Loki stood wide-eyed at the creature before him. Her black eyes stared up at him with so much hate. Breaking her gaze, his eyes trailed down her face to her mouth, her canine teeth were elongated fangs, skin flush from the heat radiating from her body. A long fingered and clawed hand shot forward, wrapping itself around his neck, slamming him into a wall. "I'm done with your games." Her voice was demonic in nature, sending shivers down his spine as he gasped for air. "You think yourself above me? You think you better than me because you wear a crown? You are nothing but a spoiled little brat in need of a time out."

She threw him across the room but was close behind, burring a clawed hand into his shoulder as he hit the ground making him scream. Her body surged with pain as he brought a knee up into her chest, kicking her off of him. He stood up quickly, summoning his scepter and brought it down across her face. Erya looked up at him though black eyes and he gasped when the wound bled black ooze. "What are you?"

She laughed, standing up with a slight limp. "I'm the thing that's going to kill you."

With a clash, claws and fits collided as thunder rolled outside. Loki threw her into the door and sent her crashing into the pouring rain outside. As he walked towards her, his skin began to fade blue, the rain became cold and red eyes stared back at her. "You're not the only one with tricks."

Eyra laughed, looking up at him with a sick grin. "Yeah but I know what you can do. Don't think you can say the same for me." She launched herself at him, one hand scratching at his face while the other ripped at his armored chest. His black hair was covered in mud as the rain fell on both of them harder and harder. Once again he kicked her off of him, this time she landed hard, hitting her head on the steps behind her. She cried out in pain before attempting to stand up once more. When her legs gave out from under her, she reached her hand out to the ground, bracing her self for the fall. Anger surged through her as she saw his shadow above her and fet the cold point of his scepter at the base of her neck. Before he could speak, she closed her eyes, rolled quickly on her back and reached up, shooting a ball of blue fire at him. It hit him directly in the chest, knocking him out and gave her just enough time to push herself up out of the mud. She leaned against the wall, looking in the direction in which he had fallen. Feeling her eyes fade back to its normal color, she looked at her hands to find she no longer had claws. Part of her wanted to run to him and make sure he was ok. She had been fighting it back for so long she wasn't sure what kind of damage was done with a surge of released power like that. She stood for a moment, just looking at the spot where Loki lay unconscious and mumbled under her breath before limping over to him. As she got closer, she took note of how much mud was in his long black hair, frowning at the bruise forming on his lower jaw. There was blood on his eyebrow, his lip was split and a large gash rested on his cheek. What stunned her most though was that his skin hadn't returned to its pale color and she could only stare in brief wonder at how strange he looked. Dark blue lines rested on a light blue base, running down his face, hiding under his now muddy and scratched green armor. His closed eyes hid what she knew would be bright red eyes. His pale lips were parted slightly, bouncing as the rain fell harshly on the soft skin.

"I'm so sorry." She bet down, lifting his body up and gently dragging him back into the house. Thunder crashed as lighting lit up the sky, making her look back in fear. "Thor must know where you are."

"I am blocked. I can not see." Hiemdal stood in front of the king, head bowed in respect. "Perhaps it is due to what she is that I can not see her."

Odin stood, his good eye set in clear thought. "How did she go so unnoticed for so long?"

"If I may speak sire?" Hiemdal looked up at the kind, race unreadable. Odin nodded, ears tuned into what he had to say. "Perhaps she is not aware of her true nature."

The doors opened, echoing loudly in the large golden halls as Thor walked in. His blond hair resting messily on his shoulders, his face set in determination. "Father, Forgive me." He bowed his head before continuing forward. "I can not locate Loki. We were supposed to…"

Odin held his hand up, looking at Hiemdal. "Find my son. I fear he is aware of what she may not be."

