heroherondaletotherescue: Haha, thanks XD

Spottedivy: Hypnotized them. He'll be making appearances later on, and being a downright bastard - naturally. I hate it too... but here's the good news, it won't last long, and in the end they will live 'happily ever after'. :) I'm glad you liked it though, and I hope this doesn't disappoint.

IrishArcher: Poor Pepper indeed... Alex is a downright sonofabitch. He's gonna get worse, too. :(

Kittysayzmeow: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you :( Unfortunately the one following this one is really going to hurt, so I'm warning you now. No, Saoirse isn't alive, but Lizzie doesn't know that yet. When she finds out, of course, it's not going to go over well. Unfortunately, however, when the reunite it's not going to be... good. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... apologies in advance.

Katherine Winchester: I know, he's horrible isn't he? But he won't have them for long, I mean Thor is not someone who you fuck with and get away with it.

Deaththekidbemine9: Thank you, I'm so glad you like where it's going. I hope you like this one, as it's going to set up several things which will happen in the following chapters.

Sorry for the length of time between the last chapter and this one, but I'm afraid I was... stuck. I hit a major writing block, and simply couldn't write. However, I hope this works, and you all like it. It explains a few things, and is crucial in some parts to the upcoming chapters. Enjoy, and please don't kill me over the feels which my beta says it has. :0


Volstagg cleared his throat first, bowing gracefully to Farbauti. "Your Majesty, we are honored that you are here." he said, momentarily abandoning his jovial attitude to give her the respect she deserved.

"Thank you, Volstagg. I assure you, it is not often that I am in the presence of the Lion of Asgard." the Queen replied with a smile. Volstagg smiled bowing once more. Farbauti's eyes turned to Fandral, daring him to continue in his blatant disrespect for her. "And tell me, Fandral the Dashing, is your hatred for Jotunheim even further than that of your own king? For surely Odin would give me the respect I deserve, despite the fact that I am the wife of his enemy."

Yet, Fandral remained standing – that is, until Darcy elbowed him, giving him a look which would make any man whither in fear – but his attitude was clearly unchanged as he bowed to the Queen. He wasn't happy with this in the least, although it had more to do with his pride than he would admit to himself.

"At least you are not completely foolish." Farbauti remarked, giving Darcy a smile.

"So..." Tony started, looking her up and down. "You're Loki's mom, and head of the legal department." At everyone's quizzical glance, he showed them the screen of his ipad, which had her headshot for her badge displayed. "Been planning ahead, your majesty?"

"Very much so." Farbauti replied. "I knew about Thanos' plan long before you did, as I have kept a weathered eye on the borders of my own realm. He has caused problems between my younger two sons – or rather, my son and my husband's son. His anger toward my eldest has caused for his wrath to come against us earlier than suspected."

"And so you came here for Loki?" Steve guessed.

Farbauti nodded. "Yes, I did." she answered vaguely. "But I did not forsee Elizabeth coming into his life, I'm afraid."

"I don't think any of us did. I heard some of the things she had to say about him only a month ago, and it wasn't pretty." Bella commented. "But I'm sure you didn't come here just to lollygag about how you came to help Loki and obviously failed."

"Perhaps we ought to sit down, and calm down?" Veronika suggested before Farbauti could respond to the blonde's comment. Farbauti nodded, taking a seat, and motioning for the others to do the same.


Pepper paced the small room she had been put in, her mind going over everything which had happened within the last few hours. Several things were clear to her, the most evident being that things were not the way that she and Lizzie had originally planned. Lizzie had been sure that Alex would try to cause her some kind of pain, finding a way to get their location to Tony and have him come to 'rescue' her... but as of yet, Alex had only seemed to show Pepper hospitality. It was a twisted and strange form of hospitality, but it was still different than she had expected.

The room was simple, and evident to the fact that she was on a ship of some kind. Outside were two mutant guards, but she hadn't been tied up, or hurt in any way past the first time she had seen Alex. She didn't know why he was treating her the way he was, and it made her very uneasy. This was the same man who had tied her to a table and had Chitauri surround her with her death in mind, and from what Lizzie had told her, he was completely sadistic.

That was, if Lizzie was to be trusted. As soon as the thought entered her mind, she quickly banished it. She couldn't allow herself to doubt the only friend she had in this place.

