Instead of teleporting, like I though we would, Loki leads me through the palace. We stop before a door, and Loki lets go of my hand to knock. I wiggle my fingers. He was gripping my hand rather tightly, and now that he's not, I need to get back circulation.

The door opens, and I hear a female voice call "enter". Loki steps inside, motioning me to follow. I quickly go in after him, shutting the door behind me. I turn around to see the room.

Inside, the room is much larger than Sigyn's. There is a large fireplace in the middle, with couches surrounding it. Up a step lies a set of table and chairs, and the walls are covered in draperies and paintings of flowers. There are also many bookshelves here, neatly filled with books. I look at Loki. His posture has relaxed. He seems completely at ease here.

"Where is.." I start to ask, but then a beautiful woman comes in from around a corner.

She smiles, her blue eyes gentle. "Loki."

"Mother." Loki replies, walking over to her. He kisses her hand. "You look lovely."

Her warm gaze meets mine, and I can't help but smile. There's something so comforting about it. "My queen." I say, bowing. There is no way I'm trying to curtsy again, especially in front of her.

I hear a chuckle, and my gaze darts over to Loki, who has clearly heard my thoughts. Resisting the urge to mock glare at him, I look back at the queen.

She smiles at me. "Hello my child. I see that you know better than to release your words so flippantly." She looks at Loki. "Unlike my son."

"You truly are lovely, Mother!" He insists.

"Ah, but is it only today?" She smiles knowingly at him.

He looks down, slightly embarrassed.

I smother a grin. "Thank you my queen." I tell her. I glance at Loki, who is now staring at one of the paintings.

She laughs. "You are very welcome, Cameron."

My gaze snaps up in shock. How does she know my name?

She laughs at my bewildered expression. "Not to worry, Cameron. I haven't been spying on you. You're the talk of the kingdom. It's not very often that a Midgardian comes to Asgard."

"Oh." Is all I respond. At least not often enough to be talked about. I glance at Loki, who is now looking at his mother.

Sensing the tension between us, Frigga smiles. "Why don't we all sit down. I'm sure there's a reason you both came here today."

"Yes, there is." Loki says, making his way to the couches. Frigga and I exchange a glance, then follow him.

After we're all settled on the couches, with Loki sitting next to me and Frigga across from us, Loki starts talking, cutting directly to the point.

"I believe that somehow, Cameron has magic."

Frigga leans back, shocked. "Cameron? But she's only a Midagardian!" She looks over at me. "No offense to you, of course."

I smile. "None taken. That was my reaction when he told me as well."

She nods, then looks back at Loki. "Why do you believe this is so my son?"

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I'm not entirely sure... I believe it might have something to do with the way we are connected. That, and a distant memory. A memory with you."

"And how are you connected?" She asks, now looking curious.

I answer that, glad to be able to say something. "We have a mind link." I'm sure she knows what that is, so I don't elaborate any further.

"A mind link?" She says incredulously. She looks back at her son. "Loki, you know better."

Know better? Now I'm curious. I look back at Loki, wondering how he is going to respond.

"It was necessary." He replies, his eyes scanning the books on the shelves. "As I cannot leave."

"I know my dear." She says, taking one of his hands in hers. "It's just they're very.. dangerous."

I swallow nervously. Dangerous how?

He takes his hand back, standing up abruptly. "I know." His eyes glued to a book case, he strides over to it, plucking a book from the shelf. He turns back to us, his eyes giddy. "Mother I think this is it."

She stands up. "The distant memory?"

I stand up as well, feeling awkward to be the only one sitting. I'm surprised she switched topics so suddenly. Could the mind link really be that dangerous?

Or perhaps she knows her son too well. A familiar voice says, inside my head. Frigga's voice. My eyes widen, and I look at Frigga. She winks at me before heading over to the dining room table.

"Come. We will look at it over here." She speaks aloud to the both of us.

I quickly go over to the table, curious about what the book says, and even more curious about Frigga. Why would she not say that aloud? Is it because of Loki? Can't he hear what she says in my head anyways?

Loki comes over, carefully cradling the book in his hands. He shows no signs that he heard what Frigga said in my head, so I guess that answers that question. He gently places the book on the table and nudges it to Frigga.

I peek at it, and I see why he was taking great care with it. It looks extremely old, the pages bound together by fraying thread, lines cracking the leather cover.

"I remember this book." Frigga muses, her fingers tracing lightly over the cover.

"What's so special about it?" I ask, unable to stay silent any longer. This is supposedly my magic, after all.

Frigga looks up at me, smiling. "It's a book describing ancient magic, magic that hasn't been seen in generations." She looks at Loki. "We had a lesson about it once, when you were first learning magic. That must be why the memory is so distant to you."

Loki nods. "That makes sense."

"What do you remember exactly?" Frigga asks, slowly opening the book.

"An illustration, and a little bit of what it was about."

"Show me." She reaches out and touches his temple. He closes his eyes, letting her see what he is thinking.

My breath immediately hitches, I'm worried she's going to find out why I'm really here, but after a few moments of neither of them moving, I relax. I'm sure Loki is more practiced than me at blocking his thoughts.

Frigga takes her hand back, biting her lip in concentration. She pages through the book, until finally she finds what she's looking for. "Here." She says, turning the book towards me. "This is what he is remembering."

I'm touched that she's trying to include me in this even though I'm not much help. I look at the illustration on the page, and my mouth goes dry. It's... alarming. The illustration shows a figure, drenched in shadow, but that's not what's unnerving. What's unnerving is that behind and around the figure is... chaos. Objects and creatures of any possible size and shape, darkness and light, colors and gray. The image itself seems to warp, as if it's 3D.

I shake my head and look back up at Frigga. "What is that?"

"It is a very old and powerful magic." Frigga says, looking hesitantly at Loki. "Are you sure this is what you think it is?"

Loki's eyes scan the illustration. "Where is the description?" Frigga carefully turns the page, and Loki silently reads what's written there. He nods. "That's definitely what it sounds like."

Frigga looks back at me. "I don't understand how this is possible... she's a Midgardian."

"She is more than that." Loki says, smiling. He meets my gaze. "That is definitely true."

I look down, feeling my cheeks redden. Why must he do this in front of his mother?

He chuckles, and I look back up at Frigga, who has an eyebrow raised at him, speculating.

"Hmm." She closes the book and places it back on the shelf.

Not wanting to be too close to Loki at the moment, I move back down to the couches. She sits across from me.

"So.." I start. "What is it?"

Frigga looks over at Loki, who sits adjacent to me. He nods, meeting her gaze. She sighs and looks back at me. "I know the illustration is... alarming, but I promise you that is not what it is truly like. You can control it. We could teach you." Loki nods beside her. "But there is also the chance that it could be the aftereffects of the bifrost. Some extra magic latched onto you. You could easily let it fade."

Let it fade? Why would I do that? It's not every day you learn you have magical powers. I meet her gaze. "I want to learn." I tell her. Honestly, I'm a little worried, but they said they would help me. Nothing could go that badly wrong, right? "What's it called?" I ask.

"Describing." Loki says. I look over at him. "It's called Describing."