Eyra looked at the sleeping prince, taking note of his pale bare chest, covered in a few scars from battle. She worked her fingers around the bandage that was set to hold his seared flesh in place. She brushed her fingers along his face, moving a few strands of wet hair to the side. After she had washed all of the mud off of him, she stripped him of his clothes, washing them as well. She frowned, standing up and setting his clothing and armor at the foot of the bed, looking back one last time with a sigh before walking out the front door with one thought on her mind.

She had to find Liza.

THOR

Thor kicked the sides of his horse roughly as if it would make him go any faster. The rain hit his face coarsely, making the skin raw from how abnormally cold it was. Asgard wasn't known for its cold weather so when the rain was cold, it was something to be worried about. He looked back at the men following him just as fast, loyal guards at his side as he raced to rescue his brother. From the worry in Hiemdal's eyes, Thor knew something bad had happened and his heart ached at the thought of his younger brother injured with no protection. Loki was never one to have many friends, much less people who worried about him due to his almost cruel nature but to Thor, he was still his brother.

He neared the gates of the Old Asguard, his heart raced with a white hot fire, mind wild in thought as to what he would find. Rotten buildings lined his vision as he slowed his pace, pulling back on the reins and shouting out to his men.

"Split up into groups of 2! Find them!"

With a loud "heya!" he kicked the sides of his horse once more, taking off down the muddy road. He had to find his brother. He had to find Loki. His brother was very inelegant, always using his mind to trick people, persuade people, get people to do what he wanted. He feared what Loki wanted with this girl that Odin feared so much. Who was she or better yet, What was she?

Loki sat up quickly, eyes wide looking around at where he was. His head shot from side to side, quickly making a mental assessment of the situation. He was in a bed, rotten, dusty and hard as a rock for his standards. He was shirtless, his hair was wet and his side was in agony. Instantly his hands went to the source of the pain, gasping with wide eyes at the gash. His body curled over on itself due to the amount of pain, his black hair falling in his eyes. Taking a moment to focus his magic on the wound, he sighed when the pain dulled to a numb buzz. Slowly he kicked his feet off the bed and set them on the floor, bracing himself on the wall, he forced himself to stand. His fingers curled on the wall and he bowed his head, gasping again as pain shot through his side but he refused to fall. He would not show weakness. He was not weak.

Reaching his hand out, he grabbed his clothes, pulling on his pants and shit with slight struggle. After his clothing was on, he used his magic to attach his armor to everything knowing it took to hands to latch everything together. Once dressed, he took a deep breath and pushed himself off the wall and made his way to the front door. As soon as his hands left the wall, he took a step forward and collapsed on the hard wood floor. Cursing himself, he gripped a near by table and pulled himself back up, trying again. This time he caught himself before falling, slowly making his way outside.

He didn't even bother looking for Eyra within the house, knowing she had most likely bailed after their fight. What he couldn't seem to understand is why should would have stitched him up before leaving. "I would have just left her to die. Why save me?"

The other thing that was on his mind what how quickly she had changed. So much power had coursed though her, it was like a damn had broke. Had she been holding it back? His thoughts were brought short by the sun assaulting his eyes as he stumbled outside. His ribs felt like a knife has been shoved into them as his arm shot up to protect his green eyes from the white light that was currently blinding him. He stumbled down the stairs, knees hitting the mud as he fell into the dirt below him. He groaned, trying to push himself up only to fall back down.

"Weakness…..No weakness." He cursed himself as he tried over and over again to stand up but failed. "Not…..weak." He shoved his hands into the mud, using all his energy to stand up and with a few moments of almost falling, he found himself standing, leaning against the side of the broken house. Pushing himself off, he slowly made his way down the road, using the time to come up with a lie on how he became in his current shape.

THOR

The clouds hung over head as his horse kicked up mud, racing though the abandoned streets. He had been searching for several hours with no sign of his brother and the weight of his worry was starting to hang heavy on his mind. A body leaning against the wall in an ally caught his attention all too quickly and he raced towards the mud covered figure, heart stopping as he recognized the man.

