It was a day of sorrow and guilt for Thor. Though everyday had felt like that since Loki fell off the Bifrost bridge. ~No. He let go. Why did he let go? Why did he do everything he did?~ Two months had passed since then with no sign of his brother anywhere. Heimdall turned his all-seeing eyes to every corner of the cosmos that his gaze could reach. Frigga had used every technique she knew to look for a lost soul. No answer turned up. It had been decided that Loki's memory would be put to rest.

Thor was distraught. Frigga was inconsolable. While Odin seemed indifferent. Thor found it odd that his father didn't show any emotion to losing Loki, he figured that was where his brother had picked it up. Loki had been through much which had made the younger prince close himself off to others.

Thor had spent the days thinking about what had happened with his brother. The betrayal of his soulmate for one. He could not even begin to understand the heartache and pain that had brought Loki. He knew that many in Asgard had mocked the raven-haired man about it. Most did it behind his back, few were brave enough to say anything to the trickster's face. Thor felt guilty that he never put a stop to it. Especially when a few of his friends had started making comments, he still had not done anything to end it. He had done nothing to comfort his brother. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he had never really been there for Loki. It was no wonder Loki turned out the way he did. He had failed his little brother.

He had learned of Loki's true origins. How he was a Frost giant. Yet it didn't change his thoughts or feelings about his brother. They were family even if not by blood. Loki had always been there for him. It was painful to be back home now, seeing all the places he and his brother had played, fought, and caused trouble in. Asgard would never feel the same without Loki. But with the Bifrost destroyed, Thor couldn't even return to Midgard to escape his memories.

Frigga couldn't believe she had lost her youngest son. What hurt her the most was that her son wasn't gone because he died fighting. There would be no Valhalla for him. There wasn't even a body for a funeral pyre. All she had left were her memories of her clever little Loki. Her mischievous boy. The intelligent and gifted young man he became. She remembered when she first saw Loki.

*Odin had returned from the war. He was missing an eye and covered in blood from fighting the Frost Giants. He limped his way into their bedchambers, exhaustion showing in each step he took. "Frigga, my love. I require your assistance." Frigga had gone to her husband's side and was about to begin removing his heavy armor when he pulled a bundle from under his cloak. The bundle started to wriggle and cry. She gasped and carefully moved the cloth until she saw a beautiful baby boy. Pale skin and the littlest bit of dark fuzz on the top of his head. "I found him in Jotunheim. Abandoned at the temple. I couldn't leave the babe"

She cradled the little one in her arms. Emerald eyes gazed curiously into hers. "Temple? In Jotunheim? He's a Frost giant?" Odin smiled as he watched his wife holding the child. "Laufey's son." Frigga turned wide eyes towards her husband's face. "Laufey!? The poor dear. He is so small." Odin looked at the boy. "Yes. That is why I believe he was left there. As an offering." Frigga conjured a crib and laid the baby down. "Odin we have to do something. He needs someone to take care of him." Odin had removed his armor and now stood in a tunic and trousers. "Yes. I thought perhaps, we could raise him as our own. We have talked about having another child and Thor would have a brother to play with."

Frigga watched as the little boy cuddled up in the crib and began to sleep, a small smile on her face as she gently caressed the baby's cheek. "Oh dear. How would we explain the appearance of a sudden child?" Odin had striped off the rest of his clothes as he entered the washroom and scrubbed the blood, dirt, and grime from his body. The king then joined his wife by the bed wearing only a nightshirt. "You are a powerful sorceress. We will tell everyone that you used magic to hide the pregnancy as we were unsure if the child would make it. We will say that the baby came early due to you being stressed by the war. That will explain the babe's small size." Frigga sat on Odin's lap on the bed, still observing the baby. "Very well." The babe had grabbed the All-Mother's index finger in one tiny hand. Frigga's smile grew as she rubbed her thumb across the little fist. "He will need a name, my queen." Frigga turned to look at her husband. "Let's call him Loki." "Loki Odinson. It's a lovely name, darling." Odin pulled his wife into a kiss.*

Now that child was no more. She blamed herself. She should have been there for Loki. The healers could have tended to Odin. She could have comforted Loki. She knew he had been stunned by his brother's banishment. She would have helped ease Loki into being king. He had never wanted the Throne. She had forced it upon him. It was her fault that this had happened. She had failed Loki.

Odin was enraged. He had physically demolished everything in his study only to restore it with his magic and repeat the process again. ~Faen i helvete! A millennium of planning ruined! All because that Jotun runt decides to throw himself into the void! The only good thing that brat ever did was get rid of Laufey.~ He furiously paced the room like a madman. He stopped in front of a large table to stare at the papers upon its surface. An evil smirk covered his face. "I will claim Jötunheim as mine." He had failed to use Loki, but that would not stop him.

***author's note***

Faen i helvete- Fucking hell