Chapter Five: Attack! Loki's Pregnant, Here We Go Again!

When little Prince Tola came into the world, the mood in Asgard was brightened all across the kingdom. Jane's fruitfulness reassured the people that they had a future and a strong leader and queen to take the throne. After the birth everyone returned to their normal lives and peace settled over the kingdom of Asgard once more. Loki was grateful for the calm, but patrols in and around the palace increased trifold. Guards were posted everywhere and their distrust and uneasiness of Loki made him warry. He was five months pregnant and naturally short on energy and honestly preferred a little time to himself, but he knew he would not be granted that.

Loki walked the halls carrying a basket full of fresh vegetables for the night's dinner. He traveled all the way to the main kitchen, for it had the best stock, to collect the items he needed. He rounded the corner and instantly regretted it as he came face to face with a sea of guards. He paid them no mind as he walked by, ignoring the nasty remarks they said under their breath. They would get theirs in time, Loki smirked. He hurried down to the private kitchen he loved to use and was slightly annoyed to find guards posted there as well. One scowl was all it took to clear the path, but he should have known the kitchen would be full of maids.

"I see I will catch no breaks today." Loki muttered to himself, squeezing by the cooks and servers to put his vegetables away. The kitchen was full and he was hungry and tired. The cooks were all working so hard to prepare dinner for the royal family, Loki decided that tonight would be a good night to have dinner with his beloved brother and Jane.

Freya was overjoyed Loki and Magnus decided to join them for dinner. Odin was warry, but he too was happy to see his son and grandson. All ate around the table listening to Thor boast about his travels, he was always the chatty one and for once Loki didn't mind. After his story was done Thor turned his attention to Loki and Magnus. He was in a wonderful mood and eager to find out what was new in Loki's life.

"Loki! Please, tell us what you have been up to!" Thor spoke incredible loud.

"Oh, not very much." Loki didn't like the sudden attention as he pinned on a smile. He was bloated and tired, but felt the need to try an add something to the conversation. "Magnus, however is doing very well in his studies." Loki smiled. "Aren't you Magnus?"

His son smiled and nodded. "Papa, teaches me so much, we study everyday!" The child beamed. "Papa, after dinner can I read grandma and grandpa a story?" He signed.

Freya clasped her hands together. "Oh! That's a wonderful idea!"

"I agree." Loki smiled. As he picked at his food he looked up and noticed Jane fumbling to offer Tola a bottle.

"Oh it's easier from the teat." He smiled and suggested innocently.

Jane looked up, disheveled and laughed. "Oh I'm not breastfeeding."

Loki dropped his fork and his jaw. Everyone stared at him. He laughed nervously as he composed himself. "Surely, you know it's best to offer him your milk." He said with real concern.

Jane struggled but finally got her son to take the nipple. "Oh, well it's time consuming and I don't think." Tola whined and started to fuss. "Tola." She tried to calm him.

Loki sighed and shook his head.

Jane grunted and gave up trying to feed her son. A maid came to her side and took Tola away.

"It's alright, the formula is the best." Thor interjected. "It comes from our best milk maids. It has everything our child needs."

Loki glared at his brother for trying to tell him what was best. "What he needs, is his mother's milk, Thor."

"Loki." Thor warned

"Thor." Loki would not bend. He was a mother too and understood the benefits of breastfeeding. It not only offered a complete diet, it also created valuable bonding time too. "Jane, I respect your decision to offer formula to your child, but I will inform you that it is not the best and if you do not have the time you must make it."

"Thank you Loki, I will consider it." She retorted, feeling a little annoyed being called out in front of the whole table.

After dinner Magnus selected a book from his favorite epic. It was a story about a wayward warrior and his rise to greatness by saving his village from ogres. Magnus loved stories about great warriors like his father and uncle. In the hall Loki caught up to Jane who was rocking a sleepy Tola in her arms.

"Forgive my pushiness at the table." Loki walked up from behind.

"It's okay." She lied. She was still a little annoyed from dinner. "I know what's best, but it's not as easy as it looks." She huffed. She was so wrapped up in the new life she created for herself, that she didn't want to let go. She was just starting to fit in and she loved her space and peace and quiet. She thought she could squeeze Tola into the perfect spot in her life, but things were not working out that way she planned. Tola took over everything, filling in every nook and cranny of her life and there was nowhere to hide from his constant demands.

