When you accidentally write almost a whole chapter in third person, before remembering your whole book is in first. *face palm*

As I stood just outside the doors, the raucous laughter spilling out from the crack just above the floor, the torchlight glancing off the golden bits of his armor, I pondered on the events of the past two days.

Again, I had saved the Allfather in his sleep, but this time, the impending threat hadn't been my doing. The revolution had been stomped out, and the feast on the other side of the doors was actually in my honor, for once.

And all it had taken for me to get love and recognition was for me to speak.

Perhaps my voice, and, really, anyone's, was neutral. Neither good nor bad, but with the potential to be either or both. My words weren't the problem. It was my heart, where the words were coming from. And, as Sigyn had told me, I truly meant to do the right thing.

Speak of the Sigyn, and she'd appear, I supposed, for her graceful form emerged around the corner, a small smile adorning her beautiful face. "Well, hello, stranger." She hummed, taking my arm gently. "Where can you have been delayed to? They're all waiting for you, in there."

I chuckled softly, and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Maybe I'll let them sit on the edges of their seats for a little longer." I returned. "Now that I have you to occupy me."

She gave me a flat, unimpressed, yet slightly amused look. "The first time anyone holds a feast in your honor, and you're shockingly late. Why am I not surprised, oh, Drama Queen?"

Playfully, I booped her nose. "I believe the term is fashionably late, darling. Why don't you take my place? You're far better with people."

"Cause I didn't earn this." She smirked. "When you walk trough those doors, everyone will hail you as the hero I always knew you were. But you better believe I'll be by your side, soaking up twelve percent of the attention."

"Thank you." I fervently whispered. "For believing in me. I couldn't do any of this, if it wasn't for you."

"It was my pleasure." She smiled. "Now, are you sure you should be standing up? You might want to go sit down at the seat of honor, my love. You're looking a mite pale."

"I always look a mite pale." I grumbled, but pushed open the door, anyway.

For a moment, there was a dead, heavy silence, as everyone turned to look at the two of us, before the room erupted into applause.

Applause. For me. It was almost too much to believe.

I gave a short, polite bow, my poor introverted self not used to all the attention, especially positive, and tried to hold my head high, despite the burning of my cheeks, as I led Sigyn over to the royalty's table.

"I just realized I'm a princess, now." Sigyn laughed merrily, as she helped me into my seat, and settled herself between Thor and I.

"You weren't, before?" I innocently wondered, a smile playing at the edge of my gaze. "Goodness, I could've sworn…"

"Well, she is, now, I suppose." Thor beamed at me, pride overflowing from his eyes. "I think Father would really like you, my lady."

Unconsciously, I stiffened at the mention of Odin. I still wasn't exactly sure how I felt about the Allfather. After all, he had been the driving force for my attempted suicide, and, therefore, the torture. I still had nightmares about the scornful look on the old king's face as my hand released the spear, and I fell into the depths of the Void.

No.

I wasn't going to think of that.

Odin was a person too, and he deserved a second chance just as much as I. As soon as he woke up, I would set about giving it to him. That was my current goal.

"I should say he does." Sigyn laughed. "He gave us permission to wed, after all."

Oh, yes. I'd forgotten about that.

It was honestly horrifying the amount of information that had slipped during my time on the Sanctuary.

Perhaps there was a time, way back in the past when I had been on good terms with my adoptive father, or at least, not bad terms. I could recall a day when the crushing despair that I would ever be good enough for Odin wasn't as pressing, in truth. Perhaps I could work for a healthy relationship, again.

Odin wasn't perfect, not by any stretch, but in honesty, no one was. Maybe the Allfather couldn't be a perfect parent, but from what I had read, he was a valuable friend. Besides, I never exactly liked it when people didn't like me.

"A toast!" Thor suddenly boomed, startling me from my thoughts. "To the savior of Asgard!"

Mentally, I rolled my eyes with a fond smile. Of course the Thunderer would be vain enough to pledge to himself…

"TO LOKI!" The crowd cheered.

Wait.

What?

This had to be some sort of jest. In confusion, I glanced around at the cheering people, and the very smug face of my wife.

"What's that look for?" I whined, pushing my vegetables around my plate with my fork.

"You honestly thought that at a feast in your honor there wouldn't be any toasts to you?" She laughed. "I mean, I haven't been in court since I was a little girl, and I knew better than that."

"Why would there not be, brother?" Thor laughed heartily. "You did save Asgard, after all."

"You were the one who did all the smashing…" I mumbled half-heartedly, although I was secretly extremely gratified by the praise.

Sigyn patted my arm. "Don't think so lowly of yourself. Thor wouldn't have known to do any smashing if it wasn't for you."

That was an excellent point, and I gave Thor a tiny smile.

'The people love you, brother." He insisted. "Better get used to it."

Thus it is Told.