Author's Note – This story is dedicated to my wonderful, amazing, and lovely friend, Cassandra. I hope you love it, my dear.

Warnings – I'll put these here, because I didn't have enough room in the summary. This chapter does contain family-rape. You have been made aware.

Chapter Six: But So Were You

It was around eight in the morning when Loki finally decided to get out of bed. His body was sore, but it was – for once – the good kind of sore, the kind that had you stretching and smiling to yourself. For the first time in weeks, Loki felt good. Maybe all he really needed was a good sleep. What made the morning even better was the fact that he had no messages from Odin. He'd read and deleted all of the texts and didn't even bother listening to the eight voicemails before falling asleep. He didn't know what to think about not having any now, since Odin had made it perfectly clear that he wanted him home. Nevertheless, Loki didn't stop to think about that any longer. He slept well and he felt good. That was enough.

He took his shower, brushed his teeth, and dressed in jeans, a green shirt, and a pair of grey socks before emerging from his room, running a hand through his damp hair, shaking droplets of water from the dark strands. His stomach growled at him and Loki put a hand over top it as he made his way into the kitchen. He didn't know if Thor was up or if he had breakfast food, but he figured he'd at least try to find something. Maybe there was leftover spaghetti from the previous night if things got too desperate.

It was as he was walking into the living room did he feel dread seeping in. He slowed to a stop when he saw Thor by the window, pacing back and forth, his muscles tight and taut and stiff, and he knew right then that something was wrong. Stomach forgotten, Loki walked a few steps into the room before Thor realised that he was there. His sparkling blue eyes, usually so bright and full of happiness, stood dim and dull. He lifted a finger and pointed angrily to the couch, and Loki dumbly went to it and sank down into the cushions before he realised what he'd done.

Loki couldn't tell who was on the other line. The voice was too low and Thor's pacing was making it difficult to concentrate. Anxiety slowly started to fill him, his hands wringing together, as though he didn't know exactly what to do with them. The conversation went on for a good twenty minutes before Thor started nodding his head. It looked as though he was getting annoyed with the conversation alone, and Loki had no idea what would happen once it finally ended. And right after that thought creeped in, Loki slowly started to shrink into himself. Thor wouldn't do anything to him … would he? Of course, he wouldn't. Shaking his head, Loki chided himself for even thinking such a thing. Thor never laid a hand on him before – he certainly wouldn't now.

Then again … Odin hadn't, either, until mother left …

Loki was jerked back from his thoughts when he heard Thor sighing impatiently. "Yes, father, I heard you," More was said, but that was all Loki needed to hear to know that he was screwed. He could feel the blood draining from his face, could feel his entire body start to shake due to the amount of feelings and emotions and thoughts that were assaulting him and coming at him with such force. He had to remind himself to breathe, had to remind himself to inhale and exhale slowly, otherwise, he would lose whatever control he had left, and that wasn't much to begin with.

Thor hung up the land-phone and tossed it down on the coffee-table that was positioned between the two brothers. He stared down at Loki, large arms hanging at his sides, muscles bulging. Thor was always one to settle problems with his fists, but he must have realised that this wasn't something that he could punch his way out of. He had to be assertive and actually talk – something that Loki was anxiously waiting on. What would he say? What would he do? Would he hear him, let Loki speak, and allow him the chance to explain himself? Or would Thor yell and scream until he lost all patience and started slamming things with his fists, breaking whatever he got his hands on?

"That was father on the phone," Thor finally said, and the tone of his voice was clearly anger and irritation. He balled his fists up, Loki's eyes watching the action before he slowly looked back up. "Loki, he didn't know that you came here, nor did mother. They've been out of their minds worried, because they didn't know where you were."

Loki opened his mouth to speak, to say something, anything to calm the situation down, but whatever it was he was getting ready to say slipped from his tongue as Thor's words registered in his head. He felt his breath hitch in his throat, his eyes watering just slightly. "What?" Mother was home?

"You lied to me," Thor bit out, causing Loki to flinch and come back to the conversation he was having. Loki watched as Thor raked a hand through his hair and sat down on the edge of a reclining chair, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward, eyes locked on his little brother. "You said that they knew you were here."

"Yes, I lied about that part –" Loki started, unsure of what he would say really, but knowing that he had to say something to calm Thor down. Of course, he didn't get the chance to say much else before Thor butted in.

"What else did you lie about?" Thor demanded to know, and the accusation in his voice had Loki taken aback. Did Thor truly think so little of him?