"Brother!" Thor shouted as his brother looked up with a glare.

"I am fine" Loki shifted, pushing himself up further on the wall to appear uninjured.

Thor raced over, gripping Loki's waist to provide support. "Brother you are not fine. You are injured. Tell me what has happened to make you this way?"

He felt Loki tense under his arms and look up with a weak glare. "I am fine. Do not touch me." He pushed off of Thor, taking a deep breath to push down any pain he felt. He wouldn't not show weakness, not now, not in front of Thor, not ever. He rolled his shoulders and held his head high, walking away from his brother towards the horse. "Should I assume you have not brought my own horse?"

Thor followed quickly behind him, worry written all over his face. "I did not. I…"

"Why not? Did you assume so quickly that I would need you to rescue me? That I would be so weak my horse would not be of use?" Loki glared, trying to look menacing but to Thor, he was just an injured boy with too much pride to admit his need for help.

"Brother, forgive me but you have been missing for 2 days. I did not wish to assume the worst but…"

"Save it Thor. I shall walk and you shall ride. Leave me to my thoughts." Loki straightened, walking away from the golden brown horse. "I will be home when I wish to be home." With a sharp, quick movement of his wrist he used what magic he had left to teleport to the forest where he knew Thor wouldn't expect.

The wind blew around him as he collapsed on the ground, gasping and seething with anger. How dare she make him so weak. How dare Thor think him weak. How dare he be so weak. Always weak, always small, always second, always alone.

Alone.

His fist curled in a ball, hitting the dirt beneath him. "Damn it!" His anger boiled over, turning into tears falling down his pale cheek. "Always so alone." His hair fell in his face as he could control his emotions no longer. Hate, anger, disgrace, filth of knowledge of what he was, a monster. He was a monster, born of everything he had been raised to despise. He was his own enemy. He was everything he hated, everything he wanted to kill, to destroy, to end.

His fingers curled in the dirt, twisting and releasing leaves as his lack of energy kept him calm. His dull eyes stared off into nothing, his mind numb from everything. He didn't know how long he had been lying there and he didn't care. He wouldn't go back. He refused to face the liars, to hear more lies yet be judged for his own. He would live, as an outcast, gaining his strength back and once he was healed, he would destroy them. He would reak havoc of the place he once called home. He would finally show them the monster he was.

EYRA

Thorns tore at her pale skin as she pushed through the forest. She had to find Liza. She had to make sure she was ok. Her feet came to a halt when she reached a clearing, long brown hair blowing in the wind as she looked upon the tall green grass. "Please work." She sighed, walking forward toward the center where a circle of dirt lay loose on the ground. Her hands outstretched, running over the top of the grass, giggling when it tickled her palm. She closed her eyes, sitting down cross-legged on the dirt, placing her hands outstretched in front of her, finger tips spread. Slowly she lowered her hands, gripping the dirt and rolling it around in her palms.

"Ego sum tu nos mi canus ancila amicus sum tu locatuinus" Her back straightened as the wind blew around her but she kept her eyes closed. "Great goddess of war and love, do you hear me? I seek your help."

The wind blew harder, almost knocking her over. "I hear you my child. What is it that you seek?"

Erya slowly opened her eyes to find a beautiful woman standing in front of her. She had long blond hair, bright blue eyes and a soft pale face. "My lady Freyja, I seek help in finding someone."

Freyja frowned. "I am not a search tool to be used child."

"No, my lady, that is not what I mean. I wish…..I….I fear for her safty for she is.."

"The Jotunn. You fear for her?" Freyja looked upon Eyra with interest in her eyes.

Eyra nodded, shifting so she was sitting on her knees. "I do. She is but a child in a world of men. She is alone and I fear what she may become. I do not wish pain upon the child. I simply wish to know that she is safe."

Freyja smiled. "Stand, my child. Take my hand."

