I walk with the woman through the hallways until she stops and turns to me, now standing beside a doorway. "This is my room." She smiles, opening the door. She goes inside, holding the door for me as I follow her in.

Her room is much bigger than Loki's, which I find strangely hilarious, considering he's a prince and she's.. I don't know. A noble of some sort, I assume. Her room has two levels, one down lower with a bunch of couches, and one a step up above which holds a ginormous bed and dresser.

She sits down on one of the couches, gesturing for me to sit across from her. I do, waiting for her to say something. She gazes at me for a few moments, with a saddened look in her eyes. Why is she so sad? Could it have something to do with why Loki dislikes her so much?

"I bet you're wondering why I brought you here, Cameron." She says.

I smile. "You could say that." I meet her gaze, suddenly realizing that I don't know her name. "I don't believe I caught your name."

"Ma'am." She corrects.

My smile falters for a second, but I quickly bring it back. Even if I wasn't a servant, she's still my better. "Ma'am." I remedy. "My mistake."

She laughs. "I didn't know if you would do it." She leans forward, and grasps my hand. "Don't worry about it, we're equals now." She lets go of my hand and leans back. "I'm Sigyn."

I nod, but then my eyes widen as her name clicks. Sigyn. Loki's wife. "You're..." I sputter. "Loki's wife?"

Her eyes sadden, but she smiles. "Not anymore. We've been broken up for many centuries. He's just yet to make it official, though he shows his distaste for me."

I feel my heartbeat relax, my worries of her suddenly bringing me here to hurt me in a jealous rage gone. I bite my lip, unsure of how to respond. After a few minutes of sitting in silence, Sigyn speaks up.

She sighs. "I'm sorry, you're not here to listen to me ramble on about the past." Her gaze meets mine. "You're here for a different reason."

"And what is that?" I ask, looking into her eyes.

She smiles lopsidedly. "I wanted to ask you a question.. it's very personal, and probably strange, but..."

"I don't mind." I tell her, already knowing where this is going. Maybe this time I can get some answers about why everyone keeps asking me this.

"Are you pregnant?" She asks finally.

For about the fourteenth time, I shake my head no. "I'm not." I tell her. "Do you know why everyone keeps asking me that?"

She laughs softly. "You mean he hasn't told you? You must be important then."

Despite how solemn she sounds, I have to laugh. "Important? Not in the way you're thinking. We're just ..." What exactly were we? A Midgardian and a god? A servant and a master? A subject and a king? I don't honestly know.

"Friends?" Sigyn prompts.

"Friends, yes." I accept. That will work for now.

She smiles knowingly. "Friends it is, then." Her gaze suddenly loses focus, and she mutters to herself. "That's how the ones before were as well, in the beginning."

The ones before? What on Earth is she talking about? I clear my throat awkwardly, and she snaps out of it, meeting my gaze. "Sorry." She says. "You probably have no idea what I'm talking about."

"I don't." I agree. "But you do."

She sighs. "Sadly, you are correct." She meets my gaze again. "The reason everyone keeps asking you if you're pregnant is because the maiden before you was tricked into thinking that she was pregnant by Loki. Only he and Lady Sif knew the truth."

There was a maiden before me?! I feel a surge of jealousy run through my veins. He told me that this was the first time he had done this with a human, the switching back and forth between worlds. That means for this other maiden, and who knows how many others, he actually brought them to Asgard. And yet he only brought a part of my mind.

What is a part of a mind compared to an actual live person? Suddenly feeling the need to escape, I stand up, ignoring the burning behind my eyes. "I'm sorry, Sigyn, Ma'am, but I need to go." I don't deserve to be an equal to her. I'm not even fully here. I run out the door, now blind, because the tears that were threatening have finally come.

I turn randomly, not caring where I'm going. I just need to leave. To get out of here. I see the world darkening, and I know I'm about to go back to Midgard. Good. I slip into a random room, closing the door just before I black out.

A/N: Really short chapter, but I think it's fitting considering the circumstances. Once again, thank you for reading. :) -Elodymia