"I … nothing, nothing else," He said quickly, needing Thor to believe him. He hadn't been there long with his brother, but Loki didn't want them to part on such hateful terms. He shook his head when he saw the disbelieving look on Thor's face, panic gripping at him, pulling him down. "Thor, I swear to you that I didn't lie about anything else! You know how they are together – mother and father! You know how stressful they are and –"

"And the drugs – was that a lie, too?"

Swallowing back the lump in his throat, Loki forcefully shook his head. "No, it wasn't a lie, Thor. I'm telling the truth."

"Well, you'll have to forgive me for not taking your word on it."

Clenching his teeth tightly together, Loki counted back from ten before dropping his gaze, hands wringing together, heart battering painfully against his rib-cage. "What's going to happen now?" He asked after several minutes of silence. He could feel Thor's gaze on him, but he was too weak and cowardly to meet his hard stare just yet.

"Father is worried and he wants you home. You're going to get your things together and I'm going to drive you back to Malibu."

Loki's eyes shot up then, his mouth slightly agape, as though he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All that would coherently process was the fact that Thor was going to be taking him back to the man who had been raping him and drugging him for a little over a week. But right before he could outright panic, right before he could hyperventilate and beg Thor to let him stay, he remembered what Thor told him just moments before. Father and mother were worried about him, meaning she was home, she was back, meaning Odin had no choice, but to tell her about him running away. She would make things better, she could keep him safe.

Letting out a sigh, Loki looked sadly at his brother. "I'm sorry, Thor."

"Just get your things together. We'll leave in ten minutes."

-x- -x- -x-

They left at quarter to nine and arrived back in Malibu roughly twelve and a half hours later. Nothing much was really said between Thor and Loki. They stopped for bathroom breaks, snacks, and to fill up the car with more gas, but other than that, Thor was dead-set on getting Loki back to Malibu. And knowing that hurt like hell, because was Thor that angry with him that he was trying to get rid of him as quickly as possible? It hurt more than it probably should, but Loki didn't say a word to Thor. And Thor didn't say anything, either. It was the longest car ride that Loki had ever had to endure in such conditions and – much to his surprise – he was almost relieved when Thor pulled onto their street and stopped the car in front of their house. Loki didn't hesitate to get out of the car. If Thor wanted nothing more to do with him then he wouldn't get in his way any longer.

"Loki, wait –" Thor said, sighing, running a hand through his hair. He was looking at Loki with an expression that was a mixture between guilt and sadness, but he didn't get anything else out before Loki was shaking his head.

"No, it's fine. Forget about me. I'm sorry I interrupted your perfect new life," Loki snarled, slamming the door to the car. In a way, he thought he over-reacted. Thor looked as though he was going to apologise and Loki completely stopped that from happening. On the other hand, however, did it really matter what he said? In the end, he would leave and they wouldn't talk any more. They would go back to how they were before – brothers by blood, but ultimately strangers.

His steps were quick as he made his way to the house, unsure if Thor would follow him or what, but he didn't care. Mother was home and he wanted to see her. He needed to see her. The door was unlocked when Loki got to it, and he glanced back once to see Thor still sitting in front of the house, watching him, before he went inside and closed the door.

"Mother," Loki called, standing right in the foyer, his ears trying to pick up on any movement inside the house. Dropping his backpack on the floor – mother didn't approve of that, but he'd pick it up and return it to his room once he'd found her – Loki slowly started making his way through the living room, moving towards the kitchen. If she wasn't upstairs then the kitchen was where he was sure to find her. "Mother …"

"Your mother isn't home, Loki," He should have expected that voice, should have known it was too good to be true. What he didn't expect, however, was Odin standing so close to him. He was shoved to the floor and Loki was just able to get his hands out in front of him to cushion the impact before he spun around, emerald green eyes wide as he took in the large, intimidating form of his father.

Odin lunged for him, hands reaching to grab him, but somehow Loki was able to scurry out of the way and scramble to his feet, taking off towards the front door. "Thor!" Loki screamed, hoping and praying to whatever god out there that his brother was still there, still parked in front of the house.

But before Loki could get to the foyer and throw the door open, Odin caught up with him. He grabbed the back of Loki's shirt and jerked him to a stop before slapping a hand over his mouth, preventing him from screaming out for Thor or for anyone else who might hear and come to investigate. Odin pulled Loki down with him to his knees, pressing them both against the wall. Loki scrambled and fought to get free, but his father merely wound an arm around his body, pinning his arms to his sides. He continued to fight, but there was nothing he could do. He wasn't getting free – Odin was too strong and Loki was too panicked to put up a proper fight. In the end, Loki merely started crying, his sobs muffled off by the hand that was still pressed tightly over his mouth, because he knew his father would tear him apart.

