The tips of his fingers on my neck felt icy. Perhaps it was me who had suddenly gone cold.

I took a heaving breath and asked his inquiring face, "Who?" The edge of his mouth curved. His fingers traced down to my collarbone. "Does it matter? Do you not trust me?" he asked in a nearly joking manner.

To me it does matter. Very much so. "It is not that. It just seems quite unlikely that a difference will now be made to Lower Asgard. That is why I agreed for this...everything falls apart and like grains of sand slipping through my fingers, I cannot stop it." I replied hastily. I have much to say but time is definitely of the essence.

He looked down and pulled his hand away from me. The coldness stopped. He nodded his head slowly. "Indeed, love. But these precious last few hours I am still King must be put to use. Even the smallest changes can make the largest differences."

I don't know what I was expecting. I agreed, (Is agreed even the word for it? He called me his pet in the past, and I felt I owed him. Is it truly different now or I have fallen even more into a spell? I am sure he uses my affection for him against me, the way that making love last night was a front...Or perhaps not. Oh these dreadful feelings!) and told me where to go.

I left at once through the darkest hall that he spoke of. I came across no guards, and really no one at all. I came to the end and all there was, was a closed door that had someone inside of it, as well as a merry fire, as I could see the orange light under the door. Just to the right stood a large, open window, identical to the rest of the ones I had passed.

The outside faced away from Asgard mostly. It was now peaceful and nearly dark. I sat on the ledge, my feet dangling over, to a drop that couldn't be less than 10 stories up. I could hear occasional quiet voices from the closed door behind me. I nervously felt for my daggers and enclosed my fingers around them.

After the world had become completely dark, I knew the time had come. This is to help Lower Asgard. My friends, Jorh, everyone. I put my hood over my head, I had forgotten about my mask since yesterday. I placed my foot down on the thin edge, with my stomach towards the wall. There were plenty of things to grasp, but my feet had little room.

It seemed quite easy to shuffle across other than that, though. He said the third open window. I neared the window to the room with the fire place. I had to duck down, a nearly impossible task, to avoid being seen by the people within.

I tried to avoid looking in, but I saw two men lying on a rather large couch, facing out towards the skies. They would have seen me, had they not been asleep, or at least had their eyes closed. They embraced eachother closely, and seemed so at peace, so happy, that I wondered if I could ever be that way.

I fought a feeling of just letting go of the wall out of hopelessness when the innocent people of Lower Asgard stung my mind yet again. I continued on. Luckily I make very little noise when I move.

The next window was dark inside, so I tried to quickly duck under the ledge that protruded from the window. But I did it a slight bit too fast and my head smacked straight into the sharp corner.

I don't know what caused this outrageous strength, or perhaps luck. But instead of instinctively letting go and falling 10 stories due to the unbelieveable pain, my hands grasped the walls so hard that the heavy metal my gloves were made out of began to cause the wall material to crumble slightly.

The tortureous agony felt mind numbing. I wished to the guardians of Valhalla to relieve me from that pain. It would not have been so bad had that executioner not dropped his beheading axe straight onto my skull some weeks back, but he did.

I needed to sit, or lie down, or anything. But instead I stood there, silently screaming, for at least 10 minutes. I described it at the moment as someone shoving a stake into my head. Eventually it wore down and it did not hurt unless I strained my head or eyes. The fresh feeling of it would take days to wear off, though.

It took much longer to regain my composure and continue on my mission. My hands began to tire so I cautiously sat on the ledge. I should have offed that person nearly half an hour ago. I wonder if they're still even there?

I once more climbed along the wall, to the next window. The third one. Slowly I looked inside, and could see the dark silhoutte of a man in a chair, apparently cleaning some armor. A final flood of terror crept over me before noiselessly hopping in. Several candles lit up the area he sat in, but the rest of the room, thankfully, remained dark.

I slid only one knife from its sheath. To my horror, it made a noise just loud enough for him to stop wiping his wristplates. He did not turn his head, but calmly put the cloth on the table.

"Before you kill me, just let me see you, so I can remember your face in Valhalla." he said peacefully. What now? He took my no responce as a 'yes' and slowly turned around in his seat.

Even with the candlelight behind him, there was no mistaking it. It is difficult for me to forgot a face. It was the Captain of the Guards. The one who originally brought me to the City of the Gods, before Odin, to be executed.

"You?" he said, equally as shocked as me. "You little bitch...I thought Odin had you beheaded like the dog you are!" he stood up, attempting to come at me. I never learned hand-to-hand combat!

He had no weapon, but if I let him, he could easily do some severe damage to me. I picked up an object, I didn't have the time to see what it was, and threw it at his face. It appeared to be some sort of armor shining liquid. He yelled either in disgust or pain. In these spare seconds I extinguished all the candles, leaving it in almost completely darkness, save the moonlight spilling in from the window.

"Where'd you go, you filthy rat?" he said, looking around in a fury. "You Lower Asgardians are all the same! Sneaky, thieving rats! I don't regret making you suffer one bit! When I'm through with you, I'll start using the children for target practice!" he said to the darkness, facing away from me.

Those last words he said made me not regret silently stepping behind him and slitting his throat. Listening to those last desperate gurgles and his body collapsing, I had little reaction. Now I know what he was truly like. Regardless, looking at his body made me feel slightly ill, so I made for the window quickly. But before I did, I left a prayer, but a different one this time.

"Wicked men may be cursed, but innocents are forever blessed. May this soul be left to roam Hel for his evil, and my sins forgiven."

