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// A Sorrowful Scream 
// Story: We Remember Everything 
// by Thunderscourge 
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In the weeks following the departure of Equestria's princess from Asgard, minus the minor visit to see her student, things had been keeping steady. It was time for two members of the Asgardian royalty to speak again, of this Frigga was certain. And although she was not one of those in need of conversing, she was the one who would have to instigate it given the stubbornness that ran in them all.

“Odin,” she called with a warning look. Her husband was a good man, of that she was sure, but his time as Asgard's ruler weighed heavily on him. So used to putting his realm before himself, as befitting of a king, he had forgotten that he too should be hurt by what happened with their son.

And Loki was their son. Frigga cared not about his actual blood, but how they and Thor had spent their entire lives up until recently as a loving family who would do anything for one another. Frigga had always treated her sons equally, even though Thor was both her first and Loki was born to another Æsir. In fact, Loki had even proved himself the better son over the years by being more thoughtful and by how he involved himself with her even after childhood, whereas Thor went off to become the man he was for so many centuries: a brute and warrior who strove to fight and little else.

Across their room at his desk was Odin, who was busy pouring over documents that concerned their alliance to the realms they were reuniting. While Thor was off on a conquest to bring them all together, Odin was the one left to handle the more diplomatic side of things. Frigga could feel a pang at the sight of Odin leaning over his texts the same way Loki would, his son having no doubt picked up the specific posture from seeing his father at work.

“What is it?” Odin huffed, not particularly fond of being distracted. Lives were at stake with his work after all, what with how raiders had taken to the world Asgard once protected before the Bifrost was destroyed. Something else that was Loki's fault.

Frigga made sure to stand at her full height as she continued,  “I believe it is about time we spoke about Loki again.”

“He should be imprisoned for years for what he has done,” he retorted curtly, not wishing to discuss this particular topic.

A strong personality was required to be Asgard's queen, and Frigga was not about to submit and accept her husband's dismissal, “He is your son. Making him resent you will only bring us more harm than good.”

Odin continued to look at his papers, not daring to meet her eyes while she had that tone, “And not punishing him for his actions can have its own consequences.”

Frigga would not give ground, but she would allow for her goal to be a small step in the right direction, “I only ask that you rekindle your bond with him. He loved you more than anything else once.”

“He does not care to have a bond. What purpose would I have of trying to make one appear as if from nowhere? I am not an enchantress witch like Lorelai, I cannot make a man do as I please, not even my own son.”

“You would have disowned him completely if not for the revelation that his mind was not his own. He has reason to distrust you.”

Odin snorted, “And I can trust him?”

“Odin, this is not a request. Do it.”

There would be Hel to pay if he continued to defy Frigga on this, of that Odin knew. As such the elderly man conceded, willing to at least put forth the minimum effort to appease her. After all, Loki would not even likely answer him at the door.

“I will see what I can do.”





"—then I'll—"

Loki's eyes snapped open and towards his door, where a very muscular man stood smiling. He had quite possibly broken the door, it having been locked before Thor opened it with a strong shove. Or rather, a normal shove for the strong man.

Through the mental link he had established with Luna, Loki cut her off as he lay in his bed underneath green sheets. He did not particularly care for his brother's company at the moment, but Loki knew that he would have to tend to Thor personally if he was to shoo him away.

"Luna, I have company now. My oaf of a brother to be precise."

Her voice whined inside his head, though it slowly transformed into a tone of full snark,  "What, do you not want to be thinking of my coming visit when Thor is visiting? As if he could catch on—"

While finishing his current conversation Loki just let Thor stand there with his smug face, "Enough, Luna. There is always time for this conversation later."

"Fine. Enjoy your other company. I am sure Thor will suit you well enough. You're not even blood related, so—"

Loki ignored Luna completely, despite her voice being in the very center of his mind, as he addressed Thor finally, “I hear you enjoyed a taste of your own medicine the other day. How does lightning taste and feel as it runs straight through you?”

Having been fully noticed and addressed now, Thor closed the damaged door behind him and made his way over to Loki's reading chair, “Very funny Loki. I believe you know precisely just what it tastes like. Though, I will admit, you have found us a powerful ally.”

Thor dragged the chair over, as he was becoming accustomed to doing, and sat down in it heavily. He had just come from another adventure and had decided to pay his dear brother a visit. While normally Thor would not pick up on finer details, being worn by his travel left him in a state of mind just suited for honing in on specific things.

In this case, the moon crescent that hung around his brother's neck. After all, it was the only piece of clothing that was visible on his brother's upper body, so it had a way of drawing the eye.

“What is this?” Thor groggily questioned while reaching forward to grab it. Loki used his magic to repel Thor's hand just before he could actually manhandle the valuable jewelry. 

“A trinket. Try to touch it again and lose the hand,” Loki threatened with a deep scowl. Thor had just broken a door without caring or noticing, and Loki would not have him do the same with a much more important object.

