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It had been hours since they had said anything and people were getting worried that maybe they really did kill each other. Those of the Avengers and X-Men that weren't doing anything were watching the monitors that Fury set up to watch Loki and Freyja.

"What the hell are they doing?" Steve asked.

"They are currently sleeping, Captain. Miss Stark is easily fatigued due to her current condition and Loki is fatigued due to the amount of magic it takes to keep the room a suitable temperature for Miss Stark." JARVIS said. The AI still bothered some of the S.H.I.E.L.D agents and some of the X-men.

"Oh…Thank you JARVIS." Steve said.

"You're quite welcome, Captain." JARVIS said.

"Captain. I want you to go wake Loki up and see if you can get some answers out of him, seeing as how Miss Stark is not being useful." Fury said.

"Yes sir." Steve said. He got up and walked down to Loki's room. When he got there he went around to where Loki was and tapped the glass.

"Wake up Loki." He said. Loki's eyes shot open and he glared at the Steve.

"Here to question me Captain?" he asked.

"Those are my orders." Steve said. He was beginning to wonder why Loki was still helping Freyja. When Loki didn't say anything he sighed heavily. "What is it going to take to get you to change sides?" he asked.

"What makes you think I would change sides?" Loki asked.

"Well, she thinks you will." He said nodding towards Freyja. Loki looked back to look at the sleeping girl and snorted.

"If you think some little mortal is going to change my mind, you are sorely mistaken, Captain. Even my 'brother' couldn't change my mind." Loki said.

"From what I know, she can surprise you." Was all Steve said before he turned and walked out of the room.

Loki went and sat down on the bench next to Freyja.

~Loki's POV~

My mind was reeling. There was no way some mortal women was going to make me change my mind.

You can't fool yourself. You feel for her the way you felt for Sigyn. Said the annoying voice in my head. I shook the thought from my head and looked at the mortal, trying to fit her into my plans.

So you plan on getting her killed? The voice asked.

"Why would it matter?" I answered, realizing that I shouldn't answer myself.

Do I need to speak like a Midgardian? You love her! Come to terms with her and maybe we won't die! The voice yelled.

"You think I-we're in love with that mortal! Don't be foolish, I am a God! No mortal, mutant or otherwise, can defeat me!" I yelled.

"Wanna see otherwise, Oh King of Loudness?" came the scathing voice of said mortal. I looked over at the mortal and scowled at her.

"Right, because I'm real scared of that. Y'know, it's not mentally healthy to be talkin' to yourself." she said. I stayed quiet and continued glare at the mortal, wondering what she would say next.

"Riddle me this, Loki, why would Stryker want your help? He's not the kind of man to be ruled, more like the ruler. Or the mad scientist that experiments on the freaks." She said, not bothering to hide the bitterness in her voice at that last part. I was about to speak when I was interrupted by that damned voice.

"Miss Stark, Director Fury wants to know how much progress you are making." That voice, JARVIS, said.

"Tell him I got nothing and I'm not going to get anything. He's far too stubborn to talk to and I honestly don't have the fight left in me to do anything about it." She said. There was an underlying sarcasm when she said that and I couldn't figure out why.

"I shall tell him that you don't have anything yet then. Might I suggest that you try showing Mr. Loki your dream? Perhaps that may help you change his mind." JARVIS said.

"I'm standing right here." I said. I was annoyed that this JARVIS ignored me.

"My apologies, Mr. Loki, perhaps you should take a look at Miss Stark's dreams then." He said.

"Thank you, JARVIS, and tell someone that I'm in major need of some pain medication." She said. She sighed and looked over at me. "I'm sorry about him; he's not use to so many people being around."

"Who is he?" I asked. I was curious as to who this person was who wasn't treating me like a criminal, other than Freyja.

"He's an AI my father created." She said.

"What is an AI?" I asked. I hadn't forgotten about her previous question, I just chose not to think about it.

"Or right, sorry. AI stands for Artificial Intelligence. He's basically a computer with the mental functions of a human. He can talk and think, so to speak, but he cannot feel emotions. Basically, he doesn't give a damn about who you are or what you've done. That's why he treats you just like everyone else." She said with a shrug.

"Someone ordered the painkillers?" someone asked. Freyja looked over and smiled.

"That'd be me, thanks Pyro." She said.

"Why do they call you Pyro?" the question came out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

"I can control fire." He said, flipping open some contraption and making the flame that appeared bigger. "My sister can create it." He added.

"That's why you normally see them together all the time." Freyja said taking the small bottle from the boy. She didn't even bother hiding the smirk that made its way on to her features.

"For the record I think you're absolutely insane." Pyro said.

"Thanks for the confidence. Oh and tell Logan that Victor's with Magneto this time 'round will you?" Freyja asked casually. Pyro looked confused and nodded slowly, apparently not knowing who this Victor was. "He's Logan's brother." She clarified.

