a/n the song is to the tune of lullaby to a princess(Luna version), look it up on youtube.
I stare upon the ceiling, hoping the blandness would give me rest. But it twas not meant to be. My mind and heart dwelled on my lost brother; still my brother despite the new found knowledge of his blood status.
It has been weeks since Loki's fall from the Bifrost, yet even as time passes I can't remove the heartbroken face shown as he plummeted down to his doom. His eyes so clouded with madness and anger as we fought.
I glanced at my bedchambers, darkened by night, my mind traveling to times of young.
I never liked the dark. I was always one to bask in the light, so in the black of midnight it seemed far too quiet and ominous. I would call Loki in for company and he never complained despite the many hours of sleep he would lose during such acts. He broke the silence. He would tell me stories, sing me songs, he was so talented. More gifts of his I cast aside like they were nothing. With your voice I would drift off to sleep.
But time has passed now. He no longer lays peacefully down the hall. I would never hear my dear brother, Loki, call 'come brother! Let us make mischief!' My heart's brother is now gone and there is no one to blame but I.
Without my consent my eyes closed and a tear of guilt slipped out as an all too familiar voice fell upon me from the heavens above.
I never should have done that.
Please brother, don't fret over me.
I reaped what I sowed.
That is true in a way, I thought. It was inexcusable to almost destroy an entire race. But those were the actions of someone confused and lashing out.
How my deeds pain me as time stretches long.
How could I have hurt them this way?
So rest easy now, my punishments earned
The weight of my crimes are atoned.
Internally I flinch. Loki had always believed that the smallest of his tricks were deserving of a massive punishment. One of the many reasons he was so keen on never getting caught. How painful must the fall have been to convince him he's paid the price for his actions? Is he dead? If so, then why is his voice drifting softly in my ears.
But into that stillness you sent me your heart,
With your love, my sanity kept
For your tired eyes and my lullabies,
In pain I will pay you my debt.
Pain!? If he were dead surely his past good deeds would send his lost soul to Valhalla. So that must mean that Loki is alive somewhere out in the universe!
Once did a god who flowed with great power
Look on his kingdom and sigh,
Dejected he cried, surely there is no body,
Who love me or finds any good in my pride.
I listened to the story with growing dread. Loki always tried so hard in his magical studies, only to be mocked and scorned by many, myself included. We labeled him an outcast for not training to be a warrior, and dubbed him a coward for using magic; a females art. If only I could go back and show him how impressed I was of his skill. To congratulate him on being so wonderful at magic, no matter the neighsayers. If only I had told him those days how much I loved and cared for him.
So great was his pain, he rose in rebellion
Against those who cared for him most,
He let death fall with his nightmares inside
And threatened to do the same to all that have lied.
I did not lie to you Loki! I wanted to shout. But my body was asleep, though not was my mind. I truly did love you, Loki. I thought as loud as I could.
Lullay dear Thor, goodnight brother mine,
Rest now in starlight's embrace
May this cool lullaby reach you in dreams
And ease you the passage of days.
May my apologies find you this night
And may my sorrow in kind
Brother you loved me much more than I knew,
Forgive me for being so blind.
There's nothing to forgive. I didn't show my love enough.
Soon did his brother do what was demanded
And fought off the evil that grew
Breaking the bond he saved many people,
And defeated him as a wise ruler must do.
Loki will never be truly evil. That I know. And if I have any word in the matter, our brotherly bond will be mended.
But such is the weight of the crown that we wear
Brother, duties we always uphold,
May you forgive me that jealousness mine
And live on with no burden upon your soul.
Lullay dear Thor, goodnight brother mine
Rest now in starlight's embrace
May this cool lullaby reach you in dreams
And ease you the passage of days
May my apologies find you this night
And may my sorrow in kind
Brother you loved me much more than I knew
May troubles be far from your mind
And forgive me for being so blind.
I eased into the music, wishing I could give Loki my own apologies, long overdue.
The space now before us, painful and forlorn
I never imagined, we'd face them on our own
May these dark times pass swiftly by, I pray
I love you, I miss you, all these miles away.
"I love you, I miss you." I mumbled. The words repeating constantly like a mantra inside my head.
May all your dreams be sweet tonight
Safe upon your bed, in the light
And know not of heartache, fear, nor gloom
And when I fade I'll save a spot next to me just for you!
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep!
With the last word the darkness under my eyelids melted away to reveal a dim dungeon room, on one wall hanging none other than my brother! "Loki!" I gasped. His legs were chained to the floor, his arms the wall. His tunic was in tatters, displaying cut, bruised, and bleeding skin along his whole body. Dark circles prominent under his eyes. His eyes; usually bright green, shinning with joy, now a darker, much more subdued shade. And strangest of all, his eyes seemed to have taken an undertone of bright, neon, blue. Undeterred by his appearance he smiled at me and I could help but smile back. "Go to sleep, brother." He said sweetly, beautiful magic lacing every word.
I found myself back in my room. My eyes shut, and sleep, I did.
a/n - I am a huge fan of the Loki was forced to do bad things and was tortured and controlled by the scepter. this could be a prequel and if I am told to do so in the reviews I will write a whole story on them rescuing Loki/ finding Loki/ fighting Loki. and please read my other stories. and please review and tell me what you think
-MagentaScribe