Wooo! An update and it hasn't been a week yet! XD I'm gonna try to be better updating wise so that I don't leave anybody hanging for like half a year again. Guilty is charged! Enjoy!

A week or so had passed since the day Odin had imprisoned Loki, and I was rendered extremely distraught. I had started out biding my time earlier by cursing the Allfather and taking out my frustrations by training, but I quickly got tired and elected to eat ice cream and chocolate instead. My fellow teammates were just sitting there at the kitchen table a tad awkwardly, watching me eat all of the sweets at my house. Steve had told the others of my predicament and they all decided to visit me to see how I was holding up. Needless to say, none of them were expert sympathizers.

My brother Steve sighed and patted my shoulder as I sat there and moped, "You'll be fine, Robin," he said, his blue eyes full of sympathy as he tried to sound reassuring, "It'll be over before you know it."

"Five thousand years," I muttered.

"What?" Steve asked.

"Five thousand years, it's gonna last five fucking thousand years. A life sentence for him. So no, it'll not be over before I know it!" I said louder, looking up at the muscled, blond haired man known as Steve Rogers.

"I say good riddance," another man butted in.

I turned to face the voice, seeing another short haired blond guy with a stoic expression on his face. That was Clint Barton. I really wasn't very close to him at all, mainly because he didn't really trust me that much. I stared at him with narrowed eyes, "What?"

"Just saying, he's not the best choice, Robin, especially not as someone you'd want to spend your life with."

"Well, what do you know?" I asked bitterly.

"He took over my brain for a while, Robin! I know more than I want to!" Clint argued, "I still hear voices in my head, telling me to do crazy things!"

"Oh, wah-wah," I said snidely, "You'll get over it, bird brain!"

"Robin!" Steve chided softly, "I know you're upset, but don't take it out on everyone else."

"I do what I want!" I responded.

"What Clint's trying to say," a more feminine voice cut in, "Is that you shouldn't wallow away in chocolate all the time."

"Why not?" I asked, looking to a woman with short, curly red hair. That woman was Natasha Romanoff, she used to be a closer friend to me and we often sparred together, but recent events between Loki and I had driven Natasha away from me. She was pissed over something that Loki did to her, but she never told me what it was, exactly. "Chocolate is good," I finished.

"You'll have to move on eventually. There are others out there."

"Not like him," I argued, "In all my ninety years of living I haven't met a single person who was as amazingly devious as he was. Besides, everyone else is a bunch of morons and I'm not taking relationship advice from someone who hates my choice for a boyfriend and wouldn't know love if it punched her right in the face."

Natasha rolled her eyes and was about to respond, but someone else cut in.

"Whoa, whoa, hold the phone," yet another voice said, obviously surprised, "You're ninety?! How is your uterus still functioning?!"

At that, everyone else, including myself, looked at him in total, unfiltered shock. "TONY!" we shouted in unison.

"What?" the dark haired millionaire named Tony Stark asked innocently, "It's a legitimate question!"

Bruce Banner, a shorter man with curly brown hair and a slightly wary demeanor, looked at Tony pointedly and elbowed him roughly in the side.

"Ow!" Tony said, flinching slightly and looking at Bruce, "What was that for?"

"You don't just ask that, Tony," Bruce said quietly.

I stared at the millionaire, completely and totally flabbergasted, "I-I don't know!" I said, my voice a higher pitch due to my shock, "Just- Let's just change the subject now, okay?"

"Agreed," Steve said, shooting Tony a fierce glare.

"As I was going to say," Natasha said, "You can still move on. It's not like your relationship with Loki was that serious, right?"

I looked at her and smiled half-heartedly.

She raised an eyebrow, "Right?" she repeated.

I couldn't help my nervous laugh, "Yeah . . . right. . ."

Steve looked at me with slightly wide eyes, "Robin," he asked hesitantly, his tone more serious, "did you two . . . fondue?"

Everyone else looked at him in utter confusion, obviously not understanding his question at all or why it seemed to be so serious to him. "Fondue's just cheese and bread," Tony said, his eyebrow raised.

Steve rolled his eyes and looked at me, "She knows what I mean when I say fondue!"

"Why do we even use that as a term?" I asked innocently, looking at Steve with a puzzled expression.

"Just answer the question," he said.

"Yes! We went fonduing!" I responded in exasperation.

My brother let out a heavy sigh, "Oh, God. . ."

