a/n: it was brought to my attention by yasmin that I messed up in Ch6 :( I couldn't for the life of me remember who was younger/older as far as Loki/Thor were concerned. Thor is older. I had it written that way, but oh well, guess I changed it at some point. Thanks!

SEVEN

Kass opened her eyes to the warm sensation of fingers tracing her skin. She smiled at the sight of Loki across from her. "Good morning?" she questioned, her eyes darting around the room to see if there was any trace of sunlight.

"Something like that I believe."

The feel of his touch made her very aware of the fact that they were both still naked. A sheet was draped over her in places, but it didn't do anything. "I think I should get going now."

"You're more than welcome to stay if you'd like," he offered.

Kass smiled again and moved forward to place her lips against his briefly. "Another time."

"Another time," he repeated and watched as she got up to gather her things. He admired the way she tried to act casual even though he could tell she was rushing to get her clothes back on. Humans and their modesty intrigued him. "Would you like company on your ride back?"

She paused putting on her bra and turned to smile at him over her shoulder. "You know what, yeah. I would like that. Thank you," she said and continued getting dressed.


Fury paced the meeting room as his guests watched his every move. "We need to discuss the extraction."

"I believe immediate extraction would be useless," Thor said.

"I agree," Breyanna stated before Fury could argue. "I would like to talk to the woman of my visions before removing her from her home."

"And just what do you plan on telling her exactly?" he asked.

"She needs to know of her heritage. Her powers are beginning to manifest and I intend to help her discover them before they get out of hand. She is a princess and needs to be made aware of it as soon as possible."

"We cannot afford lengthy meetings," Fury insisted. "The longer we hold off on making a move, the longer Loki has to sniff out that we're up to something. One mention of Breyanna's appearance and Loki will vanish. He knows when mischief is upon him."

"I only ask for the time I need. Nothing more, nothing less," Breyanna said, her voice stern to convey that she would not take no as an answer.

Fury stared at her, his eyes spewing anger, but eventually nodded. "Do we even have a location?"

"I am not familiar with your locations on Midgard. I do not know how to accurately convey a location for you."

"On Asgard we have a way of presenting visions of the mind to one another. Do you have any technology that would allow us to do something like that?" Thor asked, looking around the room.

"I think Stark could figure something out for us," Fury said, looking at the man in the chair who appeared not to be listening.

"Oh he will, will he?"

"Stark-"

"Yeah, yeah," he said, waving at Rogers. "I'll figure something out."


The room was filled with light casting bright shadows and rainbow prisms all around. She turned to greet the man that entered, smiling widely as Loki filled her vision. "You look dashing with that crown above your head."

"It will look even better when you wear the matching one."

"You flatter me," he said, his voice tight, his smile fading as he took her head and pressed his lips to it.

"I meant what I said, Loki. I wish for nothing more than to have you rule by my side."

He reached up to touch the side of her face. As the pad of his thumb gently stroked her cheek, he said, "It is your throne to claim, Sigyn, not mine."

"A queen is free to choose her king; even if that king is mischievous by nature."

He pulled her to him and placed a passionate kiss upon her lips. When they broke apart, he led her to the standing mirror at the other side of the room. He stood behind her, his arms winding around her waist. "I will stand behind you if that is your wish, but as I said, it is your throne, Sigyn."

Her eyes went to the mirror and surprise washed over her at the sight that filled her vision.

The sound of someone knocking pulled her violently from the vision, so much so that she turned her head to the side and retched, barely missing the bed. "Kass? You okay?" came Tegan's voice from outside the door.

"No. What do you want?" Kass called, wiping at her mouth.

Tegan opened the door anyway and looked at her friend with surprise and concern. "What the hell? I've been knocking for like ten minutes. You scared me. I was starting to think you vanished again." She stopped as she noticed the pile of vomit on the floor. "Kass?"

"I'm fine, you just woke me up from a vision. I don't think it was supposed to end where it did."

"I'm so sorry," she said and offered a small smile. "I'll clean it; don't move," she ordered and went about the apartment for supplies.

