In the days that followed, Paige did everything that was asked of her. She bowed, she begged and followed obediently. Resistance was met, only with Loki's interrogating questions. He asked about how she knew of his encounter with Thanos, and with the Avengers. And how on Asgard did she manage to steal his dagger.

Paige developed a habit of pocketing things over the course of her life. She thought herself to be quite good at it, having only being caught as a girl, but not as an adult. Being nimble on her toes, and crafty with her hands. Matched with an undistinguished appearance. She became the perfect thief. She seldom used her skill to steal personal items, as they were of no value to her. Paige answered him honestly, but he refused to believe that a mere mortal could slip past him.

In regards to his questions, she answered them as far as she thought necessary. She didn't want him knowing too much. This made Loki furious and he threatened to harm her. But even so, she refused.

Knowledge about Asgard's future and that of the two brothers was a burden to carry. But she couldn't say a word without being certain of the consequences. He went as far as to fulfil his words, and break his promise. He tortured her for information. His methods were unconventional, carrying no lasting impact. Still, she denied him the knowledge with all her might.

After that, Loki gave up on his Inquisition and decided to treat her well to win her trust. He offered her a comfortable place to sleep within his study.

Inside the room were endless book-filled shelves along with decorative ornaments. There was a large wooden desk with natural edges. On top of it was a map of Asgard. Beside it were two leather chairs of different styles. Opposite the desk was a coffee leather sofa. Which was to become her bed, until she found somewhere else to stay.

The room was decorated similarly to one on earth. It was classy and elegant. A room suited for a man of substantial wealth and regency. The only difference was the glowing magical circle inlaid upon the far corner of the room. Surrounding the circle was a large round observatory window. Around lay stacks of books, a few candles and some suspicious magical paraphernalia. Abstract paintings hung from the wall depicting heavenly and hellish landscapes. There was much to look at in this room.

"Don't you dare touch anything" he threatened.

Paige simply nodded. Feeling weary and defeated. He had provided her with soft bedding, and a fresh change of clothes. After what felt like many days of poor treatment he finally acted as a host. Loki sat at his desk, also wearing a weary expression.

She picked up the clothes and surveyed the room. Walking up to the bookshelves, she traced along the outline of the shelves. Then she recoiled remembering that he told her not to touch anything. He watched her with suspicion.

The books were sorted into various alien languages. All were leather bound and different colours. Within each shelf was a different ornament. All were unusual and unique. There was a gemstone figure of an unknown beast. An engraved stone tablet propped up on an angle. A decorative chalice made of red metal.

There was a simple glass jar containing specks of floating light. The chromatic lights inside swayed. She felt an odd sensation of warmth and familiarity. She reached out and touched the jar. The lights retracted from her, then gently settled back into position. Glowing with brighter intensity than before.

"Did you want to get punished?" He asked her casually, with one hand holding up his face. His expression was similar to a father scolding a child.

She snickered. "I've already become a masochist from all the things you've done to me."

He chuckled at her. His eyes twinkled when he laughed, just like the glowing jar before her "... so amusing" he said to himself. She asked him what the object was.

"It's fairy dust. When a fairy dies it leaves a trail of magic behind" he answered plainly.

She made note of the object, and proceeded to ask him about all of the them.

He slowly, but surely, recounted tales of his youth. The objects in question were treasures from his adventures. With Thor, Sif and the Warriors Three. They served as mementos of simpler times, as Loki put it.

She listened with deep curiosity. He spoke of the beautiful elves of Alfheim and their cities which formed upon a large tree network. A land of eternal sunset that they rarely adventured in. As unknown phenomenons were to occur when entering the land. Serving as a gateway to other places beyond the Yggdrasil. He explained the nine realms which made up the Yggdrasil. But beyond it were things yet to be discovered and recorded.

The adventuring party would find themselves transported to underwater caverns. Where creatures were as large as mountains. Another adventure lead them to mingling with a crowd of beastly humanoids. Huddled in a blazing desert tavern, with only the sand and sky familiar to them.

He boasted that he was the cleverest one of the group. And that he would always find a way to return them back to the Yggdrasil. Where Heimdall could retrieve them, even if it ended up being somewhere dangerous.

Paige absently honed in on the high back chair and started stripping her clothes off behind it. Interrupting his train of thought by doing this.

"Must you be so indecent?" he looked away flustered.

There was colour rising in his face. He wore the most bashful expression, looking quite endearing. She was well aware of her sexual prowess. Though she possessed a slender flat-chested figure. She had thick child bearing hips to compensate. At which she felt proud of and ashamed of, depending on the situation. She didn't think he would care for her body, especially since most of her was well hidden. All the young women she'd seen in Asgard were much more beautiful than her. "I thought you wouldn't care" she said casually as she continued changing.

"I can't imagine how my wife would react to a woman undressing in my room. Not once, but twice."

"You have a wife?" His words took her by surprise. Then again the news wasn't that shocking. Loki was a handsome man, appearing to be in his late twenties, with a high ranking position. He wasn't undesirable by any stretch. She couldn't hide her disappointment though.

"We are separated at the moment. But yes, I'm still married to my dear Sigyn. Wherever she may be" Loki looked distant.

She didn't feel the need to prod the subject any further. She felt a little awkward actually. Once she finished changing, she tossed her dirty clothes into a small pile beside the sofa. Stretching herself across the soft carpet in front of him, she looked up at him expectantly.

"You know you could have sat next to me" he tapped on leather chair beside him.

She shrugged. "Please continue your story"

He pressed his lips together.

For the rest of the night, Loki continued speaking of his adventures. His voice was slightly gruff yet soothing. The grace and intonation of his words, along with the rise and fall to his tone, was like a massage to her. She felt warmed and relaxed. Her replies became mumbles. She fell asleep sooner than expected.