Hello, readers! I hope you are enjoying this story so far, and don't forget: PM me if you have a suggestion! Also, I am trying to keep these memories in chronological order, but there will be some exceptions. Like this chapter! And, Sorry I haven'e updated in a while, my sholling is torturing me! Now, let's getiton!

The curtains sway in the subtle breeze, fluttering and rippling like ghostly white fingers stretching across the room.

The glass of the windows are dusted silver with fog and moonlight, allowing the velvet like sky of Asgard to be seen. Stars twinkle merrily, caught in an ever lasting celestial dance. The moon shines bright and true, a huge silver orb hung in the darkest of the night.

The path of moonlight stretches far into the bedroom, splaying over the wood floor and catching on the gold and green bed spread. It glimmers slightly in the light, bringing the Avengers attention to the all too familiar figure on the bed. Loki lies there whimpering and shaking, limbs tangled in the deep green sheets. Her black hair frames her dreaming face, one that looks far younger than the thirteen looking girl they had seen but moments before. She looks six, though she may very well be four for her height and thinness.

Loki lets out a broken sob:

"No, pleaspleaseplease NO! Father, please don't die. PLEASE!"

She spasmed and curled into herself, screams and pleas falling past her lips. Her tiny body wracked with sobs, tears flowing over her flushed cheeks.

It truly was a heart breaking sight.

Their villain, their cold, chaotic villian, tangled in sweaty sheets and screaming in fear.

The image flickered and swirled, spinning faster and faster untill the room was but a meaningless blur, colors melding together and turning lighter. Black and silver faded to white and blue as the world in the screen became right again.

"That. That hurt my eyes."

Leave it to Tony to be the first one to talk.

Pepper rolled her eyes patiently and twirled her pen idly.

"Tony. We know. Stop being a priss."

Tony's undoubtedly witty retort was cut off by a broken sob.

The spinning had stopped and snow was falling gracefully onto the white blue ground. Loki sat in the middle of it, knees tucked into herself and black hair fluttering in the chilly breeze. She wiped her nose with a sniffle and stood up. Her little feet sunk low into the ground and her thin white nightgown danced over her ankles and across the snow. She stared at her hands with a fearful expression, before shifting them to pull her nightgown up and dart away.

Snow swirled over her and hugged her running form, seemingly guiding her to a certain place.

White shifted into royal blue and snow had long since stopped falling. Ice jutted out of the ground like menacing spears. Loki sprinted along a silvery blue pathway, heading towards a colapsed building. It looked ancient but hauntingly beautiful at the same time.

Elegant blue spires rise from the ground and twist together in the middle, creating a collapsed dome looking thing. Silver brushes across the edges of the building, lighting it up in an inviting glow.

Loki pays no attention whatsoever, and rushes inside. The inside is dark and despondent, abandoned looking. Several gold items litter the ground and pool at the bottom of the steps which Loki takes, intent of finding something. Thor went pensive, fingers scrathing idly on his chin.

"She dreams of Jotumheim."

Jane makes a noise in the back of her throat and curls her arms around him in a hug. Darcy perked up.

"Jotunheim? Isn't that, like, the place were the Frost Giants live?"

"Yes indeed, friend."

"Ah. But aren't they Asgard's enemies or something?"

"Correct."

"Oh."

Clint scrunched his eyebrows together and asked:

"Frost Giants?"

Thor chuckled and nodded, placing his arms around his girlfriend before continuing:

"Horrible monsters they are. Blue skinned and red-eyed, they make quite the sight to behold. Well, I have been told that Frost Giantess' are lovely, but I refuse to believe that until I see it. They rule in Jotunheim, the desolant land of ice you see now. And the part my sister seems to be in now, is their temple. My father had collapsed it in the War, taking victory in the name of Asgard."

So that would explain why it looked as though the plague made its home there.

A soft cry sounded in the no doubt chilly air, stopping Loki in her tracks on the icy blue stairs. She looked like she belonged there, like an ice princess ment to stay in the icy realm of Jotunheim. Black hair fumbled across her back and she walked up the winding stairs, rippling at the slightest movement.