Kass leaned back and closed her eyes as she thought about the most recent vision. Loki had been in it again, but this time he had used a different name. It had been her in the mirror and she had known it was her throughout the vision, but that name...she had never heard someone call her that before. Had she? She shuddered slightly. "Sigyn," she whispered. How could something so absurd and foreign sound so right?

When Tegan came back in, she stared at Kass, pulling her from her thoughts. "But seriously, though. Where were you?"

"I met someone," she replied, shifting her focus.

"Excuse me?"

"The one that saved me a few nights ago. I ran into him at the show and we hit it off. I ran into him again last night on my way home and I went back to his place," she said, trying to seem casual even though she was a nervous wreck inside. "My phone was dead and I fell asleep for a little bit. He dropped me off not long ago, but you were still at work."

"Seriously? Details. Now," she demanded, smiling from ear to ear at the prospect that her friend had some juicy details to dispense.

Kass wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, but she knew Tegan wouldn't let her, not after dropping this on her. "Fine, but let's finish cleaning this first," she said. "Then I'll tell you everything."


Loki smirked from his position on the couch. "No need to lurk, Amora."

The sorceress stepped out of the shadows, the after effects of her spell swirling around her. "What are you doing?"

"Sitting," he replied. "I thought that was rather obvious."

"You know what I mean." She looked around the room before settling her gaze back on him. "You are distracting yourself. Have you even gone to see Anikka yet?"

"She gave me the price of my freedom."

"And?"

"And I'm searching for it."

"I'm sure," Amora scoffed, folding her arms across her chest.

Loki tipped his head to the side and used his powers to appear before her. "I may be a fugitive, but I am still your leader. You may want to consider that the next time you dare question me."

She looked down. "My apologies."

He took a half step back. "Any progress on your end?"

"Skurge is having better luck than I am."

"Then why so quick to lecture me?"

Amora looked at him with defiance. "Because Thor is here on Midgard. He arrived not long ago and he brought someone with him."

"Who?"

"They say she is Vanir."

"A seer," Loki mused and began to pace. "I assume they met with Fury and his team of heroes."

"Fury?" Amora questioned.

Loki shook his head. "You're better off not knowing. You should continue your search and I would advise not returning until you have something."

"Loki-"

"Go," he demanded.

Amora inclined her head, but Loki knew she was angry. "As you wish," she spat and disappeared.

As soon as the last remnants of her spell had gone, Loki made the decision to go see Anikka again. He wanted to give her an update without revealing anything. At first, his plan had been to bring Kassandra in the next time he saw her. However, that plan went out the window the exact moment he saw her again. There was something about her that kept him from handing her over and after their last encounter, it was going to take some convincing to do just that. He needed Anikka to give more information. If she wanted this girl, she was going to have to tell him why.

It didn't take long to find Anikka's little hideout the second time around, especially since he used his own magic. He entered the building without hesitation, just as he had the first time. Anikka was sitting behind a desk, her eyes glued to the monitor in front of her. "Mr. Laufeyson. I did not expect to see you so soon."

"What is so special about this human?" he asked, not bothering to respond with pleasantries.

"I told you once that it was none of your business."

"And I heard you, but if you want me to bring her to you, I demand to know more. For instance, what will happen to her once you have her?"

Anikka stared at him for a moment before her lips curved into a dangerous smile. "You found her."

Loki's face remained unchanged at the accusation. "Answer my questions."

"You found her and you are starting to fall for her," Anikka stated, her voice flat and unamused. She rolled her eyes again. "She is wanted by some powerful people and she is the reason I am where I am today. The people that want her will be able to break the bonds that hold me and I will be free to use my true power once that happens."

"So they'll kill her."

"Just as you killed hundreds a week before. She is just one life in this universe." She stood up and came around the counter to stop right before him. "You agreed to this bargain and I do not look kindly upon those that disappoint. With or without my true power, I am stronger and deadlier than you can imagine. Do I make myself clear?"

Loki stared at her, but inclined his head slowly. "Crystal," he replied before taking his leave.