"This is an outrage!" roared Brunnhilde, "I demand an explanation for this!"

"None of the guards reported seeing anyone, All-Mother," answered Sif dutifully.

"Foster!" boomed Brunnhilde, "You were the last to see Loki!"

"Yes, All-Mother," answered Jane, "but I have no idea as to where he might be now."

"Well, find them!" ordered Brunnhilde, " Make it happen!"

"Yes, All-Mother!" agreed Sif and Jane, turning and leaving the throne room together.

"She is really mad about this," muttered Jane once they were out of earshot.

"Wouldn't you be?" asked Sif, "Have you ever faced such an indignity?"

"I can think of a few…"

The two armored women walked out into the courtyard and then outside the palace grounds. Jane glanced back at the statue of Brunnhilde that stood at the gate. The bronze monument had been defaced with red ink. A giant "X" covered each of the eyes, a tongue had been drawn sticking out of her mouth, one breast had the tragedy mask drawn on it while the other had the comedy mask drawn on it, and a giant circle with a line through it was painted over the crotch. "Loki was here" was written down the side of her left leg.

"How are we supposed to find Loki anyway?" asked Jane.

"We can't go after her unprepared," said Sif, "otherwise she will get the best of us the way she got the best of you."

"Hey!" protested Jane indignantly, "I won that fight!"

"Because she let you," said Sif, "and then she made sure to escape."

Jane huffed and crossed her arms. Sif was right.

"Then what do we do? How do we prepare?"

"We need someone else skilled in sorcery," said Sif, "and can only think of one person with enough of that skill to even keep up with Loki."

"Who's that?"

Sif knocked on the door to the ornate house near the palace. Soon the door was answered. Jane let out a gasp. Amora the Enchantress stood before them, dressed in a long dark green gown. Jane had had a run-in with Amora once before. It had ended with Jane hitting Amora with a bolt of lightning. She hoped Amora wasn't still mad about that.

"Lady Sif," said Amora casually, "and the new Goddess of Thunder. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"We'd like to request your assistance on a mission," said Sif.

"No thank you," said Amora, closing the door.

"The mission is to apprehend Loki!" shouted Sif before the door was completely closed.

Amora paused, then opened the door all the way open again.

"Is he a wanted criminal again?" asked Amora.

"The All-Mother has personally requested his capture," said Jane.

"You don't say," considered Amora, "One moment, please."

Amora withdrew into her home and closed the door. Jane looked over at Sif.

"Amora has seduced many," said Sif, "but Loki is the only one to have seduced her. Dropped her like a rock too. She's still mad about it."

"Alright," declared Amora, emerging with a large ornate sword, "I'm ready."

White mountains lined the grey sky. An unending flurry of icy snow pounded down upon Jane, Sif, and Amora as they slowly hiked their way up the trail. They had all changed into winter wear, but even under all of the furs and in the thick boots it was brutal. Snow was up to their knees, forcing them to kick it away with each step. When they finally reached the top of the trail, they saw endless white mountains out ahead of them. This was Jotunheim.

"A-Any ch-chance you know a spell to find her, Amora?"

Jane's teeth were chattering as she tightly clutched her shoulders, shivering.

"No," said Amora, tightly clutching the hilt of her sword.

Amora was not a swordsman. She had explained that the sword was a gift from Loki after the night they spent together. Though the ornate jewelry that covered the blade turned out to all be counterfeit, Amora kept it anyway. She dreamed of cutting down Loki with the same blade he had "cut" her with.

"Come on," said Sif, nodding down the path, "Let's keep going."

Jane could barely feel her face, though almost all of it was covered in scarves and a hood. Jotunheim was truly the most brutal weather she had ever seen. It was their only lead on where to find Loki though; he had family here. Unfortunately, the frost giants weren't known for their hospitality. No one even knew where they lived. So they trudged on through the snow, hoping to find something.

"Well, look at this!" mused a voice from above, "Brunnhilde sent all of you? I'm flattered."

They all looked up to see Loki casually sitting on the ledge of a cliff face. She was in her feminine form, wearing a long dark green coat with golden trim. She wore thick brown boots and thick brown gloves. She hopped from the ledge and gratefully descended down to the trio. Jane and Sif readied their weapons.

"Oh, don't start with that," chided Loki, "Let's solve this civilly like adults."

