Hello, I am your mind giving you someone to talk to: hello
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken
Hello I am the lie living for you so you can hide
Don't cry
-Hello by Evanescence

"The doctors aren't sure how he's going to turn out. If he was human, he'd be dead. There's no question about that," Bruce said as he cast a sorrowful glance towards the hospital room where Loki was being kept. "But as you have told us, Asgardians have different regenerative qualities. He hasn't woken up or shown any signs of recovery. He's still on the breathing tube since they aren't sure if he can breathe on his own yet. They think he's going down hill, and they are considering inserting a pacemaker if his heart continues on its slipper slope. It's hard to say. I'm sorry, Thor." Bruce put a hand on the thunder god's shoulder in an attempt to comfort the sobered man.

Ever since he had realized Odin's "betrayal", Thor had felt abandoned, lost. Frigga had tried to contact him, but Thor couldn't look at her without thinking that Odin had to have told her about Loki. She knew everything about her sons after all. Frigga had always claimed to love Loki, but was it just a claim now? He didn't know what was right and what was wrong anymore. It was all just a jumble because everything he had thought was true was being turned upside down and he hated it.

"It is all right," Thor said in an unusually quiet voice. "I must believe that my brother will pull through this. He is one of the strongest men that I know. He will pull through it." The way his voice quivered told Bruce that Thor was trying to convince himself more than any other person. Thor looked up to the room where his brother lay, still on the bed. He had heard that some people believed that talking to those in a coma helped to bring them back to the real world, but all of his talking seemed to do nothing. Loki still lay there, dormant. Thor would have done so much to bring him back, if not just long enough so Thor could apologize. There were so many things that he had believed that were wrong, but Loki would never hear him say sorry.

"That he will, Thor. If it's any consolation, the doctors did say that his brain still seems to be functional. It means there's a higher chance of him coming out," Bruce rambled a bit as he tried to figure out something to comfort his depressed comrade. Seeing that his words were doing little good, Bruce put a hand on Thor's shoulder and shook him slightly. "Don't stay in here forever. Come back to the mansion and rest. You need to sleep."

"I will be out eventually. Do not worry for me," replied Thor as he leaned his head forward on his hands. He did feel tired, but he felt as if every moment away from this hospital was a moment he was failing his brother again. It was a loathesome feeling, but the only way to lessen it was to be by his brother's side. Even then, the feeling never left him. Because a nagging part of him said that could be doing more for his brother, but instead he was sitting and doing nothing. Couldn't there be anything else that he could do for his younger sibling?

"All right. We'll be back later. If you're still around when I come back, then we're going to drag you out." Bruce smiled softly before leaving the hospital. Thor sighed and leaned back into his chair. He sat there for a few hours more until he felt the pulse. Magic was a living energy source. That was how it healed Asgardians. It also felt things. What Thor felt was the emotions of the caster: pain, sadness, anger, and betrayal. Loki.

Thor bolted up from his chair, and rushed over to Loki's room. He yanked the door open and hurried to the bedside. Loki's eyes were wide, and tears were slipping out of the corners. His mouth was letting out some sort of rasping gasp, but was stopped because of the long tube in his throat. Anything below his shoulders didn't move, but Loki was obviously scared. His eyes frantically searched around the room before lighting upon Thor. Another pulse, this time Thor felt condescension and pain.

Loki's face scrunched up in pain as the second pulse of energy came out. That was when Thor remembered what had gotten Loki in the hospital in the first place. "Calm down, my brother. You aren't well. Just lie there while I fetch a doctor." Loki glared back at him and responded by clamping his mouth down tightly on the tube, forcing it to rub against the side of his throat. Loki winced as the rubber hit his sore throat. It hurt, heck, everything hurt. His head whirled around in circles as he tried to breathe in. He knew air was reaching his lungs, but it didn't feel like he was breathing. He hated it. Why couldn't he have just died? He wouldn't have had to suffer through this if he did.

He watched as Thor rushed out of the room to call a nurse with venomous dislike. Oh no they wouldn't. He wasn't going to let them patch him up again. What would his purpose been if after all he did, he was just healed again? That was for the weak, and he couldn't be weak anymore. His head twisted to the side as he began to pump out more of his energy. "Brother! Stop it!" Asgard would freeze over before he would just stop.

Thor's hand gripped his shoulder and squeezed it tightly. One of the magical arteries clenched and the energy stopped it's release. Loki wanted to swear, but he was too weak and too broken. Instead he mentally cursed Thor with all off the Asgardian profanities he could think of. "We'll get a sedative," said the nurse. No! He didn't want to be sedated again! That would only make him weaker! "He obviously is struggling from the changes after waking up. He'll be fine soon." He was of perfectly good mind. He wanted to die and to Jotunheim they would not stop him.

He felt the needle prick his skin and soon, the world began to blur. "It will be all right soon, my brother. This is for your own good, I promise." Thor was a liar. How would Thor know what was good for him? Thor had spent his whole life making Loki's miserable. It was like a cruel joke. That was how Loki fell back into slumber, to the voice of a god and a liar. He fell asleep in sadness.

Author's Note: This story may become increasingly hard for me to write from this point on. Probably because I finally watched the Thor movie and I'm of the firm opinion that I hate Thor almost 50% more than I used to. :D Never fear! I will continue writing this story since I know where I want it to go. Hopefully my writing won't be affected by this. xD

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