Your name is Maite Hirsch and your training just got a hell of a lot harder.

The reason for that is of course very valid- if your relic is starting to teleport you around history, you're gonna need every advantage you can get.

This does not mean you're not utterly exhausted right now. You softly curse Wong's training regime as you collapse on your bed once again.

You've been transferred to the New York Sanctum, as one of maybe five initiates.

You get along semi-well with the others- they're pretty stoked about having someone from an alternate dimension with them and like to compare everything as much as possible.

When you told them Homestuck was already finished, Derek almost got a stroke. Sheesh. Of course, he immediately threatened to trap you in the Mirror Dimension if you gave him any spoilers.

So you're not going to tell anyone... anything.

Not even the future. Because you're gonna find some way to prevent ...that.

After you've slept for like 12 hours. Good god, you are sore.

Which is, of course, when you are teleported again. Why not? Greetings, comes a very familiar sardonic voice.

Hey Princey, this the first time I show up? you greet the Silvertongue.

Contrary to your suspicions, it is. When asked after how he's doing, Loki just sighs and tells you he's been worse. Going over what you know of him, this is very much true.

Still, bit bleak in here, you comment idly. The green-eyed god shoots you a glare. Yes, well, it is a prison, comes from the shapeshifter.

That's when a guard bursts into the room. Thinking fast, you let your form shiver into imperceptible for a moment. Apologies, I'm merely a little illusion Princey conjured. I took the form of the girl that healed his mind on Midgard. He's terribly bored in here.

Loki eyes you for merely a second, something like reluctant respect entering his eyes, before he nods more visibly. The guard thinks it over for a moment and then leaves the room again.

Quick thinking, the god of lies admits. You idly inform him that you thought of this excuse the second that you realised you're probably going to show up here. You simply added the brief invisibility spell on a whim. Made it more convincing, though, didn't it? You shoot him a grin.

Then, without much preamble, you plop yourself down on the floor. And now, you inform the imprisoned Prince, now we're going to play therapist. Because you, Princey? You've got issues.

Your name is Maite Hirsch and you can safely say you've made Loki Odinson speechless.