As Loki went further up, the cries got louder, sounding far too similar to an infants cry to be of comfort. The room she walked into was broken and falling apart, blood splattered on the walls in places and entire sheets of ice broken on the floor. The balcony looks as though it would fall from the weight of a fly, if there were any there. The crying got louder as she kneeled next to a large chunk of ice. Footsteps sounded from the stairs as Loki reached to move the ice.

The light of a flaming torch met the scene before it fell away, showing nothing to both Loki and the Avengers.

The scence cut off into the blackness of Loki's room. She sat up panting, hair in cute little Shirley Temple curls. Her hand scrubbed at her face to wash away the tears before she layed down again. Her vivid green eyes squeezed tight as she regulated her breathing and tried to fall asleep again.

"Stop."

Loki stood silently whinin the black area, looking the way she did in present time. The leather of her armor (outfit?) was stark black but was pale against the blackness that surrounded her. Three chuckles broke the air.

"Have you seen enough, princess?"

"I do not remeber that dream," Loki stated cooly,"So, why show me it now? It has little value as of now, after all."

A woman appeared from the shadows with a small smile. Her face was like a Roman goddess, straight nose and high cheekbones. Dark wavy hair tied into a bun at the back of her head, stray pieces falling to frame her beautiful face. Her eyes were dark and distant, like rich brown endless orbs.

"Ah, Loki. Cannot you see? This dream has meaning, but you have to find that out yourself."

"Aye, Urdr is right, Child. We Norns may be all knowing but we do not give out answers at your whim."

Another woman appeared, just the the right of Urdr. She had the same dark hair but it was pulled into a tie on the middle of her back. Deep hazel eyes eyed the other woman idly, making everyone feel they were being X-rayed. Loki didn't seem to mind, though, but she was as about as readable as a shreded, spit on, illegibly written letter.

She tilted head and replied in the same cool tone:

"I would now, Verdandi, for I asked years ago of the fates of the mortals I was, and still are, fond of. You had refused to answer and sent me on my way, saying that I should not come back if I did not have a useful question." Here, Loki's voice gained a slightly bitter edge. "Much later, I had found out that the two remaining mortals I had... befriended had died. A pity really, they were nice people."

"We know, Loki. We had foreseen your reaction to their deaths long ago."

A woman stood at the left of Urdr, eyes cool and business like and mouth set in a line. Her hair, as dark as the other women's, was completely loose, falling to her elbows like a waterfall. Nearly black eyes bore holes into exotic emerald ones, calculating the leather clad woman with an air of indifference,

"Hn. Really now? The you must know how I felt about everything else then too. Good day, O wise Norns, may your eyes be ever seeing as always."

And with that, Loki turned around and was simply no more.

Pepper turned to Thor.

"Who are the Norns, and why would Loki confront them? Who are the people that she became friends with?"

Thor opened his mouth to answer but Darcy beat him to it.

"The Norns were like the Fates from Greek mythology. You know, the creepy old ladies with the string? Well, they had the power to determine the fate of men and women, seeing if there were, like, worthy enough or something like that. You get what I'm saying?"

Tony nodded distractedly and punched in a number on his phone. Clint raised an eyebrow and nodded too. Natasha made a noise of aknowledgement in the back of her troat as did the rest of the room.

Thor spoke up.

"Thank you, Darcy. But as for the other questions, I have no idea, but I do have the feeling that my sister will soon reveal it to us."

He looked grim and thoughtful as did the rest of the room save for Tony Stark who smirked a bit before sliding his phone into his jean pocket.

"We should be expecting company any time soon, just a heads up."

UGH!

Sososososososososososososo SORRY PEOPLE!

I have a fuckton amount of work to do that I would much rather burn and dance on its ashes. I am so sorry.

QUESTION:

I am making **** a bit different so I have a few suggestions for her look:

1. Dark red hair.

2. Black with a hint of red hair.

red hair.

4. Half black half white hair. (why yes, yes I do have permission to use this idea)

5. Half black half red hair.

6. Half white half red hair.

TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!