After a night full of traumatic experiences, Corine had found herself in a whole different set of private quarters. This one, much bigger than her last. The walls a darker color, giving the entire space a darker vibe. Her blue eyes had fluttered open. She sat up, looking around the room. A bathroom that was connected to the bed chambers, and another room, from where she sat looked as if it were someone's private study. Her brow perked, she looked down to the emerald, satin sheets, covered by a pile of black furs for bedding. Looking down, she had been dressed in a thin, black night gown, made entirely of the finest silk. A burning sensation came from her chest. Corine's finger delicately grazed over the wound. A hushed whimper slipped from Corine's lips. The pain, it was worse than before.

"Did you sleep well?" The sudden sound of a voice caused her to jump, immediately averting her eyes by the right side of the bed. There he was, lounging in a velvet, emerald shade armchair, with a decadent filled of some sort of substance. The smell of liquor hit her nose instantly, causing it to scrunch up for a second. He had looked as if he hadn't slept at all. She pulled the sheets up close to her, as if she was covering herself up, "I... I am fine. Where did you sleep?" Loki looked utterly confused at the question, "My bed, of course?" Corine, was rather shocked, yet her she didn't physically show it. "I'm sorry, I didn't know..." Loki scoffed, "Not to worry, I didn't touch you. We all know what happens when I do," he sneered, taking a swig of the Asgardian whiskey. He set the decadent down by the chair, rising up to make his way around the large bed, onto her side. Loki had already been dressed that morning. Black leather. Despite the stench of whiskey and the look of exhaustion, he was well put together. He sat himself close to her on the edge of the bed, pulling both her hands and the sheets down to reveal that laceration across her chest, that had now been stitched up by the palace healers. His fingers barley graze across the wound, as he continued to observe it, "It will form into a scar, a pity I'm afraid." Corine's eyes averted away from his. She didn't want to even look at him, let alone be touched by him. Loki could feel her tensing up, "This is why I told them to return you back to Midgard," he whispered to himself. He rose up rather quickly. Brushing his apparel off, before turning on his heel to exit the room. "I didn't ask for this you know," she choked out. His hand was placed onto the handles on the doorknob the second she spoke. His grip tightened around it, causing it to break off. He turned to her, eyes narrowed, "And you think I did, little girl?" He made his way back over to her, practically pulling her out of the bed by her wrist. She quickly jerked her wrist away, before a hand struck his cheek. Tears flowing down her cheeks, "Don't you dare touch me! You've done plenty of that already, and look where it has us!" Loki growled, "And do you think I truly even wanted this? Let alone you? You were a mere distraction. Only there to take a bit of edge off before I was to complete my task, you mewling quim. Do you think I actually want that bastard you are carrying? I AM NOT CAPABLE OF CARING FOR LET ALONE LOVING ANYTHING OTHER THAN MYSELF YOU DAFT MORTAL!" His tone frightened Corine. Tears continued to run down her cheeks, "You act as if I have done this on purpose! You act as if I had planned to trap you into this situation! I was drunk! I was celebrating being free from a man, and now look where that led me! Bound to another by an unexpected pregnancy!" Loki, for the first time in quite some time, had no smart remark to make. Her words stung. Eternally bound to this mortal, by something the two of them created as a mistake. He sneered, "You may not have asked for this, but you sure as hell aren't doing anything about handling it." Another strike at his cheek. Rage consumed the god. Her hand lifted once more, but before it could strike, his hand clasped around it tightly, "Stress, will not help this situation! It could drive you even more mad than what you already have become!" Tears stinging her eyes. She had no smart remark, nothing left to say. Loki released her hand, "I'll send the healers in the afternoon, to make sure that wound is properly cared for." With that, he turned on his heel, pushing the large mahogany doors wide open, as he exited the quarters.

Hours had passed, and Loki would have been found in the library. An open book he had been reading, now covering his face, as he was lounging across a velvet futon, fast asleep. The first hit of decent sleep he has had in quite some time. Yet it would of course be disturbed by a book being chucked at his stomach. He groaned, tossing both books aside. The Warriors Three, along with Lady Sif, stood in the door way. He groaned, "Haven't you fools heard? Flogging is out of the sentence as of last night." Fandral, chuckled, as he settled down in the futon opposite of Loki, "Oh that's not all we have heard! Never knew you had a taste for mortal girls. Perhaps it, runs in the family?" Laughter filled the room from Fandral and Volstagg. Sif, on the other hand, struck the back of Fandral's head, "Enough!" In that moment, Loki's eyes avert to Corine's figure, as she was gracefully striding down the corridors, with at least four guards behind her. The emerald gown she had chosen for that day, it could draw attention instantly, as if she wasn't already attractive to Loki. Fandral and Volstagg glanced back, with widened eyes, "My my, what a pretty thing she is, doesn't even appear to be with child at that." Loki's eyes narrowed as both of them turned back around, "Oh, come now your highness, we wouldn't dare touch your mistress!" Sif rolled her eyes as she settled in the same futon as Loki. "I happen to think she's rather interesting. I exchanged a few words with her this afternoon briefly. She's fair maiden indeed." A smirk quickly painted across Fandral's lips, "That she is indeed. How in the world Loki could bed a maiden like that, is beyond words." Loki's brow rose, his signature smirk appeared, "Really? I am afraid that isn't what your sister has claimed in the past?" Fandral, enraged, quickly rose up, withdrawing his sword, while Loki had risen up as well, a dagger appears in both hands. Sif and Volstagg quickly came between the two, "ENOUGH! You both are acting like children!" Volstagg quickly grabbed ahold Fandral, drawing him away from the situation, while Sif turned to Loki, "You shouldn't have mentions Aria, her death is still a rather sensitive topic!"

Loki shrugged, as he sat back down in the futon. He buried his face into the palm of his hands for a moment. Holding in all of the emotions, the stress. Sif, began to sit down by him, until sirens coming from the prisons. Loki's eyes quickly avert to the amount of guards running down the corridors, "Corine," he whispered. In that moment, Loki began racing down the corridors. The same direction he had seen her going down earlier. On his way down, he ran into Thor, "She is safe! She is with Frigga, along with Jane. It is another attack by the dark elves." Loki's eyes widen, "JANE?! Aren't they looking for the power she is currently being consumed by?" There was brief pause, before Thor had come to his senses. The two brothers began racing down the corridors. Thor quickly swung the door open, but it was too late. The dagger plunging into Frigga. The light leaving her eyes. While Thor swung his hammer towards the fleeing Malekith and his creature companion, both Loki and Odin clung to Frigga, who was now lying on the ground. Hidden behind a column, was both Jane and Corine. Tears stung both of the women's eyes, witnessing the three men, mourning over the fallen queen. Loki, trembling, he rose up to his feet, once the guards began to scoop up the corpse of his mother. His eyes avert to the mortals, mainly focusing on the one he feared for the most. His mortal.