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Harsh snow-clad wind was whipping past the dermined little group of three. They were walking close to the side of a glacier that rose menacingly out of the ice.
Loki was hit in the head by a fallen piece of ice and was knocked unconcios. When he woke up the weather was starting to calm down. Jorin was yipping at him, happy that he had woken up, but Shanya was nowhere to be found; she had lost them in the blizzard.
An arrow suddenly sank into the snow next to him, they were under attack. A pained yelp made him look up, Jorin had been hit and was lying flat on the snow. Loki lurched forward and used his own body to shield Jorin from being hit by any more of the arrows that were whizzing past them.The rest were bouncing harmlessly off of Loki’s armor.
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Thor had finally got a lead on where Loki was and the blizzard that had covered the whole of Winterhold hold was not going to stop him especially now that it was quickly dying down. He was so close that he could feel the pulse of Loki’s magic, but there was a problem. Up ahead he could see a group of bandits attacking something and he knew by how close his magic was that Loki must be a part of it. But the bandits weren’t under attack themselves, Thor knew his brother and he knew that Loki could easily blast them to bits; something was very wrong.
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Loki nervously looked up, he was surrounded by arrows stuck in the snow but there were no longer any raining on him. His attackers were gone.
He turned back to Jorin who was quietly wimpering in pain.
“Don’t worry brave little Jorin” he whispered “I promise I’ll fix this.”
Loki put his hands around the wound, readying himself to pull it out when he was suddenly yanked backwards and pinned down by a familiar looking boot. Jorin was snarling now, determined to try and protect Loki even after being badly wounded.
“You sneaky little…”
“Thor!”
“No! don’t speak to me, after what you’ve done you have no right!”
Loki was facing the very thing he had feared for so long, being brought back to Asgard. Yet all he could think about was how Jorin was hoplessly bleeding out and that he needed help.
“Please” Loki pointed to where Jorin was painting the snow red “he’ll die if you don’t let me help him.”
“He’s just a fox” Thor snarled back.
“A what about Jane she’s just a mortal what would you do if something happened to her.”
Thor took a deep breath to calm himself.
“You should know that when we fought each other in the past, I did so with a glimmer of hope that my brother was still in there somewhere. That hope no longer exists to protect you. Any tricks, and I will kill both of you.”
“Jorin has done nothing to you.”
“I think he would given the chance.”
“Afraid of a little fox? Now let me up or this conversation will be the death of him.”
Thor cautiously removed his foot and Loki scrambled back to Jorin. He grabbed hold of the arrow and carefully pulled it out while using his other had to flood the wound with healing magic. The second Loki was done Jorin jumped into his arms while snarling over his shoulder at Thor.
Thor turned his head to the sky “Heimdal!”
They were gone in a blinding flash of light and a little ways off in the distance was Shanya. She stood in horror as Loki was brought back to the very place that she was sure would be the end of him.