As if on cue, the door opened and Alex entered the room, his face already set into a shark-like grin. "Ah, Miss Potts. Enjoying our hospitality?" he asked.

"Yes, although it surprised me." Pepper answered. "Tell me, why is it that you are treating me as more of a guest than a prisoner?"

Alex shook his head. "Always to the point, aren't you Miss Potts – soon to be, Mrs. Stark, if that ring on your finger is anything to go by. My congratulations." he said. "To answer your question, it is only temporary as I have men hacking into Jarvis at the moment. Disabling him was helpful when I was getting in, but to show Tony just what kind of conditions you have, we would need to use Jarvis to our advantage."

"You intend to hack into Jarvis and show me to Tony. What is your plan?" Pepper asked.

"To tell you would be to give you too much information, I'm afraid." Alex replied with a sigh, taking a seat on the bed which had been provided for her. "You're a smart woman, not as smart as me, but smart nonetheless. You'll find out soon enough." His eyes roved her figure, a hungry look in his eyes which unnerved Pepper. She unconsciously crossed her arms over her chest, trying to keep herself from his gaze. Alex laughed, the sound sending chills down her spine. "Do not worry, you are not useful to me in that regard... no, it isn't really you that is useful at any rate."

"What does that mean?" Pepper asked.

Alex stood from his place, walking closer to her. "Extremis was not something which Aldrich Killian came up with on his own, but that I wish to know more about." he said. "Giving a mutant new powers I have already accomplished and perfected... but giving a non-mutant mutant-like powers can be either detrimental or very helpful to my cause."

"You're going to use me as an experiment." Pepper finally concluded.

"No, you already are an experiment. It's all a matter of extracting what information I can from you, at which point you will have no use to me." Alex replied. "Except in luring Tony Stark into my grasp."

"What makes you think that?"

"You're on the side of the Avengers, if I even thought to induct you into my ranks, I would have to keep the most watchful eye on you, and frankly it's far too much work." Alex answered her, placing a hand on her cheek, and finding a deranged delight in how she flinched. "You are very useful to me, you see. Elizabeth was brilliant to bring you... whatever her motives are."
Pepper looked him dead in the eyes, concern in her gaze as she took in his words. "What are you talking about?" she asked him, thankful she had taken some drama when she was younger.

He didn't answer her, but simply smiled, chuckling and patting her cheek before he walked back out the door. Pepper shuddered, going over to the bed to sit down and contemplate what was going to happen. This Lizzie had not warned her about, and that frightened her in many ways. What frightened her more was that Alex was clear that he didn't believe Lizzie was there to join his ranks again.

She just hoped that somehow Lizzie would figure it out and react wisely.


"What I'd like to know is: what are we going to do about what Lizzie's done?" Logan asked as soon as everyone was settled down, apologies from Fandral finally made.

"You can't do anything about what Lizzie's done." Bella replied, looking at the mutant. "You know how she works. The fact that she thinks that her daughter is alive is enough to know that we have a serious issue on our hands."

"Yeah, see, no one has told me how that works." Tony interjected, trying to keep off the liquor. Pepper would need him sober for whatever was going to happen, and he wasn't about to let her down. "How does Lizzie have a kid? And why would that kid somehow make her turn Pepper in to that psychopath? Didn't she realize that Pepper would be in danger, and that none of us would trust her again?"

Bella sighed. "Lizzie has a plan, she always does. If Pepper is included, and Pepper was in on it, you don't have to worry about Pepper's safety." She told him."What you do need to worry about is when she finds out that her kid isn't alive. As for that story, Mr. Stark, it's going to take a while—"

"Let's hear it." Tony nearly growled. He wanted answers, and quite frankly this girl was the most difficult to get anything useful from at the moment. She quirked her brow, giving the room full of people a short breakdown of their past with Alex within fifteen minutes. When she was done, Tony sighed. "Who would have thought that Puppy had gone through all of that?"

"Poor girl." Steve commented. "But I've never seen any streaks of violence in her."

"Lizzie is one of those girls that is capable to keep certain things to herself." Veronika told him with a certain amount of pride.

"Like you would know." Bella spat. "Now that little story is over, why don't you tell me how you are still alive?"

Veronika's dark eyes showed sadness toward her daughter, Logan leading her over to the opposite couch and Farbauti sitting next to him. "I suppose I could start with the night that Alex came to kill us..."

