A/N: For some reason I feel like Loki is mildly OOC in this... I can't figure out why. Maybe I'm paranoid? Well, let me know if you think he is because I can't tell. Writing from his perspective is a bitch, let me tell you. Enjoy and let me know what you all think!

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Repressed

It didn't take much longer after she awoke for Lifa to come. And to promptly push him out the door once she realized the situation.

He didn't fight her on the matter, too stunned by his wife's genuine confusion to really do much else. There was absolutely no recognition in her deep green eyes or in her magical core. She really has no idea who he is.

He blinks hard, shaking his head slightly. He turns on his heel and heads out of the healing chambers. He doesn't move far before flagging down a guard. After giving him a curt command to summon his mother, he turns right back around and walks to the closed door where his wife is being examined. And then he does the only other thing he can do.

He paces.

What happened to her that would cause her not to know who he is? According to Lifa, there was no other physical damages made to her other than the deep freeze she was in when he found her. There were no markings, no bruises, cuts, scrapes, nothing. Well, other than some slight bruises around her wrists and ankles showing that she was at least tied up. And the soul forge would have picked up on something if she had a concussion or anything wrong with her head and mind. Honestly, it's sheer luck that nothing else was done to her. Keeping her in a cold environment would have done enough damage on its own without her being exposed to more tortures.

Could the cold have done something that severe to her mind? It was only by sheer accident that they discovered her weakness for it. In minor doses, she can handle extreme cold just fine as her fire usually protects her. When she was still living on Earth in that cottage, she decided to go camping in the middle of winter as something to do. As she couldn't do anything with her excavation at the time because of the winter, she was antsy and simply decided to do something that she thought wouldn't be dangerous to her health. Three days later he was summoned by Heimdall and told she needed help immediately.

She didn't see a reason to pack a heater of any kind given that she is usually protected. However, neither of them made the connection that her fire is fueled by her magic. It's something he should have realized. It's as he found her that he realized what the problem was. Her magic was exhausted trying to protect her for such a long time and she was weak. It took her those three days for her magic to be depleted so severely that even her fire wouldn't respond, and it took her less than an hour to collapse. He should have realized that that level of cold would have harmed her in much the same way that being in extreme heat for extensive periods of time harm him.

However, that one encounter with hypothermia didn't affect her memory or mind. In fact, once she warmed up again, she was perfectly fine, if extremely tired which is normal after such an experience. He doubts it was the freezing temperatures she was exposed to that did this to her. Which really only leaves one option.

Magic.

Before he can bend his mind on this option, his Mother walks into the healing chambers, making her way over to her worried son quickly. "What is it? What's happened?" she asks quickly, stopping his pacing with a gentle hand on his arm.

He turns to look into her worried eyes knowing that his are just as worried. He quickly tells her what happened when Charlie woke followed by Lifa forcing him out of the room so she could look over Charlie herself. He then proceeded to tell her of his current theories and the most logical one. Frigga takes in the information calmly, not interrupting his explanation. Once he explains his suspicions of magic, her eyes narrow almost imperceptibly. "There are plenty of ways to alter a person's mind," she agrees when he finally comes to a stop. "However, we need more information before we can fix this problem."

Loki's own knowledge of memory spells and charms are fairly lacking considering he has spent far more time devoting his attention to illusions. He does know how to erase memories, or even slightly alter them, but the scale with which Charlie's memories seem to be effected is not something he is personally familiar with. "What do you mean?" he asks.

She sighs. "We need to make sure just how far the damage is. Does she know who she is? What memories does she have? Is it just the past twenty or so years that was erased from her memory? Or more?" She shakes her head. "Depending on the severity of the alterations, reversing it may end up proving to be difficult." Her eyes flick to stare at the still closed door. "This is all assuming that she was attacked magically, of course."

"It is the only logical conclusion," he says quietly, also turning to stare at the doorway.

Frigga squeezes his arm gently, trying to offer her son as much comfort as she can. Loki barely registers the contact, but he can acknowledge that he does feel better knowing that his mother is here by his side. Between the two of them, setting this problem straight should be fairly easy.

Another few minutes pass before the door finally opens and Lifa steps out, closing the door behind her. She stands in front of them both, her eyes wide and slightly distracted. "Speak, Lifa," Frigga commands softly. "What is the problem?"

