Freedom is...

Landing and Confusion

"We don't."

I knew Loki was terrified. He had fallen from the Bifrost before, and it had not resulted well. What was it that made him decide to do this? Why was he so brave to risk falling into the hands of Thanos again? Maybe it was because this time he was not alone. I would never let him be alone again. I couldn't. As his brother, I had to be there for him, whether he wanted me to be or not. That is why I allowed him to pull me off the Bifrost. So that no matter what happened, no matter what we faced, he would not be alone. Never alone.

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Darkness. A darkness I was aware of, but not a darkness that I feared. I knew how to make it leave. All I had to do was open my eyes...

Light flooded my vision. Everything was blurred together, so I blinked a few times to make my vision focus. It was a few seconds before I saw anyhting, but I did not see much. A blue sky, some sand... hardly anything. Where were I? I turned my aching head to the other side, and something- someone- else came into vision, lying a few feet away on the ground.

"Thor..?" I mumbled, wondering if he was consious or not. I heard a light moan, and knew that, if he was not already consious, he was begining to wake up. Good. The sooner we both were able to process thoughts, the sonner we could figure out where in the nine realms we were.

I could tell by the surroundings that we were not on Thanos' realm. I was greatful for that. Unbelieveably greatful. It would be one thing to be tortured again, but an entirely worse scenario to see Thor tortured aswell...

"Are you okay?" I asked, my head pounding with each syllable.

"I think so..." came Thor's reply. "What about you?"

"Same... Does your head hurt as much as mine does?" I asked.

"Probably," he replied simply.

We lay there under the intirely too bright sun for Valhalla knows how long. Normally I hated the silence, but what i wouldn't have given for some silence then. The sound of my heart pounding in my head was driving me insane. We must have been lying there for hours before we could stand without getting dizzy or hurting too much and having to sit down again. Once we had been able to stand, we decided that we should look around for someone. Thor said that this place looked familiar, but I argued that he'd been to every realm out there (aside from Thano's, thank Valhalla).

It was a while before we came to a road. Finally, we were getting somewhere. Thor hadn't bothered to look before crossing the road, so by the time I had yelled for him to move, the van had already hit him.

Freedom is Confusion.