"That'd be good, yeah." Bella said.

"The easiest way would be to show you, but I can only do that one at a time." She continued a bit nervously. "When Alex killed Sean, and you and Lizzie came downstairs, I knew immediately what was going to happen. He was going to take you two from me, before killing me to satisfy his revenge. When grandfather showed up, however, his plan went awry..."


Veronika could see the hatred burning within her father's gaze as Alex thrust little Lizzie in front of him. Erik Lehnsherr had always been considered as a monster of sorts, but Veronika knew that he would always protect his family. The chaos began soon afterward, as the mutants between Alex and Erik began fighting and she was caught in the middle. Reaching for Bella and Lizzie, she took both of their hands, trying to lead them out of the room.

"Raven!" she shouted, catching the shapeshifter's attention. Moving quickly, she passed Bella off to her as Raven shifted to look like her. They went one way while Veronika took Lizzie's hand and ran in a different direction. What she didn't expect was for Alex to send one of his mutants after her, yanking her to the ground. Lizzie screamed, trying to scramble back to her. Suddenly the mutant before her changed into Alex.

"Nice try, Vera." he sneered, looking up at Lizzie. "But my revenge isn't over yet."

"Isn't it?" Veronika challenged, looking up at Lizzie. "Run Lizzie!" The girl stood stock still, unable to react. "RUN!" Lizzie started, looking at her mother in panic before running for the door.

Alex laughed cruelly. "You think that's going to work?"

"I think it might." Erik's voice uttered a few feet down the hallway, and Alex was picked up by the metallic railings on the staircase. Veronika looked at Erik in shock. He quickly lifted her to her feet, shielding her as Alex made his counterattack. The Christmas tree fell, catching the furniture surrounding it on fire, but he didn't care, his focus was on the Lehnsherrs.

By that time, other mutants had gathered in the room, and Veronika was accidentally thrown back into the wall, hitting it with such force that she went unconscious. She could hear her father's shouting as she fell into darkness. Her last thought was that she was going to be burned alive.

She woke several hours later in a strange room, a nurse looking her over. "Where—where am I?" she stuttered out. Movement from the chair beside her alerted her to her father's presence, and she turned her head. "Dad?"
Erik smiled wryly, taking her hand in his. "I thought you were gone, Veronika." he said gruffly. "The house went up in flames, and we barely got you out of there. Azazel was the one who eventually made his way to you, getting you out just in time."

"The girls, where are the girls?" Veronika asked. Erik hung his head, panicking her more than he meant to. "Dad, where are Bella and Lizzie?"

"They are with Charles." Erik answered slowly. "They are safe, Vera."

She sighed, smiling as she leaned back into her pillows. "Thank God... for a moment I thought they didn't make it." she said relieved. "Can I see them?"

Erik pursed his lips, holding her hand a little tighter. "Vera..." he started slowly. "They think you're dead."

She blinked, trying to figure out what he was saying. "What?"

"Shaw, Charles... the girls... they all think you died in the fire." Erik explained a little more. "You can't see them again."

"What do you mean I can't see them again?" Veronika exclaimed, her voice raising in pitch as the heart monitor she was attached to spiked. "They're my children!"

"There is more to this than meets the eye, liebling..." Erik said softly. Veronika stared at her father as he began to explain what he had learned about Shaw and his abilities to manipulate the muntant gene to bring about new powers.


"After that, he had convinced me that to contact you would only put you in more danger. Alex thought I was dead, and being dead meant that I could look after you from afar and make sure that nothing would happen..." Veronika explained to the room, hanging her head. "Unfortunately, it seemed to have done nothing about what happened. I tried to do what I could for you girls, but it was to no avail... Alex got to you first, and turned Lizzie into what he did. I forever wished I had made a different choice."

"But why did you continue to lie after Lizzie went back and changed everything?" Bella asked. "Being related to her, you were unaffected by her power, your memories were retained."

Veronika nodded. "They were, and several times I nearly went back to see you—"

"But you didn't." Bella interrupted.

"Your grandfather made a good point. If you two were in any communication with me, Alex would have known that Lizzie and you were alive. You see, he thought us all dead, which is why he never came after you the second time..." Veronika trailed off, hoping that her explanation was enough. "Bella, I am so sorry."