Just as I had ducked out of view from the window, I heard the door from the Captain's room open. Apparently several people saw this, his dead body on the middle of the room, a pool of blood around his head.

I quickly scurried back to the hall, wanting to leave that unpleasant memory where it lies, literally. I entered the hall, and saw Loki still sat on the throne. As I approached him, he dismissed the two guards, leaving us alone, except for the guards at the far end.

"Was that some sort of, I don't know, joke?" I asked, stepping up the golden steps. He didn't move his head, but he held his hand to his face in a sort of worrisome manner. "No, I thought you might enjoy it. Not to mention he was very loyal to Odin, so an informer out the way is good news." he said. I couldn't disagree. I suppose I was still anxious now knowing I am resposible for the death of two people.

"I have sent the destroyer to Thor." he said. I sat down on the top step, facing towards him. "To kill him?" I asked, trying to calm myself from all the stress and worries. He didn't repond for a moment. But he finally said, "Perhaps. The Warrior's Three joined him. Heimdall is a traitor."

All went quiet for some time, before I said quietly, "He...recognized me. Not as 'the prisoner' but as Skye Arteag." Before he could respond, four men barged in through the doors. They saluted Loki and knelt down. "My King, the Captain of the Guard, Curion, has just been found dead!" one of them said, nearly in tears.

"How tragic, he was one of my father's finest. Any ideas as to who might have done this horrid crime?" Loki said, almost boredly. "No, my King, we do not know. His throat was cut only moments before I arrived." the others around him remained quiet.

"So the killer is likely still close. Guard!" Loki called. One of the guards saluted and kneeled at the bottom of the steps. "A murderer is roaming freely nearby. Send patrols out immediately." he said. The guard left. "Thank you, my King." he said, and they all left.

After the doors closed, I looked to Loki. His eyes remained on the door and said, "Oh, you're quite welcome."

He stood up and decended down the stairs. "Come, Skye. We haven't much time. We must go to the Bifrost." I didn't have to ask why. The only safe place any more for me is undoubtedly another planet. He motioned for a guard, and the guard gave him something. He gave it to me. My mask, the one that was ripped off. I put it on as we took two horses and rode swiftly to the end of the Bifrost.

Heimdall stood proudly, his sword perched in front of him honorably. Loki swiftly dismounted. "Tell me, Loki, how did you get the Jotuns into Asgard?" I heard Heimdall ask. Loki's anger grew. "You think the Bifrost is the only way in and out of this realm? There are secret paths between the worlds, to which, even you with all your gifts are blind. But I have need of them no longer, now that I am king. And I say that for your act of treason, you are relieved of your duties as gatekeeper and no longer citizen of Asgard!"

Heimdall lifted his great sword, and I quickly jumped off the horse. "Then I need no longer obey you." he said. And just then, before my eyes, Loki conjured some sort of power I had never seen. It froze Heimdall right where he stood.

And I could see Loki actually turn into a Jotun. He was blue all over, with piercing red eyes. He looked almost completely unrecognizable. I wanted to touch his skin, just to see what it was like, but I held my hand back, and instead my eyes looked to Heimdall's frozen body, his great sword nearly touching Loki where he stood.

Unflinching, he turned to me. He was strangely beautiful in this blue form of his. We walked inside, and he returned to his normal, Asgardian flesh.

Laufey and two Jotuns stood in front of the portal. Loki approached them slowly. "Who is she?" Laufey asked, worried that Loki could be tricking him. "She is an assassin, and is on our side. Now come...let me show you to Odin."

Loki told me to wait here with the Jotuns. They made me feel uneasy, but I stayed put nonetheless. As they left, my eyes kept glancing over to the frozen Heimdall. He made me feel uneasy. Did Loki not have the heart to kill him?

The Warrior's Three and Sif had been allowed to Midgard. And now Heimdall stands frozen before me, surely nothing could go wrong. And only when a feeling of comfort began to fill me, I hear the faintest crack. What? Where could that be from?

The Jotuns looked around, and all of our eyes finally settled on Heimdall. He was breaking free! Even with two guards and my abilities, attacking him would be suicide. The Jotuns failed to realize this, so I climbed the outside of the Bifrost before I heard the shattering of his icy encasement. He easily killed the two Jotuns and charged inside. The Bifrost swung around, allowing Thor to return.

In a split second he flew down the bridge, much too fast for me to catch him. Heimdall followed after him. This feeling of worthlessness began to annoy me. Just as I was to jump down, I see the Warrior's Three and Sif standing there, talking eagerly. Eventually Sif, Fandral and Volstagg began a steady jog to the City of the Gods. Hogun stopped for some reason behind them.

I took this moment to take out my daggers and jump down just behind Hogun, my knives poised. Just before I took a fatal swipe, he dodged away from me, but I did manage to severly injure his arm. He yelled out in pain and the rest of them turned around.

They had gone quite far without noticing Hogun stopping to recover from an injury he sustained on Midgard. As soon as they saw Hogun falling over and me standing over him, they charged back like ravenous animals.

For obvious reasons (such as the fact that I could not take four angry warriors on alone) I crept inside the Bifrost and climbed the walls, grabbing on to decorative lines for support. I faded into the already-dark ceiling, hoping they would assume I traveled to another planet. Luckily, they did just that.

I suppose in a way, you could say these last few minutes I grasped onto the walls were the last time I would be as innocent as I was. Like a child growing into an adult overnight, realizing life is not as sweet and pleasant as it once seemed. Because in just a few short moments, my life would change forever...and not for the good.