There was a concept in many of the Midgardian cultures called Hell. Mephisto's nether realm was worse. Nothing could have prepared Sigyn for that vast wasteland of destruction. But she could not falter at the dreadful sights before. She had to persevere.

"Which way?" She demanded of the chained beast. "Where do we find your master?"

Sharp teeth glistened at her in a grin. "You don't. My Master finds you."

Sigyn met Björn's gaze. He already had his sword in hand and was mindful of his surroundings, a warrior through and through. Despite their strained relationship, Sigyn was glad to have him here. She just hoped she hadn't brought him to his death.

"Up ahead," said Sif suddenly.

Amidst the brimstone and ashes, amidst the flames and rivers of blood and tears, beneath the crimson sky, a figure approached from the smoke. He was tall, seemingly taller than even Loki and Thor. His body was lean and graceful, with a well-defined, chiselled torso. His fiery red skin reminded Sigyn of the reddest rose she had ever laid eyes on. Her breath caught when she saw how handsome his face was, with those sharp features, high cheekbones, and a pointed chin. And those eyes... They were the sunlit eyes from her vision.

"Well, well, who do we have here?" greeted the demon. "Travellers, returning a lost pet?"

Sigyn found herself tongue-tied. Sif and Björn were much the same as both stared at the imposing figure before them. The yellow eyes rested on Sigyn. The seductive voice reached her ears again, making her shiver. "It is an honour and pleasure to meet you at last, Lady Sigyn. I've heard many tales of you. The last fire mage..."

A clawed hand extended to her. Sigyn felt moved to take it. She stepped up, reached out and... the sudden kick in her belly made her halt and wince. Broken from her trance, Sigyn blinked and recoiled.

"I did not come here for your flattery, Lord Mephisto," she spoke in a stern yet not overly confident voice. "I believe you have something of mine."

Mephisto's eyes narrowed into slits. His malicious smirk made the hairs on Sigyn's neck rose. "We both may have had the pleasure of feeling that glorious body against our heat, but I'm quite certain the Trickster belonged to me first, my sweet."

She knew. Of course, she knew. Loki had admitted long ago he'd always been drawn to a wide variety of companions. And though his own inclination lay more in having relations with a woman, Loki had occasionally transformed into the opposite sex if he felt it would benefit a particular liaison. Sigyn had asked him once if she could see his female form, but he had vehemently refused. Not even his own family knew this side of him.
To hear now Loki might have tricked Mephisto by actually... Sigyn quickly cast it out of her mind and ignored Sif's uncomfortable glance and Björn's startled gasp. The past was the past. She knew what and who Loki was to her. That was enough.

"I don't care what happened between you," Sigyn sneered at Mephisto. "Loki is my husband. I hold his body now. His heart. His so—"

"Na-ah, not quite that. I do believe I hold that particular part." The dagger used to kill Loki suddenly appeared in the demon's hand. Sigyn stiffened in silent horror when Mephisto licked the bloodied blade. "Mmm, still as delectable as I remember."

All the flames around them died. The temperature dropped, and the streams of blood glaciated. Sigyn balled her fist, trying desperately to still the trembling. She had only felt such rage once before — the day she'd killed Astrid. But she couldn't risk attacking Mephisto. He held Loki. If she did anything that threatened him even more... she would lose him forever.

"My, my, you do care an awful lot about him, don't you?" Mephisto chuckled in amusement, unperturbed at what was happening around him. "You must if you dare to venture into my domain. Especially in your blessed condition."

"My condition is no concern of yours!" snapped Sigyn.

"My apologies. I meant nothing by it. To business, then? I assume you want your dear princey returned to your loving arms?"

"Yes." Sigyn took a deep breath. "Yes, that is —"

"Of course you do," interrupted Mephisto with a wave of his hand. "And you'll no doubt want the other two as well? And the Allfather's powers?"

Sigyn remained wary, giving only a slight bop with her head.

"I might be swayed to concede to your request. However... you can't get something for nothing. If you want to cross a bridge, my sweet, you've got to pay the toll."

And there it was. Sigyn had already suspected this demon would want something in return. Whatever it was, she hoped it lay within her power to give it.

"What do you want?" she inquired.

"First, my property returned to me." Mephisto pointed a clawed finger at his shackled minion. "Second, and this is not exactly my choice but more like a general rule; a life must be forfeit."