Her daughter nodded. "I'm sure you are... I suppose I can understand it from a certain point of view." she conceded, clearing her throat. "When Lizzie finds out, though – let's put it this way, she's not going to be happy."

"I wouldn't know about that." Kathleen spoke up for the first time. "But I suppose it depends on whether Lizzie even comes back alive." The grandmother in her spoke, protective, yet worried over the child she had raised for twenty years. "Forgive me, Vera, I am glad you are back... but I am concerned also about Lizzie."

Veronika smiled, nodding. "I do not blame, you Kathleen. I am worried about her too." Her gaze turned to the others. "Alex's headquarters are on a ship at the Port Newark-Elizabeth Marine Terminal. He doesn't know I'm alive, so that gives us an advantage—" she stopped short, a vision coming to her which had her eyes suddenly fill with panic.

"Vera?" Logan asked her worriedly.

"We need to go now." she told him, standing up suddenly. "We need to get to the docks now."


If there was one thing Loki knew, it was this: he was in pain. His poor mind had been left throbbing in the aftereffects of someone else's control, giving him slight pity for the man beside him. Was this what it was like for Clint when Natasha gave him... cognitive recalibration? Loki had known that for himself there was a slight headache, but it was nothing like this. He groaned, opening his eyes to assess where they were.

A second thing he now knew: it was dark. Straining his mind to focus on his ears, he could faintly hear the sound of a thunderstorm raging outside. He smiled just slightly to himself, wondering if it was Thor, who would come to get him out of Alex's hands. Furrowing his brow, he banished the thought... why would Thor save him? Their relationship was far from brotherly. Still, he couldn't help but imagine it for a moment.

The last thing he noticed was that Clint was still unconscious beside him... wherever beside him was. In the darkness, Loki couldn't see just how they were situated, or how the room – as he concluded they must be in some kind of room – was arranged, but he could hear Clint's steady breathing, which informed him that the assassin was still asleep. Besides, if Clint was awake, he had no doubt he'd be hearing him trying to figure out what the room was like.

He decided now to test out the rest of his limbs, and find out just what the situation was – or at least, his situation. He discovered that he was tied to a chair, much like Lizzie and Natasha had been that day in the Tower. His arms were straining behind his back, and his legs were fastened to the chair's leg. The only thing which seemed to have been different was the fact that it wasn't ropes which held him, but some kind of chains. He sighed, knowing that chains he had no hope of escaping unless someone outside assisted.

Leaning his head on the back of the chair, he thought on what Alex could possibly have planned for Clint and he. Why would he take them? The answer which seemed to come with abundance was that Alex wished to use him, in some way, against Elizabeth. But in what manner? Obviously her daughter meant more to her than he did, evidenced by the fact that she left him when her daughter's life suddenly was in danger. Loki growled lightly. Although he loved her, he was furious that she would abandon him like that – much like everyone who so-called 'loved' him. Maybe she didn't? Maybe she was simply using him as some kind of distraction? He cleared his head, wondering when it was that he had started doubting her. 'When she left you, after she swore she wouldn't' the little voice in his head reminded him.

The sound of Clint groaning alerted him of his wakening. "Good morning... or probably evening by this point." Loki said in a faux chipper tone. "How was your rest?"

"Painful." Clint replied groggily. "Remind me never to go out with you again."

"You can't blame me for what happened." Loki replied. "Contrary to my reputation, I don't approve of mind control."

He could hear Clint snickering. "Well, remind me to take you to see that scepter, because I vaguely remember you touching every person you met with it." he retorted.

"Beside the point." Loki retorted.

"Very much to the point, tall-dark-and-green." Clint replied.

Loki groaned. "I swear, if Stark gives me another nickname I'll skin him." he threatened.

"If we ever get out of here, I'll help you." Clint said, the sounds of his own chains clinking reaching Loki's ears.

"Ah, so you've discovered that our host is quite archaic." the prince commented.

"Fucking heavy shit right here." Clint mumbled. "I can't remember the last time I was in chains."

"I can..." Loki trailed off.

"Well, I've no doubt you're into all that kinky shit." Loki could hear the smile in his voice as he said it.

"Kinky?" Loki repeated. "What does that—oh!" The memory of Tony Stark explaining the word 'kinky' entered his mind, which he quickly banished. That particular memory was not one of his favorites. "You read too many myths."

