His anger was gone, now. I looked at his face; composed and normal, as if this was all part of his plan. I was really confused, and not just because he seemed so normal.

Your maybe-but-not-so-sure boyfriend is a dreaded frost giant, Darcy.

So basically…

He was a Frost Giant,

He was the God Of Lies, mischief, betrayal etc…

He technically killed his father,

And, obviously, His father was a war legend.

He wasn't the hero that everyone applauded….

He was the villain everyone feared.

That second I pitied him—though he really didn't look like he needed pity, I could feel a small fire that burned for acceptance. He was an outcast to Frost Giants, he was an outcast to Asgardians, he was an outcast to humans. He had no clue where he belonged. Though he was born to destroy and ruin things, he felt that longing to create something—and if he could, create somewhere where he belonged, where he fit in. Maybe another world full of mutts, mix-bloods, and misfits like him. His heart…it was full of goodness, but all he lived for, all he was born to do was hurt, betray lie, break, burn, ruin. I could feel the raging war inside of him, I could see it. His nature versus his wants.

You can't show him pity, Darcy. He is the god of lies he could be making this all up.

But why would he?

Who knows? You said yourself. He's definitely a man with a plan.

I just don't think he's lying….

And yes, I was arguing with myself. Suddenly I realized, that his inner conflict, became my inner conflict. His unsureness made me unsure…and slightly insane….

Insanity…

You know what else is insane?

Cliff divers…

Haha, what do they tell their mothers "If your friends jumped off of a bridge would you?"

"Uh, yeah mum, Its kinda my hobby…"

Ha..haha…hahaha….hahahahahahahahahahaha…. ohhhh… mother.

What was Loki's mother like?

Did he have a mother?

Darcy, you're getting off track again.

I opened my vision back to the real world—real-ish world.

I could the spot where we came in approaching. With our long strides, we go there quickly, and

then, Loki started pacing. He was obviously searching for a plan. Well, maybe not so obviously. I thought he had a plan.

He's definitely a man with a plan, Darcy, don't worry…act worried though.

Okay. This whole my-own-self-telling-me-what-to-do thing was freaking me out. It was like someone was in my brain bossing me around…oh wait..that is what it was…

"What are we going to –" before I finished he stopped and looked at me.

"We have to go back to Asgard!" I couldn't tell if he was excited or dreading it.

Back to Asgard.

Back to the place where he was hurt.

Would Thor do it again? Not with me there, I'm his friend….and I'm Jane's friend…

Wait! I am Jane's friend!

"Loki, I have a plan!"

I had a plan….Sort of…I hadn't really thought it through…I'll
let him judge.

"Yes, what is it?"

I spilled my ideas to him, and as I said it, a smile slowly caressed his face—that evil, and starting-to-be-sexy smile.

I was just shocked he didn't think of it.

Or did he?