Thor could tell when his brother was not simply joking and so he quickly backed off, raising his hands in the air in fake surrender while sitting back in the comfy chair. He wiggled his fingers while laughing at Loki's defensiveness,  “Could you not just pretend to cut the hand off with your illusions?"

With Thor having receded his hand, Loki loosened up and shifted his scowl into a sneer, "That would be nowhere near as satisfying. What kind of warrior would you be then without a hand? I daresay I am tempted to find out."

Thor sighed and took to standing, realizing too late that he had not having the willpower to deal with his brother, "I could be drinking and feasting with cheerful friends. I think I may go do that."

"Enjoy. Bring back some fine wine. Something to soothe the boredom and misery."

"Would it hurt you to show a little positive emotion now and again?" Thor spoke through a yawn on his way out.

"Yes."

Thor gripped the doorway while opening the limp door, a thought having struck the exhausted warrior, "Brother, I intend to bring my own lover to Asgard when things have calmed down in the Nine Realms, and I expect you to show her the same courtesy I have shown your own."

This again. Thor's human lover who would live at best another eighty years. Loki could not understand how Thor could fall for someone who would only bring him pain later on in the most simple and foreseeable fashion. What made Luna a perfect companion to Loki was what made Thor's own lover a terrible one: shared interests, views, and longevity.

"Luna will live past the century. Why do you intend to have your heart broken, brother?"

Thor could not muster the strength to keep his head up as Loki's words pierced him. Even Thor knew the truth that lay in them, though it did not change how he felt at all. It only served as a reminder for a nagging pain that he had long suppressed.

"Even so, Jane is still the woman I love," Thor looked back to Loki with a sad grin, "I will be back later, brother, when I have some ale in me and your coldness is less irritating."

With that Thor closed the door and left, leaving Loki alone in his room.

“Laufeyson.”

Or rather, what should have been alone.





In Equestria Luna was making her way through the night to go visit someone who she really ought to speak with. Someone who, due to her absences in recent months and work in stopping the tide of monster attacks in Equestria, she had not seen at length for quite some time.

With Loki preoccupied and her side of things handled, Luna needed something to occupy her time briefly. Loki would not be saddled with Thor indefinitely after all, and she did not want to divert his attention and blood during what was sure to be a riveting discussion.

She wasn't bitter that she had been left hanging. Was it karma for having humiliated Thor? She did not know, but she was absolutely not angry that Thor had interrupted her own time with Loki.

"Discord."

The god of chaos itself was currently visiting the cottage belonging to former element bearer Fluttershy, who had befriended the chimera being. When he was not busy fooling around with Celestia it was the best place to find him, and Luna was unsurprised to find him toying with a small white rabbit on the outside of it.

Discord turned his attention from the rabbit to Luna, though he used his own magic to levitate the rabbit in the air and in random circles to further the torment, "Oh, if it is not my third...no, is it fourth? Know what, it doesn't really matter. What has brought you here to Ponyville, Lulu? I am so loving the black by the way."

Luna was not there for fun and games, though from what she had heard of this 'Angel Bunny' it was at least partially deserving of its torment. Still, she had to play the part of not being at all amused and so she looked on with indifference, "Luna. And I am here to discuss an important matter with you."

Discord snickered before tossing the rabbit through the air and into a chicken coop, "What, are you with foal and need guidance about names?" Luna's eyes lit up at the mention of pregnancy, given her sister's own, and Discord's snicker evolved into full blown laughter, "You see, I've been toying with some on my own. Has Celestia told you the news?"

Luna was relieved that Discord already seemed to know about Celestia being with foal. It made her conversation easier, and it meant she was not spoiling it, "Good, she has spoken with you then."

Discord shrugged before crossing his arms and yawning, "Oh, no, she has not actually, she's just crankier than she usually is and I do know how these things work. One moment a welcoming matron, and the next an irritated mess."

To demonstrate his point, Discord transformed his own face to have long eyelashes like Celestia. He teleported beside Luna and brought her into a tight squeeze of a hug, then instantly let go and teleported away to give her the cold shoulder. Luna during this only rolled her eyes, disliking the level of theatrics he would go through. She may summon lightning for her entrance to a festival in her honor, but it was not her go-to action every time she conversed.

What Discord was saying contrasted with what Luna had seen in her own sister though and her recent warm behavior, and so the princess brought this contradiction up, "She has actually seemed more relaxed to me now that she is reducing her work load."

Discord snapped back to Luna's side so he could lean on her with one arm while leaning his face on it thoughtfully, "Then what could be driving her so up the wall whenever I speak with her?"

Not to submit to his childishness, Luna teleported to his other side and let him fumble through the air, "Maybe it is the fact that the father of her foal is little more mature than it?"

"You wound me," Discord whined while swooning and rolling over in the air he was floating in.

Luna cleared her throat so she could get on to why she was really there. Having had some time since she spoke with Celestia about the news, Luna had come up with her own thoughts and feelings on the matter and would have them voiced.

"Listen Discord, I am not about to tell you to shape up and be a great father. I'm not going to tell you that you should marry Celestia and help her. In fact, I am going to do the opposite of dictating your actions."

