Loki appears in Jotunheim, the desolated wasteland of ice and snow. He walks slowly, the snow crunching beneath his boots. He approaches the castle courtyard.
"Kill him," a dark voice echoes.
Loki laughs softly, "After all I've done for you?"
Laufey appears from one of the tattered buildings, "...so you're the one who led us into Asgard." He states.
"That was just a bit of fun, really. To ruin my brother's big day, and to protect the realm from his idiotic rule a little longer," Loki says, a grin appearing on his features.
"I will hear you," Laufey states.
"I will conceal you and a handfold of your soldiers, lead you into Odin's chambers... and you can slay him where he lies." Loki tells him.
"Why not kill him yourself?" questions Laufey.
"I suspect that the Asgardians would not take kindly to a king who had murdered his predecessor. Once Odin is dead, I will return the Casket to you and you can return Jotunheim to all its…uh…..glory." Loki replies cooly.
Laufey stares at Loki, his red eyes attempting to determine if his words were lies. When he could not he replies, "I... accept."
Loki returns through the Bifrost, looking upon Heimdall, who looks upon him with a troubled look.
"What troubles you, gatekeeper?" Loki asks.
"I turned my gaze upon you in Jotunheim but could neither see you or hear you. You were shrouded from me like the Frost Giants that had entered this realm," Heimdall replies suspiciously.
"Perhaps your senses have weakened after your many years of service," Loki states, taking a few steps towards the gatekeeper.
"Or perhaps someone has found a way to hide that which he does not wish me to see," Heimdall retorts.
Loki scoffs, "You wield great power, Heimdall. Tell me, did Odin fear you?"
"No," replies Heimdall quickly.
"Why not?" Loki asks venomously.
"Because he is my king, and I am sworn to obey him." He states loyally.
"He was your king. And now you are sworn to obey me, yes?"
"Yes" replies the Gatekeeper.
"Good. Then you'll open the Bifrost to no-one!" Loki orders before walking off.
Jane sits alone in her trailer, blankets draped over her legs with a book resting open against her thighs. She jumps as repeated thuds against the door of her trailer are heard. She gets up, skittishly running to the door and opening it, gasping as Thor and Dr. Selvig, whom Thor had draped over his shoulder enter the small abode.
"Oh my God, is he ok?" she asks worriedly.
"He's fine, not hurt at all," Thor replies, knocking Selvig's head into the wall, "I'm sorry my friend."
"What happened?" She demands.
"We drank, we fought, he made his ancestors proud," Thor said cheerfully.
"Put him on the bed," Jane states, ushering Thor to the bed.
Thor examines the trailer, "Are these your chambers?"
"It's sort of a temporary living arrangement," She replies, instantly becoming embarrassed by the mess within the trailer.
Thor smiles at her awkwardness. She was a strange woman, very skittish. He watches her as she tries to clean up. He could tell that she was getting feelings for him, feelings he knew he could never fully return to her. His heart belonged to another.
Although, if I am never to return to Asgard, it may be a hard fact that I must settle He thinks to himself.
This woman, Jane, was nothing like his Eira. Jane was skittish and jumpy; she had thin light brown hair, and brown eyes. Eira was strong and stubborn. She had full dark brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders, and bright blue eyes that matched the skies. Jane did not have the strong womanly curves that Eira did, but Thor found something attractive in this Jane.
"You wanna go outside?" Jane asks, becoming fed up with the mess she was unable to clean up.
"Uh, Yes, of course," Thor replies, getting torn from his thoughts of Eira.
They took seats on some chairs as Jane began to talk softly to Thor. The two converse for awhile. He told her of the nine realms, that her research was correct and that she must not give up. Jane soon fell asleep, leaving Thor alone to his thoughts.
Eira gently touches the necklace Thor had given to her. Things just were not adding up. If Thor had died while on Earth why was everyone else continuing to go on with their lives? No one was mourning. Eira had even seen Frigga earlier in the morning and though she seemed sad, it was not the reaction Eira had expected if her son had died. She looks up as her door opens, grimacing as the God of Mischief walks in.
"It is not polite to just waltz into a woman's chambers without knocking," She growls.
Loki simply sneers at her, closing the door and locking the latch behind him. She pulls herself off the bed quickly.
"What do you think you are doing?" she hisses.
"I am just allowing some privacy for myself and my wife." He replies.
Her heart stops as Loki takes long strides over to her, wrapping his lean arms around her torso.
"I am not your wife," she snarls, trying to push him away.
He laughs softly, "Not yet, but you soon will be."
His grip on her tightens as he leans down, kissing her forehead.
"I should have never left you," he coos, "I sent you right into my brother's arms. But he could never understand how deep our love is, he could never give you that Eira."
Eira felt herself becoming weak; she no longer pushed against Loki's attempts. Loki's presence was causing her the shiver slightly.
"Ohh Eira," He whispers, running his hand down her side, slipping it under her tunic. She grunts in protest, but finds herself unable to fight against him.
"What did you do to me Loki," she snarls. He chuckles, his breath ticking her neck.
"My love, what do you mean?" he questions.
"I can't fight you, my body is weak, what did you do?" she demands.
He laughs, pulling himself away from his love, "Just a bit of magic," he says dangerously.
He presses her against the wall, leaning down to her neck, ravishing her fair skin with kisses.
"Mmm, Eira, how I've missed the taste of your skin," his breath was cold against her neck. She staggers to keep herself standing, her strength becoming weaker by the second.
"Loki, please," she whispers.
He simply smiles against her skin, "Eira, do not tell me you do not miss me. I know you do. I know you want me to touch you like this," he whispers, running his hand under her tunic again, his nails dragging against her flesh. She lets out a soft moan, unable to stop it.
"I know you want me to kiss you like this," he says, kissing down the V-neck of her tunic.
"And you want me to make love to you, like I once did."
Eira collapses to the ground, unable to hold herself up anymore.
"Hm," Loki tuts at her, "Perhaps my spell was a little too strong."
Eira had never felt so weak in her life. Loki picks her up like a rag doll, carrying her to the bed. Her sets her down on her stomach, pushing his hips against hers before leaning over.
"Do you remember, the first time we made love, I had you in this very same position," he coos, a devilish grin growing on his face. "Oh Eira," his hands run down her sides.
Eira feels panic flowing in her system as she attempts to get away. Her muscles barely respond, moving slowly and sluggishly.
"You and Thor have not made the love that we have, have you?" he questions.
Eira remembers the voice in her head before she and Thor had made love.
So he doesn't truly know. She thinks to herself.
"We have," she whispers quietly but it was loud enough for him to hear her. In an instant she was sitting up, eye to eye with Loki.
"What did you just say?" He asks, rage filling his veins.
"We made love, Loki, it was a love stronger than anything you could have ever given me!" She hisses.
He searches her eyes for the lie, and finding none enraged him beyond belief. His slender fingers wrap around her throat as he pushes her back down on the bed. His rage had blinded him and he squeezed, watching panic fill Eira's eyes. Her strength was slowly returning and she struggled desperately against Loki's grasp. Her vision becomes dotted and blurry as her oxygen is cut off.
"L..Loki," she manages to whisper, her voice hoarse, but filled with a soft tenderness.
Loki releases her, looking at his own hand before looking at her apologetically.
She gasps for air, pulling herself up in to a sitting position, her eyes tearful.
"Eira, I… I didn't mean to…I!" He stutters.
"Get out." She whispers, tears falling from her eyes.