EXTRA II

"Explain this to me," Loki demanded, staring down at Thor, who was carelessly polishing his hammer while sitting cross-legged on the floor.

"I have nothing to explain, brother," Thor replied. Loki growled, anger boiling in his throat.

"You have absolutely nothing to explain as to why Lady Sif's bra and underwear is in my room? Our room? It was hidden under the covers, Thor!" Loki threw the objects of matter onto ground in front of Thor, then sucked in a deep breath. "Alright then. I'll explain it for you. You brought Lady Sif into the room after you dumped me at the party last night. You f*cked her the whole night, which is why I couldn't get into the room when I finally escaped the damn place. Is that right?"

"Like I said, brother, I have nothing to explain," Thor repeated.

"Brother! Brother!" Loki paced around. He had never felt so betrayed, so angry in his life. "You haven't called me 'brother' for years now, Thor. Is this what you're trying to hint at? For us to break apart? Alright then, brother. Have it your way."

With that, Loki stalked out of the room, laughing incredulously with tears in his eyes.

If he happened to lift his head he would see the guilt and hurt hidden in Thor's eyes. But he didn't. His mind could only race faster and faster—Was this what Thor felt like when Loki betrayed him? No. What does it matter now?

Dinner was the worst thing both Loki and Thor had been through. They absolutely hated it. Well, at least Loki did.

"Did the two of you fight again? Loki, what did you do?" Frigga asked.

Loki rolled his eyes and shoved his plate away from him.

"I'm done, Mother. I will be in my room." Loki walked away without answering the question. His stomach churned with both hatred, sorrow, and anger. He couldn't stand sitting on the opposite side of the table from the man that had betrayed him like that. Although he knew he betrayed Thor all those times, he never once tried to play with Thor's feelings—and yet Thor had done it to him. And Mother and Father still thought Loki was the bad child. Thought everything was his fault. Thought that Thor had nothing to do with it.

Loki slammed his fist into the wall next to him, breaking a very expensive Asgardian vase. Servants jumped back in surprise then hurried to clean up the mess.

Loki stormed into his room, the old, other room, slamming the door behind him.

He flopped down on his bed, still frowning, utterly displeased with what had just happened. The green and black swirls mixed with gold pulled him back into that cold and selfish Loki, the Prince of Jotunheim, the Frost Giant embedded within a costume of an Asgardian.

"Stupid…idiot…bastard!"

With each word Loki hurled a silver knife onto the ceiling.

Loki felt something tremble under his covers. He reached into them, pulling out a black spider.

Normally Loki would've dropped it, impaled it, stepped on it, screamed, shouted, called for Thor, hid under his blankets, and do a lot of other things, but as he lay there, holding the creature, he could only think, "I hope this is poisonous."

He dropped the arachnid on his face.

A set of fangs pierced Loki's delicate skin, and Loki felt the poison rush through his veins.

The last thought that went through his head was, "Good."

"Who are you?" Loki demanded, sitting up. The man in front of him had blue eyes, tanned skin, gold locks that might've looked good if he bothered to comb them, an unshaven beard, and a…hammer?

"Loki!" a woman's voice came from his left. Loki turned just in time to see a woman fling herself onto him, red locks and huge bosom smothering him.

"Who are you?" he demanded again.

"He's Thor, your brother, she's Frigga, your mother, and I am Odin, your father. You are Loki, my son, the Second Prince of Asgard. You were bitten by a spider, and if Thor had not followed you into your room you may not have woken up from your slumber," a man with a long white beard and an eyepatch introduced.

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because you know us," Frigga said. Loki looked at the woman as if she was crazy.

"And I would know that because…?"

"Mother, it seems to me that Loki has unfortunately lost his memory. I don't think he would really know any of us now," the first man said. Thor, the older man had said.

"Alright. I'll just say that you are telling me the truth. But I don't really, well…I don't really feel like I like you, man in white beard." Loki glared at the man who called himself Odin. Then his eyes flicked to Frigga, and then softened. "But I know you. Or at least, maybe my past self did. And you…"

Thor gulped, waiting as Loki made his comment about him.

"I loved you, didn't I?"

Yo guys! Hey, I'm so sorry about posting another Extra and not the actual plotline...I've been really busy lately. I know that this chapter totally sucked, but I tried. I hope you guys continue to fav, follow, or review! It means a lot to me!

PuppetPainter