// misgendering, described blood.

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In the stone walls of the dungeon, with hundreds of white cells, was a mess.

A noirette was laying head-down on the ground. Enough blood was around Loki to suggest a murder. She was still breathing, very shallowly, however. To most, it was still visible.

Most exclude the people who don't pay attention.

In this situation, that would be the blond rushing down the stairs with anger in each step.

A powerful aura surrounded his wake and followed him as he walked, seemingly pushing the guards to the side and making the prisoners tremble behind the citrus-coloured gate.

"Loki,"

He reached where he wanted to be.

"Get up. We need to talk,"

The slow breathes of the god on the floor suggested she was sleeping.

Quite well, might I add.

Suddenly, Thor slammed his hand into the transparent wall of magic, creating a loud thump.

"Wake up!" His accent was thicker as he yelled in rage.

A slight stir came from them, but otherwise, they were still on the floor asleep.

Without any further inspection, Thor thought her dead.

"Loki?... Come on, brother, wake up...!"

The worry was fluid in his boisterous voice.

Silence filled the dungeon, and Thor began to panic. Quiet spaces had always freaked him out.

Before getting a guard, Thor slammed his fist into a small panel to the side of the cell. Slowly, the walls dissipated and fell.

Thor rushed in to 'save' his brother.

The splattered blood on the white floor made a squelch as the blond's boots trampled their way towards the god.

Loki was alive but very unconscious.

Even as Thor twisted their body, they didn't stir.

Thor was aware enough to be careful, but every brotherly instinct had kicked in. He was ready to smash the skull of whoever hurt his sibling.

"Oh, dear..." his eyes wandered across the mess of black hair covering her face.

With careful hands, Thor turned Loki onto their back to see the damage.

Slowly and carefully, the mop of hair got moved from Loki's face, and he was observing the damage; her lip got busted in multiple spots, a few cuts were on his cheeks, and most importantly were the bruises strewn across their skin.

Her eye was black and blue. A red mark was on their jawline from a slap instead of a punch. Boiling rage began settling in Thor's chest, attacking his lungs first.

She hissed as her consciousness fled and came back, being with it the sharp pain.

"Loki? Brother, are you awake...?" He was cautious.

Despite his regularly boisterous behaviour, he had made a note to keep down the volume for Loki.

"...'m not your brother..."

A look of confusion and hurt flashed over Thor's face. Of course, he was Thor's brother! Did he mean biologically?

"I-... I don't understand what you mean, Loki."

"I mean, " she shifted to sit up, slowly moving to avoid dizziness.

"I'm your sister." Their green eyes pierced Thor's with a calmness that didn't reflect the aches she was masking.

"How might you be a sister? You were born as a boy, were you not?" Thor's being polite, but the confusion came off harsh.

Loki sighed and hung her head before sitting up straight, facing him head-on.

"I'm genderfluid, Thor." She carried no emotion in her face, nor their voice.

A subtle head tilt urged them to continue.

Another sigh escaped her lips, "That means, one day I'm a boy, the other I'm a girl, and some days I'm neither and some I'm both. Is there a problem?"

Their hooded emerald eyes bore into Thor's shockingly blue ones.

"Ah, so what do I call you? Do you still want to be addressed by masculine terms, Loki?" his question surprised the other god; nobody had ever taken the chance to make her comfortable with specific terms other than Frigga.

Not even their father.

Tears filled their eye, and she looked down, "I would prefer lady terms. I am still Loki fret not."

Thor nodded, processing everything fully.

"Well, sister, how are you feeling?"

Their lips tugged upwards in a small and subtle smile.

"Quite frankly, I feel like shit."

Her brother let out a small chuckle, "This headache won't leave my brain alone either,"

"I think now would be the time to take you to our healers, Loki." Thor slowly pushed himself off the floor and offered a hand to his sister.

"Thank you, Thor."

"Would it hurt you to say brother every now and then?"

She laughed lightly, "Maybe, I haven't tried."

"What if I were to melt as soon as the word left my mouth!" they feigned mock horror, face flashing with sorrow.

"Of course, sister! Perhaps a bilgesnipe would come from the floor and gobble you up!" He attacked their sides with wiggling fingers, and with surprise to him, they began laughing.

It was nice to hear Loki's genuine laugh after so long.

"Haha... stop stop...!" They exclaimed breathlessly, writhing in his grasp with mischief in mind.

He pulled his hands back and gave a slight grin to the noirette.

She returned it and winced as her face pulled at cuts and bruises across her jaws.

"Oh right! We should probably get you healed now," Thor muttered slightly in embarrassment if forgetting.

He began walking out of the trashed cell, but before he entirely left he heard a quiet, "Th-Brother...?" come from Loki.

The god turned around with a smile and had a second of realization.

"Oh, my apologies, Loki, let's get you to the healers!" He walked back over and put his arms under her legs and neck to carry her comfortably to the healing room.

"Thank you, Thor."

He nodded in appreciation and began a quick-paced walk towards the healer's room.