"Oh…didn't know he had a brother." Was all Pyro said as he walked out.

"There's something I don't get, why choose Earth? I mean, I know why, kind of, but why not Asgard? Or Jotunheim? Wouldn't that be a better revenge, using the Frost Giants to destroy the Asgardians?" she asked. For the life of me I couldn't understand this…mortal. She is genuinely curious about me and doesn't seem to care about what I've done.

"…" I didn't have an answer for her. Midgard seemed like the easiest of the nine realms to conquer.

"Forget I asked that…I've been asking too many questions anyways…" she said before falling silent. I looked at her, she's had something to say since she's been in here. Something was wrong.

"What's wrong, Freyja?" I asked, going to her side. She was clutching her head and was doubled over. When she looked at me her eyes were completely silver.

"Premonition…The really vivid ones hurt…" she said through clenched teeth.

~POV change to Freyja for premonition only~

This one was so vivid, I doubt it is a premonition. I looked around and noticed that I was somewhere in Great Britain, somewhere in the countryside. There was mist everywhere and a figure was standing in the middle of the field with his back turned to me.

"Ah…I finally got through your mental defenses. You've gotten better, Sister." The figure said turning around. He a very sharp, angular face with shaggy brown hair and bright blue eyes. He gave me a toothy grin, showing off very pointed canines.

"F-Fenrir? Is that really you?" I asked. My voice sounded so small compared to how deep his had gotten.

"In the flesh, so to speak. Why so…surprised? Did Loki not tell you?" he asked.

"Did he not tell me what?" I asked.

"That I was alive? Then again, the fool never would have known. For someone who's the God of Lies, I'm surprised that he was so easily manipulated by someone like Stryker. The man's-"

"How are you alive? I saw you flat line…I…I saw you die!" I yelled. Tears pricked my eyes and I looked at my brother, wondering what happened to the kid I once knew.

"My magic kept me alive. It was a…primal instinct to ensure my survival. You see, dear Sister, we are much closer to our namesakes than our mother ever thought we would be. You see, when she named you after the Norse Goddess, Freyja, you made a bond with her. She is the reason you're not dead yet because you don't get your magic from the original source, Odin. Our maternal ancestor was cursed by Frigg, meaning that every female born to that line was cursed, the males on the other hand were spared because they didn't pass down their magic." He said.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked while he paused.

"Don't interrupt me. My namesake on the other hand is just some child of Loki, thus the wolf like characteristics. My powers come from Odin. The reason I tell you this, Sister, is because this would be not be fun if you died too soon. I would not however, use your magic to try and purge the poison from your veins. This will only cause you to die." He said. I frowned and nodded, slowly piecing together everything my mother told me and what Fenrir's telling me now.

"Fine, I don't know what your game is but I will win." I said. There had to be a reason he was telling me all of this, because Stryker never would have let him do that. There must have been something left of the little boy I practically raised if he wanted me to know all of this.

"My game is simple, it's to see who is truly the better sibling." He said. As he said that a game board appeared in front of us and row by row it filled up with different chess pieces. His side was the black side and his pieces were various wolf-like figures. The varied from wolves to wolf-human hybrids to full on werewolves. Mine were on the white side and were warriors with varying types of armor and rank, with the queen and king being the most ornately decorated pieces. I couldn't help but marvel at the beautifully crafted pieces; they were carved out of solid onyx and ivory.

"Should have known, what better way to keep track of everything than to use a chess set." I said looking more closely at the pieces. I watched in awe as his King morphed into a werewolf smaller than the rest but had on some silver armor. His Queen morphed into a bigger, yet more feminine, one with more silver armor. Those were the only ones that had a realistic coloring and armor on.

My Queen, on the other hand, stayed pretty much the same, the only difference was the scepter she held in one hand, it had a blue gem in the center of the top. She had a blue looking cube in her other hand, it radiated coldness. Her armor was completely silver with a blue tint, which matched the rest of my pieces. My King was taller than the queen and he had golden armor; what wasn't armor was a silky green cloth. In his right hand was a long golden spear and in his left was a blue cube that radiated energy.

"Loki…" I breathed. How could he be my king if he didn't accept the fact that we were fated together?

"Oh, yes, very good. You deduced that your King is Loki, but can you guess my Queen?" Fenrir asked. I shook my head and he just laughed. "I'm not destined to have anyone by my side. So there's only one suitable choice, the only living female related to me." He said.

"Me?" I asked. How could I be on both sides if I clearly had my own side?

"Yes. You must tread carefully, Sister. You must choose your moves carefully, or neither of us will make it." He said. I looked up at him and noticed and change in his eyes, before they were cold and hard, now they were softer and scared. So my brother was still in there and this was his way to plead for help.

"Fine, Stryker will not win this, I will get my baby brother back." I said, and with that I was back in Loki's holding cell.