"Pardon?"

"For the magical balance, my sweet. Surely Loki or the Asgardian Queen told you? A life for a life, that's how it works."

Sigyn cast an uncertain glance over her shoulder. Sif appeared as confused as she was, but Björn had grown terribly pale. She stepped back to her brother and whispered, "Björn, you know what he speaks of?"

"I do," he answered. "This is bad, sister."

"Before you discuss matters with your companions, you may want to hear my final demand." They all turned their attention back to Mephisto as he continued, "I want a taste of your flame."

"You have your own control over fire and ashes," retorted Sif daringly. "You do not need Lady Sigyn's flame added to yours."

"True, I do not. But I want it. The fire mages have always been... protective of it. I offered a union many times, but alas, they chose differently. Perhaps if one had been smart enough to accept, things might not have ended the way they did for them. Now, there are only two fire mages left. The Queen of Alfheim's unfortunate heritage has polluted her flame too much for me to use, so that leaves but one option."

"My sister will never join you!" Björn stepped protectively in front of Sigyn, making her heart surge once more to see the brother she never knew she had.

Mephisto rolled his eyes in annoyance. "My dear boy, I didn't say she had to join me. Though, technically, she is free to be with another now that..."

The demon's words fell away as the serpents around Sigyn's neck came to life and slithered down her body. But they were not the fiery animals they normally were; they were ice sculptures come to life, smooth and delicate, yet just as deadly. The soil froze the moment the snakes touched the ground.
Mephisto drew back in awe of the sight. The others didn't dare breathe. All eyes were on Sigyn. Her own were blood-red. She reached behind with a snow-white hand, and Sif handed her the shackles to Mephisto's beast. The creature's eyes widened, pulling at the chains with its remaining hand to get away from Sigyn.
The serpents slithered toward the creature. They crept up, holding that purple body in an impossibly tight grasp. The devil fell to his knees, black eyes bulging out, whimpers reduced to mere gurgles as frost took hold and tiny cracks formed where Sigyn's snakes crushed its body. The temporary Queen of Asgard looked back at Mephisto, revelling at his dumbstruck expression. About time the game turned in her favour.

"What trickery is this?" hollered the demon lord. "You are a fire mage! You cannot possess the power of ice and snow!"

"Shows what you know," said Sigyn. "I will gladly give you your pet back. My flame is not negotiable, but I will concede in granting you some of my ice power. I shall leave it on this creature, so you may study it."

Mephisto's yellow eyes glistened. His excitement was evident in his expression. Good. All Sigyn had to do was to keep this bluff and hope the ice remained when she was gone from this hellish realm. That just left one more thing. "Björn, tell me quickly what Mephisto meant with a life for a life."

"He speaks of the magical exchange to maintain balance," explained Björn. "To give life, a life must be taken. Our mother said this was how some of the fire mages met their end. They lost a loved one and moved the universe itself to bring them back. Some resorted to killing another, but they could never stop killing afterwards and were stopped by other fire mages or at the hands of the Allfather. Others... gave their own life in sacrifice."

Sigyn felt her heart chill. She looked at the blade in Mephisto's hand. It was a steep price to pay. But pay it, she would.

"Very well."

"Sigyn, no!" exclaimed Björn in shock.

"My Lady, please." Sif stepped forward. "You cannot go down this path. There must be another way."

"I went down this path thirty years ago, Sif," said Sigyn, a slight quiver in her voice. "It wouldn't be the first life I take. And even if there were another way, I'm certain an equally heavy price will be demanded. Besides... we're running out of time."

As much as they wanted to, neither Sif nor Björn could argue against that. It wasn't just that Loki's body would decompose — though Sigyn had no doubt a protection charm could be cast — but they couldn't leave his soul in Mephisto's keep. Nor could they leave Thor and Baldur to their fate. They had already been down here for too long. 

"We have an agreement, then?" Sigyn's voice rang loud as she spoke to Mephisto. "Your pet back, a sliver of my ice power, and a life for a life."

"Three lives," said Mephisto. "I hold all three Odinsons, my sweet."

"You only killed one," countered Sigyn. "And if you dare to kill the others now, just for the sake of having three lives in return, I won't hesitate to bring the full might of Asgard, Alfheim, and Nornheim upon you."

