Three days ago, what seemed to be woman had crashed in with a scream. Her momentum had carried her between tables full of Asgardians, across the stone of an outdoor court, and into the dirt surrounding some roses. Around her, eyes had widened as they turned to look at whatever had just crashed into their mists, as if it had fallen from the barrier bound sky.

"Guards! Guards!" Someone called, and indeed they had already been on their way, summoned by the woman's piercing scream. When the guards arrived and saw the situation, like they would do to any possible threat, Loki could just imagine those bulky, armor plated guards as they had formed a ring around her and closed in slowly.

Whispers told him she had been taken from the courtyard to the dungeon, no stops in between. The Alfather was strict as ever, with all the fighting happening in the nine realms now.

Loki flipped closed a wallet containing a depiction of the prisoner and some of their basic information closed, before sliding it into his pocket as he stopped before the guards.

"Go on Trickster, we will be listening to everything from out here."

"Of that I do not doubt. Do grab a translator if you fail to understand what you hear." The guard's face darkened within his helm.

With anger burning his gaze he stepped back and stood with his spear at attention, saying nothing further as he allowed Loki to pass. With a smirk Loki slid past the guard to the wall of golden glyphs that parted before him.

Loki stared in from the temporary doorway, a cat preparing to pounce on the brown haired mouse. It was impossible for the mortal woman to have just appeared out of the air. There were only two ways into Asgard; the Bifrost, or his road, and where she 'appeared' was nowhere near either of those locations. She had not come by way of the Bifrost; even that oaf of a guardian would have noticed.

She must have come from through his road, and those who saw her appear, being as drunk as they were, did not notice her until after she was already among them.

'And they call themselves warriors.'

If mother were here she would surely not have believed in such nonsense of appearing either, but she was away attending to a matter on another planet. With mother not here, he was to interrogate their 'dangerous' prisoner.

"What are you?" Loki asked.

The only answer was a wordless stare aimed at him from where she sat motionless on a cot pushed into a corner of the room.

She had to be stronger than she appeared. Loki looked at her carefully, searching for a hole, a glitch in appearance, something that would reveal what she actually was. Yet, curiously, he could find no such thing. He saw only a woman in worn clothing, who currently had her legs pulled up defensively with her arms wrapped around herself.

Truly terrifying indeed. At least, dangerous enough for them to let him of all people be the one to extract the secret of how she came to be here from her.

With an aggravated sigh that caused her to look up - and in doing so show a pair of most ordinary brown eyes - he got to work. He tried different verbal methods to get her to talk; everything from being powerful and arrogant as he knew Thor would be, to threats.

After hours of wasted time, no matter what he said, she would not say a thing. So much for that book he was in the middle of. He might as well write one of his own on her appearance, and how disappointingly human she was. It was all he had learned. She would not even tell him her name. He did not want this to take days, yet it already looked like this was going to be the sort of thing that would.

This needed to change. What if she had come through his road? What if she told someone else first? Loki raked slim fingers back through shoulder length raven hair and yelled;

"fine! Then do not say a thing to me, other than how you came to be here." His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he leaned over her.

She shrank from him into herself against the wall, her brown eyes large and dark in her pale face.

He took a step back, his eyes sliding away from her face, but not far. They landed on her stretched black and purple striped sleeves. Until that moment they had covered her arms, but when she moved the open cuff had slid back.

He took another step back toward the entrance, followed by more once the glyphs recognized him and opened, allowing him to swiftly exit the room.