I know, I know...I'm always starting a new story before my other one is complete, but when the muse is hot I need to write! So I give you this. An AU where Jane is killed in Svartalfheim and Loki faces Thor's wrath for her demise. This will continue as I see fit.

The first chapter has major violence and character death and gore.

This was not right.

This was not supposed to happen. Despite all his threats and taunts, it only proved that he had no such plans of harming Jane Foster. He never did have such plans. Now on the dusty grounds of Svartalfheim, Jane Foster lay gasping for breath. Her rich brown eyes blinking sluggishly into the skies. Loki had turned his back for one moment to take down a Dark Elf and his folly was learned. The knife he had earlier thrown was in the Dark Elf's grip and the elf had flung it at Loki who had ducked and attacked. Then he had turned to Jane. The knife-his knife was lodge into her chest. Both stared at it in shock and slowly Jane had looked up to meet Loki's eyes. She fell. Now the woman Thor had ordered him to protect was dying. Loki dropped to his knees at her side, desperate to pull his magic forward and heal her. However, it did nothing for the woman. Her wounds were too great. She turned her gaze onto Loki, meeting his frenzied eyes and attempted to offer him a weak smile. Loki's hands shook as his magic surged forward, useless.

"It...It's okay...it's..." Her voice was wet, blood dripping down her chin.

"Don't speak." Loki instructed, his voice steadier than his hands. Jane merely smiled, eyes eyes drooping.

" S'nt hurt..." She managed, voice weakening. Her eyes closed for a moment.

"No, no...keep your eyes open! Eyes on me!" Loki stated firmly. Jane opened them after a brief struggle. She stared at Loki, her smile still in place.

"You're not so bad..." She murmured as if trying to comfort him.

Loki barely heard the battle around him. Thor had yet to notice anything amiss. Loki continued to uselessly pour his magic into Jane's wound, feeling himself weaken. Thor fought off Malekith until the vile creature fled. Only then did Thor turn their way. Loki felt himself thrown to the side as Thor rushed towards his love with a cry of anguish.

"JANE, NO!" Thor's deep voice rang across the barren wasteland. Thor gathered the woman into his arms, attempting uselessly to stop the flow of bleeding from the chest wound. Jane made a tiny noise to shush Thor and Thor lifted his tear filled eyes to her as she attempted to speak. Loki could not hear what they were saying, only watching Thor stare at the mortal with a mixture of devotion and agony. Jane's hand lifted to gently cup Thor's cheek and Thor lifted his own hand to rest over hers and kiss her knuckles reverently. Jane's smile was stunning as she stared into Thor's bright blue eyes. She murmured something and Thor responded his a sob. The God of Thunder quickly turned to Loki, his eyes frantic.

"Heal her!" He sobbed and Loki slowly approached the couple falling to his knees. Thor yanked Loki's hand up and pressed it against the wound. "Loki, heal her now!"

The wound was too great.

Loki knew that, and it seemed Jane did as well as she gently shushed Thor again.

"Loki-"

"Thor I cannot heal her." Loki murmured. "The wound is far to deep."

"No, you're just not trying! Try harder!" Loki's hand glowed a pale yellow over Jane's chest but the wound remained. Thor let out a pained moan, shoving Loki away and gathering his love against his chest, whispering sweet nothings to her.

"I love you Jane, please...please I love you. My dearest, my heart..."

After a moment Jane's head fell back, her hand falling from Thor's face and landing in the dirt. Her large eyes, staring blankly into the darkened skies.

Jane Foster was dead.

Thor lifted his head and screamed into the heavens. His head fell forward and he sobbed into Jane's hair. Loki did not move from the position he was in. For several minutes Thor held onto his love, weeping as he placed gentle kisses on her cooling skin. He wiped the blood from her chin. With two fingers he closed Jane Foster's eyes forever. He would never forget that color. Finally her forced himself to stand, slowly lowering Jane to the ground, stroking her hair from her face. Thor stood very still for a moment, his eyes fixed on Jane's body. Mjolnir remained in his tight grip. His eyes lingered on Loki's blade. The blade that had ended Jane's life. A coldness swept over the God. Thor turned to face Loki who met his eyes.

"Thor-"

"I asked one thing of you."

"Thor, I-" Loki began again only to be cut off by Thor quick approach. Loki shot to his feet, backing away from the elder God.

"You were supposed to protect her! I asked you to protect her!"

