Authors Note: I have decided to continue this story thanks to my reviews. This chapter is mostly Thor related. Still with a lot of Loki though. Hope you enjoy and happy reading! :-D
Thor sat gloomily in the dining hall. People buzzed around him. The feast was in full motion. And yet Thor was unhappy. It had been 15 long years since he had lost his brother. His special Loki. Odin had walked up to him a month after Loki had been returned to Asgard and told him Loki had died. Thor had been so angry. He had blamed his father. He had destroyed everything in his path. After he had calmed down he had realised a painful truth. One that still pained him to this day. It was his fault. He had handed his brother to Odin. He had been the one to walk away from his younger brother, to never visit or ask about him. He wished he had gone to see him, if only once. Thor never even knew where Loki was. Now, as he sat in the damned hall, something was unsettling him. Something urgent that was pulling at the corners of his mind. Something that was demanding attention, like someone was calling his name. Thor looked around him. No-one would notice if he left. Slowly, deliberately, Thor made his way to the door. He slipped out into the dark corridor. Night had fallen quickly over Asgard. Thor hurried to the main gates. As he entered the courtyard part of him wondered what he was doing but something deep within him pulled Thor towards the now open gates. Before him stretched the forest. A dangerous place to be at night but Thor moved anyway. It was almost as though he had no control of his body. As he disappeared into the forest he began to run. Thor had no idea how he knew where to go but he knew, somehow, that it was right.
Suddenly, the thing in the corner of Thor's mind broke free and Thor slammed to a stop. In his mind he saw Loki. He actually saw Loki! He was collapsed in the middle of a floor that looked to be stained with blood. Thor stared at his brother in horror as he searched desperately for any sign of life. There! Loki's body shuddered as he took a shallow breath. Thor tried to move towards his brother but found that he couldn't. His vision blurred and he was aware that he was falling. "NO!" Thor screamed out as his vision returned and he found himself once again in the forest. He was on his knees and, to his surprise, he was crying. Thor had never seen Loki look so weak. Thor wiped away his tears and stood up. Odin had lied to him. Loki was alive and needed him. How dare Odin pretend Loki was dead! Thor knew now why he was here. He needed to get to Loki before it was too late. He knew in which direction to go and he once again let the pulling feeling show him the way to his brother. He would find Loki!
Thor continued to run through the night, as though his own life was dependent on him getting to Loki. Nothing stood in Thors' way as he crashed through the forest vegetation. Thor was a long way from home, a long way from help. A faint light was creeping through the trees, casting an eerie glow to everything. He knew he was Forbidden Lands. A place of danger. No-one lived there due to the poisonous mists and stretching marshes that were to easily to get lost in. Thor exited the forest and as far as he could see the Forbidden Lands stretched. No-one was sure how far it lasted. It was a place Thor had hoped he would never have to go. But for Loki he would travel the nine realms. Thor knew Loki was there, somewhere. So he started to walk. Small, spiky plants replaced the tall green trees of the forest. A single crow soared high above Thors' head; its screeching cry was the only sound to be heard over the land. It wasn't long before the forest had completely disappeared and Thor was deep within the Forbidden Lands. Thor scanned for any building but found none. Sheer exhaustion was soloing Thor and his breath became heavy. Just as he was about to give up he saw it. In the distance, about 3 miles ahead, was a small building. With energy he didn't know he had, Thor began to run. The mucky yellow light seemed to illuminate his way as he ran. Soon he had made it to the door. Loki was inside the building, he knew it. Thor flung himself at the door which provided little resistance. A single flight of stairs where in front of him, so down he went. Only to stop in surprise. At least 100 doors stretched ahead of him. With a sigh, Thor began to open each one. Thor had torn through 87 doors before he heard a slight sound behind one. It was a tiny sound, like a whimper. Thors' heart began to race as he ripped door 88 of its' hinges. Loki was exactly as Thor had seen him. Tiny on the floor. Thor looked around. The blood that stained the floor was defiantly belonged to Loki. He knew his brother had desperately tried to escape. Loki shuddered as another breath rocked his tiny frame. Thor went to his brother. He picked Loki up and held him gently in his arms. Lokis' green eyes fluttered opened and for just one moment, Thor stared into his brothers' familiar and caring eyes. Loki sighed, a tiny sigh, and closed his eyes. His face was so drawn and there where deep shadows under his eyes. But at least he was alive. Thor realised he was crying when a single tear drop landed on his brothers forehead. Thor was happy. So happy he was crying. He finally had his brother back. "Oh Loki, I promise I will never leave you again. My brother"