The whole of the prison shook as Odin clashed weapons with his golden child. The guards were taken back by the events; the crowned price was fighting their king all for the sake of a traitor. What were they to do? What punishment awaited them should they chose to defend one over the other? So they remained stilled, watching the fight from a safe distance.

Thor pushed his father away as he tightened his grip on Loki. He was not going to lose him again! Not now, not ever again. He had lost him twice, lost him to the Byfrost and to the prisons of Asgard, but no more. He would fight his father, his king to have his brother, his one true love. He stumbled back as Odin flew the opposite direction. Mjolnir fell to the ground as he wrapped his arms around his brother, shielding him from the fall.

Loki looked up at Thor, his hateful eyes looking at him with uncertainty. He was fighting his father for him. Something he had refused to do before. He was disobeying him, committing high treason and now he had raised a weapon to him. What was going on through that pigheaded brain of his he could not say for sure. Yet, here and now, Thor's hold on him brought the comfort back, showing him that his brother had meant to keep his word. "Thor…" his hand moved to the pained god. He was ripped away before he could touch him, before he could heal him. He hissed in pain as Odin dragged him by his hair from his brother, yanking him back on unstable legs away from his savior.

"Such a pitiful son!" the Allfather growled. "Not worthy of Asgard men, a woman! That is what you are!" he threw Loki to the ground, watching his head bounce off the stone floor. "Frigga made you weak! Made you into the daughter she had always wanted!" he kicked his head, snapping it back with a sickening glee. The weak body bounced off the ground three times before rolling to a stop. "I warned her of teaching you women's crafts! You were never worthy of being my son, of being a prince of Asgard!" he pulled him up again, frowning at him with renewed hatred. "I should have left you to die! Should have left you to the bitter cold of Jotunheim." he raised his sword. "What have you say Bastard of Laufey? What words have you before your dying breath?"

Loki leaned his head back, blood running down his face. His eyes were half lidded as he looked at the man he once called his father. A uncaring smirk made it's way to his lips. "Bastard now...how crass, even for you." he swallowed hard, swallowing the blood that had gathered. "You want so much to make me the villain. To make the whole of Asgard turn against me, to fear Jotunheim by showing them that the child you raised as your own could not be turned. That all of the Jotuns are the monsters you made them to be." he grit his teeth as pain rushed through him. "You had it all planned out didn't you? Take me as your ward, raise me under lies and guide me to destruction. Yet, you had failed to account for so much." he laughed, choking slightly on his blood. "You never thought the All Mother, your wife, would take me into her heart as she had, to teach me her ways despite your protests. She had shown me more love then I ever needed of you. And never had you accounted for the want and lust of your own blood. Tell me, what did it feel like to know your own flesh and blood lusted after a Jotun to the point of claiming love?" he was hit with the bud of the sword. He kept his head turned. "How strange you try me for treason when it was you who caused my pain. You who did nothing while your son took me, you who married me off to a woman I did not love, you who killed the child I held so dear, you who enslaved my first born for the sake of your steed, you who sent my children away from me so early in life..." he turned to him, his emerald eyes deep and toxic with unending rage, hate and of course pain, pain any true father would know when they had lost their children. "YOU WHO STOOD BY AND LEFT ME TO THE MERCILESS OF THE CHITARI!"

Odin tightened his grip, not caring to hear any more. He would strangle him with his bare hands, he would end the life of the child he should have never saved. The Allfather should have let him die should have left him to the frost, like his own father had. Loki was not meant to live, to breed, to love. No, he was meant only for death, to die unwanted, unloved by any in the nine realms.

He was hit hard, his grip on the liar gone as he was thrown into the nearby wall. Mjolnir, was summoned back to his master. Blue eyes stared at him with rage. He could have killed him, injured him badly but the hit was small compared to what it could have been. His son, his own flesh and blood stood to defend the wretch. Thor pointed his hammer at him. "You will do no such thing! Odin, Allfather, my father, stop this madness at once! Loki is not your enemy, nor Asgard's!" His blue eyes locked with Odin's single, his face stern almost mirroring the Allfather's gaze. "I will not stand aside any longer in hopes of pleasing you. All my life I have done as you commanded, learned what was expected of me, fought the battles that were not my own all for Asgard, for you Allfather, but alas no longer shall I sully my hands in your name."

