So stay in my memory
You can hide out there
Don't take all my thoughts today
So I can start to begin again
-Stay in my Memory by Bim

The building shook as the two gods took the fight deeper into the sanctum. Odin danced around Frigga's blows, trying to avoid direct conflict. He searched for ways to disable his wife without having to severely hurt her. She was different from the Midgardians he had fought earlier. He didn't have any emotional attachment to them, and he didn't have an allegiance to protect those that were fighting for the wrong cause.

Frigga, on the other hand, though she was fighting on the wrong side, was his wife. He couldn't just hurt her. Frigga spun and landed a kick on his stomach, sending him flying back through the walls. She slipped another knife out of her side pocket and threw it after the allfather. She ran after the blade, her mind blank. She knew that if she thought too much, she'd stall. She needed to keep her head clear of thoughts or she'd really begin to think. This was a fight. She didn't want to think otherwise she'd get caught up in her emotions.

Odin tumbled back into the rotunda, the walls shaking as a large hole was blown into them. Odin weakly clasped Gungnir in his hands. As Frigga neared, he slammed the blunted side against her chest, sending her skidding back. It wasn't hard enough to damage her too badly, but it was enough to stun her. She shook her blonde hair back and forth before growling, "Do not patronize me. You insult me by not taking me seriously."

"I do take you seriously, my wife, but I would not harm someone who need not be involved." Odin pointed Gungnir at Frigga, a beam of energy erupting from the tip. Frigga rolled out of the way as the beam struck a chunk of fallen rubble. The rock levitated into the air, much to Odin's annoyance. He raised up the rock before throwing it at Frigga, who dodged.

Thor had just exited the room when he saw the attack. He closed the door behind him quickly and hoped that they hadn't noticed his arrival. Luckily, the two seemed too busy in their own fight to notice someone on the outskirts.

-Words Like Thor's-

"Let me go, you ingrates!" Loki yelled in frustration as he tugged at his restraints. "I am perfectly fine! Now let me loose! You senseless Midgardians cannot sense their presence, but I can!" Powerful energy readings came from the room just beside his. He instantly recognized them as Frigga, Odin, and Thor. That meant he wanted to be anywhere but near them.

"Calm down, sir. You're not supposed to leave the bed! You were unconscious only a few moments ago. It's very ill advised for you to get up right now!" The male nurse said, pushing Loki back down on the bed.

"I feel perfectly fine. You do not have a clue how Asgardians heal, so let me go. I am perfectly fine, but you will not be if you keep me here any longer," Loki growled, glaring at the nurse.

The man ran a hand through his hair and looked over at the female nurse behind him. The woman shrugged as an explosion shook the building. The woman slipped backwards, falling to the ground. The black haired man moved over to catch her, and Loki took the chance. He straightened his hand out and called a thin blue line of energy. He sliced his hand up, cutting through the leather restraints.

With his lower arm free, he moved to slice away the restraints on his chest, finally breaking free. "Hey! Stop that!" The agent yelled, running back over to the beside.

"No thank you." Loki replied, hopping off the other side of the bed. He winced as IV tugged at his skin. He noticed the small white strips that tied the line into his skin and thought better about ripping it out. His fingers glowed blue as he snipped the IV cord, saline gushing out.

He flicked energy at the bed locks, snapping the wheels free. Loki jumped away from the man's outstretched arms and gave the bed a kick, sending it careening towards the two agents. While they were delayed, he ran towards the only door he could find. It was towards his self-proclaimed family, but he'd have to risk if he wanted to get out.

He rushed through the door before stopping abruptly as a block of rock went flying past them. Frigga and Odin battled before him, each sending blasts of magic back at one another.

Loki watched them silently. Frigga dodged to the side before sending sparks towards Odin. Any other time, Loki would have been trying to figure out their weaknesses. Perhaps he would have tried to create a pool of water for one of them to slip on. But now he just sat there and watched them. They were... fighting.

He had never seen Frigga fight before. She had retired from fighting long before he had joined their family. At most, she had taught him a little bit of magic before hiring a tutor. He had heard from some of the warriors in Valhalla that she had been a warrior, but he had never believed them. Frigga seemed too nice and complacent to be a warrior.

But now she was fighting. And it wasn't just that she was fighting. She was fighting for him. He had been angry with her for a while. She had never tried to intervene to help him before. It seemed that she didn't care at all, but now it was different. The last time he had really been close to her had been before the New York incident. Frigga hadn't forgotten him, and she hadn't moved on.

Thor walked up behind him and put a hand on Loki's shoulder. Loki turned up to look at the blonde with a frown cresting his face. "Why is she doing this?" Thor furrowed his brows and tilted his head to the side. "There has to be an angle, a reason why she is doing this. What is it?" Loki grabbed Thor's wrist tightly. Thor moved to pry off the hand, but realized Loki was shaking.

He knelt down beside his brother and said, "It is because she cares for you, brother."

"I have no brother," Loki mumbled, shaking his head vehemently.

"You do. I am your brother, and she is your mother. If we are not family in blood, we are family in spirit. We are fighting for you. You are more than you realize, Loki. Do not let Odin define you. The Avengers have also seen your merit. They fought for your sake and no one else's. Actions speak louder than words as you so often remind me. Can you not see how much their actions convey?" Loki stared at the ground sadly as Thor spoke to him.

He lifted up his other hand to his face and looked away. His hair fell in front of his face, and he shook quietly. Thor heard faint hiccups and patted his brother on the head. "Thor," Thor started. They were back to first name basis now? "Thank you for always being there for me."

Thor blinked before smiling. "It is nothing, brother."

"Now, I have to stand for myself, but... It would be nice if you could stand beside me," Loki said quietly, glancing away to the side.

Thor smiled broadly and pulled his brother into a brief and awkward hug. "Of course, Loki."

Author's Note: It's late! I'm so so sorry! My brain has fried these past few days. The story will probably end by the end of November. Isn't that kind of sad? I can't wait to write it out though because I know you will all enjoy it. At least, I hope you will... I don't plan on having to defend against riots or mobs. Take that message as you will, and I will see you next week!

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