Eyra reached her hand out, taking the soft hand of the goddess of war and love with trust in her eyes. She stood, pulling at her dress as Freyja led her to a large tree in the center of the clearing. She placed her hand on the large oak tree, motioning Erya to do the same. A bright light filled the clearing and suddenly Eyra felt like she was flying. Her hair whipped around her face, dust and leaves kicking up and just as soon as it started it was clear. Eyra gasped at what she saw. On the ground in front of her was Loki, curled in the dirt, tears staining his face. Without a thought she took a step forward, calling out his name. "Loki."

She frowned when he didn't respond, speaking louder. "Loki."

Freyja spoke from behind her. "He can not hear you for he does not know we are here."

Eyra looked up, confused. "Why?"

"We are across the veil."

"We are ghosts….am I dead?"

Freyja smiled. "No my child. You are very much alive. You're body was consumed in the roots of the tree to protect it from harm. I can show you much more this way. Tell me, why did you look so worried for the young Jotunn? After everything he's done to you."

Eyra frowned, looking back at the broken man in the dirt. "He's not a monster. He's broken, lost and hurt and he lashes out to hide how much pain he's in. I….I used to be just like him. Alone, afraid, confused and I became cold. I didn't care who I hurt so long as I was safe, as long as I was alone."

Freyja tilted her head. "You are referring to your powers, yes?"

Eyra looked down at her hands. "Yeah….I can do these things. Burn anything I touch. So much fire, I…."

"My child, do you have any idea what you are?" Freyja took a step forward, placing her hand on Eyra's shoulder. "You are a Half-Breed. A mix between a Valkyrie and Jörmungandr, a cross between gods that only Odin could dream of. Jörmungandr created you from the life force of a Valkyrie, impregnating your mother."

Eyra stared at Frejya with wide eyes. "I….I…what?"

"My dear, you are a very special person with powers beyond the Aesir wildest dreams. You have much ahead of you."

Eyra looked back at Loki with a frown. "I need to help him."

Freya tilted her head. "And what of the young Frost Giant you seak? Do you not wish to know of her location?"

"I do, I do but Loki needs me. Please, we have to help him…..He's so…." She trailed off, not able to find the words to speak.

Freya smiled. "Very well."

She waived her hand, chanting something that Eyra couldn't understand. A bright light filled her eyes and the same gust of wind kicked at her hair. She gasped before collapsing on the ground. Blinking she looked up to find Freya was no where to be found. "Well….that was weird."

A sudden blow to the head brought Eyra back to reality as her body was shoved to the ground. "You dare follow me! What else do you want!?" Loki screamed from above her, his eyes red with rage and tears.

Eyra looked up, shock written all over her face. "Loki….I…."

Another blow, this time a kick to the ribs cutting her sentence short. "Please Loki….I'm sorry….I'm so sorry." She jumped up quickly, dodging a punch. "Loki, calm down. Please."

"No. How dare you mock me! How dare you come here, I am a God! I am a Prince! The rightful prince of Asgard yet you, just like everyone else mock me!"

Eyra took a step back, ducking under another swing. "No Loki, I don't mock you. I never wished to mock you."

Loki turned, laughing "Ohhh why do I not believe you?"

"You are the God of Lies, you tell me if I'm lying." She stood, looking Loki straight in the eyes. "You're not a monster, you are different but not a monster Loki."

She stood her ground as Loki stared at her with a hard glare and within the span of a few seconds she watched as his glare cracked, his whole emotional stability breaking. The mask fell off and for the first time, she was the man underneath. That man fell to the floor, knees hitting the dirt and dark hair falling in his face. His arms went out in front of him to grip the leaves. She slowly stepped forward, dropping to her knees next to him and taking his face in her hands. "Loki…"

He jerked his head away from her, holding on to the last pieces of the mask. She held her grip as his body gave out from lack of energy, collapsing in the dirt. She placed his head in her lap, stroking his hair gently and smiled down on him.

"Loki, Its ok to be broken…It's ok."