"Oh I know." Loki smiled, he was no stranger to the life changing events that came after bringing a child into the world. "But it really is for the best." He ran his fingers through Tola's soft hair when he started to fuss again. Jane softened up and let Loki hold him. It was the first time Loki got to formally meet his nephew. "Hello little one." He cradled him in his arms perfectly, like he had done a million times before with his son.

Jane was a little jealous. He seemed so perfect at the job, unlike herself who fumbled through the whole parenting thing.

"You know, when I first gave birth to Magnus, I had no idea how to care for a child. It was hard the first few months, for I did not have any help. Not that my stubbornness would have allowed it." Loki chuckled as he gazed at the child. "I fumbled through every step, bumping my head on every door." Loki sighed and handed the child back to his mother. "But that's all that's really to it, making decisions and hoping for the best. Jane, you're going to be a wonderful mother, but you have to put your life aside, for Tola. Everything else will fall in place in time."

Jane sighed as she looked down at her sleeping child. "You don't like that nasty stuff do you?" She smiled, dotting Tola with eskimo kisses. Loki was right, she needed to make the time. It would be hard, but she would tackle it head on. After all she was Jane Foster, the woman who had tamed a god, mapped the stars, and soon to be queen of Asgard. If she could not do it, she would bury herself in research until she found a solution. That's the Jane way.

The air was cool and the palace silent. All but the night guards stirred above as a sleepy Loki walked down the stairs to the royal kitchen. He had a taste for a glass of water and wandered alone in the night. He slowly walked down the flights of stone stairs in the darkness. He knew where every glass and every dish was, even with the all the cooks and maids using the kitchen this was still his kitchen. There were footsteps above, heavy across the wooden floor. Loki yawned, but paid them no mind, he was thirsty and eager to grab his glass and go back to bed. He filled his cup and headed back to his room, pausing only to look at the stars high in the sky. He smiled, taking generous sips from his glass. In darkness Loki barely noticed the body barreling towards him. He ran fast by Loki, jarring him awake. Loki looked behind him. He could not see his face, but he could tell something wrong. Once a group of guards surrounded him, he could tell something was gravely wrong.

The sun rose high in the sky revealing the treachery of the night. The royal nursery was attacked, a guard had been killed. The baby was saved only by the courage and fearlessness of a maid, who snatched the child in the confusion. No one caught a glimpse of the assailant, but all were unnerved to find Loki, the only one in the halls last night. It was obvious in Loki's condition that he was not the one who attacked the nursery, but vicious rumors spread like wild fire. Old wounds opened up and feelings stirred as Loki and Thor walked the halls. Loki, for one did not need the extra attention, he was hardly in the mood to deal with the on slot of rumors and hush talk. For him, a more tarnished reputation could mean that he would once again be tossed into the dungeons and the thought of being separated from his son and new born child unnerved him. Thor on the other hand was wild with rage. He left no stone unturned. His angry only subsiding when he was in the arms of his love ones. He did not think his brother would be capable of such horrible deeds, but such an idea did not escape his mind. The rumors drove him mad, he had to find out for himself the truth before he took it out on the wrong person.

Thor stormed into Loki's rooms, trying to put a cap on his frustration. He was failing. Loki was not there, which did not help Thor's mood at all. He searched all five of Loki's rooms, then rushed down to the royal kitchen, and then to the bathes. Loki was nowhere in sight. Thor cursed under his breath and walked out to the royal gardens. He needed some air to clear his mind. It was his responsibility to keep his family safe, but a betrayal on this level brought back old memories and salted old wounds. He inhaled and exhaled, he was no help to no one with a cluttered mind.

"Thor?" Loki walked up from behind. Thor turned and faced his brother, revealing everything Loki needed to know. "I'll leave then."

"No." Thor stopped him, with hurt and confusing scattered across his face. "Loki, Loki I need to know, if you had anything to do with, this." He looked into his brother's green eyes.

"Thor, you, and all of Asgard may not trust me, but trust in the love I have for my son." He hissed as he stepped closer. "And know that I would never, do anything to tear us apart." Their eyes meet. Thor could not trust his brother like he use to, but he knew Loki loved his son more than anything. Loki would rather die than to be spite from his child. It was the kind of relationship Thor could put his faith in.

