His heart, his sorrow

Frigga smiled. For the first time in what felt like forever. Thor played along, who have a small chuckle. He knew what Frigga meant. It sounded like his own brother was cured, that he can possibly feel again. And it was all because of her.

Miku Kyoko.

Miku regained her strength and Frigga set her on a chair, rubbing her shoulders and touching her cheeks, her forehead. "You shall, you shall go back."

"But, but King Odin,"

"My husband," Her rose lips let out a troubled sigh. "doesn't understand. He can't see. I wish to talk to him once more, to possibly change his mind. I don't think he knows what's really going on with him."

"That is true." Thor added softly. "Father has almost... lost his mind."

"But," Frigga protested and kissed her forehead. "That won't ruin this. My darling I believe you are the cure." She shook her slightly and smirked. "The cure to my son."

"Not, that blasted machine that-"

Frigga turned her head to her son and shook it, and continued to rub her soft slender and wrinkled hands on Miku.

"Just relax, once more."

"O-of course."

...

The light began once more, and darkness shrouded her again. This was it, she was back. Miku exhaled unstably and peeked through the slit of white. He was still in his same position, but motionless. Legs outstretched, head down, Miku had to squint to see his red rimmed eyes, past his curly black locks.

It truly broke Miku's heart. And it broke her even more that he had the courage to tell his fate, his death. Odin, that he loves her. He couldn't keep it in, and Miku couldn't either.

It was concluded inside her that she loved him too.

Her fingers slowly eased the wooden door open, not even making a sound. She got an even better view now, his lips, still chapped, his feet, crusted with blood. He was completely still, besides the slow rising of his chest, it stuttered every few seconds.

Miku stepped out and her foot tapped against the floor, which made Loki swish his head, his hair pulled back now, revealing his grieving frame. Miku relaxed her posture and let out a small sigh. Her brown eyes began to burn, and her lip quivered. She couldn't just stand there like an idiot.

She rushed to his side, and gripped his shoulders gently. Loki's vert eyes stared at her in awe as his dark brows arched.

Miku couldn't help but let out a sob as she bit her lip to cease. "Was that true? All of it?"

Loki looked at the floor and his breathing grew rapid once more. He too, began to shake, his cheek muscles quivered as well as his lips. He couldn't help but mutter "I-I, ah-,"

Miku drew in a ragged breath. "You-y-you..." She couldn't look at him any longer, she let go of his shoulders and turned away from him, gripping her forehead and choking.

"Why are you he-here?"

"Please," Miku breathed and clenched her fists. "Please just tell me what you think, because I saw it. I saw King Odin and I've rebelled against the King, and so has your mom, and your brother."

"But, why come here, now, why ever?"

"We want you free, you don't deserve this, Thor, Queen Frigga, everyone wants you back. This has gotten to an ... an unbelievable extent. Loki, you understand?"

"Why are you here?!" That was the only question he could let out of his system. Miku had to act, fast.

"Because I love you!" She blurted and turned around, tears cascading and splashing to the floor. "And I know you do too. I heard it. I heard it all."

Loki paused and looked above, he slowly began to shake his head and press a distraught hand to his forehead. "You jest."

Jest? What? Why could he possibly believe that. Miku has been visiting him since her stay, and talked to him, understood him. Why would she jest or lie, she came here to tease him? He even believed Thor did when visiting him in his cell. And he thinks the same of her?

"You jest...you jest." He sobbed and clawed at his eyes, muttering and sneering. He continued to repeat those words and Miku as she bent down once more and placed her hands on his shoulders once more. One slowly moved to his chest and heart, and he wouldn't stop.

Miku removed her left arm off his shoulder and carefully turned his cheek to her. Brows still arched and eyes still red. Her hand slowly moved down to his chin and rubbed her thumb across his lip. He was now completely still, hands at his sides.

She lifted her chin and kissed those chapped lips, carefully, not knowing what he could do. He could lash, scream, hurt her or hurt himself. Why did Miku do this why-

He was still, everything except his eyelids fluttering from surprise. He was kissing back.

After a while Miku let go to catch her breath, instantly she wrapped her arms around him, coffee eyes wide, spilling tears against his dingy ripped green garments. She didn't mind the smell, she didn't mind the whimpers or the crusted blood now on her shirt.

She didn't mind him at all.

...

The rest of Miku's day was a blur after she left Loki that day. They talked for a few more hours. She rubbed his broken hands and pale arms. She kissed each finger of his and talked to him more about Midgard.

She took in his room. Broken glass, blood on his bed sheets, she also captured the painting. Miku Kyoko instantly left Loki's side, then returned with her attempted masterpiece, of...

"What does that mean? You were going to explain to me but I was quite confused." He finished slowly.

"Oh," Miku breathed and glared at her painting. "Nothing."

"I am nothing?"

She swished her head, her black locks colliding with her frame. "No, no you are... I felt bad for you, you know. That is why I visited you, you are...sorrow. At least for now." She blinked back more tears. Why did she bring this up? She couldn't cry anymore, not for him, not for herself.

"Sorrow." Loki repeated. "It means that, in your culture, er...language?"

Miku nodded slowly and set the picture down, feeling slightly overwhelmed that crusted blood was splattered on the canvas. "I studied you and I lashed out with my...art. I am sorry, b-but I am sure I can get you out of this, like I said. With your brother, and your mother by our sides." She could've sworn Loki flinched at the word 'brother'.

He stood up and slowly shuffled to her, then bent down again and brought his lips to hers, cradling her back. "You bring the sorrow out of me." He whispered.

...

The wedding was scheduled to happen tomorrow, that's at least what Miku heard when she returned to see an excited Frigga and pleased Thor. They sent her back to her room, she missed supper so they sent her food as well.

Jane was up late that night, doing whatever a bride needs to do for an Asgardian wedding, Miku didn't know. So, it's was just Darcy and her.

Darcy settled down for a movie with Miku, but honestly she couldn't even focus on the plot. It was all on Loki. How would he sleep tonight, does he even sleep? She won't be able to visit him tomorrow because of the plans, he won't even be able to see his brother be wed.

She shivered at the potential outcome. Truly aggravating and sorrowful. And what would her parents think of this? Her time was almost up, and she would have to go back to her studies, and possibly have to come up with ways to visit Loki in secret, with help from the Queen.

Miku felt like her mind was traveling in a blur. It was almost forbidden, no, it was. She had to do everything in her power to keep him, and he had to use his power as well, even if that meant rebelling against a whole kingdom. She had no idea how to do this. But it had to work.

It just had to.

It will save a life. His. And his sorrow.