"Just what are you planning to do in the mortal world, Freya?" teenage Loki asked teenage Freya as they walked to the Bifrost.

"It has nothing to do with you, My Prince." She answered aloof, ignoring the frustrated man that kept walking by her side to match her fast strides. Loki walked faster and got in front of her, stopping her momentum.

"Are you going to leave me again, when you barely came back from your last escapade to Midgard?" he leaned closer and caught her eye.

"Escapade?" Freya snorted. "So that's what you think." with that, she moved around him and walked even faster to the Bifrost. Loki threw his arms up in the air in frustration. He caught up to her not long after and matched her stride again.

"You know, Mother was looking forward to our sorcery lessons again," Loki started, but got cut off.

"I already told the Queen Mother about this." Freya brushed it off.

"Thor's going to drag you back for a spar--"

"He's currently resting from our spar earlier today."

"Lady Sif would miss her friend--"

"I drank with her just yesterday, and she told me to go do what I want."

Loki stopped walking at that, and Freya stopped as well and turned around to look at his dejected face.

"So I'm the last one you told about this?" He whispered, hurt evident in his eyes. Freya softened and took a step closer to him, her hand went up to his cheek.

"Oh Loki..." Her thumb brushed his cheek back and forth, and she leaned closer to place a tender kiss on his cheek.

"I know if I told you earlier, you won't let me go." Her hand dropped. Freya turned around and walked in to see Heimdall who greeted her with a nod.

"Good Afternoon, Freya."

"Good Afternoon to you too, Heimdall. My destination is Midgard, if you please." Freya went and stood at the opening, clutching her satchel.

Loki came inside with an unreadable look on his face, ignoring Heimdall's greetings and walked straight to Freya.

"When will you come back?" He asks softly as he held her wrists. Freya looked away, unable to answer.

"Is it going to be another two hundred years?" Freya looked down.

"Three hundred? Four hundred?" His voice broke as Freya didn't answer.

"...Freya?"

"I don't know, My Prince." She answered honestly. Loki dejectedly let go of her wrists and stepped back.

Freya turned to face Heimdall as he asked, "Ready?" which she answered with a nod.

"I'll be back soon, Loki. Don't worry." She gave the man a little smile. Heimdall summoned his powers and just before she teleported, Loki could read the whispers from her mouth,

I'll be back.

Freya never came back. It has almost been five hundred years that Loki longed for her. He took several trips to Midgard throughout the years, but can't seem to find her, even with all of his magic.

It was like Freya was gone.

I'll be back.

Loki scoffed as he remembered the memory.

Liar.