Thor played with his red cap almost nervously at the top of the golden stairs. Sif caught him again while inspecting her weapons, slapping his hands and laughing at him when he was shocked. Her laughter caught the attention of the warriors three, who joined along with the banter excluding Hogan the grim.

"Thor, you're never this nervous before a hunt!" Thor fought his smile and judging by her face and the other two, he failed miserably.

"My sweetest Thor, what troubles you?" Fandral smiled softly, admiring his appearance in his hand mirror again. Volstagg chuckled loudly, putting an arm around his shorter friend.

"We are you're friends, we will not judge you!"

"Tis nothing of relevance…" Thor's voice was quieter than usual so the four waited patiently before he would break. Apparently it didn't take that long as the boy sighed, dropping his head in defeat. "It's Loki…" The warriors three growled loudly at the name while Sif looked at them, enraged to say the least at their actions.

"What has he done now? Turned your ale to snakes?" Fandral's joke went unheard as Thor and Sif glared at him. From the corner of his eye he saw the familiar flicker of his brother's cape and not a moment later, he was standing silently before them at the foot of the stairs.

"Thor, may I have a moment?" His eyes were wide as he asked the question but his voice also was hushed. Except for Thor, they all jumped at the new voice. Thor nodded, excusing himself from his friends and walking a far bit with Loki. Thor was glad Loki was out of his chambers for once, the skin was coming to his skin slightly and the tiredness was falling from his eyes. "I'm sorry to intrude-"

"Anything for my brother, now what is it you need?" Thor clasped an arm around his brother, pulling him into his warmth.

"…actually I was wondering if you could get me some ingredients on your expedition today?" Thor laughed softly.

"Of course, now what are these ingredients?" Loki fought out of Thor's grip; smiling softly at the huge brute he called a brother. He flicked his wrist, making a small folded sheet of paper appear.

"Everything I require is in here…" He handed the paper to his brother, watching patiently as he opened it and read each item. Thor's eyes widened at some of the requests. "But I understand if some of them are…difficult to gain."

"What do you need these for?"

"…a disremembering potion." Loki's eyes fell to the floor, unable to hold his brothers gaze.

"What's the purpose?" Loki sighed uncomfortably, his breath funning cold and his fingers were shaking.

"…I just-I just want to forget him…" Loki covered his face with his hand, wiping away the tears before they could fall down his cheeks.

"Loki-"Loki slapped his arm down, hissing through his clenched teeth.

"I hurt him, I hurt him really, really badly Thor!" He allowed the tears to streak down his cheeks and now it was Thor who couldn't look at his brother in the eye. "He was trying at everything to stop himself forgetting me and now every time I am reminded of him, of what I had, of what we were, I am reminded that I hurt him and I trampled on him at his weakest. His last memory he has of me was me using him and betraying him and every time I think of him now, all I can imagine now is his disappointment and hate for the only person that he loved. I ruined everything and I want to forget that I did!" He screamed the last sentence, not caring anymore who heard or who watched. It was only a matter of time before he lost it, the paranoia and guilt eating him up like a plague. His insides were rotting and the wound was crawling out to the eyes of the people. He allowed his head to fall back, his insides burning with anger. He ran his hands along his black hair, wanting to rip every strand out but instead he pushed his nails into the skin, adoring the way it drew blood. Not a moment later Thor's warm arms wrapped around his wrists, forcing him to release his head and lower his hands to his chest.

"…I'll get the ingredients…if it means your happiness, then I'm willing to help you." Loki dropped his shoulder, falling into Thor's armoured chest and wrapping his arms around his brother's neck. Loki hardly ever hugged his brother, especially in the company or eyes of others, so he wasn't surprised when Thor hugged back a little too harshly.

"Thank you..."

His medicine was finished, the soft glow lighting the darkened potions room and showed the creases and defaults in his face. He stood up, admiring the colours as he weaved through the room to the chambers opposite. He knocked on Thor's door, not surprised when his brother didn't open the door. He allowed himself in, moving quickly to his brother's bed. He shook the man softly but only received a few growls.

"…Thor?" He whispered softly, and the man's eyes fluttered open.

"Loki? What are you doing here?"

"I need your help." He held up the bottle. "I need you need to drink some." Thor opened his mouth in protest but Loki was quick to continue. "I have informed Hemidall to never mention it again; father has agreed to not speak of it any further and to prevent any forms of me remembering…you have to forget Tony as well." Thor growled. "…please?" Thor rolled his eyes softly before sitting up. "Thank you." Thor mumbled under his breath, dressing his waist with his bed sheets and sitting properly on the bed. He took the bottle from Loki, looking over the contents with a suspicious gaze.

"So, I drink it and when I wake up, fresh memory?"

"Well actually the drink will knock you out softly, it begins to work immediately." Thor shrugged, popping the lid and smelling the bright liquid. "D-do you mind if I…stay with you tonight?" Thor shook his head softly. "Okay thank you."

"You can sit on the bed you know." Loki nodded; sitting on the bed corner and watching Thor take a sip of the drink. He raised his eyebrows at the soft syrup running down his throat, humming in comfort. His eyelids became very heavy almost instantly. "Loki I hate what you're doing to yourself…"

"I know, but- I don't know what else to do." He shrugged, his eyes falling from Thor and towards the bedroom window. The familiar stars he had been looking at for the last year had made their appearance again, sparkling with as much life as they usually did.

"…fix things?" Loki cackled softly at Thor's simplicity and tired, soft, broken voice.

"I'm trying too, but fixing things and making yourself happy is two very different things."

"I wouldn't say so; sometimes happiness is the best thing…" Loki scoffed at Thor's slurred words.

"You're rather naïve brother…it would be far too-"Loki was interrupted suddenly by the clatter of the potion bottle. Loki turned to his brother but Thor was long since gone. The blonde god collapsed onto the bed, he was snoring softly, limb's a mess on the bed and his jaw hung open in mid-dream. Loki couldn't help but laugh before taking the bottle from his brothers limp hands, thanking the Gods that it didn't observed the bottle, admiring his work before bringing it to his lips. He thought of everything leading up to this moment before pulling it away, licking his dry lips and considering the options in front of him. He stood from the bed, wandering to the window in Thor's chambers instead.

Thor's chambers were a little different to that of his own, instead of gold, green and blacks as furnishing; Thor's had thick, bold red and electric blue, silver linings adding to everything to give it a warrior's touch. The windows were glassless, so large they almost could be considered doors and towering taller than any other window in the other chambers. Loki slipped out, sitting onto the cold stone and allowing his long legs to fall onto the air itself. He allowed his thumb to trace the bottle before bringing it up to his nose and inhaling deeply; it smelt of summer and warmth, everything he ever loved and missed including Tony's aftershave which was a mixture of spices and the sickliest of sweets, it made him drunk with pleasure.

He allowed a tear to fall down his cheek as he his memories were entangling into darkness; the potion attempting to blacken his memory's already. He forced the bottle away, ignoring his instincts to pull it closer again. He was torn between two decisions, what he wanted which was Tony, his first love and someone he felt accepted with, and what was good for both their futures. Loki could become sane again, Tony will be happy, he wouldn't know any better…

He knew what he had to do and he had to come to a decision. He grasped the bottle tightly, lifting it up so it stood in front of his face, he watched slowly as the blue became green as the sun rose behind the curved glass. He hadn't realised how long he was sat there until now, he had minutes before Thor would wake and he knew he had to drink it…or not.
He knew he had to do it and he finally came to decision...