I scratched the back of my head bashfully and laughed nervously, "Yeah . . . I said that a lot."

"Robin!" he exclaimed in shock.

I grinned a little impishly and giggled, "He said that a few times!"

"I don't wanna hear it!"

"Sorry!" I apologized with a small laugh before glancing around at everyone else, seeing their eyes widen into realization and understanding after my few comments on the matter. All of their expressions were pretty much the same, mixtures of surprised and weirded out faces.

"That's what Capsicle meant when he said fondue?" Tony asked, looking at me with dark, wide eyes. I gave him a nod and the man whistled softly, "Damn."

I waited for a few moments, gaging everyone's overall reaction before I shook my head, placing my hands on my hips as I grumbled, "Look, it's not like that was unexpected or anything, you all knew this was coming!"

"Yeah, someone was," Tony muttered under his breath.

I slapped the palm of my hand against my forehead, "Oh my God, Tin Can, shut up!"

"Make me!"

I faced him and glared at him fiercely, "Bitch, I will burn off your face!"

"Robin!" Steve chided me sternly, "I thought I told you to stop threatening people!"

"Well, maybe I wouldn't if the man who could keep me calm wasn't in fucking space jail for eternity!" I replied angrily, and then clenched my fists, "I'm tired, good night!" I said quickly before storming away from the group of people and towards my room.

"But . . . it's only afternoon," Bruce said softly.

"Whatever!" I growled before I reached my room and slammed my door shut behind me. I gripped my hair angrily and plopped down onto my bed, trying to sit there in silence and calm myself down. I lay down on my back and stared at the ceiling, my rage slowly ebbing away until nothing but sadness remained. As I sat there, I draped my arm over my closed eyes, ashamed that I felt tears threatening to leak from the corners. I didn't even understand fully why I was starting to cry, I was more along the lines of enraged than anything else. And then I heard a soft knocking at my door. "Go away," I grumbled.

I heard the door open and I sighed. No one seemed to listen to me at all. "I said go away!" I repeated, not even looking up to see if they had heard me.

"Not yet," I heard the familiar voice of my brother say, and I heard his faint footsteps cross my room and stop beside my bed.

I looked up and saw him seated at my bedside, my eyes narrowed at him, "What do you want?" I asked irritably.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay," he said, looking at me gently, "We were all trying to get you to move on so that you could be happier, I guess we pushed it a little too far. Not to mention, I kinda put you on the spot back there, and I'm sorry about that. What you do in your private life, whether I approve of it or not, is your business, especially since you're an adult now."

I looked at him, slightly surprised, "Captain Bossy's apologizing?"

He smiled slightly, "Yes, I'm apologizing," he responded, "I just keep forgetting that you're all grown up. I still see you as that tiny little eight year old I had taken in ages ago. I don't want you to get hurt, that's all, and maybe I overdo it when I try to protect you. But what do you expect? I worry, you know?"

The tears that wanted to leak out earlier from my eyes slowly trickled down my cheeks as my gaze softened, "Steve. . ."

"But I'm not just here to apologize," Steve continued, not quite noticing the expression on my face, "I'm worried about you, Robin. Lately you've been acting a little strange, stranger than usual, anyway. I don't know if anyone else noticed it, but you've been a whole lot moodier lately, and I just wanna know if that's because of the problem with Loki or because something else is going on or if you're sick or something. . ." he trailed off as he glanced at me, his gaze suddenly becoming even more concerned, "Hey . . . are you crying?"

I stared at him and sat up, defiantly wiping the incriminating drops from my eyes, "No!" I argued, "I'm not! I'm just sweating through my eyes!"

"Oh, Robin," he said gently, wrapping his arms around me in a reassuring hug, cradling my head against his chest in a brotherly fashion as more tears unwillingly leaked from my eyes. I was too exhausted to push him away or do anything else about it. "It'll be all right," he continued, his voice still calm and soft, "We're all here for you, and we'll help you cheer up, okay? Maybe Odin will change his mind about Loki's sentence."

"You're hoping that that wouldn't happen," I muttered disdainfully, sniffling slightly and cringing as I did so, "Same as everyone except me, so why tell me otherwise?"

Steve let out a heavy sigh, "I'll be honest with you, sis," he said, "I don't trust Loki, not fully, anyway. And I don't understand your relationship with him, or approve of your choice. But it's obvious that he means a lot to you, and I try to respect that and get used to it. I just want you to be happy, and if he makes you happy, then so be it. I'll live." He then added a bit jokingly, "Unless one of his pranks gives me a heart attack."

