Lost in the darkness between realms, Loki had shut off his mind to his body. Numbing the penetrating pain of ice and darkness. It felt like years as he fell through the cracks of the universe, so wrapped up in his thoughts of anger and sadness that it was overwhelming. He had feared the darkness at first but when his mind became forbidding and inescapable, he lost himself to pain and anguish.

Then he had found an escape. A doorway to a new world and there he had met the Others and Thanos. Weakened, he had been taken in by these demons, his mind warped and tortured to the point of madness and change.

He had told them everything. Everything about Asgard, Earth, the nine realms. He hadn't been able to stop himself because the more he talked, the stronger he grew and the clearer his mind became.

The Other's and Thanos took him to world's he had never known about, forced him to commit murder's upon hapless creatures. Learned that power was control. Fear was control. When he had control, he was sane.

And he never felt forced to do such things. He freely struck down beast and intellectual alike, conquering worlds with Thanos. How easy it was. How easy to make them fall.

He spoke of earth. How it was weak and filled with mismatched hate. Filled with pointlessness, it needed purpose.

Then Thanos told him about the Tesseract and he became absorbed in the words of promised power. He could punish Thor for what he had done to him; he could punish him for throwing him into the abyss.

"But he didn't." Helen muttered, "Loki, he didn't throw you. You fell, you gave up." She wiped at her already reddened eyes.

Helen hadn't slept, so embedded in Loki's memories that she couldn't even think to put her head down and rest or even eat. Though what was there to eat on this baron wasteland? With these horrid creatures.

She clenched her eyes and shook her head.

No, she didn't hate them. Loki hated them. She was confusing her emotions with his.

There was a knock on the door and she looked up from the bed, so wrapped up in the covers that it could've been a prison.

"Come in." She called, trying to get the croakiness out of her voice.

The door opened and a Frost Giant stepped in, however he or she, yeah, she was wearing a dress.

"Your Majesty." She bowed.

Helen sniffed, "Majesty?"

The Frost Giantess looked at her, "I have a selection of clothing suited to your needs."

"Oh right. Thanks."

Two Giantesses walked in, their arms burdened with layers of clothing.

"Will it fit me; I mean you guys are err bigger than me." She sniffed

"I have had them cut to fit your needs. Please step off the bed."

Helen really didn't want to. She just wanted to get another cover, wrap up and be left to deciphering Loki's memories.

Slowly, Helen stepped down from the bed and started pulling at the covers.

As they showed her dress after dress, she decided on a red one because it looked the warmest.

They also kept called her "Majesty" or "Highness."

"I'm not a Queen." She commented, as they helped her into the dress.

"You are our Queen."

"But I'm not. Loki's the King."

"And you are his Queen."

She blinked, "what?"

Queen?! Her heart raced.

"Uh, where's Loki now?"

"The King is dining."

"I need to see him." She began pulling at the dress, hurrying to tie it up whilst pulling on the fur embedded boots.

"Your Highness, you are not in a present state to see the King."

"Yeah, well he's seen me worse." She gave a small grin and the hand maiden giants helped her dress faster.