Clint chuckled, as if he'd suddenly hit on a marvelous joke he wasn't willing to let go yet. "Oh please, that helmet? You have to be into that kind of stuff." Clint immediately thought of Lizzie, but purposefully kept off the subject of the woman, remembering how sensitive the man beside him was about her.

"My... sexual preferences aside, we are currently in some kind of a ship." Loki said, switching topics. "I can smell the ocean."

"I can't." Clint replied, turning serious.

"Aesir have stronger senses than mortals, Barton. We can hear, see, and smell better." Although, Loki had to remind himself that he wasn't Aesir. "So, I can hear that a thunderstorm is outside—"

"Thor, perhaps?" Clint asked.

"Unfortunately I cannot tell the difference between a regular storm, and one of Thor's." Loki replied, wishing he could.

"Forecast predicted sunny skies for a week." Clint provided.

Loki chuckled. "Then most definitely Thor." he said, the two of them lapsing into silence for a moment.

"Hey, why do you think that Alex took us?" Clint asked, the question burning in his mind. "Does it have something to do with Lizzie?"

"I think so." Loki replied. "I don't know exactly his plan, but it definitely has something to do with Elizabeth."

Clint nodded, not that Loki could see. He braced himself for his next line of questioning. "Loki?"

"Yes, Barton."

"You have to tell me about her past."

Silence followed, and Clint thought he had lost any communication that he could have possibly had with the other man, resigning himself to considering how to get out of there alone.

"I suppose you're right." Loki's voice suddenly cut through the silence. "You have a right to know."

"Really?" Clint asked. "'cause every other time I've asked, I've been met with 'Lizzie' – sorry – 'Elizabeth will tell you when she's ready.'"

Loki sighed. "Considering we are most likely to see her soon, and Alex has a reason for what he's doing, I can't see the harm in sharing her story so as to help you understand the situation better." he said. "But I swear to you, if you treat her any differently, I will kill you."

"I take you seriously." Clint replied, settling in to hear about his friend's past.


Black heels clicked on the metallic floor of the ship's deck as Lizzie walked down the corridor. Her meeting was finished, and she felt physically sick, and emotionally ready to murder. Alex's guard had grown in her absence, going from a select few of twenty to a large group of seventy-eight. What made her even more nauseous was when she found out that more than half of them were created like she was. It was horrible to know that during her time away he had done more damage than the last time she had known him.

However, it was the last thing she had learned that made her want to absolutely kill anyone who came into her path. Pepper was going to be put on one of Alex's tables, her ability due to Extremis catching his attention enough that he wanted to take the next step and start doing it to normal humans. Had she not been on a mission, and had not Pepper been onboard, Lizzie would have killed Alex and simply dealt with the consequences. Her one mistake in the previous timeline had been to let him live, a mistake she would not be making again.

Without thinking, she had wandered into the hold of the ship, the thought that there might be prisoners down there not even crossing her mind until the voice of one of the mutants caught her attention. "May I help you, Anesthesia?" the mutant, who she vaguely remembered meeting in the very beginning. He was tall, and broad shouldered, reminding her of Bruce when he was in Hulk form.

"No, I wandered down here in search for some privacy, and the only way you can help is if you allow me to do that on my own." she snapped, giving him her best glare. The mutant's brow rose, and he backed away.

"I'm sorry, but Herr Schmidt said you were not allowed down here until orders came." he replied.

Lizzie opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Alex's voice. "Elizabeth? What are you doing down there?"

She turned, her face a mask of cool indifference as she took him in behind her. "I was interested in seeing what each of the parts of the ship held. It wouldn't do me any good to get lost, now would it?" she asked him.

"No, it wouldn't. You might meet someone you wish you hadn't." Alex replied, looking at the door past the hulking mutant. "Like the prisoners in that cell, for instance."

"Why, who's in there?" she asked, now curious to what he was hiding from her.

Alex seemed to roll her question around in his brain. "Perhaps I will show you tomorrow... tonight, I wish to have you all to myself." he purred, inciting disgust in Lizzie's stomach. This was another thing which made her want to throw up – Alex's constant possessive attitude toward her. However, she knew she could not show it, her charade included allowing his behavior. "I forbid you from entering that cell without me, Elizabeth, do I make myself clear?"

"Very well." she said, looking very much put out. "Tomorrow then."