"I'm sorry Loki." Thor turned from his brother, running his fingers through his long blonde hair.

"It is alright. Here, let us speak." Loki offered Thor a seat on a marble bench. "Now, go over the details again? Perhaps I may be able to help."

Thor was grateful for Loki's offer. His brother was a master at blending in and collecting secrets, perhaps Loki may have picked up on some chatter that Thor had missed.

"Little is known about the assailant. Nothing was left at the scene." Thor clinched his fist.

"Thor, this is not your fault." Loki consoled him.

"Aye, but I can not help."

"Details Thor."

"Alright." He huffed in frustration. "Little was left at the scene, but the guards suspect that it might have been one of their own."

Loki looked sharply at Thor. "And why do they suspect that?"

"Someone reported seeing a shimmer of green on the hilt of the assailant's sword. It looked to be an old guards dagger. We stopped issuing those some time ago, but many guards still use them, so the list would be exhausting to go through."

Loki nodded. "I see." He was very familiar with the type of blade Thor was referring to. He'd seen them many times. "You know Thor, I will keep a look out and let you know if I hear anything."

"Thank you Loki." Thor felt much better after talking to his brother. "Thank you."

Loki smiled and watched his brother walk away. He was already forming a list in his mind of all the guards he knew that carried that blade. By now, if the guard were wise he would have tossed it, but it would be no problem for Loki to locate them all and figure out which one did the deed. After all, a man's anger is hard to hide after such big failure.

When Loki returned to his rooms with flour and freshly picked eggs he was happy to see his son coloring on the floor. Magus turned when he heard his father and waved. Loki smiled back and left to put the things in the kitchen. He purposely took the long way around the palace to pick up his items. Everyone was still on high alert, but with the focus of the search on a guard hardly anyone paid attention to him.

"Magus!" Loki called from his room. His son appeared in seconds and ran to his father.

"Yes father?" He sighed with his little fingers.

Loki smiled and bent down to eye level. "Would you like to help Daddy with a little project?"

Magnus nodded in enthusiastically.

The hallways were dark, the sun had yet to reach the sky to wake the good people of Asgard. One lone guard raced done the halls frantically. He was in hot water and he knew it. His only saving grace was that no one had identified him yet. He was a wanted man and needed to get off of Asgard quick. He hurried to the air boats so he could escape using the secret paths; after all he had the luxury of his week rotation to protect him from any suspicion. He quickly walked done the main hall leading to the stairs of the air boats. When he heard a noise, he froze, taking in every inch of his surroundings before reaching for his sword. There shouldn't be any guards here. Most of them were stationed closer to the king's quarters. He squinted into the darkness, trying to push the limitations of his eyesight; he saw nothing but heard the body trembling sound of a low growl. He froze as sweat started to form at his brow. It was impossible to pin down its location as its growls bounced off the walls of the room. The guard shakenly withdrew his sword, as the low hauntingly deep growls continued to get closer and closer. Objects crashed to the floor as he hear it approach, chilling the guard to the bone. He hadn't the weaponry to defeat such a beast and decided to turn tail and run.

The beast gave chase, its loud footsteps echoed through the halls. The guard ran for his life, paying little attention to anything around him. He ran for the stairs leading down to the air boats, but was tripped by a thin line of rope which sent him flying down the stairs. He crashed and fell, bumping and bruising his body along the way. On the bottom he lay, before the terrifyingly humongous creature. It snorted and growled, spiting from its jaws thick strands of saliva. Clouds of green smoke surrounded it as it walked slowly down the stairs. The guard screamed in fear as the creature descended towards him.

"It's no fun when the strong pray on the weak." A familiar voice whispered into the guard's ear.

He turned and saw the ghostly face of Loki.

"Gahh!" He gasped and scooted away. "Back! Back away!"

Loki's body rose from the shadows, his skin pale white from head to toe. "It is your turn to play victim to the beast." The creature growled so loudly that it shook the guard to his bones.

"Please! Have mercy!" The guard cried.

Loki stood next to the creature with his hands below its ginormous teeth. "And who but the predator should be spared, after he himself prays on the weak? His courage and valor tainted by the cover of darkness." In the thunderous green clouds surrounding the beast the images of a shadow man with long teeth and claws appear over a baby that lay sleeping in its bed.

"No! No it was not I!" The guard cried and shut his eyes to the awful deeds depicted before him.