It was a bold threat. Especially since Sigyn had no idea if the other Queens would back her on this. Frigga could undoubtedly be persuaded, as could Aelsa, but Karnilla may pose a problem. Still, she kept her composure and dared Mephisto into accepting her deal.

"Hm, I suppose you're right," the demon lord finally said in a monotone voice. "I was tiring of them, anyway. They aren't as fun as the Trickster. Very well; one life for your darling husband's soul, your ice gift for Odin's powers and my one pet for the other two Princes, simply because I feel generous and admire your perseverance, my sweet."

Mephisto snapped his fingers, and Thor and Baldur appeared suspended in mid-air, shackled and half-naked, as in Sigyn's vision. Baldur hung still with his head down, but Thor yet struggled faintly, close to exhaustion. When his gaze fell upon Sigyn, his eyes widened.
Another snap and the two Odinsons fell to the ground. Sif and Björn moved in unison, hastening toward them to help. Sigyn waved a hand over her serpents so they'd release their prey. Some of the ice on the creature's body receded, but she didn't allow it to limp to its master just yet.

"My husband's soul?" she demanded.

Mephisto walked over to Sigyn and handed her the bloodstained dagger. "Place it in the wound and speak the incantation on the hilt. When Loki awakes, the Allfather's powers will be restored as well. You have my word on that."

He scratched a cross over his chest with a claw. It burned into his red skin, marking a vow made. That just left one last issue to discuss.

"Whose life do you require?" asked Sigyn.

"It is not I who requires it, but magic itself. You will know when it's time."

It wasn't a bargain Sigyn liked to make. She felt uncomfortable plunging into the unknown, but what else could she do? She had to save Loki. He would do the same for her. More even. He had already done so much... She refused to abandon him now.
Sigyn eyed Sif and Björn, seeing them both support one son of Odin. She beckoned them back to her so they could depart, but Mephisto's sudden grasp around her wrist halted her. "A moment, my sweet. Our business is not yet concluded."

Sigyn narrowed her eyes at the demon lord. "You have what you wanted from our bargain, and so have I. There's nothing left for us to discuss."

"I still require payment for this unwanted intrusion into my realm." Mephisto flashed his sharp white teeth. "Or did you think you could just leave like that?"

"You are trapped here. I don't see why I should pay you anything."

"I may not be able to travel in and out, but my pets can. How else do you believe I ensnared those two fools? You can probably fight your way out, but you will never have a moment of peace. You will always wonder if the next person you meet is a devil in disguise. Are you truly prepared to live like that?"

Sigyn gritted her teeth. He had a point. Even if they all made it out, she would always be looking over her shoulder, searching for that one movement, that one word, that one quirk that would differ from the people she knew and loved. She sighed in defeat. "What else do you want?"

"A promise," said Mephisto. "I have it on good authority that a great infinite force will threaten our entire universe within the century. When the time comes, I will call on you to help me protect my nether realm."

"I am still an apprentice mage. Why me?"

"Because despite our differences, we are also the same. And you have access to something we may require. Something burning in Asgard's treasure room."

The Eternal Flame... So that's what you're after.

"Very well," consented Sigyn. "You have my word; I will come when you call. But only if you let us return unharmed, if Odin regains his powers, and if Loki is brought back to life. You fail in any of that, and I won't stop until I destroy you."

"We have a bargain. My pet now, if you please?"

The demonic minion cringed and whimpered when Sigyn finally let it walk free, the frost on its purple skin crackling with every move. Mephisto's yellow eyes travelled down the creature's body, taking in the ice with interest. He nodded at Sigyn, sealing their deal, and allowed the others to come back to her side.
Sigyn quickly glanced at Baldur. The princeling was completely out of it and was only kept upright because Björn put his arm over his broad shoulders. She couldn't even muster pity for the stupid boy and left him in her brother's care, instead moving to help Sif with Thor. She glimpsed the pain in his eyes as she supported him — pain and guilt.
A portal opened behind them. Sigyn glanced at Mephisto, fearing he might yet trap them inside the nether realm. His fiery gaze was the last thing she saw before stepping through the portal. They would haunt her for the rest of her life.

