Your name is Maite Hirsch and Loki is a significantly easier patient when he's not in prison.
This is understandably a pretty big relief. You really weren't looking forward to going through all of his issues longer than necessary.
So now what, you ask after another session. The two of you have been on Asgard for almost a week now- Asgardian time, that is. On Midgard, it's still the same week as when you arrived. It makes your head hurt.
Loki asks what you mean. You explain to him that you do still want to help everyone and you can hardly do that when you're in Asgard all day.
The prince looks thoughtful before commenting that he wouldn't make a very good hero. You raise an eyebrow- is he entirely sure about that?
Quite, he nods. Well, you note that he'll likely get plenty of practice. You trade smiles.
The wonders of therapy and living together. The two of you have become pretty good friends at this point- it certainly helps that you know most, if not all the shit Loki went through and haven't judged him for it.
You run a hand through your brown-cum-rainbow hair. I wonder what's going to happen, you mutter.
Amy suddenly hums from the dresser. The two of you look at her, surprised. Loki motions for you to take her. It's the first trip since you got to Asgard.
You're kind of excited as you slip the amulet's chain over your head and your surroundings melt into... Oh.
It's a technological conference. Bern, according to your inner compass. Huh. You'd almost forgotten that Yinsen recognised you way back during your first jump.
Speaking of which... You let the illusion magic Loki taught you shimmer your form into your old self. The seidr feels a bit itchy on your skin, like a wool hoodie.
You start looking around the crowd for Ho Yinsen- there he is. Watching Tony stumble onto the stage, clearly more than a little tipsy.
You slide next to him. "He's drunk, huh?"
The doctor looks at you, surprised at being talked to. "Yes, quite. And you are?"
"Just a visitor... Noone important. And you?"
"Much the same, I suppose. Ho Yinsen," he introduces himself.
"Maite Hirsch," you mutter and focus on Tony.
The lecture he gives is fascinating, except for the fact where you don't understand a single word of it. You mutter confused comments to yourself every now and again while keeping an eye on Stark.
Yinsen eventually asks why you're listening when you clearly have had no interest in the topic in the past.
You explain you're have a degree in psychology and something about Mr. Stark seemed off when you watched a press conference he held, so you were going to attempt to assess his mental state. It's not looking good, you mutter.
Yinsen laughs a little. You shoot him a half-hearted grin before finally deciding to check out the rest of the conference to see if anything else catches your interest.
You don't, and a few minutes later Amy whisks you off again. You meet Loki's eyes and shrug. Just tying up an old loose end, I think, you explain.
Loki waves for you to continue, so you explain Yinsen and Tony. He hums thoughtfully. You let the seidr flow off you again.
Amy hums again, this time interspersing another message- bring your sling ring. You raise an eyebrow at the Relic but oblige.
Your name is Maite Hirsch and you just barely dodged a hail of bullets headed for the man lying limply on the rice sacks behind you.
Author's Note: (kicks the door in) I'M BACK. In the fandom, I mean. You can thank Tom Hollands spectacular acting for that- my god, Far From Home was amazing. Which reminds me that for all the chapters I've written, Spidey hasn't appeared once. Something to be remedied soon. To bad I'm in the middle of writing another arc... Anyway, I'm going to stop rambling.