Odin stood, his anger clear as the crystal they drank from. "Thor, my son, he has bewitched you! Can you not see it? What would any of Asgard wish from a Frost Giant least he be cursed!" He took a step forward. "Come my son, let us go to your mother and sort this through and undo his bewitchment." He moved closer to him, placing a hand on his son's strong shoulder. "Leave him my son, come stand by my side til the day you take the thrown and have the lovely Sif as your bride once more."

Thor's eyes were dark with rage. How dare his father suggest such! How dare he ask him to take Sif as his bride once more, knowing what had happened! No, he would do no such thing as long as he lived. He had married her upon his father's request when he was broken hearted to learn Loki had taken Sigyn as his wife. From there the tragic turn of events had fallen, leading them here.

Loki remained silent, what use would his word be for even he, the liesmith, could not deny that is was what would be best for Asgard. Deep within Thor's heart, Asgard dwelled, planted firmly like a parasite far from forgotten. Thor, though he was not Odin's eldest son, was the only of his sons, his blood sons, who could take the thrown. If Asgard were to survive, Thor had to lead them, no other would do, as Loki had found out. Barely a day as king and he was betrayed.

Radiant blue eyes turned to his father. "I will have but one at my side, I fear deeply father you would never approve." He backed away, eyes as fierce as ever, the look he used when engaging the enemy. "I the sun of Asgard will have only the moon at my side. I will take no other as long as I stand before the nine realms while drawing breath." he looked to Loki, who turned from him, denying him what he wanted most. "He is the only one I shall take as my consort, my love, my right hand."

"Then you are a fool." Loki breath, refusing to look at him. "You who have had women thrown at your feet since the very day you were born, you who could chose any within the nine realms, you chose the one you can not have." why did his words hurt him just as much as they did Thor? "What a horrid half-wit you are, clawing after the one thing you can not have, the beast who lusts after the wounded bird, I am worth nothing to you, to Asgard, to any of the nine realms." why was he shaking? What was this pain? "For your own good Thor Odinson," he hissed the name. "...I would sooner see you dead at my feet before I allow you to take me in your kings chambers."

"You do not mean what you say!" he yelled. He moved to take him in his arms, holding him closely as his eyes gazed at the lovely face. "Brother, look at me, I beg it of you look at me with any look you so chose as long as it is for me." Uncertainty, that was the look he got. "I will not believe your words. You are not like him, you are not Laufey's son, you are Frigga's son. The son who would rather study in the library then draw arms in combat. The son who fought so desperately against all to save his own sons." he pressed his head to Loki's, begging and praying that he know he spoke from his heart. "You are not this man you pretend to be. You are Loki of Asgard, my brother, my love."

Loki looked up, unable to look at him. Thor was not this weak. A distrustful smile flashed on his lips just one moment before he spoke. "I am not that man," he said, looking up wishing he could see the stars and not the cold stone of the dungeons. "Not any more." he said softly. "I have not been that man for some time, since the fall from the Byfrost."

Thor's eyes glow with the cold crack of thunder just outside the dungeon. "I, Thor son of Odin Allfather, shall not allow this!" He turned to his father, Loki gathered in his arms so caringly. "We are not welcome here then so be it, we will go else where." he moved off into another direction that would lead them away. He only wanted to be with Loki, to love him as he had in the past, to hold him at night and know that all he did was worth it. That he would be there no matter what.

"You will not leave!" Odin boomed as he darted toward them, sword drawn. He raised his sword preparing to cut off Loki's head while Thor held him. "May you lose your way in the after life!" and his sword came down, right onto his neck.

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Thor ran as quickly as he could holding Loki in his arms. Since the moment Odin let Loki go, Odin was in their trap. Loki's illusions were the best and could fool anyone. "How do you fair?" he asked as he rounded the corner, knowing his brother's magic came at a cost. The stronger the illusion, the one that Odin was able to touch, the more energy it took to hold it.

"As well as one could hope." he wasn't feeling well. It was too much movement too quickly. His magic was limited so greatly by the collar around his neck. "I...I can't hold it much longer..."

"Come Loki a bit longer! You can do it, brother you must!" Thor encouraged, they were so close he could taste it. "All we must do now is enter the craft and make way for the secret bridge..." he skid to a stop. His eyes locked on the one person he did not wish to see. "Mother..."

Loki did not look. He refused to. He didn't want her to see him this way, so weak and helpless. The child she had saved so many times when he was young.

