hear no longer as heavy as it once had been.

"You do know how to make me feel young." Frigga smiles back, giving him a small wave. "Anthony is waiting."

Loki didn't need to be told again.

Loki lands just a few miles away from Tony's home. It is not too far from where he had needed to be. He pulls out a phone from his Midgardian clothing he had changed into. His fingers lightly touch each number. It was then; the phone began to vibrate none stop. The weeks of not using it causing all the messages to come in all at once.

A bit hesitant, Loki pulls open the texts, scrolling through them. Each one was from Tony, with the exception of Pepper and Happy every few.

Each one with a different message, varying from 'Please answer me' to 'I miss you'. Loki's heart felt a small pang at each one. Not only was his texts full, but his messages as well. He feels he shouldn't listen to them at first before he sighs and calls his inbox.

"I didn't mean to-" Delete

"I just want to-" Delete

"I am sorry." The shortest, yet last one on his phone.

He pulls the phone away from his ear. He moves his finger over Tony's number. Maybe he should call Pepper and ask her for a ride to Tony's, or even Happy.

His phone suddenly rang in his hand, a bit of surprise appearing on Loki's face. 'Private' appearing on the caller ID. Thinking it a bit strange that some unknown number was calling him, he decided to answer it.

"Loki Odins-"

"Mr. Odison." JARVIS spoke into his ear.

"Jarvis…?"

"I would like to inform you that Mr. Stark is headed to your location." Jarvis continues to speak. "I thought you would just like to be informed."

"What do you mean?" Loki questions, confused by what he means.

If the mechanical butler could sigh, he probably would have at this point. "Mr. Stark commanded that I track your phone activity since you left his plane."

"He tracked my phone?" Loki looks up in the sky and seeing a red suit flying quickly towards his location.

"I was only told to inform you his presence will be there soon. Goodbye, Mr. Odinson." And with that the phone went dead, making Loki look at it with a peculiar expression.

A loud noise of metal hitting the ground just as Loki started to put his phone away.

"Hello… Anthony." Loki says, his body turning so his eyes could watch the other.

The faceplate of Tony's suit flings up, his eyes showing relief, "Loki…"

And... I know I am at least a little bit evil. *cackles* HAVE A CLIFFY~