***

The moment the group arrived in Asgard, Sigyn ordered Sif and Björn to take Thor and Baldur to the healers. She didn't wait for a report from Heimdall or Volstagg, who had been lounging around the Himinbjörg to await their return while Hogun kept up the patrol. She hurried past them and again used the reflections of the Bifrost to enter her mirror world.
Sigyn sped past hundreds of mirrors and pools until she found the one in her bedchamber. She placed her hand against the smooth surface, letting the magic swallow her whole. A wave of nausea hit Sigyn when she touched the ground. She staggered on her feet, but kept herself upright. The sight of her husband lying far too still on their bed with a faint blue pallor over him was enough motivation to see this through.

"Rúna! Fandrall! Come help!"

The two stormed in upon hearing Sigyn's cry, having been just outside in the private study. Rúna gave a startled exclamation upon seeing her mistress. "Lady Sigyn! How did —?"

"Never mind. Get the Queens, hurry. Fandrall, you see to Odin. He should wake from his sleep when I bring Loki back." The pair briefly exchanged a confused and nervous look, but then rushed to follow Sigyn's command. She moved to the bed, sat at Loki's side, and took the dagger Mephisto gave her from her belt. "Forgive me, my love."

Sigyn plunged the weapon with both hands into Loki's pierced heart. She read the incantation on the hilt aloud, her voice echoing through the chamber. An eerie glow glimmered through the dagger and into Loki with every word she uttered. When it died, she took the dagger out and stared at her husband with bated breath. 

"Come on," she prayed. "Please work. Loki, please open your eyes."

The sudden heartbeat underneath her palm made Sigyn gasp. She pressed her hand down, hoping she hadn't imagined it. But there it was; his heart was beating, strong and steady. His wound closed, and colour slowly returned to his skin.
Sigyn exhaled in relief. She rose from the bed and walked to the dresser to fetch some water for him when he awoke. She couldn't help but smile at her success. Loki lived again. She'd done it. She'd saved him and his brothers. Now, only the Allfather had to —
A sharp pain shot through Sigyn's body. It came so instantly she dropped the jug in her hand, letting it fall to pieces on the floor. She leaned against the dresser to support herself, but the pain was too great. She fell to her knees. Her eyes were drawn to the water on the floor. Why was it red?

"Sigyn!" The Queen of Alfheim appeared at her side and made her lie down. "Oh my dear, what have you done?"

Sigyn barely heard Aelsa's. Every movement hurt terribly. Two figures moved to the bed as one other lingered at the door, but she couldn't tell who they were. All she knew was pain. Her body bled, as did her heart. Because this could only be one thing. A life... for a life.

***

Loki awoke with a gasp. He wildly looked about him as his darkness became light once more. The shapes around him grew familiar as his vision cleared. He was in his bedchamber. The wind howled, and the drapes at the balcony billowed. The sky outside was coloured in carmine, orange, and azure. Was it sundown or sunrise? He couldn't tell for sure. 
Loki tried to move, but his body felt unnaturally heavy. He managed to raise himself a little, stiffening as he perceived dried blood on his clothing. Was it his own? His hands went over his chest, but he couldn't find a wound. Loki sat up more, and his eyes found the red pool on the floor. 

"Sigyn?"

He sat quietly for a moment, listening for his wife's voice. But all remained silent. 

"My heart, where are you? What happened?"

Loki's fingers closed around his pendant. The magic inside was fragmented. Broken, almost. It couldn't be. That only occurred when one half of the bond was... dead.

"Sigyn, please answer me!"

Loki stumbled clumsily off the bed, his head lightly spinning. The last thing he clearly recalled was being in Odin's chamber. Frigga had called him to perform a spell to wake the Allfather. Had it worked? No... No, something had gone wrong, something... The memories rushed back. The spell, Baldur appearing, Thor and... Loki froze. His brother had stabbed him! But it hadn't been his brother. Black eyes... 

"You're awake."

Loki spun his head to find the Elf Queen standing at the door. Why was she here? 

"How do you feel?" inquired Aelsa. 

Something about her voice made Loki hesitant to answer. She appeared... sad. Concerned, too. He had never known the Queen of Alfheim to be like this in all the years he had known her. Loki tried to peer over her shoulder, but it didn't seem like anyone else was with her. This didn't make sense. If he had been hurt, someone from his family should be here. Sigyn should be here!

"Where is my wife?" asked Loki. 

Aelsa's lip quivered. She cast her eyes down. Only then did Loki notice the blood on her dress. His heart twisted in fear. 

"What happened?" Loki's voice trembled. "Aelsa, where is Sigyn?"

