Uh-oh. Some serious shit's 'bout to go down, guise.

Three weeks. Three glorious, amazing weeks in the beautiful realm of Asgard. I swear, it felt like months. Three weeks spent exchanging playful insults with Volstagg, pestering Hogun to get him to talk more, making fun of Fandral's mustache with Darcy, and exchanging battle strategies with Sif. I also spent a large amount of time with Loki. We were together every chance we could get. I saw the looks Thor and Jane would give us, but never commented on them. Oh, did I mention that the two love birds are engaged? Yep, the wedding is in a few months. Darcy is the maid of honor, of course, and Sif, Frigga, and I are the bridesmaids. Naturally, Jane will become a goddess after the ceremony. I wonder what she'll be the goddess of. Probably science.

That thought made me wonder what happened if I ever married a god as I sat on a bench in the gardens one afternoon. Would I become a goddess? If so, then what of? Nerdy Star Trek references, probably. I can't think of anything else that I'm even relatively good at. I wonder which god I would get married to. Hopefully Loki. Whoa. That thought came quicker than I could stop it, and I felt my cheeks reddening. Marry Loki? He doesn't seem like the "settle down" type.

"You look very deep in thought," I looked up and smiled as Loki himself sat down next to me, tucking a de-thorned rose behind my ear. "Care to share?" I fought back a blush and shook my head.

"Nope," I replied, popping my lips at the end. He rolled his eyes, smiling. I took the rose from behind my ear and sniffed it, smiling at its amazing scent. "What are you doing out here? I though the All-Father had called a meeting."

"He did, we were able to leave early, though." I nodded, twirling the rose between my fingers. "What troubles you? Don't give me that look; I know you well enough to know that something is on your mind." I rolled my eyes, pursing my lips in thought.

"They all must think we're dead," I murmured, watching the blood red petals spin. He knew that "they" meant the Avengers and "we're" meant Darcy, Jane, and I. "Buried in the desert somewhere."

"Are you going to return to Midgard?" I groaned at the question, letting my head fall on his shoulder.

"I have no idea. I'm having the best time here, but I really need to get back." I sighed and felt his head rest against mine.

"I don't want you to leave." His voice was so quiet that for a second I thought I imagined the statement. Then he reached over and clasped the hand not holding the rose, tangling our fingers together. I felt myself smile at the cold touch I was so used to. "However," he said after a moment, "it's not about what I want." But it plays a big part, my subconscious whispered, and I quickly shooed it away. He pulled back and looked deep into my eyes. I felt my eyes widen, suddenly feeling very exposed.

How in the hell does he do that? All he has to do is look into my eyes and I suddenly feel like he knows every deep, dark secret I harbor. Like he could see directly to my soul. "Evee," he murmured, "what do you want?" You.

"I don't know," I whispered, my eyes pleading for his advice. "I want to stay here, but I also want to go home." He reached up and combed his long, elegant fingers through his raven hair, sighing.

"I'm not sure if I can give you any advice at this point. It's up to you, now. Although, if you do choose to leave, I'll respect that choice." He squeezed my hand reassuringly, giving me a small smile. My lips curved in a smile and I reached forward, wrapping my arms tight around his neck. He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his forehead on my shoulder. I buried my face in his neck, wanting nothing more in the world than to just stay like this forever.

"Don't tell Darcy," I whispered, "but I think that you're probably my closest friend." Friend. I don't think he had any idea how badly I wanted to change that.

"The feeling is mutual," he murmured.

Eventually, we had to break apart. Loki leaned forward and rested his lips on my forehead for a moment longer than normal, before resting his forehead against mine with a sigh. "I must go, I sense Father looking for me." He squeezed my hand again before standing and striding away. I watched him go, my nose scrunching. I should've just told him. Right then and there. God, I'm such a coward. Just another trait to add onto my list of reasons why I shouldn't be with Loki.

I stood and brushed any dirt from my simple green dress. Tucking the rose back behind my ear, I walked in the direction of the library. It was probably my favorite spot in the whole castle. Stacked to the tall, arched ceilings were shelves and shelves of all the books my arms could carry. I quickly gravitated to the nearest section and hopping off of the ladder, pushing myself across the floor. Thor told me that the custom had been adopted from Midgard after Odin saw it during a trip to one of the New York libraries.

Once I was at the spot I preferred, I climbed the ladder and began gathering books. Normally one of the servants or Thor or someone else would stop me and get the books for me, since I'm a lady. But there wasn't anyone else around. I gingerly climbed down the ladder after getting my books, being careful not to trip on my dress. I then began walking towards one of the sofas when I heard a voice.

"Well, does Evee even know?" I stopped, straining my ears to listen. That was Jane. When no one else spoke, I quietly set my books on the sofa and followed to where I heard to voice, peeking through a shelf of books.

Jane, Darcy, Thor, Sif, Fandral, Volstagg, and Hogun were all gathered around a table. Well, Thor was pacing to the side of the table, occasionally obstructing my vision. Hogun had one arm crossed over his chest, his other arm on top of that and his fingers blocking his mouth.

