Sif and the Warriors Three chased after their hot-headed companion. When he had screamed the name of his dead brother, they didn't know what to think. They thought that Thor was merely seeing things, but they half-hoped that he was actually right, and that their lost friend was sitting in the apartment.
Thor kicked through Brooke's door when she didn't answer. He ran down the hall and recognized it as where he saw Loki. He roared for his brother to show himself. Soft padding footsteps sounded behind him. He whipped around but was disappointed to see the young woman who was sleeping on him.
"YOU! You were with Loki, where is he now?! Tell me mortal!" Brooke slowly crept closer, not breaking eye contact. She moved then with blinding speed and stabbed at the large man. She stabbed his left arm so that he could not move it. He roared and summoned his hammer to him to fight. All sense of rationality gone, he was filled with the rage at being unable to find his brother and the audacity for this silent woman who was attacking him.
"THOR DON'T!" Sif yelled as she and Volstagg jumped at him to stop his hammer from sending lightning at Brooke. They were too late though, and Thor's lightning hit Brooke in her stomach. She froze and dropped to the floor convulsing as shocks spread throughout the pathways in her body.
"Thor! She is the one we must bring back! What have you done?!" Sif was screeching; she was so angry. Hogun had knelt down to help Brooke, while Fandral was trying to see down the open-buttoned top of her shirt. Volstagg was holding Thor back with the help of Sif's rebukes.
"How is the Allfather supposed to determine who she is now? She had to be conscious for it! This is just brilliant Thor, truly brilliant!"
"We must take her back to Asgard at once. The healers there can do more than I can." Hogun quietly stated from his place on the floor.
"Very well. Allmother! Lend us your magic!" Sif called and they were all beamed out of the apartment and landed in the throne room once more. The queen fell back against her husband and healers were called. They did all that they could for Brooke, but she had passed out and was now lying still on the floor.
"What. Happened. To. Her?!" Frigga screamed at her son. Thor was silent and paralyzed in fear of his mother. She let out an exasperated sigh and cradled Brooke's head. "This will be hard, but I can manage to see into her memories for proof." She said to Odin, who was also so scared he was cowering on his throne. She leaned forward and put her forehead on Brooke's. She stood up in Brooke's memories.
She looked about and saw a locked, bolted, chained steel door. This was the door shielding Frigga from Brooke's buried memories. The queen lifted her hand and held it in front of the door. She was unable to open the door, but was able to slip through a hole she made to look at the memories, but keep them locked away. What she saw made her gasp and cry. She watched her own sister and brother tell Brooke a story. It was the true story of why Loki was left in the Frost Temple. Her brother was recounting the tale from a Jotun he had befriended in one of his battles. Frigga had never even known this about her own son. She watched as her brother died in front of Brooke and her sister ran with Brooke as a baby. She watched a blinding light and they were on Midgard. She watched another spell be cast, the spell of an infinite sleep, on Brooke. Brooke was laid down and then everything went black.
Frigga was about to leave, but was stopped with a familiar voice.
"My name is Loki."
Frigga watched with wide eyes. This girl, who was indeed the Lost Princess of Asgard had met up with Loki. She saw her son once again. She was so happy when she watched Loki kiss Brooke, and when he stopped her from cutting her wrist.
Does this girl know that Loki is gone? The Queen wondered. She pulled out of Brooke's mind as Brooke began to stir.
Brooke opened her eyes and saw a woman in front of her. She recognized her from Loki's memory. Brooke shot up with her eyes wide. She had no idea where she was, she couldn't remember anything and there were seven people looking over her. Loki's mother was gazing at her with glistening, tearful eyes.
"Sigyn?" She asked. Brooke shook her head without taking her eyes off of each person in the room.
"You are wrong. My name is Brooke." She backed away, up against a golden pillar. She stood up and shifted her feet into a defensive position and brought her hands up.
"Do not be afraid, child." The man, Loki's father, said from his throne. "We will not harm you. You are one of us. We merely wanted to make sure, correct, Frigga?"
The woman nodded and smiled as she approached Brooke. Brooke backed up again, and was now pinned against the pillar. Frigga continued to advance, and all of the others were staring at her. So, Brooke did the only thing she could think of. She lunged at Frigga who skillfully dodged; but that was what Brooke wanted. As soon as she was past Frigga, she turned on her feet in one beat and sprinted out of the throne room.
"Follow her!" She heard Odin declare. She knew the other warriors standing about were chasing her. She bobbed and weaved in between various servants, guards and warriors quickly loosing those chasing her. She continued to run, but stopped in front of a large, dark door. Wishing to hide, she slipped in effortlessly.
Brooke found herself in a grandiose chamber. There was a fireplace on the left side of the wall, with a green chair and black table stationed in front of it, and a large desk on the right. In between, were large casings stuffed with books that reached from three-story-high ceilings, to the floor. Piles of books were strewn about, but were neatly stacked, as though there was merely no room for them on the shelves. A spiral staircase stood in the corner near the desk. She hastily dashed up and stared at the magnificent sight. On this floor was a bed, garnished with green, gold and black. It was large, able to comfortably hold two or three people, and stood back against the right wall. Opposite was a wardrobe, next to that, another door that led to a washroom. But, straight in front of her, was a balcony that gave an astounding view of the world around her.
With another look around the chamber, she saw that it appeared as though it hadn't been touched for years. The books and tables were full of dust, the bedclothes and upholstery on the chair were stiff, the fireplace was cold and vacant, the washroom void of any water.
She heard voices coming from below and dreadfully realized that she had left the door to this chamber open. It clanged open, loud, making Brooke jump and dive into the wardrobe. If she could hide, she wouldn't need to get violent and wouldn't need to hurt anybody. As she sat, curled in a ball with her face in her hands, she thought of how she left Loki in her apartment building, down in the laundry chute. She hoped he would be okay until she returned, that is, if she returned.
The voices grew louder as they went up the stairs and approached Brooke's hiding place.
