Author's Note: Don't hate me for this chapter. I am just as eager for the children killing part to be over as you are.

By the way, I've been looking for this story. Not sure if I imagined it or not but it's about Loki being a frost giant and Laufey finding him an unworthy son/frost giant and his bros beig found as worthy mates and no one wanting to marry/mate with Loki. Then another frost giant sees him and wants to be with him.

Not sure if it's under Thor or Avengers (pretty sure Avengers since I hardly look up Thor stuff that much) but I'd be happy if someone (ANYONE) would pm me or comment what the title is and/or the author please. Dying to read it if it is real and not a figment of my overactive imagination. DYING TO READ!

Loki didn't move when the door to his room opened. He continued to stare at the stain of red on the floor. The Other smiled at this.

"Where did they come from?" Loki asked, still staring. "Who?" the Other asked. Loki tore hs gaze away from the floor, forcing himself to look directly into his eyes. "The children." he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The Other smiled, looking at the men behind him. "That is not important." he said. "Now are you ready?" he asked. "Or must I make you choose? Or must I choose for you again?" he said. Loki hid his face in his hands.

"I don't...want them to die. I don't kill children...I never have." he said. The Other sighed. "Come with me." he ordered. Loki shoo his head. "I can't...I don't want anymore of them to die. But I don't want to die myself..." he said. The Other stared down at him. "I said come." he growled. Loki resisted slightly when the Other ordered the men to grab him. Loki winced as he was roughly pulled to his feet. "Please don't..." he begged. The Other ignored him.

They made their way down to the dungeons. Thanos stood over i a corner, watching as they entered. When Loki saw the two children sitting on the floor tossing a ball around to each other, and the hundreds of others being kept in the cells, he lost it.

"No! Please don't!" he cried. "You are still allowed to choose. You or them." he said. Loki shook his head. "I can't." he said, on the verge of crying. The Other nodded. "Alright then. Bring them." he said to Thanos. The man nodded, pulling them toward them. "You can still choose." The Other offered. "There must be another way." the god sobbed.

"Do you know how many children it would take to power my weapon for one week?" he asked. Loki turned his head away. He didn't want to know. The Other smiled. "Two thousand, three-hundred and eighty-four." he answered. "And that's just counting the children that can use magic. But you," he knelt in front of the god.

"You could just end all of their suffering now and allow me to do what must be done. Your magic could power my machine for centuries. And there would still be some energy left over to repeat the process perhaps...ten times over." Loki's shoulders shook as he trembled, trying to move away.

"Please don't." he begged again. The Other just smiled, taking a knife from a table that had been moved into the room.

Odin was surprised when he was told that Njord wanted to see him. When he asked if he could wait until the next day, the answer was negative. When the Vanir entered the throne room, he did not look happy. Odin hadn't seen the god in a while and saw no reason as to why he was here now.

"To what do I owe the pleasure King Njord?" he asked. "My visit is not meant to cause pleasure Odin. I am here to discuss a serious matter with you. And I would ask that it be discussed in private." he said. Odin nodded. Please leave us." he ordered the men and women sitting in the room. After they were alone, Odin motioned for Njord to speak.

"Our children are disappearing." he said. The Allfather leaned forward at this. "What are you saying? Do you think we took them?" he asked. Njord shook his head. "I am not accusing anyone of anything. All I know is that the children of the Vanir are disappearing by the hundreds each day." he said, starting to pace back and forth.

"I am sorry to hear that King Njord, but I have my own problems at te moment. Perhaps you have not heard but the threat of Thanos and his allies are still upon us." Odin said. "I did not expect you to discard your own problems, bu I just wanted to inform you of what is going on in Vanaheim. And if you should come across anything that may help us, I would be...happy if you would tell me about it." he bowed his head slightly and turned, going the way he came.

Odin looked over at the guards at the door. "Bring me Heimdal." he ordered. "One of them nodded and went off, returning with the Watcher. "You summoned me?" he said. Odin nodded. "Njord just left here, telling me of children that have vanished from his realm. I want you to watch Vanaheim. Try to see where the children are being taken." he said. Heimdal nodded, going back to his post.

Loki sobbed as the little girl was positioned on the table, her hands and feet strapped down. "You can still choose Loki." Thanos said. He backed away when the Other hissed at him.

"Come on Trickster. Make this easier on yourself. The procedure may not even kill you." the Other said. Then he smiled. "But then again, it might." he said. Loki pulled at the ropes binding his hands to the bars of a cell. "Please. Let her go. Let them all go." the god begged. The Other just smiled, shaking his head.

"You know, I've decided to use four today." he smiled at Loki's reaction. "Ye. I think tha is best. Every day that passes, I will add on two mor children. I must find a way to get rid of the rest don't I?" he asked. "You have your choices. I will stop chosing for you once you choose or yourself."

The girl screamed as the the knife touched her skin, going through bone. The finger fell to the ground with a sickening thud. "Look at the pain you cause her." the Other ordered. The god tried to turn away, but Thanos directed his head back to the scene of torture.

"Just think, Trickster. Tomorrow, your resistance shall cost eight children their lives." he said, taking another finger.

After it was over, he slit her throat, just like the first two children. Then he moved on to the next three, repeating the same process he had done with the girl.

By the time he was done, there was a steadily growing snake of blood making its way to Loki. He no longer noticed the cuts, burns and bruises on his skin. His own pain no longer mattered. He could still hear their screams echoing in his mind as the Other leaned down in front of him.

"You're only making it harder on yourself. Just give in. It is so much easier that way. For both of us." Loki raised his eyes to the other man's face, his gaze unsteady.

"I still need the antidote." he croaked out, his voice hoarse from screaming.. The Other frowned. "For that mortal? I do not understand your interest in him. He is nothing to me. I am a higher being than he. His kind should worship me." he snarled. Loki smiled weakly. "You are wrong. He is stronger than you think. And smarter too. Without him, he and his teammates would have lost their battle against the Chitauri and myself. He is like none other."

The Other looked down at him thoughtfully. "If I were to allow this mortal to have the antidote, what would you be willing to give me?" he asked expectantly. Loki smiled sadly. "What you want." he said.

Jane stared at Darcy. "What are you doing?" she asked. The dark haired woman looked up at her and smiled innocently. "Remember when I said I studying the scepter would be beneficial? Well I was right. Ha! In your face you buzz kill." she said triumphantly. Jane came over to her and looked at her work.

"See. The staff is just like the tessaract. Only smaller. It's like a little mini baby tessaract." Jane nodded. "Good work. But are we any closer to making that weapon?" she asked. "Well I was thinking that we could just make a huge one of these, slap a ribbon on it and give it to Gods Among Us. But then it might not be as effective." she said. Jane sighed.

"Let's just keep working." the astrophysicist said. Darcy saluted her. "Yes, sir...I mean ma'am."