As soon as I say that, Loki reaches out and grabs my arm, squeezing it tightly. I'm too drained to resist, and we teleport up to his room. I jerk my arm away and move away from him, refusing to look at him.

He sighs. "Please, Cameron, can't we just talk this out?"

I ignore him, staring at his books. I hear him sit down on his bed, just the softest whisper of fabric. His bed doesn't even creak. Stupid perfect Asgard. I don't even want to be here.

"You said you wanted to talk, so why aren't you speaking to me?" He asks.

I close my eyes, trying to hold back the rage that threatens to burst out of me. He doesn't know that I talked to Sigyn. It's natural that he's confused. Or he's lying to me. He is the god of mischief and lies, after all. I sigh and turn to face him, meeting his gaze. "I just wish you had told me." I say simply. If I say any more, I'm worried I will say something I will regret.

He frowns. "Told you what?"

My previous thought about not wanting to regret anything gets thrown out the window. I clench my fists. "Told me about the other maidens! And about how you tricked one of them into thinking she was pregnant!" I yell at him, unable to remain calm any longer.

The shocked expression on his face makes everything almost worth it. Almost. But I wasn't forced here to shock him. I'm here to get some answers. And some answers I will get. "Who told you that?" He asks, somehow sounding calm still.

I grit my teeth. "You know who." I respond testily. "You left me with her!"

His eyes visibly darken as he realizes who I'm talking about. "Sigyn." He hisses. His clenches his fists, clearly pissed. He quickly stands up, about to leave, but I raise a hand, stopping him. He looks at me, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Sit." I order, pointing back down at the bed. I don't care if I'm his servant or not. I need some answers.

Gritting his teeth, he slowly sits back down. He closes his eyes for a few seconds, then looks at me. "Yes. There were other maidens. I was going to tell you, eventually."

"And when was that?" I cross my arms. "After I had left Asgard for good? So that way I couldn't ruin whatever grand plan you have?"

Now he just looks confused. "Grand plan? What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about!" I yell. Tears start to burn behind my eyes. How can he not see it? "I am nothing more than an experiment to you, jumping back and forth between worlds. Something to test your mind powers on." I sigh, feeling defeated. Now that I've actually said it, it's like a huge weight has been set upon my shoulders. "You see nothing special about me, I am only a pawn in your game."

Loki is silent, not knowing what to say. After a few moments, he gets up and comes over to me. Cupping my face in his hand, he brushes away my tears with his thumb. He smiles sadly. "In order to play a game, there must be an opponent. And I have none."

I look up at him, my eyes still blurred. What is he trying to say? I can't help the feeling of hope that begins to rise in me. There has to be a reason why he dislikes Sigyn so much. Maybe this is why. She tried to turn me against him.

He drops his hand to his side, and I immediately miss the warmth of it. I shake my head. What am I thinking? I'm mad at him... aren't I?

Sensing my conflicted emotions, he continues. "You are very important, Cameron. You are not an experiment, and you are special." He pauses, meeting my gaze. He's smiling slightly. "This is the reason why you are only partly here, why you can jump in between worlds."

I look down at my hands, my emotions still swirling around. I don't understand what he's saying. Aren't I only partly here so he can practice his weird mind tricks? He touches my arm gently, causing me to look up at him again. His eyes shine with some unnamed emotion. "You are too important to have your life interrupted. It's as simple as that."

"What?"

He smiles. "You know what, Cameron. You have your entire life ahead of you on Midgard. You deserve to have that. And because you are special, because of how strong your mind is, you can have it."

I'm tearing up again. I was so wrong. So, so wrong. How could I have believed what Sigyn was telling me? He.. he cares about me. He really does. So much that he didn't want to take away my life on Midgard. Feeling a surge of gratitude, I hug him. "Thank you, my king." I whisper.

He gently hugs me back. "You're welcome, Cameron."

We remain in that position for some time before I pull away. I meet his gaze. "I'm sorry." I tell him. For doubting him. For wanting to never come back. For lying.

"It's okay." He says, smiling. "I forgive you."