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I walk along with the two men as we walk down a corridor together. I find myself getting incredibly anxious by each passing second, unsure of what lies ahead.

"So...where are we going? Or better yet, where are we now?" I ask nervously.

"We are in Fólkvangr." The tall one curtly responds.

And that is where exactly?

As we walk out of the corridor, there is a spacious meadow. I stare at the scenery, enraptured by its beauty. I follow the two aliens out into the vast meadow, staring at the intriguing warriors that I pass along the way. Finally, all of us come to a stop when we approach a throne, and the two men that escorted me here get down on their knees immediately as they pay their respects. I'm about to do the same as to not get into any trouble, but I'm stopped by a soft-toned and raspy voice.

"Oh Tyra...my beloved daughter."

I'm frozen to the spot when I glance up and spot her. The woman I remembered through my earliest memories of childhood.

It's my mother...

She resembles me quite a bit, almost like an exact physical copy except a little more aged, curvaceous, and her hair color being blonde. I remain at a loss of words as she slowly and elegantly approaches me as if she's walking on water like Jesus Christ. Finally, she makes it over to me, and her hands cup my face as she examines me like a delicate treasure.

"My daughter...my beautiful little girl." She coos lightly.

My vision blurs with tears as I experience a loss I didn't quite know I had before now. Not having my mother in my life growing up.

"M- -mom?" I stutter.

She smiles warmly at me, before pressing a kiss to my forehead, and pulls me in for a hug. As much as I dislike physical contact, I find myself craving it instead and allow her to hug me.

"Ingmar, Solveig, how did you come across my daughter?" Freyja nearly cries.

"We found her exploring the Gates, madam. We'll have to do more to disguise them from the mortals."

So that's their names.

Freyja finally pulls away and grabs my hand gently as she leads me over to sit with her on a bench nearby that overlooked the entire meadow.

"What is this place?" I ask.

"It is the place of fallen warriors." She answers.

"This is where you've been all this time?"

"Yes, for it is my duty. You see, while I house these fallen warriors, I gift half of them to Odin amongst Asgard. I...I had to come back." Freyja's smile falters.

She gives my hand a gentle squeeze.

"Tyra...I need you to know...it was never an easy choice to let you go. And for a moment...I almost did not leave. Every time I held you in my arms, every time your father stared at me longingly...it made the decision harder."

"How did you two even meet?" I give her a look of confusion.

Freyja merely chuckles and shakes her head.

"It is not something a child should hear. It started as a moment of passion, but...his company kept me enraptured, I found it difficult to keep away from him. Anthony had quite the talent of making me laugh and smile, something no mortal had ever been capable of."

I can hear the fondness of my father in her tone, and can't help but smile. So for a while, it feels like all that we're doing is catching up like old friends. I'm not even sure if I wanted to leave, or to convince Freyja to come back to Earth, but I decided against it. Suddenly, in the midst of our conversation, her eyes turn milky white and she pauses. When they return to their normal color, I can see the sadness in her expression as she turns back to me.

"I am...sorry. You must go."

"Go? I've only been here for like two hours- -"

Freyja blinks away tears and grasps my hand.

"Tyra. It truly pains me to let you go after not seeing you for all this time...but you are needed elsewhere." She tells me.

"How do you know? Did you have a vision? Like the ones I have?" I question.

She nods in confirmation, and I can't help the sigh that escapes.

"So...what? I pretend I never saw you?" I scoff bitterly.

"No no no." Freyja puts her hand to my cheek. "Tyra. Look at me. You are not unwanted here, but you are needed on Earth. In due time, you'll know why. I love you so much, my daughter. Perhaps, in the future, I can offer my guidance regarding your Vanir abilities. For now, you must leave."

"Seriously? Just like that?" I mumble softly.

"I know this is not what you like to hear, but that does not make it any less true." She gives me a small smile. "You have done such wonderful things Tyra. As the daughter of Anthony Stark, and I, Freyja, you are meant for only greatness. Please, continue to make me proud."

Before I can respond, Freyja presses her lips to my forehead, and mutters something unintelligible against me.

"...call Director Fury. Tell him we found Tyra Stark."

I wince from the pain coursing through my body as I slowly open my eyes.

What the hell just happened? I was with my mother wasn't I? How did I get back here? Please tell me this wasn't a dream...

"Miss Stark, can you hear me?"

I moan lightly as I make the move to sit up, but fall back down from weakness and fatigue.

"Where am I?" I mumbled.

"You're in New Mexico, Miss Stark."

I cracked one eye open and smiled at the SHIELD agent next to me.

"Call me Tyra..." I chuckled softly.