Lifa shakes her head. "I have never seen something like this, milady," she mumbles softly.

Loki narrows his eyes at her. His frustration is starting to grow the more she doesn't speak. "What is it, Lifa?" he asks, not nearly as gently as his mother.

Lifa's eyes dart to his own and her clear blue eyes shine with worry and confusion. "Whatever was done to her, it was not a simple memory charm," she responds. "Her mind and memories are perfectly intact."

Frigga narrows her eyes in confusion. "Then why does she not recognize my son?"

Lifa shakes her head. "I said her mind and memories are intact. I did not say that her memories were the correct ones."

"What?" Loki asks.

"If you are to go into that room now and ask Charlie what her name is, she would not tell you it was Charlotte. She says it's Sigyn."

Loki's eyes widen while Frigga tenses beside him. "You are saying all of her memories have been altered?" Frigga asks quietly.

Lifa nods. "That is exactly the case, milady."

"What…" Loki trails off, turning to look at his mother. "Mother, what kind of magic could be used to cause something this monumental?"

She shakes her head. "I have no idea."

"There is one other thing," Lifa pipes up. "I cannot find any hint or trace of magic used against her. Nothing that we are familiar with here. If this is a magical attack, which is must be, then it's from a form of magic I have never seen before." She shakes her head. "If this was nothing more than her memories being erased, that would be an easy fix. This… I don't know what to make of this."

Loki's eyes dart to the closed door, mind whirling. What are they supposed to do now? Frigga shakes her head quickly before looking at Lifa sternly. "Stay with her, Lifa. Monitor any and all changes that may occur." The young healer bows her head in understanding. Frigga turns to look at her still staring son. "Loki, I request that you do not go into that room."

His eyes dart to stare down at her, green eyes flashing. "Why?"

"It is clear that Charlie's memories hold no recognition of you. Until we know exactly what is going on, your presence will only confuse her and maybe upset her." She pauses, staring off to the side. "I am going to call for those that may be familiar with this type of magic. I have my suspicions, but they need to be confirmed."

"By whom?" he asks, his voice taking on a hard edge. His mother is the most knowledgeable on this realm about magic. If she does not know what this is, then who could possibly know?

Frigga looks back at him, her face set with determination. "Lady Harmes."

OoO

An hour later had Lady Harmes, Frigga, and Loki standing inside Charlie's healing room. Lady Harmes was sitting on the edge of the bed while he and his mother hovered nearby. Charlie was sitting up in bed, her back pressed against the plain headboard staring at the woman on her bed curiously. She looked perfectly healthy, if tired. When they entered the room, she immediately bowed her head to his mother, recognizing her almost immediately. But she showed the woman no warmth that usually went with the greeting. She only recognized her as the Queen of Asgard, not as her mother-in-law and good friend.

She spared him a glance, her eyes curious. But still, no recognition shined in them.

As soon as his mother uttered Harmes's name, Loki immediately left to fetch the Light Elf himself. He vaguely remembered meeting the priestess when he was much younger. Odin had taken both him and Thor to Alfheim to be introduced to her and her brother, Iamben and to teach them of the Light Elves influence on early Asgard. He remembers being slightly awed and frightened of the woman because of her insight ability. Even at his younger age, he did not like the feeling of someone poking around his soul and being able to read him so openly.

It did not take long for him to find Harmes when he touched down on Alfheim. She met him in the field only a few moments later, already aware of his presence. She has not changed since the last time he saw her. Her piercing pale blue-almost-white eyes still unnerved him, even if the rest of her beauty showed through. She took one glance at him and knew that something was wrong. He quickly explained the situation and here they are.

Harmes sits in front of his wife, back straight and staring straight into Charlie's eyes. Charlie stares back, her own back straight and proper. He can't help but narrow his eyes at that. While his wife is by no means a slouch, she would be more relaxed and not nearly so… aristocratic with how she holds herself. She holds herself with an air of sophistication that he only sees when she is with the council members. In fact, it's putting him even further on edge.

"Tell me, what is your name?" Harmes asks, breaking the tense silence in the room.

"Sigyn," she responds.

"Who are your parents?"

"My father is King Tnumer of Maglubiyet and my mother is Queen Evelyn Baker of Midgard."

"I assume you hail from Maglubiyet?"

She nods once. "Correct. I was born on Midgard, but was raised entirely on Maglubiyet."