"I-"

"Was this your plan all along? To let her die!? Were your thoughts of revenge so petty you would actually harm an innocent woman!?" Thor roared.

"I didn't-"

"Everything you touch, you destroy! You are like a parasite!" Thor snarled.

"Thor I'm sorry!" Loki managed. Those were the wrong words to say because with a bellow, Thor charged forward Mjolnir raised. Loki lifted an arm to protect his face and Mjolnir struck. A sickening snapping sound echoed through the otherwise silent landscape. A shriek of agony escaped the trickster as he sank to his knees, gripping his broken arm. Thor stared down at Loki, his expression blank. Loki let out a pained shuddering breath.

"Brother, I-"

Before Loki could finish his sentence, Thor struck Loki in the shoulder. Loki was tossed across the dirt and rolled. Once he came to a stop he attempted to drag himself across the ground, his breathing frantic and pained in his ears as he heard Thor's steady footsteps. Thor was so...calm. It frightened Loki more than Thor's anger ever could. This cool detachment was too much. From where Loki was kneeling, low over his arm, he gazed up in Thor's cold eyes. The God swiftly dropped to his knees and gripped Loki's hands. Both of Loki's wrist easily fit in one of Thor's hands. As children, Thor had always enjoyed this perk. How easily he could grip Loki's tiny bird like wrists. Loki cried out as Thor wrenched them above his head and pinned him.

"Seeing how your hands were useless to heal Jane, you no longer have any use for them." With those calm words, Thor brought Mjolnir down on Loki's hands.

Loki's scream rose to a keening wail of agony. It echoes through the land. Thor released Loki's wrist and watched impassively as Loki curled in on himself, his hands tucked against his chest. The long delicate fingers smashed and broken. Loki let out pained sobs, his eyes clenched shut as tears traveled down his cheeks. He forced his eyes open ready to spit poison and insults at the older God. Thor's cold gaze traveled down Loki's body to his legs. Loki's eyes widened and he frantically began to scoot away.

"No, NO! THOR PLEASE!"

Thor rose Mjolnir and brought it down in quick succession, first the left leg then the right. Loki's screams ringing in his ears. Thor gripped Loki by his hair pulling him to his knees, paying no attention to the sobs escaping the trickster's lips. Loki's eyes were fogged in pain. He stared up at the sky, tears pouring down his gaunt cheeks. Thor turned to where Jane lay and hardened himself for what we was to do next.

"I promised you death if you betrayed me." Thor murmured, his gaze slowly returning to look at Loki.

"Please..." Loki's voice came out weak. His green eyes slowly focusing on Thor. Jane would never open her eyes again. Loki had taken that away from her. Without another word Thor swung Mjolnir.

When the guard arrived Thor was long gone, Jane with him. The battle had ended and the world seemed just as desolate as before. Keen eyes scanned the surrounds believing nothing was out there. Instead lying alone in the dirt was Loki. Slowly the guards approached and gazed down at the fallen prince. Both arms and legs were horribly damaged but the worst wound was the side of Loki's skull. Bits, of brain matter and bone peeked through where the skull was caved in. Blood drenched the ground and one guard had to turn away to vomit. The other slowly knelt beside the God, reaching to check the pulse he knew would not be there.

Except.

Right under the guard's fingers, a pulse weakly beat.

"He's alive!' The guard shouted to his companion. There was a flurry of movement and soon the former prince was gently lifted off the blood saturated ground.

"He needs a healer!"

"Someone must inform the Allfather."

The guards were shocked when Loki's eyes fluttered open.

"My prince!" One cried out. Loki's eyes slowly traveled to meet the guard's. But they were unable to. He felt no pain. Everything was numb. His fingers would not move nor would his feet. A whine of pain escaped Loki as he was moved across the land towards the waiting ship. He heard a familiar voice cry out in horror.

"Is that Loki? Is he dead?" Fandral the Dashing cried out shoving passed a guard to come to Loki's side. Loki heard Fandral's sharp intake of breath as he stared at Loki.

"Gods..." Fandral managed, voice choked. He reached towards Loki only to realize there was nowhere he could place his hand without hurting Loki.

"I'm here my prince," He managed instead. His voice shaking. "We'll have you healed in no time."

"...Thor..." Loki gurgled and Fandral nodded frantically.

"Of course, we shall alert Thor about of your survival. He will be with you soon." Fandral's voice was smooth and soothing. As he attempted to calm the prince's panicked movements.

"Calm yourself Loki. All shall be well. I promise."