It takes at least two hours before I'm in a helicopter and am escorted to a nearby hospital. It's pure struggle to get me out of the armor, but after getting JARVIS back online, it wasn't so bad. Later in the evening, after I'm settled in the hospital, I'm surprised with the visit from Nick Fury himself. He comes storming into the room as I'm doped up on pain medicine, and I can't help but be happy to see him. Director Fury knows I'm not in any actual condition to talk to him, but I can tell he looks anxious as he tries to get my attention. He grips my chin lightly as I giggle, and forces me to look at him.

"Agent Stark, tell me where you were." Fury orders.

"Haaa...yer so funny, Nicky..." I slurred.

"Tyra, focus. I need to know where you were." He gently urges me.

"Fólkvangr! It was such a beautiful place." I sigh happily.

"I can't tell if you're serious, or if this is the morphine talking- -" Nick sighs.

"B- -but Nick! You have to come with me so I can introduce you to my mom!" I laugh.

At this, Fury looks at me in surprise.

"Your mother?" His eyebrows raise up.

Fury sits down next to me.

"Stark, you're telling me you met your mother? Loki mentioned that she was some goddess during his interrogation, are you confirming this?"

"Fuck yeah." I laughed.

Fury looks completely intrigued but nods wordlessly at what I've said to him. Finally, he stands up from his seat and grabs ahold of my hand gently.

"I'm...I'm sorry I sent you alone. I shouldn't have. When I make a mistake, I own up to it. So...if for any reason at all, if you need me, I've got your back. Use your favor wisely, because you only get one."

"You should smile more mister."

Nick can't help but smile at me, and gives my hand a gentle pat before he goes to leave.

"I won't count that as your favor. Get some rest, Agent Stark. I'll see you soon."

"Move away, please."

Loki slowly backs away from the console to the cage as Phil aims the unknown weapon at him.

"You like this? We started working on the prototype right after you sent the Destroyer. Even I don't know what it does." The gun started lighting up. "Wanna find out?"

It was a pure struggle as I tried regaining myself that I see another Loki moving behind Coulson. I become more anxious, my heart racing as I'm desperate to get up.

"C- -Coulson...behind you..." I barely utter.

When Coulson glances down and spots me, his eyes widen. My warning falls to deaf ears as it happens. Loki shoved his scepter into Coulson's chest until you can see it through his body. Thor shouts angrily from inside the cage and hits the glass in anger. The cage moved a few inches lower in result. Loki smiled and finally pressed the button to release the cage

...and Thor was gone.

By the time I make it to Coulson, his shirt is almost completely drenched in his own blood. I see Loki to the side, smiling evilly as he watches us carefully.

I don't remember it happening like this...

"Phil I- -I'm so sorry..." I sobbed.

"YOU LET ME DIE!" Phil coughed out blood and looked at me in utter betrayal.

I tried to help Phil, but all I could see now was blood covering my hands.

"YOU. LET. ME. DIE!"

FLASH!

I flinched as I woke up from the nightmare and sit up as i glance around the room. I barely remember the trip to the hospital, but already, I'm desperate to leave. I move to get out of bed, but pause, when I glance over to the right of the bed and see my father sleeping in the chair next to me.

He actually looked adorable, like a little kid taking a nap.

I can't help but smile when I realize he's holding my hand. It was good to know that he still cared about me. A nurse came into the room and started checking my IV bag and my vitals.

"E- -excuse me...what time is it?" I whispered.

"It's nine thirty a.m., Miss Stark." She informed me with a smile.

"And am I in a hospital or a SHIELD infirmary?" I sighed.

"SHIELD? I don't understand." She looked at me in confusion.

"Never mind, it's just the morphine...thank you." I smiled politely.

Apparently I'm not at a SHIELD base...that's good to know...

"Tyra?" Dad sat up and yawned. "How are you feeling, honey?"

"My back hurts like a bitch still...I don't know what happened..." I shake my head.

"I'll tell that nurse to get you more morphine if you want." Dad offered.

"No thank you!" I shake my head. "I couldn't focus for hours and wouldn't stop laughing. I'm not sure if I imagined it, but I think I saw Fury too...Either way, I hate not being able to remember shit."

Dad chuckled and gave my hand a gentle pat as to ease the tension.

"I missed you..." He smiled.

"I'm sorry I just disappeared like that...but it wasn't for that long- -"

In mere seconds, my father is giving me a look of disbelief as he cuts me off.

"Not for that long? Are you kidding me right now? You were gone for two months, Tyra." Dad snaps.

My smile fades immediately as I glance at my father in shock.

"Two months?" I repeated.

"How long did you think you were gone for?" He gives me a worried look.