"I don't think so," Darcy replied. "She hasn't mentioned it the whole time she's been here. And if she did, I'd imagine she wouldn't be hanging out with Loki so much."

"She probably wouldn't even talk to him if she knew," Thor murmured, his deep voice sounding concerned. What the hell were they talking about?

"No," Sif said with finality. "There's no way she doesn't know. Loki would've told her, I know it. He wouldn't lie to her about that."

"About what?" I asked, stepping out of my hiding place. They all looked to me, immediately looking guilty. "What wouldn't Loki lie to me about?" I asked again, a more demanding tone in my voice. Thor approached me and placed his monstrous hands on my shoulders.

"Evee, please sit down-"

"I don't want to sit down!" I shouted, stepping out of his grip. "I want to know what the hell you aren't telling me!" I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder and looked over at Hogun, his worried expression matching the look in his eyes.

"Please," he murmured, "sit down." I scrunched my nose, but walked over to the table and sat down nonetheless. Jane took one hand and Sif took the other. Darcy, who was in front of me, thought for a moment before sighing.

"Evee," she said gently, wringing her hands. "There's something that Loki hasn't told you."

xxxxOxxxx

"How dare you!" Loki looked up as I burst into his room, standing quickly. Had I not been so royally pissed off, I probably would've noted the beautiful, attic-like ceiling, or the comfortable looking bed pushed against the ceiling-to-floor window.

"Oh dear," he murmured, backing up a bit as I advanced. "Evee, what's wrong?"

"You tried to destroy Puente Antiguo?" I shouted and he went rigid. I knew that expression all too well. He'd just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Evee…"

"You know," I interrupted, turning away from him and pacing the room with a bitter laugh, "I can understand why you did it. It was during that time when you were confused and upset and alone and I know how that feels, I really do. But what I don't understand is why you didn't tell me!" He kept calm, but his green eyes danced with panic.

"It wasn't relevant-"

"Bullshit!" I yelled, planting my hands on his chest and shoving him backward. "You lied to me!"

"I will never lie to you."

"How do I know that? You could be lying to me right now for all I know!" Tears swam in my eyes and for a moment there was nothing but silence. I turned away from him and rubbed my temples. "Why?" I asked, turning slowly to face him. "Why didn't you tell me?" He was silent, avoiding my eyes. I balled my hands into fists and shouted, "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"

"Because I was scared!" he finally yelled, and I froze. He crossed his arms and stared at his shoes. "I was scared that if you knew, you'd never want to see me again. And I don't know if I could handle that." If this had been under different circumstances, I might've forgiven him and hugged him tight. But this was different. He knowingly tried to kill two people I considered family. And nobody ever messes with my family and gets away with it. No exceptions.

I shook my head, tears now starting to slide down my cheeks. Then I turned and began walking to the door. "I'm done."

"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice cracking as I approached the door.

"Back to Midgard," I answered bitterly over my shoulder, gripping the door handle and pulling it open. "You're welcome to follow, but don't expect a place to stay." I dug a CD out of my sleeve and looked at it for a moment before tossing it onto the ground behind me. I took the rose out from behind my ear and set it on the bookshelf next to the door. "Happy anniversary, Loki." With that, I stepped out of the room and slammed the door shut. I needed to get out of Asgard as fast as possible. I swiped the tears from my eyes, walking quickly away from his room. I nearly bumped into Thor, who quickly caught me before I could fall over. He saw my face and pulled me into a hug. I just stood there like a statue, not moving.

Once he pulled back, I wiped away another tear and avoided eye contact. "You're going back." It wasn't a question. I nodded, finally gathering up the courage to look at him. He had an understanding hurt in his eyes. "Okay. I'll have Jane prepare the equation. Come with me."

Somehow word had gotten out that I was leaving, and by the time we arrived everyone had gathered around the machine. I had changed back into my t-shirt and jeans, braiding my hair over my shoulder again. Jane was in tears, and Darcy looked very close. Volstagg, however, was crying profusely, the large tears soaking his rust-colored beard. The moment I was close enough the large man pulled me into a suffocating hug. I was then passed around the group, finding myself standing in front of Jane and Darcy.

"God, I'm gonna miss you!" Darcy exclaimed, throwing her arms around me. I closed my eyes and tried not to sob right then and there. Jane also hugged me, not saying anything at all. Her tight embrace said enough. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks as I pulled away and backed up. Loki was nowhere to be found. Good. I don't need him here.

"You lot come visit me sometime soon, you hear?" They nodded. Heimdall, who looked deeply sad, helped Jane start the machine. It whirred to life, the portal so bright that it hurt my eyes. I gave them all one more smile before stepping through. I felt like I was flying, but still didn't open my eyes. Then, just like that, I arrived. I landed on the dust with a thud, coughing as some of it got into my lungs. Sitting up, I looked around at the desert that surrounded me, and could make out a small, familiar encampment in the distance. A wide, grateful smile on my face, I stood and began walking towards it, one thought running through my brain the entire time.

I was home.

So…I totally hope you guys don't hate me for how that played out. I just couldn't think of another reason for her to leave and then I remembered that I never wrote about her knowing of the Destroyer and how Loki tried to kill Jane and Darce.