Spare clothes had been found for both Darcy and Jane so they could change out of their worn pajamas. A medic had already taken a look at Darcy's injuries on Hill's orders, but they were minor – only a few bruises and a sprained wrist now in a brace. She had been given a laptop, and Hill had dropped the security system so Darcy could go on the internet. She was currently playing some games that were saved on the flash drive necklace she had been wearing.

Hill chided herself as she walked down to the Triskelion's main lobby, aware that she should have known that no race was perfect. Thor was good, but that did not mean all Asgardians were and Darcy had given her a nice picture of some of the bad Asgardians. Jaro and the Blood Wolves. SHIELD's missions were bloody and there were counselors here, but Darcy had shrugged off the suggestion of seeing one.

Once Hill reached the lobby she stood near the entrance as the "situation" was escorted into the Triskelion by Grant Ward. The Asgardian had cleaned most of the blood off of himself but his clothes, a uniform it looked to Hill, were still red and black. He didn't have any visible injuries.

He walked straight and relaxed as if he was not worried. Since he was Asgardian and the only ones around here were human he probably didn't have much to worry about, Hill thought again. Although his eyes were said to brown, they seemed to glimmer golden. The gold faded as he approached Hill, and Hill wondered if she had imagined it or if she had just seen magic.

"Welcome to the Triskelion," she greeted the visitor.

Hill's mission parameters weren't normally welcoming guests, but her orders were straight from Fury. She had to admit, she had met Thor and was curious about another Asgardian, especially one who had just come back from the dead.

The Asgardian apprised her, standing at attention out of habit. "What is your rank?"

"Rank?" Hill asked.

"You are a warrior of this Realm like my escort. The way you stand, the accent of your voice makes that fact clear to me. You are a commander though where this human," he glanced at Ward, "is just a soldier."

He was intuitive, and Hill had a suspicion he was well trained. "Maria Hill, Vice Director of SHIELD."

"Angborn Eirillson," Angborn greeted back with a bow. "The correct way to address you is by your last name, correct?"

Hill nodded. Any human would know that, but Jane had needed to teach Thor some of the basic human customs such as title. It was surprising that Angborn would already know.

"I wager then Milady Hill that you wish me to answer a few question about my home. It cannot be often that you get an information source straight from Asgard." Angborn's eyes were steady, but they brightened with amusement when he realized he had pegged Hill perfectly. "I too am a warrior, and I am familiar with espionage. I will answer some of your question though, for I am the intruder and I should explain myself."

Hill was lucky that Angborn was so quick to cooperate. Her paranoia said that he had agreed too quickly, but that was impossible to judge since she didn't know him. She kept that paranoia in mind though.

"Ward," she addressed him as he stood next to Angborn. "I want your report."

"Yes sir," Ward said and walked off.

Hill reached into her pocket and withdrew a small silver clip. "Put this on your shirt. It's visitor access. I'll have to arrange a change in clothes."

"I'm fine," Angborn said as he clipped the pin near his collar above his heart. "I'm used to it and I have a feeling you are as well."

He was good at reading people, Hill admitted. It would be interesting to team him and Romanoff together.

"I've gotten bloodied up," she agreed, "but not all of our agents are warriors."

Angborn took in some of the crowd. "Yes, many of them appear to be civilians or else not field operatives."

"They're also not used to Asgardians," Hill remarked with a slight nod of acknowledgment at his observation.

"I can imagine not. If it is alright with you, I wish to see Jane and make sure she is alright before I answer your questions," Angborn said. "Prince Thor would not be pleased if she were injured. As I am the only Asgardian present she is, in a manner of speaking, under my protection."

"They're in the facility," Hill assured him, "this way."

Angborn followed her to an elevator. Hill scanned her ID.

"Floor 9, guest wing," she called out once the doors closed, "guest is with me."

There was a chime and then the elevator started moving up. Angborn took a step back and gripped the rails, eyes wide. When he noticed that Hill was not perturbed by the elevator he decided that nothing was wrong, and slowly relaxed his grip and stood straight. He made sure to keep his hands on the railing.

"They don't have any elevators on Asgard, do they?" Hill asked, keeping her face neutral and hiding her amusement at his reaction. It would do no good to embarrass him.

"No," Angborn promised. "There are stairs or portal gates, and mages often teleport. You don't have portal gates here I take it."

"The closest we had to that was when the Tesseract was used to open up a portal." Hill didn't mention Loki or New York by name, but it was clear Angborn knew what event she was referring to.

Angborn did not reply to the mention of Loki. It was hard for Hill to forget the battle aboard the Helicarrier or seeing Barton, one of their best agents, reduced to a mindless puppet by Loki. There were also all the agents she had lost when Loki had let himself be captured and then nearly destroyed both the Helicarrier and New York. She wondered how well Angborn knew Loki.

The doors to the elevator opened with a quiet chime and she walked out. Angborn looked grateful to leave. There were numbers on the wall near several doorways and she stopped in front of the one numbered 9.

"Darcy is in Room 11," Hill told Angborn as she knocked on Jane's door.

Someone said come in. Hill scanned her ID again and turned the lever. The door clicked open and she held it for Angborn, and then let it close behind her. The furniture was arranged neatly inside, and Jane was sitting on a chair speaking to someone Angborn didn't know.