"I remember being there for two hours. And how did I end up in Mexico anyway? God damn it...it's like I fell from the sky or something!" I groaned in pain.

"I mean, from what the doctors said, you're not entirely wrong. Apparently you did crash land. How you're not more injured is beyond me really." Dad frowns in confusion.

"So no one knows what happened to me? I was just missing for two fucking months?" I barely utter.

I blink away tears, unsure if it's because I'm scared, or if it's just the morphine. Dad immediately has his hand on mine again as he leans over closer to me. I can tell that he's just as worried and scared as I was.

"Tyra, hey. Come on, baby...it's gonna be alright. We'll figure it out." He assures me.

He rubs tiny but soothing circles on my hand before picking it up to place a warm and loving kiss on it.

"Listen, Pepper's arranging a flight for today. We can worry about this later, alright? If you're feeling up to it, we can leave as soon as you want. You can just rest up at Star- -Avengers Tower."

I swallow the lump in my throat as I give my father a frantic nod. He looks nearly heartbroken at this, and can't fight the urge to get up and hug me. I let him embrace me, and slowly move my arms around his shoulders as he rocks me back and forth.

For the past few weeks, or should I say months, I was pulling a Tony Stark and remained in the workshop after I returned home. It was hard grasping the fact that it had been finally two years since the Battle of New York, and still, I wasn't getting any better. The nightmares continued and my reminder of what had happened still remained fresh on my mind. I was mostly bothered by the things that had come to light recently. First, it was the possibility of having PTSD and hearing that I attacked my friends out of pure fear. Then, after trying to avoid my problems through one night of partying, I'm being dragged into something by Fury which essentially led to me meeting my birth mother.

How could I have been gone for two months? Did time pass differently in Fólkvangr?

I'm brought out of my thoughts when I drop my wrench that nearly lands on my foot. I roll my eyes and groan in pain as I bend down to pick it up, before going back to tinker with a car engine I'd bought recently.

"Miss Stark, I really tried- -" JARVIS started.

"Tyra, you need to get out of the workshop."

That's when I see Steve and my father come storming in the room. They look less than pleased with me, but I couldn't seem to care less.

Never thought I'd see these two together in the same room together.

"JARVIS! I said not to let anyone in!" I groaned. "I'm so close to finishing this!"

"I'm sorry Miss Stark, but your father- -"

Oh right...he could override JARVIS...should have thought about that.

"I thought it was best to give you some space, but this is just ridiculous. You've been down here continuously for over five weeks." Tony folded his arms.

"And your hand is bleeding in case you didn't know." Steve added.

I ripped a piece of my tank top and wrapped it around my bleeding hand.

"It's fine, see?" I shrugged nonchalantly.

Steve's face turned a little red and he looked away from me.

What's up with him?...weird...

"Come on...you're grabbing a shower and getting out of here for a change." Dad told me.

"I've been doing fine, you two. I just need some down time..." I rolled my eyes.

"I think you've had plenty of down time." Steve spoke sternly.

I run a hand through my hair and push it back, before my dad's grabbing my arm and looking at it in worry.

"When did you get that?" He questioned.

Oh yeah...my LOKI scar.

My eyes widen as I yank my arm from his grasp and turn away.

"After Fury's interrogation with Loki." I barely mumble. "He...said I belonged to him...and..."

"And what?" Steve muttered.

I barely manage to swallow the lump in my throat and blink away tears.

"That this scar would serve as a reminder..." I finished.

My dad looks at me with a saddened look before moving to hug me. I pull away from him as I grow uncomfortable.

"Would you...wanna go out? Take your mind off of this shit for a little while?" Dad cautiously asked.

My lips quirk up without me realizing it, and I give him a small nod.

"Come on, go and shower. Take your time..." Dad leads me to the elevator.

And so, we went to Burger King like the unspoken tradition we always have. People snap pictures of us not so casually. My father seemed unbothered by the attention, while I can't help but feel self conscious.

You'd think I would be used to this by now right?

"So explain to me why you wanted to go to Burger King?" I asked.

"What? I can't spend some time with my little girl?" Dad pouted childishly.

I chuckled and shook my head.

"Something gives me the impression that you don't just want to spend time with me." I smiled. "So what is it?"

"Straight to the chase, I always loved that about you." Dad smirked. "Alright...I've been incredibly worried about you. You've been...separating yourself from everyone else again. You wouldn't even let Pepper into the workshop, so I can tell that something is really wrong." I was about to speak, but he stops me with a raise of his hand. "And don't you dare say it's nothing..."

I was actually surprised at my dad's sudden change of tone. I looked away and started munching on some french fries.