Amora let out a roar of rage as she drew her own sword and charged at Loki. Loki didn't move at all. Amora swung her sword into Loki's side, but the moment it connected Loki's body was replaced with a perfect snow replica that burst into powder from the blow.

"You snake!" yelled Amora into the air, "Where did you go!?"

Dozens of pounds of snow poured down on Amora from above, completely burying her under the hill it formed as she shrieked in shock and discomfort. Sif and Jane looked up to see Loki giggling, still sitting on the ledge.

"I thought the whole reason we brought her along was to prevent stuff like this," groaned Jane.

"I think I may have underestimated how much bitterness was clouding her judgment," sighed Sif.

Sif and Jane both leapt into the air after Loki. Loki fled up the side of the mountain. The two women pursued her, jumping from ledge to ledge until they reached the top, where they stepped out onto an expansive snowy plain.

"Where'd she go?" asked Jane.

"Surprise!" declared Loki, leaping out from under the snow behind them.

Neither Jane nor Sif had time to react. Loki grabbed the back of Jane's hood and shoved it down over her face, blinding and temporarily smothering her. Loki continued into a backflip and concluded it with a kick right into Jane's butt. The Goddess of Thunder yelped as she was sent flying forward.

Sif swung her sword at Loki, but Loki skillfully ducked under it. Loki then swiftly made her way between Sif's legs and stood up behind her. Sif was still trying to figure out what was going on when Loki pulled back Sif's trousers and britches. Loki dropped a large snowball in there and yanked upward on both waistbands. Sif's face twisted in discomfort as her pants forced their way into her ass while shoving snow even farther up there. Sif stumbled away, trembling from the cold as she tried in vain to sort out her pants.

"Hey!" called Amora.

Loki spun to face the Enchantress, who had arrived at the top of the cliff with them. She made a hand sign over the black jewel on her necklace. Black tendrils sprung out and flew at Loki. Loki casually dodged each tendril as they passed her before whipping a snowball directly at Amora. Amora let out an "Mmph!" as the snow collided with her face and sent her flying back down the cliff. Loki laughed.

Jane moaned as she slowly got to her knees, her extremities freezing from the cold. She barely had time to wipe the snow out of her face before a hand grabbed the back of her hair and shoved her face back down into the snow. Jane cried out as the coldness cut painfully into her face. Loki made sure to really smear Jane's face through the snow before letting go, leaving Jane spitting snow out onto the ground.

"I believe on Midgard you call that a white washing?" smiled Loki, "Or was that something else?"

"This ends now!" roared Sif.

Loki and Jane both turned to Sif. Amora had just made it back up after her fall, watching Sif as well. Sif leapt high into the air and came down toward Loki, blade out. Loki stood motionless until the blade passed cleanly through her snow body as she fell to pieces. Sif's blow continued into the snow and the ground below it, stabbing into it with all of her might. She heard a loud cracking sound.

"Uh…" muttered Sif.

"I'm guessing that's not a good thing?" asked Jane nervously.

There was a crash as the entire ground gave way. All four warriors found themselves falling into the dark caverns of Jotunheim. The walls were coated in beautiful shapes of ice, many illuminated by glowing rocks. None of them had time to sightsee however, as the single hole quickly split into three. Loki fell down one by herself, Amora fell down another, and Sif and Jane fell down the third. Their screams echoed through the caves.

Amora rose to her feet. She brushed the snow off of her furs and got her bearings. She had fallen deep into a cavern. Light shone down from high above, illuminating the crystalline walls of ice. Amora looked around. Loki had fallen down too. Amora wanted to be the first one to get a hold of her. She wouldn't kill Loki, but she did want the first real crack at her.

Amora heard a rock falling in the distance. Deducing that it must be one of the others who fell down with her, she rushed towards it as quietly as she could. She made it to a corner and pressed herself to the wall, certain the source of the noise was around the corner. She rushed around the corner, sword at the ready.

"Oh!" realized Amora.

She was staring at the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen. Though she was adorned in furs, her body captivated Amora. Amora met the woman's eye and saw a welcoming smile.

This must be one of Loki's tricks, concluded Amora, I won't be seduced so easily this time!

Amora couldn't bring herself to break eye contact with the woman. She beckoned Amora to come closer. Amora did, removing a layer of her furs as she did so. The woman removed one of hers as well. This was happening. She could be with this woman!

