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Loki had walked into the tower and almost chuckled to himself “Please tell me, you’re going to appeal to my humanity” Thor kept trying too and it was quite funny actually. What nobody, not even Thor realized that Loki wasn’t really himself. His usual emerald green eyes were blue, maybe not as blue as the mortals were when they were under the scepter’s control but they were blue nonetheless.

Everyone believed him to be an alpha by the way he held himself and acted but he was actually an omega, he kept it hidden because he didn’t want to be treated like a prize to some bigoted alpha. Frigga had helped him hide it from everyone, spells and creams were what hidden his true nature. Unfortunately for him, the chitauri and Thanos had found out, thinking him to be weak when he proved other and he was so grateful that they didn’t force themselves on him. His heat had unfortunately started at the worse time, the moment that he got to the toward and his breeches were soaked with slick.

“Sit,” Steve instructed with a gentle tone. They’de been in the air for a good fifteen minutes before he locked in an autopilot sequence. He and Buck had left Siberia behind them. Along with Steve’s shield, Bucky’s arm, and Tony.

Trapped in an old sweater that had started to stink perhaps. Smell like sweat. He couldn’t sleep, but couldn’t keep on going. Thor was broken, not his bones, but his soul, emotionally. Today, he had tried to go outside, for a walk, but even the rain he used to enjoy just reminded him of what... of who he had lost.

He had lost everything he once had. His parents, his home. One after the other. But, most of all, above all, he had lost Loki. Thanos had killed Loki, killed him right in front of him. And he had been completely powerless. He had seen him die once again, definitively this time. It had been the fatal blow inflicted on him. The one that had him defeated right now.

He had had one opportunity to avenge Loki, to kill Thanos, here, in Wa’kanda, and he had been so dumb. Thanos had survived his attack... He should have gone for the head. Indeed. The square bearded jaws clenched tightly, until the blood ran out of them and their joints whitened, until it hurt. Thor fought this sadness that rushed him once again, like the worst enemy ever. Like every day before, he tried to repel it, as if it was some bad curse, but it struck him again, crashing through all his defenses. Heavily breathing, furor mixing with despair provoking a wave of adrenaline to rush through his entire body that tensed, he threw his head back against the wall behind him, hard enough to harm himself, involuntarily. He didn’t feel anyway, didn’t feel anything now. He just missed Loki too much.

It’s already dark but Tony can spot it just on the horizon. The beautiful galeon sailing across the peaceful ocean.

“Boys---” He announces loudly to get the attention of his crew. “Think we’re gonna get lucky today.” He says, pointing in the direction of their victim. He smirks proudly hearing his crew’s cheer, and just like that, everyone’s busy preparing the ship.

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His neck had snapped. He had heard it, felt it. Struggled to breath as Thanos drew every last gulp of air out of his chest. Slow and painfully. He felt himself fall. Landing on the hard surface of the imploding ship, the ragged breathing of his brother as things grew darker and darker. Senses becoming numb, but he would never forget the feeling of Thor reaching for him, holding him tightly before everything was gone.

Cold. For once he felt the cold. Surrounding him, unaware of how his body was changing. Floating along with the debris and the bodies of their slain people.

The tips of his fingers turning blue, but not from the cold. A velvet sapphire that soon spread up his arms under his armour. The royal markings he had only looked at handful of times etching their way into his skin. Cocooning Loki and almost glowing a deeper shade of blue.

Loki was not Asgardian, he had told Thanos that much but what he thought was a fluke of magic before that had saved him on Svartalfheim was instead his Jotun heritage.

The resilience knitted into a Frost Giants bones; bone that were reinforced with naturally regenerating carbon fibres, preserved them in the thick of battle and made them hard to kill.

Coupled with the few remaining sparks of life that remained in his nervous system the regeneration began to take hold and repair the damage.

Soon a finger began to twitch, his head pulling back and slowly but surely his eyes opened. Once green hues now scarlet as they gazed upon a nearing ship. Reaching for it before he lost consciousness once more.

His ivory skin had returned to him, a simple glamour once he felt his magic strengthen within him but along his skin his royal markings still remained; etched in a deep blue. It kept his link to his Jotun form -- his true form -- strong and there for kept him upright. Without the ancient magic of his Jotnar heritage as a constant in his veins he would be paralyzed; useless to anyone and weak. Loki could never be weak. How else could he survive on his own?

It had been over a year since he had ‘died’, since Thanos and the Snap. After being found by a faction of ravagers and given time to heal he sought out a myth. Something to aid in the fight against the titan. He may have wiped out half the universe but those left behind were anything but grateful and the war was far from over.

Piloting his way to Midgard, he teleported down to the surface of the planet. It took him several days to discover the Avengers compound. No one paying much heed to his appearance, there had been so much displacement in the wake of Thanos. 

Sneaking into the compound his heart began to race. Maybe Thor wouldn’t want to see him. Surely he would be angry, thinking he attempted to trick him once more. Maybe Thor would be far to disgusted by him to even consider listening to him. Maybe he was unwelcome.

Yet he had to try. His telepathic messages probably weren’t received. He had never been able to make a decent connection to alert his brother about his status.

Finding the main building he kept to the shadows, nearly running into an agent at one point, peaking in all the rooms till he found who he was looking for.

You’re welcome. My best friend told the guy teaching me work a pottery wheel that I liked him in the second day I knew him and the first she’d met him.