"Tyra...please talk to me. I know I've been a sad excuse of a dad a lot, but I'm not screwing up this time, or trying very hard not to. I need to know what's going on in that head of yours. I'm worried to the point that I'm afraid for your wellbeing." He pleads. "Pepper suggested taking you to see someone..."

I stare at my father from across the table in our small booth as I find myself at a loss of words. My dad genuinely looked scared, and that in turn had me become anxious almost immediately. Still, I try to play it off like it's nothing and give him a shrug as I give him a fake smile.

"Dad...I...there's nothing wrong...I promise you that I'm doing okay."

His grip on my hand becomes just a little tighter as his jaw clenched in anger.

"Please stop lying to me. You're the most important person in my life besides Pepper. I...I love you. Stop being the trained SHIELD agent for just one damn minute, and be the cute daughter that I know and love."

"This is a huge role reversal here...usually I'm the one worried sick about you. I guess things change huh?" I smiled sadly.

"Tyra- -"

Well...might as well tell him right? What's the worst that could happen?

"I met mom." I blurted out.

Dad's eyes widened and froze like a deer caught in front of headlights.

"You...what? How did you even find her? I haven't been able to locate her for years."

That's because she's not on Earth...

"She's not on Earth...she's not from Earth at all. Just...just like Loki said." I barely uttered.

My dad just stares at me with uncertainty as he tries putting the pieces together.

"She's from some place called Fólkvangr, it's like a realm for the undead, like fallen soldiers. She's like a queen of sorts there, but...she's actually Freyja...the goddess." I continued. "I know it sounds completely far-fetched...but i- -it's true. I'd never make up something like that."

Dad got up from his seat and cleaned up after us before grabbing my hand and leading us out of Burger King.

"Dad...say something please." I stammered nervously.

"Sorry, I'm just...in shock. You're basically telling me that I slept with a goddess." He replied.

"Do you think I'm lying?" I stopped walking.

Dad stopped too and just stared at me.

"No...I know when you lie...and I'm positive that you're not."

FLASH!

Loki grew furious to the point where he couldn't contain it any longer.

"HE IS NOT MY FATHER!" Loki yelled in rage.

"...then am I not your mother?" Frigga mumbled softly.

Loki instantly regretted snapping at Frigga, but stood tall anyway.

FLASH!

Thor and Loki pulled away from each other, and Thor looked upset as he stared down at his younger brother.

"Mother wouldn't want us to fight!" Thor grew exasperated.

"Well, she would hardly be surprised." Loki rolled his eyes.

FLASH!

Thor could only stare at Loki with sadness. It was obvious that he missed the closeness they once had.

"I wish I could trust you." Thor sighed sadly.

"Trust my rage." Loki simply replied.

FLASH!

I woke up in relief. I didn't have a nightmare about Coulson for once...

Thank you...

My mind drifted towards this Frigga. I assumed that she had to be Thor and Loki's mother just from the context of the visions. If I was having a vision regarding Thor and...and Loki, it was probably something to worry about.

Maybe I should tell Thor about it, maybe warn him. This stuff seems important.

"Hey JARVIS...you up?" I asked.

"Miss Stark...I recommend that you get more sleep. You have only slept for three hours." JARVIS informed me.

Really? Damn...

"Well I can't sleep! I just need you to do something for me okay?" I snapped.

JARVIS didn't say anything in response.

The first thing I needed to do was find Thor's so called girlfriend, but to do that, I needed to find Dr. Selvig or his associate so I could get ahold of her.

I have to find Thor and his girlfriend is probably my best shot at doing that.

"I need you to uh...god damn it what's her name? Dr. Jane...something...Thor mentioned her name...UGH! What is it?! She's that astrophysicist!" I grabbed at my hair.

It's literally on the tip of my tongue! Jane SOMETHING!

"Alright fine...I need you to search for her intern. Darcy Lewis." I changed my mind.

"Are you trying to locate Dr. Jane Foster, Miss Stark?" JARVIS asked.

"That's her name!" I snapped my fingers. "Thanks JARVIS! Yeah, locate Jane Foster for me please!"

"She is in London, Miss Stark." JARVIS answered.

"...what's she in London for?" I slumped in my seat.

"I am not sure...would you like for me to arrange a meeting with her?" JARVIS asked.

"Nah...I'll go surprise her. Have the preparations for the private jet set up at 12:00 okay? I'm going to London." I smiled.

"Yes, Miss Stark." JARVIS sounded hesitant.

