I can remember when we did things together, Thor and I. It feels like it was so long ago, but it's not. I know its not. Thor pauses outside that foolish courtyard. "You could come back to Asgard.. Mother wants to see you Loki."

"Hmm." I'm not really paying attention anymore, I'm eyeing all the people, the Shifters moving stone, their bowed backs and somber expression. So many have tears dried on their faces, they look at me and then over to where she must be, all silence. All sadness, as I get closer I know exactly where she is, they all stay a way from there and a canopy has been set up over the area so the sun can't touch her.

I drag my feet a little, I can see the dried red everywhere, that's when I realize that Thor truly has not seen her before this.

He wouldn't let me see her like this, I can't find her face, it's all pieces of bone and so much red, flesh and skin all crushed against the stone floor.

It's not her, Name isn't this red smeared, tangled, dried to the ground, mess. It is what's left of her and its not her, something in me crumbles, tears stream down my face and Thor stands stock still, shocked at how destroyed she is. How completely ruined she is.

I don't know what to say so I just sit down, staring at her. I know how I must look sitting here, hands holding my head and my hair everywhere as I just stare at her with wide eyes. At least I stopped crying.

That's something after all. Thor stands there for some time but eventually leaves, but not before wrapping his cloak around me and no doubt giving the Shifters a warning glare before leaving.

I sag in on myself the longer I sit here, like an old building that's no one tries to maintain anymore. Shifters leave me alone, simply removing more of the destruction. I listen to the near silent whispers they exchange, 'such a shame, so much history here'

'She was so much better now'

'a shame, so much potential'

'Poor thing'

Stark stops by, he stands there, opening and shutting his mouth a few times until he settles for just squeezing my shoulder. I see Natasha watching from a distance, I then realize she has been there before I came. I don't know how I missed her red hair.

Barton walks around a wall, sees me, and turns around. The Captain is behind him, he stands there for a bit, staring at me and Name before leaving as well.

It is, oddly, Fury's visit I like best. He just drops a pack of papers in my lap. "I figured you'd want to know what started this, so far it's been narrowed down to a radical clan of Shifters who got ticked off by a human, brawl spread. Seems this place is pretty delicate and couldn't take the stress. You saw the rest." He shifts his feet. "I would say I'm sorry for you, but I'm not. I am sorry for her. Seems I made an agreement with Name, peace agreements went through, you've been given a clear record as she demanded."

I blink at that, he must have pulled quite a few strings to do that. For Name.

I sigh. "Thank you Director."

"Yeah." He shifts a foot, "So, one of my Agents wants to speak with you and I figured you'd want to prep a little." I turn my head towards him, eyebrows raised. "Yes, him. He's weaponless so I wouldn't be too concerned."

I turn back to Name and he leaves.

-(0)-

I am slightly curious as to why they aren't moving Name, then again… Most of her is plastered to the ground. I wonder, how do you move a person who's stuck to the ground like her? How morbid, so morbid I almost don't notice him. He hovers behind me, two coffees in hand and a placid expression.

"I suppose you've never had coffee before?" He hands me the plastic cup. "It's an acquired taste, but I think you'll like it."

I wrapped my palms around the paper cup, it's hot and smells strongly. "Why are you here."

He sighs. "If this was a fairytale I would say this all drove me to such compassion that I feel bad for you, but I think I wanted to see you miserable."

"Hmm." I take a sip of it. It's hot and burns my mouth most painfully, leaving that odd, prickly feeling. It makes me glad I can't really taste it because what I can is appalling. "Bitter."

"Yes." He settles down next to me. "I suppose I am. So is coffee."

I smile softly at his dry humor, intentional or not. I shift the cup in my hand slowly. "So."

He takes a long sip. "So, what are your plans?"

"Thor offered to take me back to Asgard." I murmur quietly, I've never spoken to people I failed to kill before.

"You should take it, just because your record is good now doesn't mean people are going to like you." He frowns. "Hmm, but didn't you and Name have a house?" He asks in a way, with that dry, dry tone that tells me he is absolutely certain of the house, its location, and has memorized it's layout.

