The dungeon doors burst open and the men spotted Lilah walking down the path to Loki's cell, Fandral and Sif not far behind. Loki almost didn't believe it was Lilah marching towards his cell, but she got closer and the expression of anger on her face was one he had seen far too many times; though, that was the first time he had caused that expression to be there.

"Loki!" She shouted angrily, walking up in front of the cells. "Diuri, Domari, open the cell door or so help me I will murder all three of you!" She looked like she could actually be serious, so her brothers didn't hesitate to let her in.

"Lilah!" Sif and Fandral called as they just barely missed being able to pull her away from the cell. She was already inside.

"You two, out." Lilah barked, glaring at her brothers. They nodded and made a hasty retreat. She cast a sound-proofing charm and looked at Loki. She looked him up and down, and she sighed. "I was worried sick!" She shouted at him.

"Well, I'm not dead." He said, to which she drew a dagger from her sleeve and made like she was going to attack him. He raised his hands out in front of himself in surrender, looking slightly intimidated by her. "Okay, I guess this isn't the time to be joking." He muttered. "Please don't stab me." He added.

She conjured the dagger away and watched him closely as he slowly put his hands down at his sides again. He smiled slightly and she shook her head; she was beyond angry with him. She began to pace around in silence, clearly on the verge of tears. It reminded him of her wedding day, except that day in the dungeons was far worse than that other day.

"You… You disappear for a year, then you turn up on Earth, and now you're back but you're sentenced to an eternity here!" She said, her voice cracking and tears forcing themselves from her eyes. She ran her hands through her hair and bit her lip.

"I'm sorry—"

"Sorry doesn't mean a damn thing when you say it, Loki!" She snapped, ceasing her pacing and look at him. "You're sorry that I have to spend the rest of my life visiting you from the other side of a glass cage?! You're sorry that I will never be able to fall asleep in your arms again?! You're sorry that your actions have permanently separated us?! You're not sorry about anything, the only thing you care about is… You don't even care about yourself! There is literally nothing you care about, damn it!" She covered her mouth with her hand after a pause and continued to cry. "I hate you so much right now!" She said as he took two cautious steps toward her.

He continued to slowly get closer to him, making sure she wasn't preparing to stab him, or slap him, or kick him in the groin.

"I care about many things; on that list of things, the top two positions are occupied by you and Mother." He said.

At his words, Lilah began to sob uncontrollably and fell to her knees. She let out a deafening shriek of pain and rage, which could be heard even outside of the cell.

Sif felt sick watching her friend silently rage at Loki, she couldn't understand why Lilah had been so tolerant of Loki over the centuries and why she would even want to visit him after all the evil things he had done. She felt horrible for her friend, but she also felt like Lilah had brought that misery upon herself by continuing to be at Loki's side.

Fandral knew that Loki and Lilah were inseparable and that Thor telling her of Loki's imprisonment would probably cause her to go insane; he understood why and, unlike Sif, he felt bad for the two of them. Fandral was, after Thor and Loki, the male closest to Lilah, and she had asked him for advice after discovering what Felix had been up to. He also, to some degree, harbored affection for her, and seeing her upset was something he didn't enjoy.

Diuri had never been a huge fan of Loki, but he knew Loki was the only person who made Lilah genuinely happy, so he put up with him. It was he and Domari's duty to guard Prince Loki, and over the centuries they had reached a somewhat mutual understanding. Unlike most of the other einherjar and servants in the palace, Loki didn't treat the twins like they were beneath him; they were as close to friends as Loki was going to get besides the Warriors Three, Thor, Sif, and Lilah. Loki was exceptionally polite to the palace servants, einherjar, and common folk, but he always knew he was in a higher position than them; he didn't have that air about him when it came to the twins, though.

Domari watched as Lilah was shouting at Loki; he had no desire to know what she was saying, knowing she was probably tearing into him about how he'd completely abandoned her. He looked over at the other three next to him and evaluated their expressions; whatever it was Lilah wanted to say to Loki, she didn't want them hearing it, but she didn't mind them seeing it.

Then it happened.

When Lilah fell to her knees and that horrible shriek of grief rang through the dungeons, made all four of them feel sick to their stomachs and like their own hearts were breaking. They knew she had put a sound-proofing spell on the cell, so it must have been extremely loud to have broken through that. Sif ran out of the dungeon, she couldn't stand there and listen to Lilah's screaming. Fandral shook his head and followed after Sif, while the twins lingered for a moment longer.

Loki looked up from Lilah and looked to the twins, nodded stiffly to dismiss them, then returned his gaze to Lilah; the twins left after that.

"Lilah…" Loki knelt down in front of her and outstretched his hand, gently grazing the side of her arm.

She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and crying into his shoulder. She grabbed at his clothing and held on tightly, as if she were going to die of she let go of him, and she let out a whimper as he wrapped his arms around her. She cried out his name, her voice being muted by his shoulder, as he pulled her closer to him.

He changed his position so he was sitting on the ground and pulled her up onto his lap while she continued to cry and repeat his name. Every shake of her body, ever whimper, every staggered breath, every muffled repetition of his name tore into his heart, which he thought had calcified, and made him regret what he had done.

"I love you…" Loki muttered when she finally began to calm down; it was more like she had no tears left to shed and she had lost her voice. She looked up at him and bit her lip. He smiled a little, and she noticed that he had been crying too. "I love you." He sounded more sure of himself the second time he said it, and she smiled a small, sad smile.

"I love you more." She said, her voice hoarse. She took his face in her hands and planting a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you more than you will ever know." She muttered, kissing him again.

It was just like her wedding day; they were saying goodbye for the last time.