I looked up at my brother, giving him a weak smile in response to his joke before I looked away again, staring at the floor beneath us.

"And you can at least visit him in prison, right?" he asked, "So it's not like you'll never see him again, right?"

I scrunched my face up slightly and looked up at Steve with a guilty expression, "Yeah . . . uh, about that. . ."

He furrowed his eyebrows slightly in concern, "What is it?"

"I kinda got into an argument with Odin and . . . he, uh, kinda . . . maybe . . . sorta banished me from Asgard . . . forever."

"Oh dear lord. . ."

"What? He made me mad and was being a total jackass, so I retaliated!"

"How long were you even on Asgard? Ten, twenty minutes? And you already managed to get yourself kicked out?" Steve shook his head slightly, "That's a new record."

"Oh, shut up!" I said, moving away from Steve's hold slightly so I could look him in the eye, "You would've done the same thing!"

"Uh, no I wouldn't have."

"Yes, you would've!"

"No, no I don't think so."

I sighed and gave up, "Whatever, you don't know what the argument was even about."

"What was it about?" Steve asked.

"Odin told Loki that he would sever our connection with each other, I overheard it and barged in to try and convince him otherwise. Didn't work out very well," I said, "Odin's a stubborn, obstinate bastard set in his ways and I couldn't reason with him. I already hate him."

"He can do that?"

"No, but he can suppress it enough so that I can't talk to Loki."

"Oh," my brother replied quietly, deep in thought, "Well, at least you won't be constantly distracted by Loki all of the time like you used to be, right?"

"But I loved hearing his voice all the time," I protested, "It's beautiful!"

"You'd still get super distracted though. Your face always turned red when I assume he was talking to you mentally. What does he even say to you to get that reaction?"

I looked at Steve and giggled shyly, "Ehh . . . you don't wanna know."

"Well, now I'm curious, so I actually do."

"Trust me," I said, looking into his eyes seriously, "You don't wanna know."

Steve sighed and dropped the discussion for the moment, "Well, all arguments aside, I'm pretty sure your opinion of Odin is tainted by Loki's opinion of him," he said, "I mean, you've only ever heard what Loki said to you about him, and I can't imagine any of that would be in good light."

"Well, he's right about Odin!" I argued, "That guy's crazy if he thinks that he can just sentence my man for five thousand years and get away with it lightly!"

"And you're probably mad that Odin suppressed your connection," my brother continued, trying to reason with me on my negative opinions.

"A stupid decision on his part," I grumbled, crossing my arms indignantly.

"Thor's only ever said good things about Odin," he said, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"That's because of extreme amounts of favoritism!" I argued, "He was the favorite son out of the two so of course he would be saying good things about the dumbass!"

"Isn't Odin supposed to be wise?"

"Well, he's not!"

"What makes you say that?" Steve asked, his expression was full of curiosity.

"He thought it was a good idea to piss me off!"

Steve shook his head in amusement, laughing slightly at my response and resting a hand on my shoulder, "Robin, I'm just saying that your anger towards him may be just a little irrational."

"I'm not irrational!" I growled, shaking a fist angrily.

He obviously wasn't convinced, "Sure you aren't." He stood up and looked at me, "I'm gonna head back downstairs to talk with the others. You wanna come with or do you wanna be alone?"

"I'll stay up here," I said quietly, stifling a yawn, "I actually am pretty tired."

"Okay. Try to cheer up, okay? I don't want you to sit around and be upset all of the time. Lemme know if you need anything," Steve said as he began to exit the room.

I nodded, "Okay," I said quietly, and then watched him leave before I laid back down, resting under the comforters of my bed, closing my eyes, and trying to relax myself so that I could sleep. It was difficult, especially for the first few minutes because for once in a long while, I didn't have the reassuring feeling of being in the hold of the man I loved. I sighed, my mind wandering back to my conversation with Steve, about how he said my anger towards Odin was irrational. Was it really? I considered the question for a few moments and everything I had experienced when talking with Odin, and then I shook my head. Nah, it totally wasn't irrational. It was actually perfectly rational, in my eyes. Of course, after a while, I wasn't able to concentrate on my thoughts as I became drowsier and slipped off into a deep, slightly fretful sleep.