"…Yes." How does he know? Then again, he is an Agent of Shield. And Name wasn't very concerned with them. Or anyone or anything.

"I imagine you can stay there, however I'd be careful. The world's… Mildly interested into beating the shit out of you. Besides finances."

"I imagine." He gets up, "You were right."

"Mm?"

"I lack conviction."

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Chandra shows up the next morning, her eyes are swollen and red, she's always been severe but now she's almost emotionless.

She seems a little angry with me even, I suppose I deserve it. Name wouldn't have been there if I hadn't been, she wouldn't have been there if I had just stopped arguing, she would have left.

So, its my fault logically. I know her anger, contain as it is, is completely reasonable. But it's irritating, if she hates me I want her to say it out loud and to my face.

No more of those hard, accusing eyes and tight words. No more of her insistent help. I knew she didn't like me, I 'm Name's Mate, Chandra wanted to be that. But she seems to be the type that must be fully justified before lashing out, she couldn't do that because she never was with Name in anything more than a platonic level. And she can't now for the same reason.

I know, Shaelyn mentioned it more than once.

So I can't help but be a little confused and irritated at how Chandra's helping me, she's all stiff and determined, like she can't wait to get this done and over with. So why doesn't she? No one but Thor would try to stop her from forcing me on a plane and dumping me in the castle.

But she doesn't, I know she's waiting for me to say it, bring me home Chandra. I don't want to be here anymore.

I glance at her in the corner, all tense and tight faced on her chair, hands folded in her lap, she's the perfect image of polite fury. I suppose, I did leave her in here to stew for an hour while I wandered the halls. "Chandra." I whisper softly, sitting up on the couch. "Would you like to see Name?"

She blinks and her mouth slips open a little before she remembers to shut it. "I.. No, I don't." She dips her head like she's ashamed. "I was informed.. Of her current state, I handle a great deal of her paperwork. They thought it was appropriate to tell me shortly after it-She died."

Chandra spits out the last bit with a little defiance, like Name being dead isn't going to cow her. Suddenly, Chandra's golden eyes relax with a contemplativeness that I don't like. "I am aware you're brother wishes to bring you to Asgard; however, Stark, well, Virginia Potts, offered you a floor in the Stark Towers, it is a reasonable idea." Virginia? Chandra must not notice my confusion, Stark has a woman? He must otherwise this 'Virginia' couldn't make such an offer. "I think it would be wise as Name has no will.. Her belongings will be liquefied and given to the next All-Face. You have no money, you can't access her funds, you'll lose the castle."

She smirks at my frown. "Did you think she was born into money? She ran away from her family, she did have a few jobs, but they were short lived and didn't make that kind of money. The money she had is because of an All Face who long ago decided to start an account that would provide funding for the other All-Faces, it is supervised by the Vavatonem."

"Oh, I suppose I should accept the offer?" I purse my lips tersely, I don't really.. Know how I should feel?

"Yes, yes, you should." She pulls a bag into her lap, "I think you may want these, Shaelyn helped." She gives it to me gingerly, "Name was sentimental at times, she kept a box of ticket stubs and such from your trips, two albums of pressed flowers, and some other bits and pieces that Shaelyn didn't explain. Also, I went through her bags while you were out." She hands me a leather bound book and Name's phone. I stare at Chandra, why is she giving me her book? It's her book certainly, she was reading it when I came back.

"Name's journal, and I know she has more picture on that phone than I knew she was capable of taking, she hated taking pictures and posing for them." Journal? Chandra was reading her journal? I swallow uneasily, I want to read it. But I won't, that'd be an invasion of privacy, you don't disturb the dead.

"Chandra…." She raises a thin brow. "Thank you." I finish. She read Name's journal.

"Yes, so, I have to admit I assumed you would take Virginia up on the offer and the flight is tomorrow. Shaelyn is taking care of the castle and plans on sending you whatever she thinks is of relevant importance, last I heard Messina was going to help her." She adds thoughtfully.

I nod tiredly, I don't really want to leave but… What can I do here?

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