Beneath A Moonless Sky: A Thor Fanfic

The Reunion

Loki's eyes stared at the bifrost in a panic, hand reaching back to gingerly brush Lanie's midsection as he made his decision. He turned to face her, hands curling in her hair as he forced their lips together frantically. "This isn't safe for you. For either of you. I do not know what has become of Emily, but Heimdall would not be troubled were there not danger ahead. Go, get Thor, tell him to follow me."

Lanie gripped Loki's wrists desperately, shaking her head as her wide brown eyes begged him to allow her to stay at his side. "Loki she's my best friend, I--"

"And she would want you to take care of her niece or nephew. Fair One, please. Do as I ask, fetch my brother."

Loki needed her to obey, she could tangibly feel the distress pouring from off his body, and she nodded slowly, choosing to trust him with the person closest to her in all the world. She prayed she wouldn't regret it, love him as she did. With tears shining behind her eyes and a thick, hot lump settled into her throat, she ran off in the direction of the mead hall. Loki let go of her reluctantly as she ran from his side, taking a deep breath as he sprinted toward the portal Heimdall had opened before him. Emily wasn't just Lanie's best friend, she was his. That made this personal.

Lanie bolted toward the sight of the drunken God, who was gurgling incoherently on the hard marble floor. "Thor!" When he didn't budge, she jerked a horn full of alcohol from a nearby table and dumped it on his head, liquid filling his nose and dampening his long hair as he jerked awake with a strangled choke.

"Son of a bitch, Lanie, what in Odin's--ugh, who am I kidding. You learned from the best." He complained with a sour expression, obviously still annoyed from his earlier encounter with his brother.

Lanie rolled her eyes and reached down to tug hard on the God's hand. "Thor there is no time for your pettiness right now, Emily is in trouble."

That caught his attention, sitting up with a sudden sense of urgency. A serious, stony expression crossed his face, and it made Lanie wonder if he hadn't been nearly as drunk as he was letting on. Drama queen. "What kind of trouble?"

"I don't know, but it seems serious. I've never seen Heimdall in such a panic, what if...what if she's..." Lanie couldn't even finish that sentence, the lump in her throat worsening as the words stuck in her windpipe. Thor didn't wait for her to finish, shooting to his feet albeit a bit wobbly, and he started for the door at lightning speed. He stopped in his tracks only once, upon realizing that Lanie was not following. He turned to shoot her a half-crazed expression. "Alaine, why are you not--"

Lanie cut him off with a sheepish shrug of her shoulders and wiped a tear from her eyes. "I'm a little...pregnant."

Thor's face contorted into a mixture of confusion and horror, and he opened his mouth to shout a perplexed "with MY brother ???" but there was no time to waste, and Lanie shooed him off forcefully as she threw a chalice at his head from off the table.

"GO!"

Thor didn't need to be told twice and tore to his brothers side, leaving Lanie alone in her turmoil to weep. His heart was aching in his chest, a wicked guilt seeping into him as he thought of all the ways in which he had failed her. He should have never let her leave without him, defenseless, no matter how hurt he had been. He was the God of thunder, and here he was, reduced to a whining and arrogant shell of the man he had been...and for what? Because she'd respectfully told him no? There were no words for the shame that overwhelmed him, and when he finally made it to Heimdall's tower, his skin was pale as a sheet.

"My lord?" Heimdall asked carefully, eyes laced with worry at the disheveled look of the prince before him. Thor looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks, a sickly green tint to his normally tan, olive skin. Depression and self-loathing did not look good on him.