"How old are you?"

"I am forty-two years old."

"Is Tnumer still the reigning king of Maglubiyet?"

At this, she pauses, her eyes darting to stare at the golden blanket draped across her lap. "No. My father and mother were both killed eighteen years ago by usurpers in the government, by my father's trusted advisors. The current king is my cousin, Thukmet." She lifts her head back up, her eyes darting to stare at Loki. "Am I correct in assuming that you are Loki?" she asks him.

He blinks, taken aback by her sudden recognition, even if it was not the kind he was hoping for. He simply nods his head. A gentle grin spreads across her face. "I was hoping to get the chance to meet you," she tells him. "I wish to thank you for aiding my cousin as much as you have." She turns her head to smile at Frigga as well. "And I wish to thank you as well, my lady. Without Asgard's support, Maglubiyet would have descended into civil war. We owe you a debt I am unsure we will be able to repay."

Frigga simply grins, nodding to her. He doubts Charlie would have noticed that his mother's smile never reached her eyes. As it stands, he is having a hard time listening to this conversation himself. His wife—his Charlie—is not who is speaking right now. He has absolutely no idea who this woman is. If it were not for the fact that his magic is still confirming that she is in fact Charlie, he would not believe that it was her at all.

She returns her gaze to the elf in front of her and Harmes continues speaking. "Tell me, Sigyn. What do you remember of the last two weeks?"

She simply shakes her head. "Not much. I only remember the cold. An angry female voice. Umm…" she drifts off, her eyebrows scrunching together while she struggles to remember anything useful. She shakes her head, sighing. "I am sorry. I do not really remember anything to be honest." She looks around at the people in the room. "I hope I was the only one taken."

"My son's daughter was taken as well," Frigga tells her, her own voice controlled. "She is still with them."

Charlie's eyes widen and she looks at Loki. "I am so sorry. I did not know."

He simply shakes his head, his heart plummeting further. "It was not your fault."

She blinks and he can see the sadness in her eyes. "What is her name?" she asks.

"Islinde."

"That is a beautiful name," she mutters. "I promise if I remember anything, I will tell you all right away. There is nothing worse than having a child stolen from their parent."

'Or a wife,' Loki thinks, doing his best to keep his face neutral. Not even the mention of their daughter stirred any recognition in his love. Any hope at stirring recognition in her is starting to slip away at an alarming rate and he does not know what to do with the rising despair in his heart. His daughter is still missing with now no clue as to where to find her and his own wife is across the room from him, but still so far away.

Charlie looks back to Harmes. "When can I go home?" she asks her.

Loki notices his mother's jaw clench at the question and he knows that she is probably staving off tears. His own hands clench around his forearms, but he does his best to hide the action from Charlie. She has called Asgard her home for eight years now. She is home. But she doesn't know it.

Lady Harmes gently grabs Charlie's hand, rubbing a gentle circle on her knuckles. Only a trained eye would notice the silver glow seeping into her skin. "You will be guided home on the morrow. You depleted much of your magic fighting these past two weeks and you need your rest to replenish what you lost. Thukmet will arrive sometime in the morning to collect you."

Charlie nods, her eyes starting to droop. Lady Harmes stands, helping Charlie adjust in the bed so she is laying back down. She mutters something in her ear softly before pulling away fully. Charlie is asleep, her auburn hair laid out on the pillow like a halo. Harmes steps back and Loki moves toward his wife, staring down at her peaceful face. He sits on the edge of the bed himself, brushing a hand through her hair. "What happened to her?" he asks quietly to the woman standing behind him, his voice barely controlled.

"A very complicated and dangerous form of magic," Harmes responds, her voice solemn. Loki turns to regard the stoic woman. Her hands are clasped together while she stares at Charlie. Her eyes are not glowing, but he knows that she is tapping into her insight to better read his wife. "Frigga, do you remember what the original form the practitioners of magic used?"

Frigga nods. "Ancient Asgardians were taught by your people to use runes to harness the magical energy of the universe and the energy within their own blood. We were taught by your people to use runes as a way to concentrate the magic and give it direction."

Harmes nods. "Correct. You eventually weaned off the runes once you learned how to harness it on your own, using nothing more than your willpower."

"What does this have to do with what is wrong with my wife?" Loki interrupts. He is already aware of runes and what purpose they served Asgard in ancient times. But unless he is mistaken, no one has used them in more millennia than he cares to think about.

