I head down the golden halls. I look out the windows at the Asgardian landscape. At least Eric and Dad know where I am this time. Knowing they won't worry as much calms my nerves. I walk towards Frigga's room. I figure I should say hi, not knowing how long I'll be here for.

I walk into her room to see a cauldron with fire, and a hologram of Loki in it.

"Always so perceptive about everyone but yourself," I hear her say to him, sadness in her voice and tears in her eyes.

"Grandmother," I say.

Frigga turns around startled and says, "Eydis."

"Can he see me?" I ask.

"Yes he can," Loki says, seriousness in his voice.

"Maybe it would be best if-," Frigga moves to end the connection but I stop her. Loki eyes widen in shock and confusion.

"Enjoying your prison cell?" I ask.

"As much as anyone can enjoy captivity," he says, "I'm sorry, did you not leave Asgard?"

"I did, but I couldn't stay away from your charming personality," I reply, sarcasm dripping off my lips.

"Your well, after your last visit?" he asks, care and worry on his face.

"Confused would be the better word," I say, "These memories keep coming back, and they don't make any sense to me."

"I don't have much control at what memories I bring to the forefront of your mind, just an idea of the emotions they carry." he explains, "I didn't mean to cause you confusion or pain, my little moon."

"You keep calling me that," I say.

"I've always called you that, from the day you were born."

"She didn't call me that though,"

Happiness and sadness spreads across his face in a twisted look of bittersweet emotion, "With Aluatrye, it was as if I were sea tides. She pushed and pulled my heart with only her presence, and with you it's the same. You were something else to her though. You were her light, her sun."

Looking down, I chuckle in disbelief, "She overestimated me."

"She didn't."

He reaches his hand out to me. I shake my head, disappointment filled me. I shouldn't be allowing myself to get close to Loki, Whatever fatherly inclination he had, it was gone by the time he attacked New York. Still I reach for his hand, but it falls through, and he disappears.

"That went better than your last meeting," Frigga says, I turn my head to her, startled. I had forgotten she was there.

"Uh, yeah, I guess," I say without confidence.

"So why are you back?" she asks, "not that I don't love having you here."

"Ask Thor. Something weird happened to Jane. Next thing I know I'm here, talking to my evil father, again," I sigh.

"More misguided than evil, stuck in the shadows of Thor and Odin," Frigga says, grabbing my arm and pulling me to the balcony.

"Well that misguidedness destroyed my home."

"Yes, well, troubled people do troubled things," She replies.

"I guess they do."

"Now, tell me about your life on earth, Heimdall says you have an admirer."

"Eric, he's sweet and he loves me, I love him too," I say, hesitantly.

"Then what's wrong?" She asks.

"I'm just… not ready for that," I explain.

"Better to wait then to rush things," Frigga says, pulling me into a hug, and leaving a kiss upon my head.