Loki grinned. "The clouds only show what the guilty do not want to see."

The guard started Loki in his pale green eyes.

"Confess! And be spared the grizzly death of the beast!"

It howled in hunger, large strands of saliva dripped from its razor sharp canines. In its eyes the guard could see his very soul being consumed by the beast in violent manor.

"Please! I'm-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Spare me!"

"Speak your evil heathen!" Loki shouted.

"I attacked the child! I attacked the baby in the nursery!" He cried as he collapsed to the floor.

"Oh goody, a confession." Loki clasped his hands together as he flicked his waist to let the rising sun shine through the windows. "Great job Magnus!" He looked up at his son atop the puppet beast.

The guard looked up in anger. "You tricked me!"

"Nonsense." Loki smiled. "I only got you to speak the truth." He grinned ear to ear.

The guard looked around, it was only them. "No one, no one will believe you! You hadn't the weapon, you have no proof!" He started to laugh nervously.

Loki grinned as he stood above the guard and pulled from his robes the jaded dagger in question. "Oh?"

"Wha-what, how?" The guard stared in shock, he brushed against his person and his blade was gone.

"Well it was some fall you had. You should really be more careful." Loki bent down into the guards face before stepping away. "No matter, I'm sure the blood between the cracks of the blade will be more than enough to find you."

"You bastard, you ungrateful monster!" The guard hissed. "I will not let you get away with this!" He lunged toward Loki, but was suddenly attacked by a barrage of eggs. The guard, drenched in yolk, slipped and fell before Loki's feet. It was over and he knew it. He punched the floor pretended to bow in defeat as he slowly started to move his hand towards his second blade. Only Loki knew of his deed and his cockiness convinced him he could take on the pregnant god.

"That is enough!" Thor bellowed from atop the stairs. Invited by his brother, he had seen the whole thing. "Traitor."

"My lord!" The guard bowed, begging for mercy.

Thor descended upon him and drew him up by his collar. There would be no escaping the Thunder God, his fate was sealed. The other guards who came with Thor took him away. There would be no Freya to save him, his destination would be the gallows.

"Thank you Loki." Thor turned to his brother in relief.

"And." Loki looked up at his son.

"Ah! Of course! And thank you Magnus." Thor reached up and hugged his nephew. "You both have been a great help."

"Hmm, it was nothing." Loki led the way back up the stairs, leaving the mess for the guards.

"No really, I mean it Loki." Thor stopped Loki on the stairs.

Loki turned and looked his brother in the eyes, a little glimmer of trust shimmered behind those big blue eyes. Something that Loki had not seen in a very long time. "Really Thor, don't mention it. Anyone with eyes would have figured it out." Loki tried to joke as he blushed a little.

Thor bellowed, vibrating his entire chest cavity as he laughed. "Alright. What say you little one? How would you like to be rewarded?"

Magnus smiled and happily asked for dessert.

"For breakfast?" Thor asked, looking up at Loki for permission. Loki nodded. "Of course! Dessert for breakfast it is!"

As the months flew by Loki began to realize it was becoming increasingly harder to balance pregnant life with the energy of a grade schooler. He was eleven months, in the home strength, but he could not keep up. The very schedule he created to craft his son's mind was starting to take a toll on him. Soon the thoughts of how difficult it would be with two children crept into his mind. Loki would essentially need to start from scratch with the new baby. He would have to divide his time up equally so that neither child would feel left out. It would be challenging, but what other choice did he have.

Very few paid attention to Loki tottering about Asgard. None noticed the way he sluggishly trailed behind Magnus in the morning or how he struggled to prepare meals and keep up with house chores. He had no maids, no cooks, and babysitters. Thor could tell something was wrong. His intuition, not always spot on, honed in on Loki's lethargic demeanor and sleepy face, he wasn't sure what kind of façade Loki was trying to put on, but he surely wasn't doing a very good job of keeping it up.

Out in the Gardens Loki watched his seven year old son run circles around an old oak tree chasing a butterfly. He would catch him, Loki was sure of it, but he was too tired to give his son better directions on how to reach his goal. Instead he retired to sun bathing on the marble bench in the sun. Its rays felt so good, Loki could fall asleep right there.

"Loki!"

That loud obnoxious voice could only belong to one being. Loki rolled his eyes opened and returned his greeting with a smile.