Harmes pins him with a cool stare. "It has everything to do with it, Loki. While Asgard has moved on from using runes in its own practice, except for very rare occasions, the peoples on my realm have not."

He narrows his eyes at her. "Alright, so someone used runic magic on her. How do we reverse it?"

At this, Lady Harmes closes her eyes, sighing. "You cannot. Runes are powerful and dangerous." She shakes her head, reopening her eyes to stare at him. "My people no longer use them for this reason. Once runes are etched onto the object or person, they do not come off. Someone has used this powerful form of magic to not only erase Charlie's current memories, but replace them."

"Replace them?" Frigga asks, joining in the conversation. "I assumed her memories had been altered."

"If only it were that simple," Harmes mutters. "No. The person who did this completely replaced her memories using a different version of the Charlie we know."

"You are speaking of a parallel universe," Loki accuses. "That isn't possible."

Harmes motions to Charlie with a wave of her hand. "Oh, but it is. I have seen this before, son of Asgard. It is entirely possible to replace ones memories in this fashion. The Charlie you know has been replaced with another version of herself. A version that was raised to be Sigyn, princess of Maglubiyet." She shakes her head again. "For however long the runes remain, she will not remember any of her life in this universe."

Loki clenches his jaw, not happy with that answer. Before he could counter, his mother asks, "What do we do to help this process?"

"There is nothing you can do. We could try to destroy the runes magically etched onto her mind, but that could destroy her mind completely and you would have no way of getting her back at all. It is possible that they will fade, given enough time. However, from what I can see of them, they are designed to remain."

"Is there no way of getting her back?" Loki asks, his voice lowering to a dangerous note.

Harmes levels him with a very serious and probing stare. "How much do you trust your wife, Loki?"

He blinks at the unexpected question. "With my life."

"Do you have faith in her?"

"Of course."

"Then you must trust and believe in the power of her heart. That is the only thing that will save her now."

He stares at her for a moment before his gaze travels back down to his still sleeping wife. Her heart, huh? "You are saying that she is the only one that can break the runes," he mutters.

"Exactly. There is a part of her, deep down, that knows exactly who you all are. The problem is, all of her recognition and love has been shoved down to the very deepest recesses of her unconscious mind. Like I stated before, I have seen this once before. If her heart is as strong as I believe it is, then she will break free. But she has to trust what it tells her."

He can't help the uncharacteristic snort that escapes his throat. His Charlie has never been good at listening to her heart. She has far more optimism than him the majority of the time, but he knows what she is like. She is a wholly rational creature that protects herself from getting hurt in any way she can. The only reason why they are together in the first place is because others have pointed out her feelings or even shoved her into listening to what her heart wanted. If she does listen to it this time around, he is certain it will take her months if not years to do so.

He doesn't believe he can willingly wait that long.

"Who exactly would be able to do such a thing?" Frigga asks. "You said you have seen this once before."

He turns to look at the elf, curious also. She sighs, closing her eyes tiredly. "There was a Skarvi woman I taught. She was bright and curious and learned magic swiftly. Out of the two races, Skarvi are the only ones with any talent in magic. The Siditi talents rest only with combat. It was only be pure accident that she tampered with a person's mind in such a way. It was devastating to those who were affected by it and she vowed never to tamper with one's mind again. She was a kind young woman." She shakes her head, reopening her unusually colored eyes. "I must look into this matter. She is the only one besides myself and my brother that knows of the proper combination of runes to create such a lasting and effective mind alteration. If she is the one who did this, then there is something severely wrong."

Frigga nods. "I trust you will inform us of what you find out, Lady Harmes."

"Of course. After all, we still need to find Islinde."

Loki's jaw clenches again. While he by no means forgot that his daughter was still missing, that worry was overshadowed by the current crisis. His little girl is still in enemy hands and he has absolutely no idea what they want with her nor what they are doing to her.

When he gets his hands on whoever did this to his family…

"Loki," Harmes calls and his attention shifts back to her. "Do not hover by Charlie's side during this."

"Why not?" he asks, his eyes narrowing angrily.

Harmes sighs, her posture slouching slightly in exhaustion. "She has no idea who you are right now. Your constant presence will only confuse and upset her, forcing her to shove any thoughts, feelings, or potential recollections down further. It will only delay the process. I must ask you to wait. Let her come to you."

