a/n: from here onwards we will be facing the point of view of Alfdís for the next couple of chapters. I hope you'll enjoy.

xlokiswolfx - thank you very much for your favourising, your following as well as your very kind review. Since the direct ages of Asgardians are not exactly supportive in finding a relation, the best I can do is give you a physical and mental approximation for Alfdís and the others. Alfdís is currently about 15 years old, Loki therefore 18, Thor about 20 and the others are lying in between that range. I always try to put age relations in my chapter when some larger changes to that happen, so keep an eye out for that. ;)

Before I even had the chance to react, Loki has disappeared out of sight already. For a little while I stood rooted to the spot, until I finally started to move towards home, touching my cheek absentmindedly, where he pecked it. I was confused. That was not the Loki I knew. He made a vow for me. He kissed me. He made a vow!

I tried to wrap my head around it. Was there more to him than I already knew? Did he actually have a softer side to him? More gentle? Was it possible that I actually had noticed before, and that's why I befriended him in the first place. My head was spinning. So much so, that I didn't even notice it when I arrived at home until father spoke to me. "Alfdís, where have you been? I lost sight of you!"

I blushed a deep red, but as I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks I used my magic to make them look as pale as ever, "Did anyone ever tell you that your constant watching is actually freaking creepy?"

I asked as I quickly paced to my room and slammed the door into father's face before anything more could have been said. Subconsciously I knew that I had to expect reprecussions for that, but right now I didn't care. What the hell was Loki htinking, hugging and kissing me like that? And what was that feeling of all my intestines bundling themselves up into this tight knot when he did? What the fuck was going on here? As I lay on the bed, thinking all this through, I fell into an uneasy slumber.

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I lay on the ground of what seems to be the rainbow bridge. Around me fifty or so times of the same man, that can't be anybody else than the adult Loki, who looks down at me laughing manically. Feeling a combination of pain and anger, as well as an unbelievable love, I close my eyes for a brief moment.

As I open them again, I look down on the person beneath me, Thor by any means of logic. Indside me, I am filled with an overwhelming feeling of grief, despair and loneliness. I hear a loud cry of "enough" and get thrown back with a strong force that reminds me something almost forgotten, that I had experienced as a child. Watching numbly as Thor starts destroying the bridge. I try to stop him, yelling "If you destroy that bridge, you will never see her again!"

My insides chrun, knowing that I am not only talking about his girl, as the bridge collapses and we get thrown off. I cling to the staff I had in my hand earlier, the other side of which is held by Thor who, in turn is held by Odin. I hear myself say "I could have done it father. I could have done it. For you. For all of us!"

"No, Loki!", his words are barely more than a whisper, but arrive in my whole body stronger than any yell. As the last drop of hope disappears from my heart I let go, wishing that my fall will relieve me from all the pain and emptiness that has filled me over centuries, and I will never have to feel anything again.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" tossing and turning, I woke up with my pillow wet and my cheeks streaming with tears. Father came rushing in to see what has happened to me.

"Alfdís! Are you okay?" he sat down on the side of my bed, trying to wipe away my tears. I brushed away his hands ann hid my face in my own, my knees to my chest, as I forced myself to calm down and remember that I was simply dreaming.

Every second of that dream was so vivid and clear, that it appeared to have been acctualy happening. I started muttering to myself, "but if that is actually going to happen, I would have been there to help. I would always try to help him, in whatever way possible and necessary! Unless..."

My voice trailed off as I remembered the well of negative emotions inside me when I seemed to be Loki. I shook my head. Could this be? Loki having to live a life without me? Even more so, would this really have that much of an impact on him? I was reminded harshly of the remeining presence of father when he grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me gently. "Alfdís, who on realm are you talking about? What did you see? And what is going on here?"

"I do not know, father. I, I..." I took a deep breath as I tried to decide whether or not to relay my dream to him. But maybe he could help me understand what exactly that meant. After looking into deeply into his eyes, and evaluating what I saw, I made my desicion. I have trusted Heimdall for all my life, so why not now? I took another deep breath and told him everything I saw, down to the last beard hair on Thor's face.

For a long while we said nothing, pondering on my vision and what exactly it could have meant. I was watching a new day dawning through my window. When the day has started bathing Asgard in a deep golden glimmer, only outdone by my and my father's eyes, he spoke again. "It would appear to me that this dream of yours showed a possible future. More speccifically a future that resultes in Loki having to have lost someone. Someone he loves more dearly than he ever loved anybody else in all of the nine realms."

"So you mean, Queen Frigga has died in my vision?"

"No, dear. Not that kind of love. He might love her, but not in a way that woul leave this kind of emptiness you have described to me. The only time ever that I have felt this same kind of loss was when your mother passed away."

I thought about this for a moment before exclaiming a small laugh. "Heh! Yeah, right. How could Loki ever experience that kind of loss? The only person he ever completely happily spends time with is... OH!"

My face dropped as it dawned to me stronger than the rising of the day I just witnessed and I looked out the window again. I did not know how to feel about that. The thought of Loki loving me so strongly made me feel a pure hapiness that I have never expreinced in all my years. But if father was right, that would mean that I got a glimpse of a world I was no longer part of. A short while later my father excused himself and told me that he would send up our maid with some food for me. I nodded slowly, hardly registering what he said to me. Leaning back against the headboard I watched the birds and ohter life passing my window as I slipped back into a, now dreamless, sleep.