"With Frigga. And the healers. Loki... I am so sorry."

Loki's body moved of its own accord. He rushed past Aelsa and out of his chambers. His magic was still recuperating, so he couldn't just teleport to the healers. It might do more harm than good if he tried to do so. 
He ran faster upon hearing the heartrending screams, yet stopped in his tracks when he turned the last corner to the healing rooms. Rúna was sobbing in Fandrall's arms, while Sif stood near with her head hung in defeat, and... why was Sigyn's brother here? 
Björn was the first to notice Loki. He walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. "Go to her. She needs you now more than ever."

Loki's eyes moved from Björn to the closed door. His feet carried him toward it. His heart warned him he would only find grief and sorrow inside, but he didn't care and pushed the door open. 
Sigyn lay shaking and muttering incoherently in Frigga's arms. Her dress was cut open. Loki's heart dropped at the large amount of blood sticking to her legs. Movement caught his eye. One of the younger healers was swaddling a bundle. It lay eerily still and didn't utter a single sound. When she saw Loki looking, she bowed her head in lament and said, "I'm sorry, my Prince. We did all we could."

"Loki..."

He barely heard his mother's voice. Yet somehow, his hand still found hers. Somehow, he sat where she had been sitting a moment ago. Somehow, he now held his semi-conscious wife in his arms, his own tears falling as crushing anguish took hold of him.
Frigga silently ordered the healers to leave. There was nothing more they could do. There was nothing left to heal. All that remained were the shattered hearts of the two people who, despite the sacrifices already made, once again lost everything they had hoped for.

Everything... but each other.

***

Thor glanced anxiously at his younger brother. Baldur had finally awoken, but he was still awfully weak. Being in Mephisto's nether realm had done unimaginable damage to the princeling. Not only to his body, but to his mind as well. His eyes were dull, and he was as white as a sheet. The usually energetic youngest son of Odin was nought but a mere shadow of himself. 

"W-Where is Mother?" he asked in a fragile, broken voice. 

"On her way," shushed Thor.  

"I want my mother. I want my mother!"

Thor pulled him closer, wincing as the pain reminded him of his own wounds. He let his gaze travel once more through the room to reassure himself he was truly at home in Asgard. This wasn't an illusion or a trick. They'd been saved. Sigyn had saved them.
Baldur and he had been brought straight to the healers, but most had been immediately called away by the Queen herself for an emergency. Sif had stayed with Thor and Baldur then, doing her best to help them by giving them small amounts of water to drink and having the servants bring up food. But upon hearing the cries coming from the other room, she too had rushed out, not sparing another glance at the Princes. 

Thor's eyes rested on the door. It was quiet again. He wanted to call Sif to ask what had happened, but part of him didn't want to know. He dreaded to know, having recognised Sigyn's voice in those cries. Every fibre in his being shouted at him to find her, but he couldn't leave Baldur alone. And Sigyn didn't need him; she had Loki.
No, wait... that demon, Mephisto, had said something about Loki's soul. Had something befallen his other brother as well? Had Fandrall warned Loki and had they come to their rescue when they didn't return from Alfheim, only to be trapped by Mephisto as well? Wait, had... had they even made it to Alfheim? What day was it? 

When the door to the room suddenly opened, Thor nudged Baldur. The princeling stretched his neck as their father crossed the threshold, looking desperately for their mother, but she wasn't the one accompanying the Allfather.
Relief washed over Thor when Loki appeared. He let go of Baldur and walked toward his brother, but halted when he noted the bundle in his arms. Thor gasped silently when he took in Loki's utterly crushed expression and tear-stained eyes. Sigyn's cries... No... 

"Brother..."

"Don't. You. Dare."

Thor fell back at Loki's icy voice. He sensed Baldur coming up behind him. The princeling clutched his arm fearfully as they both met Odin's hard glare. 

"You were told not to go in search of the Twilight Sword," spoke the Allfather. "You disobeyed your King, hiding behind the words unspoken but still clearly intended. One month has gone by since then."

Thor's eyes widened. One month? How even?

"I was forced into my slumber after rescuing you from your folly and was left to see events unfold, bound in my own body and unable to help. Our home was invaded by monsters who took your place and could have destroyed us all had that been their master's goal. Instead, they murdered your brother and took his soul. Your mother was injured in the fight, and your sister was left on her own to take command of Asgard. She strengthened our home's defences and journeyed to the nether realm to retrieve not only her husband but both of you. This is the price she was forced to pay."