I barely manage to get several hours of sleep before I make it to London. It was interesting that I was now having visions of Loki, but I only dreaded the possibility of ever coming into contact with him again. I never wanted to be near the man as long as I lived. I focus on tracking down Jane, and manage to locate her at some restaurant. I decide to wait outside, right up until I noticed Darcy Lewis, her little intern.

"Darcy! Darcy Lewis?" I called.

Darcy pauses and looks at me in confusion.

"Have we met? A- -are you with...with SHIELD?" She whispers loudly.

"While I work for SHIELD, I'm here of my own accord. I'm Tyra Stark." I introduce myself.

Darcy's eyes widen before she flat out grins excitedly and moves over to quickly shake my hand.

"That's why you looked so familiar! So what is a Stark doing here of all places?"

"I was looking for you and Dr. Foster." I told her. "Have you uh...heard from Dr. Selvig recently by any chance?"

"We haven't heard from Selvig in years since the whole attack on New York...sorry." Darcy mumbled.

Shit...just what I needed...

"It's fine...I just...I have something I need to talk to Dr. Foster about..." I averted my eyes.

"You're welcome to wait here while I try to get Jane from her man friend." Darcy grinned deviously.

"Man friend?" I chuckled.

"Just stay here and I'll be back." Darcy rolls her eyes.

I watch as Darcy walks away and lean against her car and nearly jump out of my skin when I heard tapping from inside.

What the hell?! Who is this guy?!

I stepped away from Darcy's car as the young man rolled down the window.

"You're Tyra Stark!" He said in surprise.

Aaaand here we go...

"What else is new..." I sighed.

"I'm uh...Darcy's new intern, Ian Boothby." He smiles timidly.

Ian holds out his hand, and I shake it hesitantly.

"Well you already know who I am, but it's nice to meet you Ian. So interns are allowed to have their own interns now?" I joke.

"Hell if I know..." He averted his eyes and put the window back up.

In seconds, Ian opens the door and scoots over as he makes room for me to sit with him. I shut the door and observe Ian carefully as he fidgets with his jacket.

"I've gotta ask...what was...New York like?"

I clench my eyes shut tightly and shake my head frantically.

"No. I...I can't...I'm sorry, but I can't talk about it- -"

Flashes of the Battle of New York become vivid in my mind, it feels as if I have no control over my body as my world begins to close in.

"Shit! I'm sorry! Are you having like a panic attack or somethin'?" Ian asks worriedly.

"A little bit yeah! Just, don't talk for like a minute please!" I snap.

My hand hovers the LOKI scar on my arm.

FLASH!

Loki stared at me, and I stared back, feeling a wave of mixed emotions hit me at once.

"So we meet again." Loki smirked.

I was frozen in shock, I thought I had been mentally preparing myself for this moment.

...but I was so very wrong.

I knew this was coming...why was I still scared?

"It appears so." I mumbled.

Loki leaned closer towards my face and my heart nearly skipped a beat. I felt him grab my arm and lift it up near his his face. He pulls back my sleeve before smirking at the scar he left.

"I'm glad you remember to whom you belong to my pet." Loki placed a kiss on the scar.

"Leave Lady Stark alone, Loki." Thor practically growled.

"I'm just having a little fun, brother." Loki chuckled lowly.

"She is under my protection, along with Jane. Let her go...now." Thor glared at Loki.

Loki glanced back at Thor as if he was challenging him and grinned deviously, finding Thor's threats merely amusing.

FLASH!

"You alright, Miss Stark?" Ian asked.

"Yeah...I'm fine..." I mumbled softly.

Well this is fantastic...I really did jinx it! I'm gonna meet Loki again and...god damn it...why me?!

Darcy got in the driver's seat and noticed how I was sitting with her new intern in the car.

"Alright, intern, what did you do to her?" Darcy questioned.

"I didn't mean to- -" Ian stammers nervously.

I put my hand over his mouth and try to even my breathing.

"It's fine...so where's Dr. Foster?"

"She'll be here...just wait for it." Darcy replied. "So what's going on? Why do you need Jane anyway? You aren't here on SHIELD business as you said...so why are you really here?"

"I need to see Thor and you guys are my best chance at finding the big guy." I told her.

"Thor? None of us have seen him for over 2 years, even though he came to New York to stop that alien invasion. Jane is actually starting to get over him too!"

So...they aren't together anymore?

"I know that he was here when he stopped Loki and the Chitauri, I was there too! I was apart of that fight! But I need to find him before it's too late." I told her.

Darcy perked up in surprise.

"What's going on?" Ian asked.

"Shit is going down and it involves Thor. That's all I know at the moment..." I sighed.

Darcy and Ian glanced at each other nervously before getting comfortable in their seats as we patiently waited for Jane Foster.

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