Heimdall stood patiently while Loki ranted about, "Constantly being watched, hated, and criticized." Ida eventually, after five full minutes of Loki's speech, ended up on the floor with her feet up on her chair.

"Are you even listening?" Loki asked when he looked up and saw both Heimdall and Ida fidgeting and occasionally glancing at each other in recognition of their boredom.

"No offence my King, but I have also had to endure the previous King's complaints as well," the gate Keeper bowed, "I have heard these comments before."

Loki forced air out his nose and switched to his calm demeanor, "Well you came to check on her and now you have checked."

Heimdall nodded but remained before the King. He had come to see the guest but he was hoping to discover more about her voice. Loki knew why Heimdall was there; the gate keeper, for some unknown reason had been personally concerned with the new King. Heimdall had been close to Frigga but in truth his real loyalty resided in Thor, the God of Thunder. Depending on Loki's rule he might even lend his sword to Loki as well.

"Is it true?," Heimdall questioned, "Have you taken her voice?"

Loki sat up taller but his eyes had lost confidence, "I made a rash decision that cannot be altered," pausing, "It will come back in time." The gate keeper's eyes squinted in suspicion as he looked back over to Ida; she was up on her chair now, with new interest in the conversation.

"It might not be wise to have her here by your throne," Heimdall responded, moving on, "Might I be allowed to take her to the gate."

Loki's face crunched up in confusion, "Would you release her? Why would you want her there?"

"Sif and the others know of her presence, and they have a closer connection to Eir. I fear they want to over throw you," Heimdall answered, honestly.

Loki laughed silently, "It's no question they will try soon." The King looked to his left where Ida sat. She seemed idle of the conversation but it was not her hearing that was stolen it was her voice. If she had any protest to the comments or any input she did not show it.

Heimdall continued before Loki could reason against his proposal, "If she was with me at the gate, I could better protect her. I could see all from there. I could anticipate any moves and if the time comes I could escape with her, should her life be in danger."

Loki, still staring at Ida, started to agree, "Sif wouldn't kill her, but she is mine: I don't want her stolen. You may keep her in the mornings, I want her in the afternoons, and at night she stays in her room."

"Only mornings?"

"I like to sleep late," Loki replied.

Ida Looked over to Loki, she felt pressure being constantly stared at. If there wasn't someone talking to him he just stared at her. Even when he was talking to someone he stared. Ida knew that he was only thinking, but she also knew that no matter what he would be staring until she could answer his questions.

"Leave, I am going to go show her new room," Loki commanded. As Heimdall left the throne room, Loki ascended, lending out a hand to Ida. She accepted and stood up.

He led her through the palace first, even though he claimed he was only taking her to her room. Everything was so beautiful. Half the time Ida's eyes where watery; she was a talker, a singer, and a screamer. Not sharing her experiences and her excitement was killing her. The walls and floor lined with gold, the sun shining through all the windows leaving rainbows throughout the hallway: it was beautiful.

Even though Loki secretly frightened her and he did take her voice, she found herself to be suffering Stockholm syndrome. ( A case where a victim loves, or in some cases sympathizes with their abuser; a word Ida learned studying sociology and psychology). Loki was not necessarily an attacker and she was not in love with him but he was the only one who had really talked to her. In his own way he was trying to say sorry, and trying to be friendly.

"Out there is the gardens, no one visits them often," Loki pointed out one of the windows, "A society living off war find these things as a waste." He watched Ida stare at the window; he was interested in her reaction, wanting to know what kind of person she was. Once she acknowledged him she smiled and he glanced down then continued to walk on.

"This is your room," Loki motioned, as he turned a corner, "There are guards that will stand by. You will be safe; no one knows where this room is besides these two guards."

Ida nodded as Loki commanded them to open the doors and welcome her in. It was unnerving, the way that one guard, who was slightly less muscular than the other, looked at her. She disregarded it as Loki pulled her into the room.

"No one is to come in here at all unless to wake you," Loki assured and then slightly bowed his head before leaving the room. The doors closed behind him and the doors locked from the inside.

"He sees you as a friend," A voice proudly announced from the other side of the room.

Ida Jumped and tried to scream but as she turned she realized not only was she not able to scream but she had no reason to.