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Hello my darlings, yes, I am finally updating the last part of this story. I'm terribly sorry it took so long I simply lost... My train of thought so to speak. And I wasn't sure how to go about it's execution. I appreciate all your comments, they mean the world to me so thank you so much. Anywho, enjoy! 
                          
By morning preparations were near complete, the last thing they needed was to wait for the king to wake and begin his usual routine. 
                          
The five were chatting in the training arena when a blood curling scream ripped through their calm environment. 
                          
In a panic, Thor and the others turned their bodies to face the trickster, his body convulsing on the ground. 
                          
"Loki!" 
                          
Thor and Sif were quick to kneel beside him, exchanging a glance. It looked like he was having a seizure, or being electrocuted. 
                          
Another shill yowl of agony released itself from the raven's throat, tears trickling down his paper pale cheeks. 
                          
"What's happening?" Thor demanded to no one in particular, panic clear in his words.
                          
After moments of shrieking it came to her, "The ring." 
                          
"Can we get it off?" Fandral asked, careful to keep his distance despite his curiosity and mild fear. 
                          
Silently, Volstagg shook his large head, giving the other blond his answer when no one else did. 
                          
"We must act now." Thor growled, his eyes narrowed in a throbbing fury. 
                          
"N-no." Loki rasped airily, his hand clutching Thor's sleeve, "L-Leave me. Now." 
                          
"He's right." Sif said, "Alfarinn will find him, and if we're here, our plan is as good as gone. Thor we have to go now if we want any chance in stopping the Allfather." 
                          
The thunderer hesitated before brushing his lips over Loki's forehead, "Let's put an end to this." He said. 
                          
With a final glance to the silvertongue, the warriors left, finding their positions in the throne room to await the king. 
                          
It was like a waiting game, a game of silence. A game strength. In said game you could not speak, could not move, nor could you even allow yourself to think and overthink. It was a game of patience, and a game of will, to which Asgard's thunder god was all too determined to win. His brother, his love, depended on it. An unborn, innocent child's life depended on it. Asgard itself, depended on it. 
                          
And years seemed to pass before Alfarinn entered as he did many a times before, but this time Loki's shallow frame followed shakily behind, his eyes downcast. 
                          
The Allfather sat on the throne, completely unaware as to what as coming next. 
                          
Thor stepped forward, catching the attention of the king, his eyes flaming.
                          
"Odinson, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Alfarinn asked, quirking a brow as his smooth tone conveyed a certain calmness Thor found unnerving. How could someone of such monstrous nature hold himself so highly? As though he has, never would, do wrong. 
                          
"It is time for a change in leadership." The blond boomed, his ocean gaze swimming with unswayed determination. 
                          
The silver haired male sat up in his golden seat, his lips twisting into an ugly sneer. His face seemed to close into a void of psychotic darkness, the room practically chilling over in it's wake. 
                          
"Really?" He asked, his voice sounding as though his vocal cords were bathed in venom. "On who's authority?" 
                          
"Asgard's." Came Thor's reply, stepped forward, his hammer clutched within his grasp. "We don't approve of the way you're leading us. Or the way you're treating our prince." He added, looking down upon his withered brother.