Nothing happened for several minutes. The only sound in the house was Loki's stifled cries. Odin held tightly to him, his grip unwavering. Thor never came. When it became obvious that no-one was going to intervene, Odin seemed to relax some, though he held tightly to Loki. Leaning down, he sank his teeth into the flesh of his neck, only relenting when Loki screamed and started to struggle once more. Only then did he stand up, pulling Loki along with him.

"What did I tell you, hmm?" Odin asked rhetorically as he dragged Loki up the stairs. He ignored Loki's struggling, ignored the way that he tried to grab a hold of anything he could to slow them down. The fact that he wasn't even deterred was terrifying, and Loki felt as though he was going to suffocate with how frightened he was. "It appears as though I'll just have to break you now."

"No, no, please stop," Loki begged, tears streaming down his face, heart racing, anxiety threatening to crush him under its weight. Somehow – somehow – he managed to pull himself away from his father's strong grip, but all he was able to do was grab the banister, as though it would keep his legs from giving out on him. "Please, I can't –"

Whatever plea Loki was going to express was cut short. Odin's hand shot out, roughly grabbing Loki by the chin. A panicked cry left Loki, but Odin didn't seem affected by it. If anything, his icy blue eye seemed to darken all the more. He closed the distance between them, pressing himself against Loki, and Loki couldn't help but let out a whimper and squeeze his eyes shut, because he could feel his father's hardness against his hip. He could feel it pulsating and it made his stomach twist and cramp painfully.

"Why do you want me to stop?" Odin asked his voice pleasant, not at all revealing of the assault he was about to deliver once more. He tilted Loki's chin up. "Open your eyes. I want to see your fear," Loki couldn't, though. He should have expected his father's rage, because no sooner had the words left his mouth, Odin struck him across the face – hard. "I said open your fucking eyes!"

"Please stop," Loki cried, unable to stop the tears from falling, unable to stop his body from shaking. Odin was tense, angry, and Loki – out of fear alone – opened his eyes and lifted a hand, wrapping it around the wrist that grasped his chin tightly. "Stop, just please, stop."

"That's more like it," Odin said, releasing Loki's chin, placing his hands on the banister on either side of him, trapping Loki in. Loki's grip shifted to where he had a hand on his father's chest, vainly attempting to keep him at a distance, though it wouldn't do any good. He knew that much. "You disobeyed me, Loki. I think you forget your place. I am your father and you are my son. You listen to me and do as you're told. Do you understand?"

He should nod his head. He should nod his head and try to make Odin believe that he was docile before he attempted to escape again. But his legs hadn't stopped shaking; his heart hadn't stopped beating against his rib-cage. Loki knew that he wouldn't be able to go far. He probably wouldn't even be able to get five steps away from his father before he was caught once more. And if he tried to run then Loki didn't even want to begin to think about the consequences that action would evoke. Loki already knew that Odin would tear him apart – running and angering him further would only cause the man to completely ruin him.

So he did nod his head. It was a quick, jerking motion, but it seemed to appease Odin for the moment.

"Good boy. Now turn around," Odin said, his hands moving to his waist, where he started undoing the belt from his jeans.

Loki's heart sank, the panic that was festering inside of him morphing into utter hysteria. The tears started streaming down his face all the more, his breath hitching in his throat, the lump forming, preventing him from even breathing. "No, please –" He started to stammer, tripping over his words. He shook his head, curling in on himself, as though that would somehow protect him.

Of course, he wasn't able to get anything else out of his mouth before Odin back-handed him, his head snapping to the side, his cheek heating up due to the force. Loki didn't get the chance to react – he barely got the chance to even process what had just happened – before he was grabbed and forced to turn around. Arms wrenched behind his back, Loki had no choice, but to allow Odin to bind his wrists together, the leather pinching at his skin. Jerked away from the banister, Odin pulled Loki towards his room, shoving him down to the floor when they finally arrived. Unable to use his hands to ease the fall, Loki's right shoulder took the brunt of the impact, a shout escaping him at the pain.