Frigga moved toward them, her eyes gentle and her hair flowing behind her. A queen in every form of the word. "My sons, you take such a long way, the south corridor would be far quicker." she said stepping toward them and stopping a foot in front of them. "Take care of him Thor, he is so deeply wounded." she kissed him softly on the cheek. "Loki, my son, let me look into your captivating eyes my witty boy, just once more..."

Let it be known that Loki could not deny his mother. He looked at her with half lidded eyes. "Mo...Queen Frigga..." she was not his mother.

She smiled and gently touched her cheek. "Though I am not the woman who carried you and given you life, I am the woman who raised you, thought you, loved you as my own. I am your mother as I am Thor's and you are my son." She kissed his forehead as she always had. "My clever child."

Loki said nothing more and turned away. He couldn't let her suffer anymore for him. She was too kind to allow to rot because she helped them to escape. "My illusion has fallen, we must go quickly least his rage fuel him more."

Frigga smiled. "Be safe my sons." She said as she headed toward the direction they came, prepared to stall Odin as long as she could.

Thor ran as quickly as his legs could carry him until he found the craft. "Loki, are you well enough to lead us from here? I know not the way." He lowered his head.

Said god sat up and took the controls, grunting in pain. "So this was your plan? Foolish, and what if I were to be unconscious when you had reached this point?" the craft lifted into the air and they were off, Loki tried to steady his arm as they made their way through the sea and toward the rocks that lay at the edge of Asgard. He was growing dizzy and his hand began to tremble. "Thor.." he whispered but the other did not hear. His head was whaling, spinning round and round. "THOR!" he cried as he fell, the craft falling too.

The Thunderer stood, his body moving to take the controls. "Loki!" he cried, pulling the craft upward. He knew not where he was going, only that it was toward the rocks and they were being followed.

"T...Toward...the center cave...n...near the edge...enter it...don't...stop..." he lost himself then to the darkness.

He was not sure about this, but he would do as his brother had said. Thor knew he was not as intelligent as his brother, he was quite dull in comparison. Taking a deep breath, he entered the narrow pass bouncing off the walls and crashing the stones from their place. Lights began to glow around them, colored like the rainbow bridge, and here he closed his eyes and gave a mighty roar...

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"Worthless!" Odin's voice boomed through the room. "Filthy ignorant child!" the sound of flesh smacking against flesh filled the room. A small body hit the ground, a child less then a third the size of his aggressor. "My wife bore me no daughters, you are not to use magic! Not now, not ever again!"

Tears fell from the child's eyes. All he had done was show his father the trick his mother had taught to him. How he could turn a rock into an apple and this is what had happened. He touched his cheek. He was smaller then the others who trained. How was he to keep up with Baldur, Thor and even his blind brother Hodur? He was not like them at all. "But why? You do not chastise the others always me, why me? I am best at magic, Mother said this trick took her days to master and I have taken mere hours!" He stood up then, wiping at his eyes. "I am going to learn magic! I will prove to you it is not a woman's craft!" he tried to run by his father only to be smacked, once more falling to the ground.

"You will learn better then to dishonor me!" he gripped the boy by his shoulder length hair. "You wish to be a woman so badly, so be it!" he drew a dagger from his side pocket just as Frigga entered the room.

"Odin Allfather!" she screamed running at him, fearing for her child's life. She gripped his arm but it did nothing, he threw her off and to the ground.

"Mother!" the child cried as the blade sliced threw his long hair, the symbol of strength and masculinity. He fell to the ground, tears flowing freely as the elder god threw the dark severed locks at him.

Odin turned to his wife who stood and ran to the child, cradling her baby, her youngest. "No wonder he is weak, he's a woman's son." he scuffed and replaced the blade. "Take him, do with him as you please I don't care, you wanted a daughter, now you have one."

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It was bright and loud here.

"Thor...It's Thor!"

"Why is he here? How did he get here?"

"Maybe Thunderhead got kicked out of Asgard again?"

"Shut it Stark! Thor buddy are you okay?"

"Loki! You all heard it, Loki is behind this!"

"He said help Loki."

"Yeh, help stop him."

Green eyes fluttered open as he tried to sit up. He let out a groan and the noises became louder. His vision was blurred but he could make out the colors of red, white, and blue.

A/N

Sorry it took so freaking long to write but here it is, chapter 3. Please read and review!