As they arrived at the gold-emblazoned doorway, they saw a certain elder in the corner, to which Loki shrunk in on themself.

It was Odin.

She turned her head to Thor's chest and closed her eyes, wanting to be as far away from here as possible.

"Hello, my sons,"

Loki grimaced but just curled and dug their face into Thor's chest more.

"Actually, father. I would like to speak to you about something," Thor worded carefully, sparing a glance at the god in his arms.

"What would you like to speak about?"

She opened one eye and mouthed yes to Thor's awaiting face.

"Well, you see. Loki isn't your son."

"Of course I know that, I'm the one who took him!" He laughed full-heartedly.

"No, father. She's your daughter, for now at least."

The laughter from moments before fell from his face, "Are you trying to tell me my son isn't a man. Not the god he is?"

Loki got a shiver at the purposeful misgendering and blatant ignorance.

"Yes. Loki is the goddess of mischief and lies. Still Loki, still her. Different being. Now a woman. Maybe even later, she will be a man again or neither at all!"

"That's not the point, father; she is still our family. No matter which gender she is at that time."

Odin scowled, "The only things that may change genders are monsters, and my son is not a monster."

After all of that, Loki was tired of it. She tapped Thor's shoulder, and he let her down slowly. He prepared to have his ears filled with inappropriate insults.

"Do you know how long I've been like this? How long I've known that I'm genderfluid? Huh?" She stared into his eye. Loki was very intimidating despite her visibly injured body.

"Well, I could only guess-"

"635 years."

Silence filled Odin's voice, echoing his thoughts.

"Mother knew. She was the only one who knew! Bless her heart." She yelled, limping to get closer with each word.

The noiret's facade crumbled, and their lip began to quiver uncontrollably, "You never cared! No matter what I did! I tried so many times, I've almost told you before! Of course, you cut me off then."

Her eyes burned into what got left of Odin's golden iris.

"I am your daughter. Whether you like it or not."

Loki spun on her good heel and limped back towards Thor, "Not here."

However, before they left, Loki passed out, falling into their brother's body, barely being caught.

"Goodbye," Thor muttered, barely turning to face Odin.

The allfather was stuck staring at the entrance, which was now devoid of the two siblings. He, sadly, felt there was no reason for Loki to get mad like that; of course, he is wrong.

Thor's brain rambled, trying his hardest to find where to go next; Niflheim? Alfheim?

"Midgard!" He lit up as the thought popped into his head. Slowly though, his excitement diminished, and he looked slightly more uncomfortable than every day.

"Loki, would Midgard be okay for you?"

She stirred a little and mumbled, but he could tell the answer was a 'sure'.

"Okay then, Heimdall. Get ready..."

He adjusted the goddess in his arms and spun his hammer before letting it pull him off his feet and along the Bifrost.

As they got closer, he let the power drain from his hands and slowly skidded to a stop just before Heimdall's gate.

"Hello, Thor. I see you've brought Loki. Is she well?" a smirk was plastered on the all-seeing man's face. Nothing would get past his expanse of knowledge.

For a second, Thor was confused but quickly replaced his thoughts, "Heimdall, we need to go to Midgard!"

He closed his golden eyes and sighed slowly, "For how long?"

Even more, confusion filled Thor's head, "I do not know, from a few weeks to a year, perhaps."

Heimdall nodded, turned around, grabbed the sword and twisted it in the gate's key. "Go on then," A small smile was carved into his features, "I'll make an excuse for Odin." He winked.

"Thank you, my friend," Thor said as he jumped through the newly opened portal.

Heimdall smiled as the siblings left.

When he saw the last of their bodies go through, he turned the sword back and pulled it out, 

"Now time to deal with an angry godfather."

They all sat around a small stack of cards on the table.

A few smushed together on the couch. More were on the floor, sitting like children. All of them waiting for whatever was to happen.

Tony slammed down his second to the last card and said, "Uno!"

The person to go next was Natasha; she had four cards left.

"Draw four Stevey," she slowly slid a +4 card on the deck.

He grimaced but then lit up, "Haha! Draw six Clint," the super-soldier put down a +2 over her card.

Barton only laughed, then put down another +4 card, "Draw ten, Bucks."

Barnes sighed and slowly began to pull cards from the face-down stack, "I hate this game..."

Suddenly, a beam of light crashed through the ceiling and into the space behind them.

Everybody jumped up, readying themselves for whatever was going to come out of it. Was it another alien attack?

Rogers slowly manoeuvred his way to stand in front of Bucky.

The light dimmed down, and the 'laser' zipped back up into the sky. Out of it fell a tired Thor and a seriously damaged body.

"I'll be damned," Tony remarked, lowering his pulsars, "if it isn't pointbreak, back from the dead."

Thor only sighed, then the mood changed like the strike of lightning as the body rolled over.

"Loki?!"

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Hope you enjoyed the start of my rewrite! It will get a lot better I promise, and I will see you all next time for the next chapter! <3