AN: Thank you for the follows and reviews! Unfortunately this story is eventually coming to a close, only a few more chapters left. But there is good news, I am actually working on a new non romance Loki story right now. If you would like to know about it please just PM me, I am planning on posting it this spring/summer and it's going to be my longest story yet!

Thanks for waiting for this next Kanashimi installment! ~Moonmilk

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Miku looked up at the swirling sky and then heard a new shriek, different from the rest. A call of war...like it came right out of a war themed movie. Her brown eyes came into focus, and she noticed that at least twelve to twenty men of all ages teen to adult had raised weapons, standing upon a worn out brown building next to the garden.

The bride and future queen seemed to notice as well, and clenched her almost husband's arm in fear. She then looked down and noticed the horror also taking place on the ground. The woman, who was bleeding through the lips was pronounced dead, she laid motionless, her dress gashed open revealing most of her chest, blood trailing down. Jane Foster's view began to blur as she looked to her right, the black red and gold armor was still on the ground, and King Odin's bloodied hair connected with the freshly green grass, it too was dripping with the King's own blood and flesh.

Frigga broke into sobs and a male servant carried her away as she clutched to his chest, holding back any more screams. Jane looked up at her fiancé, who suddenly let her go so incredibly rough that she was brought to the ground. Darcy helped her up and tugged her away from the strange men, their weapons still drawn.

Miku began to take several steps back in urgency to catch up with the bride and Darcy. Ian and Eric Selvig raced past her, their Asgardian attire brushing against her, not even caring. She saw Thor rush to his father, standing by his side and his hand brushing the side of his red cape. With his right hand, a hammer entered it, and it was raised at the attackers.

One was knocked down and the hammer came back in his hand. An extraordinary bolt of white lightning crashed into the group of traitors and they were easily taken out. Thor's breaths became ragged after he finished, he kneeled over his father and a cry escaped his throat.

Miku wanted to grab his future king and reassure him, possibly help carry the king to a resting place. He...he was dead, and the funeral preparations were probably well on their way. Her heart sank. Several soldiers passed her and ran to their fallen king, until one grabbed her shoulder harshly and pushed her back. That was a sign, a sign to run.

She broke into a sprint and eventually she found the huge crowd of guests. Out of all the chatter a sorrowful voice of the lover who lost the woman called out, then Darcy, who was trying to calm down Ian. And then Jane, who was pushing through the crowd of guests and brought Miku into a bone crushing hug. The soft sobs of Jane were against her bridesmaids dress, and Miku sobbed against the pure white of hers.

"Miku, Miku please, just...just go home, I'll talk to Heimdall and you can head home with Darcy...and...and Ian, and Eric,"

"No!" Miku didn't know where that came from. She was clenching Jane's tan arms and her brows furrowed. "N-no Jane! Not without you!" 'Not without Loki.' Miku Kyoko's lip quivered slightly as that thought popped up.

"This is my fault," For some strange reason, Miku could hear Jane's sobs over the rest. "This is on me, just please," she clenched her teeth and Miku grabbed her arms even tighter. "please leave." Miku looked above her as a bolt of lightning erupted once more. Without any more conversation, Jane Foster pushed her towards Ian and Darcy, then ran to Frigga for support.

Miku was always a helper, or at least she tried to be. There were too many times she was shooed away by someone even though she thought it was beneficial. And this time, it didn't look like her help with Queen Frigga was going to be beneficial. She was contemplating, but that was interrupted by Eric Selvig, who grabbed her hand as the four humans beat their feet down the golden halls.

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Thor, Jane, and the guards ordered the four to stay in their rooms for the rest of the night. It was very beneficial though, that the guards gave information on the attackers.

"A rebel group. We have no clue what they were possibly against but it has to do with the now late king for sure."

"Are you sure we don't have anything we can do to help?" Eric asked, almost whispery. The guard bellowed a soft no and bid them goodnight. "Shit." Selvig muttered as he sat slowly on a bed.

Ian trembled against the soft bedroom wall and rested a right palm against it. Red faced. Darcy was right next to him, sitting crossed legged and scratching her lip with a fine painted lavender nail, her makeup smeared.

It was also said by the guards that Thor was transferred to a nearby special room for grieving, as well as his mother, who requested it themselves. Jane was also missing from the group, no where to be found.

"We have to find her." Darcy said almost trembling. Eric Selvig responded swiftly.

"No."