I don't care if it's a trick! thought Amora, If there is even the smallest chance I could hold her...

"Mmnnl!"

Amora couldn't move her lips. She had leaned in to kiss the woman, but the moment she was expecting to feel her soft face she found herself kissing a wall of ice instead. Amora tried to back away, but realized to her horror that her lips and tongue were both stuck. Then she heard Loki cackling in the distance.

"MMNNL!" she screamed.

"Oh my," laughed Loki, now in his masculine form and wearing a black overcoat with fine leather gloves, "You have outdone yourself! You've outdone me, even!"

"Mnnl! Mnnl!"

"Oh that's the best part!" clapped Loki, "I didn't have anything to do with this! I just watched it happen. You fell under your own spell, my dear."

Amora looked back at the wall. Loki was right. The wall was reflective. Her seductive charm had hypnotized her by reflecting off the ice. Now she was stuck with her lips pressed against her own reflection.

"One last thing," said Loki.

Loki reached into the back of her furs, grabbed her thermal britches, and yanked up with incredible force. Amora's groans of pain were muffled by the ice plastered to her face. Grunting in anger, she tried again in vain to pull her lips off the wall. It was no use. She resorted to indignantly fixing her wedgie as Loki skipped away laughing.

"Did you hear something?"

"Yeah, your footsteps. Could you at least try to walk quietly?"

"No," said Jane, annoyed, "I thought I heard something from behind us."

"Did you want us to go there and look?"

"Well, yeah."

Sif let out a long sigh. Then she gestured for Jane to lead the way. Jane began to walk toward where she had heard the noise while Sif followed her. Sif was not in a good mood. She hated being bested in battle. She was angry enough that everything was setting her off.

Loki watched from a stalactite as the two walked below him, neither noticing him. Loki had overheard the curt exchange and saw his opportunity. Whispering something into his hands, he threw his words right at Jane.

"Some Head of the Guard you are," echoed Jane's voice from around her, "Loki completely humiliated you out there."

"What was that!?" demanded Sif, drawing her sword immediately.

"What!? Whoa!" cried Jane, holding up both of her hands, "I have no idea what that was, but it wasn't me!"

"As I recall, Loki made quite the fool of you too!"

"Yes!" nodded Jane, "We're in agreement!"

"STOP MOCKING ME!" roared Sif.

She slammed her shoulder into Jane, sending her tumbling off a ledge deeper into the cave. Jane gripped Mjolnir and swung it outward, creating a whirlwind that caught her in the air.

"The Midgardian pretender dares question my decisions!?" echoed Sif's voice.

Now Jane was angry. She swung Mjolnir upward and soared back up to Sif's level and then higher, cape billowing in the wind as she rose high over Sif, Mjolnir at the ready. She swung the mighty hammer in Sif's direction, hurling a bolt of lightning at her. Sif cried out in pain as her body convulsed from the shock, but she kept herself up on her feet.

"You're just jealous a Midgardian is worthy of Mjolnir and you're not!" echoed Jane's voice from around her.

"What in the world?" wondered Jane aloud, turning to look for the source of the noise.

While Jane was facing the other way, Sif grew impatient and hurled her shield straight at the Thunder Goddess. The struck the back of Jane's head, denting her helmet and causing a ringing pain throughout her head.

"Cut it out, would you!?" yelled Jane, "That wasn't me! Someone is messing with us!"

Sif, sword drawn and still crackling from the lightning, leapt up at Jane. She swung her sword, which Jane blocked with Mjolnir. The two weapons collided before both flew from the combatant's hands. The two fell deeper into the caves, locked in a midair wrestling match until they crashed into the ground.

When the dust cleared, Jane had reverted back to her human form. Once she was separated from Mjolnir for longer than a minute or so, she lost all of the powers of a goddess. She wearily looked around for where Mjolnir landed. Then Sif shoved her face into the ground, furious.

"Mock me, will you!?" yelled Sif, "Well allow me to humiliate you! With one of your own Midgardian techniques!"

Jane's eyes widened as she felt Sif reach down her pants and grab the waistband of her underwear. Jane squealed when the high waisted floral briefs were hiked up her back with Asgardian strength until they tore away completely. Jane moaned in pain as she lay motionless on the ground.