"Coulson," Hill greeted with some confusion when she saw the person with Jane. "You're back on duty already?"

"Fury pulled me in from Tahiti since I've had so much contact with Asgardians." Philip Coulson explained, and looked past Hill to where Angborn was standing in shock. "Is that the situation I've heard of?"

"You are Coulson?" Angborn's voice jumped an octave. "Loki said he killed you."

"I've got the scar to prove it," Coulson replied. "And he did kill me for 38 seconds until Fury restarted my heartbeat. I've been recovering on Tahiti since. You a friend of Loki's?"

"Your tone turns hostile with ease," Angborn noted. "I was raised with two princes, and it is hard to believe that I now only have one. In some ways I don't believe it."

He did have only one prince now – Loki. Coulson and Hill both gave him a surprised look.

"I thought Ward said you were one of the Asgardians sent to kill Loki, but he killed you," Hill said sharply.

Jane coughed as she tried to take a sip of her green tea. Huh? Who said what now? Loki kill Angborn?

"That is true," Angborn said, hoping Jane would play along. "But I spent a thousand years with Loki as my prince. I'm still in shock that everything could change so quickly."

Jane understood. If SHIELD was reacting this badly to Angborn mentioning that he used to be friends with Loki then they wouldn't take the reality of Angborn and Loki being allies very well. She wouldn't say anything, and she'd have to find some way to explain this to Darcy that SHIELD wouldn't catch onto.

"How is Darcy?" Angborn asked Jane. "Thor told me that she was a friend of yours."

That was right, Jane realized. Angborn had to pretend that he didn't personally know Jane or Darcy. "She had a run in with Jaro, but just got some bruises. I think she's in her room watching Youtube. You don't know what that is do you?"

Angborn shook his head. "No I do not and I am glad Jaro did not harm her seriously. He's… frustrating to have to deal with. I'm allowed to deck him at least, if not kill him."

Coulson smiled slightly. Alright, this Angborn had his priorities backwards but at least he wasn't all bad.

"As for that Youtube," Angborn shrugged. "I suppose someone will fill me in eventually."

The phrasing of his sentence sent a little flag off for Hill. "How long do you plan on staying?"

Angborn didn't answer immediately. This would be tricky since he was now a traitor and couldn't return to Asgard. He looked down at his worn and stained boots for a bit as he picked his words.

"The fact that I am still here, and have not been transported home in an odd one. I have not been missed much, and I don't quite understand it," Angborn said, lacing a puzzled undertone into his words.

Angborn was really lucky that Jaro had killed him and everyone back home thought he was still dead or else he'd have been dragged home already. Heimdall hadn't even caught onto the fact that he lived, and that troubled him deeply. It was a sign that Hel was telling the truth and Asgard was at war with the Celestials if Heimdall wasn't able to keep watch over the realms.

"So you're just staying?" Jane asked. She didn't know about this part.

"I can't go home on my own. Asgard is currently at peace," Angborn fibbed, "so they can do without me for a time. Something is likely going on for Heimdall to not notice me, or else he thinks I am needed here."

"I see," Hill sighed. She supposed having an Asgardian here to help couldn't be all bad. "Now that you've seen Jane, SHIELD has some questions. Fury assigned Coulson as you SO for the moment, so he will ask the questions."

"My Senior Officer is a human? This should be interesting," Angborn hummed.

"I do have errands to tend to tend to, so I'll leave you in Coulson's care," Hill announced.

She nodded goodbye to the people in the room and left. Coulson waited until she was gone, and then looked back at Angborn. The Asgardian had an amused look that he had seen on both Thor and Loki at some point.

"You have quarters across the hall in Room Ten that your visitor pass will unlock," Coulson informed Angborn. "There's a new set of clothes in there. The debrief can wait until you change."

Angborn took his cue. He bowed to Jane and then went outside was well.

"Coulson?" Jane asked.

"Yes Mrs. Foster?"

"If my lab has been secure I would like to go back and check out the damage. I was working on Project Nightview for SHIELD. If too much of my technology was destroyed in the fight I might to have to start over," Jane's voice was as simple as she could make it.

It would be better for Angborn if she wasn't here where she might say something that would give away his ruse.

"I'll see what I can do," Coulson promised her.

She took another sip of her tea with a grateful nod. Project Nightview was important to SHIELD, almost as much as Project Insight was. Jane had taken a break from working on it while Thor had been with her, but the completion of it was one of SHIELD's priorities.

Couslson stood and said goodbye to Mrs. Foster. He'd look into having her returned to Puente Antiguo right now, and doing so would also give Angborn some time to change and check out his new surroundings. The question was, Coulson thought as he walked back into the hallway, was Angborn allied with Thor or Loki?

Everyone knows that he's allied with Loki, but SHIELD doesn't. He he he. Won't they be surprised when they learn where Angborn's true loyalties lie? As i said, the events of Agents of SHIELD don't happen in my story so Tahiti is just an island and nothing more. Angborn better be careful what he says and he better not underestimate SHIELD and the humans like most Asgardians do or he's going to be caught quicker then he thinks.