"How are you?" Thor glanced at his brother before his attention was stolen by Magnus, who was in the tree now, no doubt a budding expert tree climber. Thor smiled happily, expecting to find Loki watching his every move. Instead he found Loki dosing off into the evening, completely unaware of his surroundings. "Loki?"

"Hmm?" The sleepy god returned.

"Shouldn't you be watching your son more carefully?"

"Aye." He opened one eye to see his child high in the branches. "Magnus!"

Magnus beat his chest.

"Come down and play with your uncle."

"No no Magnus, it's alright!" Thor shouted. "Go on." Magnus looked to his father, who nodded, before jumping onto another branch in search of his prey.

"He's a good child." Thor smiled.

"Aye."

"Very smart."

"Hmm."

"Just like a loaf of bread."

"Hmm."

"Loki are you paying attention?" Thor raised a brow.

"Hmm." He nodded. "You mentioned food." Before turning his body to release a little gas.

"Loki!"

"I'm pregnant Thor." Loki finally yawned, jarring himself awake. He could tell Thor wanted something and wasn't going away anytime soon. Once completely up Loki turned and found his brother hovering over him like a worried mother. "What?"

"I don't think you should be doing this alone Loki."

"What?" Loki teased. "Oh Thor, lighten up. I have everything under control."

"Really?" Thor raised an eyebrow. "And I suppose you meant to put on that stained rode and wear it about today."

Loki looked down and huffed and groaned. Thor was right, but he would never admit it, even Thor knew he wouldn't admit it. He had to give him the opportunity to figure it out himself.

"Loki, what if I assign you a guard?"

"Absolutely not!" Loki retorted. "I won't have any of your goons follow me around like some child."

"Loki."

"No."

"Consider it?"

"Hmmp." Loki crossed his arms and turned away from his brother, but Thor stood his ground watching over him. It annoyed Loki to hell that Thor would suggest such a thing. The idea was ludicrous; however Loki could not ignore the growing pain in his stomach and mind. He barely had the energy to carry out Magnus's lessons, with a new child the problem would only get worse. Loki peeked at his brother with one eye open. Thor was still standing there. "On one condition."

"Name it." Thor stated flatly.

"I get to pick." The trickster god winked, but Thor had no other choice but to agree.

Loki carried little respect for any of the guards apart of the royal army. Many of them paid him no mind as a child and most hated him as an adult, but there was one who'd gained an ounce of his trust. Someone who had went out of their way to help him, even when he did not ask. Loki was smart enough to figure out which guard went to his mother and told her he was sick and that was the guard Loki was going to choose.

Saksi just finished his last shift for the week and readied himself for a long week off, on the coast. He enjoyed the one week on, one week off perks of working for the royal guard, since Asgard had an ample amount of guards to post at its palace. He was ready to leave when he received a summons from the King. Saksi froze in his tracks, the summons stated he must report to King Odin at once. He groaned in horror, what kind of trouble had he found himself in. He ran down all the possible scenarios in his head as he hurried to the king's quarters. There was just an execution not too long ago and he had nothing to do with that traitor, but that didn't stop his mind for flashing back to the gallows. He gulped nervously as he speed down the hall. He barely noticed Thor trying to get his attention.

"Saksi!" Thor bellowed even louder this time.

"GAH!" Saksi jumped out of his skin.

"Sorry to startle you my friend." Thor walked over to him. He could tell the guard was on edge, it was not every day that you were summoned by the king. Thor smiled and embraced his fellow brother in arms. He decided best to disclose the information that would be discussed now rather than later. "Please calm down, you are not in trouble."

"Oh thank the Gods." Saksi breathed a sigh in relief.

Though Thor could not decide which was less trouble, being summoned by the king or being assigned to Loki. "I have news. We will be changing your assignment."

"To where my lord?"

"Please, call me Thor." He chuckled. "Loki is in desperate need of help rearing his children and you have be assigned to aid him." Thor smiled, but he could see the uneasiness creeping onto Saksi's face. "This is a permanent assignment, as Loki has selected you specifically. Your responsibility is to guard him, protect him and my nephew from danger, whatever that be. You understand." Thor said in all seriousness, his piercing blue eyes stared into Saksi's like a hawk.

"Yes sir." Saksi saluted. "I will do my best sir!"