He lowers his head so he can rub his forehead. "And if she never comes to me? What then?"

Her lips quirk slightly. "I thought you said you had faith in your wife."

He can't help the heated glare he sends her way. She doesn't even blink. Harmes turns back to Frigga. "This is all the help I can provide. I am sorry I cannot do more."

Frigga shakes her head. "You have already done more than we could have asked for, Lady Harmes. Thank you."

The lady bows. She turns to give Charlie one last glance before gliding regally out the door. A guide is already outside waiting to lead her back to the Bifrost and take her home. Loki returns his attention to his still peacefully sleeping wife, his distress returning to him.

What is he supposed to do?

OoO

He doesn't like this.

Loki is standing outside the room that used to be Charlie's. The one she was given long ago that was across from his childhood chambers. She had been led here that morning by his mother so she could change and get ready to head to Maglubiyet. Thukmet should be here soon and he will wait for their arrival at the Observatory. Charlie is truly being taken to Maglubiyet. She thinks she is returning home but he knows that she has only stepped on the planet maybe three times. The first during the battle, the two other times as an invitation from the planet's king.

He is not happy about this decision at all.

After a lengthy discussion with his mother, Thor, and Boli that lasted well into the morning hours, his mother decided that it would be best to follow through with Harmes's advice. Charlie would be sent to where she is most comfortable and that just so happens to be on Maglubiyet. The way to Asgard would always be open to her for obvious reasons, but it would be best not to keep her here and have resentment grow in her heart. After all, she believes the goblin home world to be her home and if she were to be kept away from it, she may grow to hate the Asgardian royal family. She would then never want to remember who they were to her. Or at the very least deny it.

To say Loki was happy about this plan would be a lie.

Loki doesn't want her out of his sight at all. She had been missing for two weeks. He had no idea what was happening to her and what her captors wanted. Now she is back, but he isn't even allowed to hold her. In fact, she was so thoroughly ripped away from him that his mind still hasn't fully settled from the shock. And now he's being forced to watch her walk away from him and he has to trust another man to watch out for her on a world that treats women as second-hand citizens. And he has to act like he has no idea who she is so as not to confuse her further.

No, he doesn't like this at all.

The doorway suddenly opens and he pulls himself out of his thoughts. Frigga leads his wife out of the room by the arm, the two women chatting amicably, although he can tell that his mother is barely holding in her emotions. Charlie changed into a red ensemble characteristic of the house of her royal family. She wears a deep red dress with black embellishments on the bodice, the skirt flowing straight to the ground. The sides of the dress appear to be cut out, but he can't really tell. She is wearing a black cloak over it, the hood pulled up to cover her hair as is custom for goblin women. Her hands are clasped in front of her and her gaze falls onto him.

Her eyes are red.

He steps forward, bowing to both women. Charlie nods her head to him formally, her hands clasped. Frigga steps back and she turns to face her. "Thank you once again, my Lady, for all of your help," she says, gratitude clear in her tone.

"It was no trouble, dear," Frigga says simply. "If you ever wish to return to Asgard, the way is open to you."

Charlie bows to her, thanking her again. He steps forward, offering his arm to her. She looks up at him in thinly veiled surprise before taking it cautiously. He mumbles a quick farewell to his mother before turning and leading Charlie through the palace and to the stables where they will ride to the Observatory. They walk in silence, Loki unsure of what to say to her. She doesn't seem to mind, her eyes roaming about the palace halls and taking in everything as if she had never seen it before.

He has to remind himself that she technically hasn't.

They make their way outside and two horses are led out of the stables for them to ride. They had all decided that Sleipnir would not be given to her. The horse would respond to her with too much affection and it may have confused her. A tall grey mare is led to her and she takes the reins, scratching the horse affectionately behind the ears. She climbs on expertly, resting side-saddle. She glances at him, waiting for him to take the lead. He nudges his own brown stallion forward and she follows him to the rainbow bridge leading to the Observatory.

"You truly have a beautiful home," she mentions once they are on the bridge. He turns to look at her. She still keeps her horse a few paces behind his own, but her eyes are locked on the sky above them.

"Asgard is a varied beauty, with something to offer to everyone," he says in response. He continues to stare at her as her eyes fall to the bridge, watching the lights pulse beneath the horses hooves. "Correct me if I am wrong, my lady. But I thought your eyes were green in color."