"You don't understand she could be away from Thor. The guards said nothing about her, she clearly isn't grieving with him." Her dark hair covered most of her face. Darcy's light eyes now darkened with grief.

"Ian? Miku?" Selvig sighed and turned to the duo. Ian was still pushed up against the wall, looking down with trembling lips. Miku looked at him and instantly wondered what it was like for him, for Selvig, even Darcy and Jane. Normal people, now caught in a catastrophe, right before a wedding and after a holiday of thanks. It was scary, especially for the bride.

"W-what if...what if you know who had to do with this?" Ian finally spoke. "That Loki guy, I mean."

Miku tensed and shook her head. He couldn't have, he's helpless, locked up in the most private cell imaginable in Asgard. Well, not so private if Frigga can teleport herself and Miku into his room. "He didn't. I'm sure of it. He can't l-lead a group o-of people like that."

"This man tried to dictate our own home, what do you mean he didn't?" Eric argued quietly, looking up at Miku with furrowed eyebrows and squinted eyes. "He hated the king, he's dead because of him."

Miku was furious. But if she spoke a flurry of stutters and tears will follow. Instead she bit her lip until it almost drew blood. At least this time she won't regret speaking, because she kept it inside her for once.

Kyoko looked at Ian, then Selvig who was still looking at her, then let out a frantic and quick cry before sprinting towards the door. She grabbed he knob so quickly, lavender polish chipped off her nails. Selvig cried out her name and stood up as fast as he could, but it was too late.

Miku felt like she wanted to collapse, but her will continued to swirl in her, causing her to run faster.

No guards in sight, and Miku didn't even know where to go, her feet smashed for countless of minutes as she swerved through the golden halls. What was she doing? She was stupid, absolutely stupid, she couldn't even find the grieving room, let alone Jane or the Queen herself, she stopped to catch her breath and waited for the calls of Eric Selvig.

No echoes, no noises but her own rapid breathing. She was about to take another step and set forth to find her friend until she was swept away by a glowing green light. She tried her hardest not to scream. Miku was always known for making unnecessary loud noises.

Her eyes were now transfixed on moist aqua ones. The Queen of Asgard stood before her, hands trembling and being held towards her midsection. Her lips cracked and her mouth taking unbelievable breaths. "Miss...Kyoko." She muttered as she trailed towards her, taking the black haired mortal into a hug.

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Miku's brown eyes began to water too, and it slipped down her foundation painted cheek. This was a disaster, some crazy part of her brain always told her Odin was a terrible person. But in the end, he wasn't, he was angry, but he was a king, doing what's best for his country. And Frigga knew that Miku was devastated by the King's death.

"I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry." Miku couldn't think of any more words to utter. She could also notice a hint of red fabric and golden hair. Thor. They were right he was grieving with his mother, but where was Jane. "Jane." Miku muttered and lifted her head from Frigga's chest.

"She, is lost." Thor sniffed slightly, she could tell the thunderer was too bawling his eyes out from the loss. "Please, milady there is no need to apologize. We just need to understand what these savages want by killing my father."

Frigga's breathing stopped and grew slower. She pressed her peach lips in a thin line and sat Miku down on the bed. "Jane is safe, she is with a guard so Thor can grieve with, me, his family. I can transfer her eventually, but...miss Miku we must, I must, confess."

"Confess?"

"About Loki..."

Loki? Was the rumor true, did he lead the savage group? That would be impossible. But if it were true, she wasn't sure if she could face him again. Slowly a lump in her throat emerged, and worries filled her mind once more, much worse than college worries. She kissed this man, this killer. He was one, was...

But this new murder was a rumor, possibly a hoax she was hopping.

"H-he killed him. The m-man I love killed a monarch?!" Miku now exploded, she's had moments like these, but this breakdown felt entirely different. "Why didn't you tell me before, I...I love this man, and you know it too..Mr...Mr Thor." She was beginning to exasperate her words.

"Miku, Miku listen to me darling." Frigga cooed, pressing her forehead against the crying girl.

"I need to leave, please, just send me back I don't want to see him p-please I can't I've tried so hard to show him kindness and it won't work. It was a chaste kiss I know it! I kno-!"

"Milady! Milady...the group, indeed was for him." Frigga bellowed and sniffed. "But he doesn't know of it."

Miku slowed her breathing and Frigga rubbed her hands down her shoulders and onto her arms to calm the panic. "What?"

"There is a resistance. To free Loki."