Thor bellowed. "I know you will." Thor smiled, like the good over protective brother he was, a subtle threat that let Saksi know just how serious he was about this agreement. Saksi sighed, who knew what kind of trouble this would be, but he would honor his word as he swore too.

Loki was in his final month, the last leg of his pregnancy. He was expected to deliver at any moment. He was feeling good because of the binding hormones Jotuns released during the last month of their very long one year pregnancy. He tottered about, happily down the hall feeling like he was on cloud nine. This was by fair his favorite part of the pregnancy and the best part was that he would soon have his second child warm in his hands. Loki hurried back to his rooms with a bag full of fresh vegetables and meats. He would prepare a mighty stew for his family tonight. He opened the door to the hall leading down to the private kitchen he used, happily humming to himself.

"Loki please don't use the stairs." Saksi hurried to his side to grab the things from his hands.

"And let you prepare dinner again?" Loki gave him a drunken glare.

"A-I." Saksi sighed in defeat, he was in fact the worst cook in Asgard, but he did not want Loki doing all this work so close to his delivery.

Magnus heard the commotion and appeared at the door. He beamed in excitement when he saw his father and ran to him.

"Olf! Magnus my son." Loki bent down and picked up his son. He cuddled and kissed him and tickled him on the neck. "Yes, that's my very big boy." Loki struggled to hold him, as his son was much bigger than the other children his age. "You are going to grow up to be a very big boy." Loki delivered sweet little eskimo kisses to his son. Magnus smiled and hugged his father back.

"Yes papa!" Magnus signed. "I have something to show you papa!"

"Oh?" Loki smiled

Magnus nodded and asked to be put down. "I drew a picture!"

"Is that so? Well hurry along and get it, daddy wants to see."

Magnus nodded.

"I'll be right here!" Loki shouted as his son ran off.

"Loki." Saksi begged.

Loki rolled his eyes. "Fine, you can prepare dinner." Loki rolled his eyes.

"Really!?"

"Not on your life." Loki poked out his tongue, then burst into a fit of laughter. Saksi sighed, but at least Loki was happy. He would have to work hard to learn all that he could in order to service Loki better. It amazed him how much Loki knew, his knowledge was endless and attention to detail flawless. The more he served the more he started to see the good in Loki his Queen saw.

After dinner Saksi watched Loki read Magnus a bedtime story. Loki was an amazing story teller, turning dry epics into marvelous adventures. This was his favorite part of the day. By the time Loki was done Magnus was already fast asleep. Loki kissed his son goodnight and quietly sled out of bed and turned out the light.

"Loki, you are truly amazing." Saksi added.

Loki blushed. "I know." He winked. The binding hormones were out of control, clouding his mind with feelings of affection and love. He would not be fooled by the changes this time, though with each passing day he was starting to look at Saksi differently. He chuckled before retiring to bed.

The moon was high in the sky and the palace quiet. None stirred but the guardsman who struggled to keep their eyes awake. In the night a shadow crept, with lightening speeding through the chambers of gold. His stealth allowed him this far, leaving the sluggish guards behind. At the door to the vaults stood two guards, hardly a challenge for his blade, which only left bodies behind. He snuck into one of the lesser guarded vaults for a treasure more valuable than Asgard's gold. The item he sought was the secret to unstoppable power, one that he had risked his life for to get. He searched the vault, hunting for his prize. He knew it was here, he was sure of it. He rummaged through cabinets and unlocked chest, finding nothing. He cursed and clenched his fist. He had risked too much to run away empty handed. That's when he saw it, in the corner, his perfect amethyst stone.

"Hey! Intruder!" The guards yelled.

He was caught. He turned around and growled. He ran for the stone and grabbed it, unlocking its power. A blast sent the remaining guards flying through the air as the nameless man escaped. He ran down the dark halls blasting anyone in sight. He was fast but underestimated the size of Asgard's army. Feeling cocky he decided to take a little short cut and blasted a huge hole through the palace wall, jumping through the smoke onto another outside hallway.

Loki was caught off guard by the blast and dropped his glass of water. He froze in fear as a man descended upon him.

Chapter Five End.

"Loki!" Thor growled. "Why were you out of bed without your guard!"

Loki rolled his eyes. "Thor it's old news." Loki hushed his fuming brother. "Alright folks, now stick around to find out what happens next, because you don't want to miss the next chapter. See you soon!"