Odin gestured at the swaddled bundle. His angry expression fell in that moment, showing a man stricken by a terrible loss. "An innocent life," he continued in an impressed tone, "which was supposed to have been safe in her mother's womb, was forfeit because of your actions. There are many things I shut my eye to because of the love I bear you both, but I refuse to do so now."

The Allfather's eye fell on his youngest son. Baldur cowered further behind Thor, as if that would keep him from the King's punishment. 

"Every young mage should know how to recognise a cloaking spell instantly," spoke Odin. "If you had, Baldur, you would have sensed the danger you were all in. Instead, you let your pride and petulance guide you, ignoring what was right in front of you. You shall be placed under guard and are not to leave your chambers for anything. You will devote yourself to your studies and nothing else since you clearly still have much to learn."

The Crown Prince wanted nothing more than to speak in his little brother's defence, but what could he possibly say? He had asked Baldur if he'd sensed any magic at play, which the princeling had denied. It was yet another painfully obvious example that he was unprepared for the life of a mage.
Thor then felt his father's gaze on him. He stood as straight as he could, knowing he was to be blamed for everything. He would accept that blame and any sanction the King saw fit. 

"You did not heed my words," Odin said. "You did not heed your brother's warning and plea, nor did you heed your own past. You sought to redeem yourself when no redemption was necessary. You sought glory, allowing yourself to be spurned by someone younger and far less wise. I have been disappointed in you before, but never like this. You, Thor, are stripped of all your titles. Unless you prove yourself worthy of my trust, you will not inherit my throne nor the rule of the Nine Realms. And unless both of you prove you are worthy of the name Odinson... Loki is the only son I will recognise."

It was a devastating blow. Thor felt the ground give way underneath him. His fist balled at his side, and his jaw clenched. There were so many things he longed to say, to scream, even. But he held his tongue. Above all, he could not make the matter any worse than it already was. 
Thor met Loki's gaze. There was a time when Odin's words would have made the God of Mischief smirk and revel at this triumph. But now, there was only hatred in those clear blue eyes. 

"Loki," Odin turned to him, "you and Sigyn have been grieved most in this. Is there anything you wish to say?"

The silence that fell in the room was deafening. It was only broken when Loki slowly walked up to his brothers, his footsteps resonating like thunder. A chill ran up Thor's spine as he halted before him. 

"Look at her."

"Loki —"

"LOOK AT HER!"

Thor pressed his lips together and lowered his eyes. His breath caught. The baby had red hair like her mother. The same mouth as her father. Her ashen skin seemed like porcelain. Were her eyes blue like all of Odin's children's were? Or were they emerald like her mother's? It was a question to which Thor would never know the answer. 

"Why couldn't you have listened to me? Just once." Loki gritted his teeth. "I begged you not to go. I begged you, Thor. If you had listened and stayed, none of this would have happened. You wouldn't have been taken, Father wouldn't have been forced into the Odinsleep, I wouldn't have... Sigyn wouldn't have..."

His voice trailed off into a smothered sob. Thor shut his eyes, letting a single tear roll over his cheek. Loki's child... Sigyn's child... By all the Norns, what had he done? 

"As for you..." Loki's sudden murderous voice made Thor look up again. The raven-haired Prince's threatening glare at Baldur nailed them both to the floor. "The only reason you yet draw breath is because of the blood we share in our veins. You best pray Sigyn decides to spare you as well. Her fire destroyed the last person who caused our child's death. I wouldn't be surprised if history were to repeat itself."

The little colour Baldur yet had in his face drained completely. He recoiled from his brothers, his eyes frantically seeking help from the Allfather. But Odin stood unmoved. 
In that moment, Thor did the stupidest thing he could have done. He took a step to his right to shield Baldur from Loki's view. It was the ultimate betrayal for the grieving father, who gripped his daughter's lifeless body tighter, eyes narrowing at Thor.

"Still?" he whispered. "You still choose him?"

"He's our brother, Loki," said Thor. 

Loki scoffed. "No, Thor. He is yours, and you are his. I have no brothers. Not anymore."

These last few chapters were incredibly hard to write, but it had to be done for the future storyline. I apologise for the tears I may have caused here. 
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