Discord snapped back up and rubbed his furry chin with his bear paw, "I am liking where this is going, Woona."

"Luna," she corrected with the slightest tinge of irritation, her inner being wanting to put him in his place more painfully, "If you want to continue being a free spirit who goes around and does as he pleases without causing too much destruction, then I support that decision. I only ask that if you do, you stay that way. Absent. Gone. Celestia deserves that much."

"All or nothing?" Discord questioned with a scowl. That was too definite and not variable for the chaotic being's liking.

Luna rolled her eyes, not having finished her whole thought, "You can work out a more specific schedule that befits you and Celestia both, if you so please, but I only ask that you do not hurt her. She is my only sister after all."

"That is very fair of you to ask," Discord's expression changed to a genuine smile, though it had traces of humor in it, "And do not worry. What would I be if I angered my dearest Celestia, who is by far the most entertaining pony I know who I can toy with?"

"A statue of stone," Luna responded flatly. That's how they had left him for over a thousand years after all. 

"Precisely!" Discord shapeshifter into a stone version of himself before returning to his regular odd being, "Well, without the Elements of Harmony that would be difficult, but I suppose the idea still carries its own merit."

Luna thought it time to steer the topic back on course, "You mentioned names. Need I be worried?"

Discord clapped happily at the thought of a partner in chaos, "How does Tzeentch sound? I don't know where I honestly got it, but I like it! It breaks the trend you ponies all have here."

A voice in the back of Luna's head tempted her to voice her own idea in return. Surprising even herself, Luna gave into it by returning the question back to Discord, "I don't know, how does Sleep Near sound?"

Discord stroked his chin again while twirling around in the air, "Sleipnir? That sounds like something your boyfriend would like. I tried visiting his world only to be sent away by some spoilsport known as Heimdall. Sleipnir sounds like something they'd come up with."

Luna shook her head at his pronunciation. It was based on her own penchant for sleepwalking, not some made up nonsense, "No, Sleep Near."

Discord could care less about such a small difference, "Close enough. So, what do you think about Ataxia?"

A surge of emotion rushed into Luna from seemingly nowhere. It caught her off guard and shifted her thoughts as she tried to focus on the topic at had. The one at the top of the emotion list was fear, though it was not alone...

"Was it not Tzeentch a moment ago?" Luna questioned while trying to reign in the torrent of emotions.

Was the fear her own, or was it Loki's? Nothing was scaring her, so something had to be disturbing Loki...but what? Feelings of anxiety, anger and...

"I don't have my mind set on one. I'm just trying to come up with as many as I can before I ask Celestia's opinion on the matter. She likely will veto ninety nine point nine percent or more of all my suggestions, so I need enough to counter that."

...was it regret?

Luna shook her head as she tried to acclimate back to the conversation she was having. She could contact Loki in a moment to console him. He didn't have anything better to do after all.

The princess bit her lip and tried to shrug off the bad feeling, "I will consult a thesaurus or dictionary. I am not entirely sure which is which yet. While I am acclimating to our current language, some new things and words escape me."

A mischievous thought came to Discord's mind that made him almost squeal in delight, "Ooh, think we should ask Celestia about it together? Catch her off guard one day, since she has no idea I know."

Luna gave him a forced laugh, "I think I would enjoy this very much. Please, do go on."

Discord opened his mouth to continue to think the plan aloud, but a glow on Luna's chest caught his attention.

"Before we do, why is that little necklace of yours changing color?"





It had taken time and alcohol for Odin to steel his resolve to go meet with his wayward, prodigal son. He had no idea what would happen when they would speak, and just about anything could happen.

Even with some alcohol in him Odin could see that Loki's door was partially busted when he brought his hand to knock on it. Thor had visited it seemed.

"Loki."

There was no response to the call, and Odin frowned. The room was soundproofed one way by Loki's magic, so Loki could hear things outside but prevent sound from escaping from inside. Apparently he had added that feature at some point for the sake of privacy, though Odin had no idea when. He had not visited his son once in all this time since his return other than their brief meeting at the infirmary.

Still, Loki had to be able to hear him, and Odin did not enjoy being ignored. Especially not after a few pints of strong ale.

"Loki," he said with more force. With no response still, Odin knocked further on the door and raised his voice, "Loki, I would speak with you."

A sound similar to a crash barely escaped the room through the broken door. Odin narrowed his eyes thoughtfully as he tried to consider what Loki just smashed and why.

"Loki?"

The Allfather slowly opened the broken door, his suspicions raised. He did not know what he was expecting to see, nor did he have a limit on what he believed he might.

Despite this broadness of expectations, opening the room to a purple skinned and dark armored giant grabbing an unconscious Loki by the hair was outside of even Odin's expectations.

The giant gave a deep laugh as he turned around to face Odin, "Hello Odin. I am afraid we have not met. I am Thanos. Are the stories of your strength true?"

Odin reached for his powerful weapon, Gungnir, only to find that he had not brought it. He had not expected an intruder in the castle. 

The giant dropped the limp Loki to the floor while smiling darkly at Odin.