"Yes!" cheered Sif, thrusting both fists into the air, "Victory!"

"Bravo!" laughed Loki, emerging from around a corner, now back in her feminine form, "You put on an even better show than Amora! I did have to give you a hand, of course."

"Loki!" growled Sif, dropping the torn undergarments and bringing up her fists ready to fight.

"Indeed," smirked Loki, "Once again the Goddess of Mischief stands triumphant. Once again, you taste defeat by my han-"

Mjolnir collided with the back of Loki's head, knocking her unconscious just before Mjolnir returned to Jane's hand. In a burst of lightning, she was the Goddess of Thunder again. Loki lay motionless on the floor.

"Well," mused Sif, "I guess we did it."

Jane glared at her.

"...where's Amora?" asked Sif.

Elsewhere Amora was still doing her best to pry her face from the icy wall.

"Loki," announced Brunnhilde, "You stand before the judgment of the All-Mother. If you wish to speak in your defense, I suggest you do so now."

"Can I at least be told what I'm being accused of?" requested Loki, "I still haven't gotten a straight answer."

"I do suppose that's fair," sighed Brunnhilde, motioning for an attendant to fetch the formal charges.

The entire palace guard and staff were watching the judgment, including Jane, Sif, Amora, and Fandral. Brunnhilde had elected to make the proceeding private. Loki's unpredictable nature didn't need the help of mob mentality.

Loki stood out as the only one not in Asgardian garb. He wore a black slim fit Midgardian suit, a black tie, a dark green shirt, and a matching green kerchief folded into his jacket pocket. His wrists were cuffed in front of him with uru restraints, inhibiting his sorcery and keeping him restrained.

"Thank you," said Brunnhilde as the attendant returned with a scroll.

Brunnhilde opened the scroll.

"Loki Odinson," she began, "You stand accused of the following: defacing the statue of the All-Mother with crude drawings, the abduction of Aelsa Featherwine of the Fay, two dozen counts of theft of Mjolnir, hypnotizing She-Hulk to brutally beat down Jane Foster…"

Jane blushed. Loki chuckled to himself. Brunnhilde was still listing the charges.

"...unauthorized use of historic palaces, usurping the throne of All-Father…"

"You're one to talk," scoffed Loki, "I only kept the throne for like a week. You're still usurping it."

"SILENCE!"

Loki pantomimed zipping his lips shut. Brunnhilde continued to list the crimes.

"...four accounts of assault on the palace guard, replacing all of the palace's food with salt licks charmed to look like food…"

Loki snorted.

"Loki…" growled Brunnhilde impatiently.

"Oh no," said Loki with a smile, "You can stop there. I just wanted to hear you say that last one out loud."

That earned a quiet chortle from at least one of the guards.

"Have you anything else to say in your defense?" asked Brunnhilde.

"Nope."

"Then as All-Mother, I hereby find you guilty," said Brunnhilde, "You will be escorted to the dungeon immediately. Jane, Sif: you may do the honors."

Loki grunted as Sif tightly gripped one of his cuffed arms while Jane gripped the other. They were squeezing far tighter than was necessary. They roughly walked him out of the room and into the hall leading to the dungeon. The moment they were out of sight of everyone else, Jane and Sif smiled at one another. Then each woman reached one hand down the back of Loki's pants, grabbed his bright yellow boxer briefs, and yanked up until he was on his tip toes.

"Ah, ah, ah!" winced Loki, "Lesson learned! You can stop now!"

Both Jane and Sif released their grip on the underwear, but kept their hold on Loki. Loki then grumbled to himself as he was walked down the hall with bunched up yellow fabric hanging off his butt. The walk itself was made all the more unpleasant from the wedgie he was unable to fix. To make matters worse, when they finally put him in his cell they didn't uncuff him, leaving him still unable to fix the wedgie.

"Wait, ladies!" said Loki worriedly, "You are going to uncuff me, right? This is cruel and unusual punishment! Ladies!?"

Meanwhile, back in the throne room, Fandral approached Brunnhilde at her throne as the others began to leave.

"He's escaped from that dungeon before, hasn't he?" asked Brunnhilde.

"Oh yeah," nodded Fandral, "dozens of times."

Brunnhilde sighed.

"I guess we'll just deal with that problem when it comes to it."