Her red eyes jump up to connect with his own. He has never seen her keep her eyes red for such a long time. "My mortal eyes are green," she responds. "Ever since I was able to truly unlock my magic and fire, I keep my eyes red. It is easier to blend in that way."

"Blend in?"

She glances away, choosing to stare forward instead. He notices her hands tighten on the reins almost minutely. "I suppose blend in is the wrong wording. It is easier to be accepted by my people if I have at least one characteristic that matches their own."

He blinks, surprised at that. "You are not accepted by your people?"

"No, my lord. I am half-goblin. I will never truly be accepted."

No emotion inflects her tone. How is that she seems so eager to return to this place when it is clear to him that she truly does not love being there? She calls it her home, but does she really mean that?

He hears her sigh faintly as they near closer to the Observatory. "I wish to thank you again, my lord, for all that you have done for Thukmet." She turns her head to give him a small grateful smile. "He was truly anxious to take over the throne when my father passed. To have you and Asgard as his ally has helped him a great deal."

He hums, nodding his head in acknowledgment of his thanks. "If you could refresh my memory, why is it that you were unable to ascend to the throne?"

"A woman cannot be Queen unless she is married." She cocks her head to the side in mild confusion. "Did Thukmet not explain that to you?"

He shakes his head. "I had merely forgotten."

"Ah." Her gaze jumps forward again. They will be at the observatory in moments and he can see his brother's horse already waiting at the entrance. Thor was sent to collect and inform Thukmet all that had happened once they had decided on what actions to take. He already knows both are waiting for them with Heimdall. He doesn't want to do this. Watching her leave through that portal with no knowing of when she will return…

Loki brings his steed to a halt and quickly climbs off. Charlie doesn't bother waiting for him and hops off her own, landing deftly. He offers her his arm once again and she takes it with another hesitant look. He leads her inside and it only takes a quick glance around before she is letting go of his arm and running forward, the hood of her cloak falling off her head. "Thukmet!" she calls and the young monarch only gets a chance to turn around before she is barreling into him, wrapping her arms around his stomach.

He freezes, blinking in surprise before returning her embrace. Thor is standing beside Heimdall, watching the exchange with sad eyes. Loki knows he won't approach her. His little one doesn't recognize him anymore.

Charlie separates from her cousin, a gentle smile on her face. "Ready to go home?" he asks her. Loki can detect the small note that shows it was a forced question. She nods, pulling her hood back up to cover her hair once again. He nods once in response. "I must speak with Loki for a moment."

She stands aside, her previously enthusiastic demeanor falling away into a demure and obedient one that Loki is not used to seeing. Thukmet walks across the golden floor and stands in front of him. "She will be taken care of, my friend, I will make sure of it," he tells him quietly, making sure that his voice doesn't carry to her.

Loki watches him with cool eyes. "Make sure that you do."

Thukmet watches him for another moment before bowing low. Loki forcibly stamps down his irrational anger at the monarch and inclines his head in response. After all, Thukmet was given this task. He did not ask for it. His eyes dart to look at his wife, still standing where Thukmet left her. Her eyes are trained on the ground in front of her. This is not the woman he knows. His wife would never be so obedient and reserved even if she was around people she was unfamiliar with. She holds her head high and goes out of her way to be everyone's equal. The woman in front of him is truly the product of Maglubiyet.

This is not Charlie. It is Sigyn.

Thukmet wanders back over to her, linking his arm with hers and leading her to the portal. Heimdall activates the building and the entire Bifrost shakes slightly as it roars to life. Thor walks over to Loki, his hand handing on his shoulder in a tight grip as they watch her get sucked into the portal and taken across the galaxies and away from him. His eyes lower to the ground and his jaw clenches uncomfortably tight as the building slows and comes to a final rest.

"Brother?" Thor asks, relatively quietly given his usually loud voice.

Loki finally looks back up and pins the gatekeeper with a stern glare. "Keep your eyes on her," he orders him. He doesn't wait for a confirmation before turning back around and marching out of the Observatory. It only takes a moment before his brother is following him, his boots treading heavily on the polished surface.

"Brother, what are you planning?"

Loki stops walking, his gaze staring at the distant golden palace. He finally turns back to look at Thor, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "I am getting my daughter back."