Loki sighed, it was the day of the Mjötuðr and Alexia only had another two days before she would awaken. He was not tired, Alexia's window seat was more than comfortable, and his hand servant brought anything he required, and with Alexia asleep, he used her bathing facilities, but he felt somewhat alone. Without the Midgardian to speak with him, he felt as he had when Thor became more inclined to spend time with the Warrior's; her presence was a comfort, staving off complete loneliness like physically being in the group with Thor and the others had been, but he felt cast out, and alone. Looking over at her, she seemed to be comfortable, her maids having tended to her bathing needs while Loki had washed in her rooms earlier, and though he knew Midgardian's usually did not fare well when they did not eat for several days, the process her body was undertaking meant that Alexia was able to go without the food her body required.

"Brother." Thor looked to the window as he entered, knowing that Loki would be stationed there, having usually stayed a few hours a day with Alexia also.

"I am not your brother." The younger growled.

"We were raised as such, so I will always see you as such."

"What do you want Thor?"

"Will you come to the feast, she will be fine for an hour or two?"

"Are you mad? Of course, I am not going, even if Lexi was to rise from her state now and declare that all she wanted in the world was to go, I still would not attend."

"Funny how you went to referencing her wishes," Thor grinned.

"You were the one to bring her into it. I never liked this feast Thor, not since we were youths, and I do not plan to start now."

"Fine, I said I would try." Thor forfeited. "But you know where to find me should you need me."

"I never need you."

"You were glad of my presence the day we took on the Niðavellir Trolls."

Loki's eyes widened in frustration. "You were the reason they chased us in the first place you moronic fool. If you had not insulted the King of Niðavellir's daughter, there would not have been an incident."

"Well, she did look like a Bilgesnipe," Thor argued.

"You do not say that to them. Norn's, and you say I lack tact with maidens."

"The last ting she could be referenced as was a maiden and I was not trying to court her."

"Nor am I trying to court any either."

Thor chuckled and left. "Keep saying that brother, if you say it enough, you may begin to believe your own lie." He stated quietly as he left once more.

The feast began without much issue, there were speeches by the Allfather, some of his Lords and even Thor, food and drink were aplenty, as was good music and conversation, but Loki did not find interest in going to it. The guests were overall pleased and the Allfather was satisfied with the festivities.

It was among the dancing and music that those who had ulterior motives began to put their plan into action; walking among those gathered, collecting what information they could, finding out where in the palace the Wielder was, and more importantly, who was guarding her. Though only a few knew the answer to the first question, free flowing alcohol and egos made for loose lips, one or two lords were bragging that the Wielder was in her rooms as her transformation took place, and where were they, but in the royal wing of course, for she was to be kept close to the Allfather, she was too precious a gem to be allowed be kept near so many. The answer to the second question was somewhat obvious, of course, the Allfather would have her heavily guarded by his personal Einherjar, but there was an obstacle that they had not envisioned, Prince Loki had not been seen since she went to eat the apple, but his hand servants were seen entering and leaving her rooms, that presented a problem to them. Prince Loki, though not as intimidating in appearance as the older son, was a very challenging and formidable opponent, intelligent and quick, but again, loose lips tell big secrets, he was without his seidr they learned, its whereabouts, apparently locked inside Gungnir, now absorbed by the Allfather's staff, never to be given to the Prince again for his actions against Midgard. That was some solace, but they still had to worry about him, unlike Thor, he did not require a lightning emitting war weapon, some blades and shadows were all he needed, and he was far more deadly, his victims would not even know they were dead until they were met by Hela herself in her realm.

With a nod, they slipped quietly and inconspicuously out of the feast and into the great hallways of the palace. There were Einherjar patrolling the halls, not paying much heed to what seemed to be just a few guests making their way back to their rooms. They made their way through the palace quietly, having studied the palace layout, they knew that their rooms were nowhere near the royal wing, the Allfather had far too much sense to trust those from a realm that he had only the slightest amiable relations with to be placed near him, his sons or his beloved new toy. They were grateful for the spells they had gotten from a spiteful Light Elf that had a score to settle with the king that permitted them to make themselves invisible to even the great Aesir, and began on their new route, quietly sneaking through the great corridors and towards the private rooms of the Aesir royal family. They were within a stairwell of the great rooms when they were startled to hear a great horn bellow, not from the palace, but from outside.

Thor had been enjoying talking and laughing with the Warriors and the Prince of Vanaheim, a longtime friend when the sound of the great horn ripped through the noisy room, drowning out all another sound. He and the Warriors looked at one another for a moment before looking to see that Odin had risen to his feet at the high table and Diarmaid had begun to make his way towards the doorway. Thor did not need to ask anything, he knew, the horn was to warn of an attack, and it appeared that there was one thing that the attackers could be after.

Loki was after reading all the old tales from Midgard, they were depraved, ridiculous and somewhat entertaining; and he had to agree with Thor, not that he would admit such to him, the older versions were far more interesting. In his curiosity, he had read other literature from the realm, most of which he thought was tripe, but some were of interest. He looked over to the bed, where Alexia remained as though just in regular sleep, a limb twitching or frowning slightly every so often. He could not wait for her to wake, so he would have her company again.

"Just in case you are wondering, the Mjötuðr is taking place at the moment, and I am grateful to have the excuse of being here with you to avoid it, and of course I am elated at not having to deal with people for this time in general." He commented; though he was not enjoying the one-sided conversation, he decided to speak regardless, knowing she could hear him. "I always thought others should be silent when I speak, but you are not the one I thought that applicable to." He sighed. "Two more days." He said aloud, mostly to himself.

He went back to his book, his eyes skimming over the words until a shrill blow of a horn erupted from the direction of the Bifrost bridge and shattered the tranquil calm of the realm, causing Loki to jump slightly, having not expected such an interruption. Looking around, the reason for his title of the God of Chaos came to the fore, he sensed something was amiss, and that unsettled him. The Einherjar too felt as though they had reason to go on high alert, and stood straight.

Feeling that whatever was afoot, it was regarding Alexia, Loki got to his feet; pointing to one Einherjar he began to give orders. "You, go see what is going on," the Einherjar nodded and did as instructed. "And you," he pointed to another, "Go get as many guards as is possible to protect every door and window of these rooms, understood?"

"Yes your highness," He answered, rushing out the door to do as he was commanded.

Loki walked over to the bed, the room now deserted of all but himself and Alexia, the most of the guards being stationed in the front of her rooms. "I do not know what is occurring Lexi, but I solemnly swear I will not let any harm come to you, just rest, soon this will be over and we will be speaking of this with jest by next week, wait and see." He took her hand in his and squeezed it tightly for a moment, looking at her as she continued to rest. With a glance at the door and then around the room once, he leant down and pressed his lips gently to her forehead. "I will return soon, I am merely in the other room." He swore before turning to the door, going to the other room and commanding the Einherjar gathered outside to take up position.

What he did not notice, nor did any of the Einherjar, was that the doors to her rooms were left open as they entered, as was the one to her bedroom, and as they filed in, there were one or two gaps in them, and under disguise, one of those plotting against Asgard and Alexia were able to make their way into her bedchamber, looking at the defenceless wielder, her greatest guard in the other room, blissfully unaware of the danger she was in.