Turning around to close the door, Loki took that opportunity to scurry back, making it to the wall near the foot of the bed before Odin reached him once more, his pants already undone. Loki could see his hardness and he couldn't stop the sob that ripped from him, because there was no way he could stop his father from raping him. He shook his head and opened his mouth to speak, but Odin grabbed his chin once more, his breath hitting his face as he leaned in.

"I'm doing this for you, my son," He said as he ran a hand through Loki's hair, gripping it painfully. "It's time you become a man now, so stop crying and just take it."

Yanked off the floor, Odin laid Loki down on his back, his arms trapped beneath him. The fear and desperation was so strong within him. Loki couldn't help but whimper as he kicked out, trying to fight him off. He did whatever he could to stop Odin from assaulting him again, but there was only so much that he could do. Odin had the advantage, had the upper hand, and it wasn't long before his shoes were yanked off and his jeans were forced down and thrown to the floor, immediately forgotten as he pushed Loki's legs apart.

Like all the other times, there was no preparation. Odin stroked himself a few times, but what pre-cum he coated on himself did next to nothing to ease the pain as he forced himself inside of Loki. The pain was intense and excruciating and he screamed, tears sliding down his face. He begged for Odin to stop, but his words fell on deaf ears. There was no stopping that man now.

He could feel his own blood sliding down his thighs. He could feel whatever healing over the past few days become undone again. He was being ripped open once more and Loki feared that there would be no more healing after that. Too much had been done. Turning his head away, Loki cried, his entire body shaking due to both Odin's thrusts and the force of his pain and anguish.

But right before he could give up on all hope, his bedroom door was suddenly thrown open. "What the hell are you doing?" Thor shouted a look of utter horror on his face as he took in the sight before him, of Odin's cock buried deep inside of Loki.

Shock forced aside, Loki watched in amazement and disbelief as Thor lunged forward, grabbing Odin by the neck and ripping him away from Loki. Of course, in doing so had Odin forcefully removed from him, and the feel of his cock sliding painfully against his already incredibly tender ass had him screaming out in pain, his insides burning.

Blinking through the tears, Loki saw Odin running from the room, the sound of his footsteps thundering against the hardwood flooring as he retreated to God knows where. Thor looked as though he would trail after him, and did so until he got to the door, but he stopped, his gaze immediately turning back to Loki, surveying the damage that had been done. Loki was sure he looked a sight – chest heaving, tears streaming down his face, bruised, bleeding, and completely and utterly broken.

The mere thought had Loki crying for an entirely different reason, because now Thor saw him. He saw a pathetic brother who was too weak to get away. He saw a brother who turned to drugs to forget what had been happening to him, a brother who tried to pretend as though his own father raping him never happened. He was stupid and foolish and weak and pitiful.

Moving to the bed, Thor leaned down and pressed his lips to Loki's forehead, his own tears falling from his eyes. Taking a shaky breath, he took his mobile out, dialling the police. The call only lasted a minute, but in that time, Loki could feel the anxiety creeping in. Thor knew now and soon everyone else would, too. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think of anything else besides what would happen in the near future. Questions would be asked, questions that Loki would be obliged to answer. They would want to know what Odin had done to him, how many times, why he wasn't able to fight him off, why he wasn't able to say no. They would ask about the drugs, the alcohol, the smoking. They would make him confess to everything that had happened the last two weeks.

Loki didn't even realise he was hyperventilating until he heard Thor's voice trying to soothe him. His hands gently gripped Loki, pulling him as slowly as he could into a sitting position, not wanting to cause him any more pain than he was already in. But Loki was having none of that. He was already living in pain – any more wouldn't matter. His chest was heaving and he felt like he was suffocating. He felt trapped and Loki immediately started pulling at the belt that bound his wrists together, needing it to come off, needing air, needing space, needing it all to go away.

Thor got the hint and released him. He was shaking almost as much as Loki was, the shock and horror and disgust clear on his expression. "Loki …" He gasped out, looking as though he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around his brother and keep him safe from the world. And Loki let him.

Whatever walls Loki still had standing were immediately destroyed after Thor gasped out his name. He completely broke, throwing his arms around Thor, screaming and crying into his shoulder. And Thor cried with him. He pulled the sheet from Loki's bed and wrapped it around him, cradling him and rocking him, grieving and suffering with him. Thor didn't let him go until the police and the ambulance arrived, and as they loaded him onto the stretcher, Thor remained close, always in Loki's sight, promising safety.

Thor was the last thing he saw before he passed out.

Author's Note – I hope you all enjoyed. Please review and tell me what you think so far. One more chapter to go!