A grin spread on Alex's face as he slithered his arm around her waist, pulling her body close to him as he teleported to his quarters in the ship. If she had looked into his mind, she would have been even more revolted at his thoughts – as he looked in hers, however, he was amused and furious.

As she had been around him, she could only compare him to the man who had been in the cell which he had forbidden her to enter until the next day... still, he felt absolutely amused with how much fun he was going to have destroying her beloved Loki, showing him how much Elizabeth truly belonged to him.


Frigga sat in her garden, contemplating the news which had just reached her ears. Heimdall had seen Lizzie's little plan carried through, and Alex's counter seizing of Loki and Clint. She was loath to tell Thor, knowing that the boy would most-likely do something rash in order to save his brother. Although it would be foolish, Frigga had to smile. No matter what Loki did, Thor would always come to his aid if he needed him – she only wished that Loki would realize that.

"You have been out here for three hours," Odin's voice sounded from behind her, alerting her to his presence. "What is it?"
Frigga sighed, she would have to tell him, she just wondered what his reaction would be. "I suppose you know that Heimdall sent a messenger to see me?"

"Yes, but he went straight to you. Apparently I was not allowed to hear it." Odin replied, sitting down next to her. "Why? What did Heimdall see that I am not allowed to be privy to?"
"You are allowed." Frigga replied. "But Heindall did not think that Thor needed to know quite yet."

Odin's brow furrowed, his lone eye looking curiously at his wife. "Whyever not?"

She let out another breath, preparing herself to break the news to him, and then Thor – as he would have to know soon. "Elizabeth Donovan, the woman Loki is in love with, has made a fatal mistake." she told him. "She has turned herself over to her enemy in hopes that she can manipulate him into giving her a child of hers – which, as it turns out, is not alive anymore –" Frigga paused, then resumed. "Then she intends to kill him."

"But she will fail?" Odin asked.

"Yes." Frigga replied. "Her love for Loki is strong... as is his love for her... but I fear for the both of them."

Odin didn't say anything in reply, knowing that she would explain all in due time, instead he gazed on her, seeing the heartbreak on her face.

"I have seen her end, Odin." she eventually whispered. "I have seen her death."

"What does that mean?" he asked.

Frigga looked at him, her eyes glistening in tears for her son. "He will lose faith in her... and she will lose the will to live."

"Does she have it now?" Odin asked.

"She believes that he loves her, and that her daughter is alive. She has everything to hope for. A man who loves her, and a child, they could make the one thing she has always dreamed of: a family. At current, her life is looked directly up, unless she does something foolish and fails." Frigga explained. "But her first crush will be when she finds out that the child is not alive. The second, when Loki's faith in her grows dim as he watches what he believes she has become."

"Then we should stop this!" Odin exclaimed. "Stop this foolishness before it becomes fatal to them both. Why did you not tell me sooner?"
"I thought that he would change it." Frigga said. "I thought that by asking her to stay, by telling her that he loved her, her end would be different... but now I see it has only brought her ruin."

"I don't follow." Odin replied.

Frigga sighed. "By telling her he loved her, he has put himself deeper within her heart. In that case, by then losing him, she will feel it more profoundly than if he had never said he loved her at all. Instead of possibly causing her to cry, or feel pain at his rejection... it will break her—" she stopped. "Oh!" she exclaimed.

"What?" Odin asked.

"That is what Shaw is planning..." she said, her voice light in understanding as she stood up. "He wants her broken... that's why he took Loki. Of course."

Odin pursed his lips, his mind already whirling for a solution. "I will tell Thor, he will get Loki and bring him back where he belongs – hopefully, he will also save the girl before it is too late."

Frigga nodded. "I only hope that Thor gets to Loki before Shaw does." she said. "Or else, everything will happen as I have seen."

"He is still your son, isn't he?" Odin asked with a smile.

"He will always be my son, even if he doesn't look to me as his mother – or you as his father." Frigga replied softly.

"Will he ever?" Odin asked.

Frigga didn't answer, sitting back down instead. Odin nodded at her silence and left the garden, heading to where Thor was... and preparing to tell him the dreadful news. She could only hope that he would be able to help Loki, and avoid the very things she had seen.


well? What did you guys think? Now, I'm going to give you a week to brace yourselves for the fact that Loki is going to turn against Lizzie in the next chapter... know that now. Let me know what you think below.