Okaaay so it looks like updates once a month hahaha. Anyway I hope y'all are doing well and I hope you like this. Its taking a while to get my drive back so while its coming back the chatpers may not be my best - but slow and steady wins the race.

Raconteur86: I swear I danced when I saw your review. HIIIIIII! Do hope you got all your groceries and that I didn't distract you too much with my update :P Anyway, for the second part - I literally screamed in shock and amazement. I'm so incredibly honored, like that is the greatest thing anyone has ever told me in my life, and thank you for telling me that my writing has inspired you. Touched does not even begin to describe my feelings over it. Thank you so much. 3 all my love bby and good luck

: YESSSS! DISHONOR ON ME! DISHONOR ON MY COW! DISHONOR ON MY FAMILY FOR TAKING SO LONG! hahahaha xD anyway here you are lovie. :D

EmLawrence: Aww bby. Yeah I worried a lot of people with my disappearance I'm afraid, Everyone thought I was dead. *shudders* *captain america voice* Not today! aaaanywayyy yes I'm not that cruel haha. I honestly scare my beta all the time with my plots but I think she might skin me if anything happened to Lizzie - aaand and I really can't do that to my baby. I use dramatic problems and pain to reach happy endings hahahaha. But happiness is just around the corner (though thanos is too so there you are. fucking hell) Anyway I hope you enjoy this :D

Aaaand begin...

Veronika sighed, her hands smoothing Lizzie's hair back off her forehead. There was so little she could do, and she felt so helpless. In all the time that she had sat by and watched her daughters lives go on without her, it had been with the knowledge that should they ever need her she could come.. she could help them, save them. Yet, here she was, and although she had saved her daughter's body, Loki's murmurings had been right – they had lost Lizzie.

"Vera..."

The mother turned, seeing Nell standing there, her green eyes filled with sympathy. Veronika managed a broken smile, looking back to her daughter with a sorrowful look. "You know, she was always such a precocious child. She spoke earlier than Bella did, walked earlier. She was determined to be a fully functioning human being as soon as she could." a broken laugh came. "You know, my husband and I used to joke that she was going to be older than us within five years, her very will having such a strength." She swallowed, looking up at Nell again with tears flooding into her eyes. "But Now I've lost her, I've lost her and I can't do anything about it."

Farbauti stiffened a moment, feeling the pain of the other woman slamming into her, empathy exuding from the Jotun as she rushed toward her friend, enveloping her in her arms. "You haven't lost her yet..." she said, holding her as she sobbed into her denim jacket. "No one has... she's strong, Vera. She's got your strength, your will, your determination. She won't leave Loki like this, she won't leave any of you." The sobs arose with a greater volume, Vera's finally breaking down from everything she had endured.

"I've lost everything, Nell." She sobbed. "I lost my husband, my children, my mother... my father to a degree." she said, sniffling between words. "I cannot lose her! I cannot lose her! She's my baby... my little girl..." Farbauti shushed her, brushing her hair with her fingers as she tried to figure out what they were going to do. Loki was stubborn, and it would take quite the force to push him from his staunch belief that Elizabeth had to stay on Midgard or else she'd die.

Thor was right, Elizabeth had to be taken to Asgard if she was going to survive, but the only thing which stood in the way was the very one who wanted her with him the most. She had to think, she had to plan... but what? What could she do to change Loki's mind? She'd barely spoken to him, and going up to tell him in this time that she was his mother didn't seem like a very good idea. Somehow though, she would have to-

Beethoven's 5th Symphony began playing, muffled from layers of a jacket in the corner. Farbauti sighed, looking at Vera a moment in contemplation of perhaps leaving the phone alone... "Give me one second." she finally conceded, walking over to the coat and withdrawing the device. Black brows furrowed as she read the name, pressing the green button to answer it.

"No dice, Nell." Logan said before she could answer. "No one here is qualified for what we need."

Green eyes fell behind their lids, the dark head dropping down in defeat.

"Well then... I guess we all know what that means."

"Jora..."

"Yes Jodis?" the dark haired Norn murmured in reply to her sister as she sat hunched over her weaving of Elizabeth Donovan's future. The darker shades involved in the latest stitches clear to any observer.

"...Please tell me you aren't going to do what I think you are."

Jora looked up, her dark eyes settling on her blue eyed sister beneath quirked brows. "Ask what you really want to ask, Jodis. Be as specific as possible or we could go all day with me avoiding answers through technicalities."

Jodis huffed, standing up from her loom with a furious look. "I swear by the Nine, if she dies I will end you, do you understand?" her blue eyes sparked in liquid fire, russet hair rustled from continuous running her long pale fingers through it.

"You have no faith in me." Jora replied, peering over at Loki's own loom, her brows furrowed. "You shouldn't depend on what I do so much."

"On what you do?" Jodis snarled back. "Don't you understand? This isn't like when you were handed the fate of Julius Caesar, this life means more to the world than his - More to the Nine Realms. Stop this infernal toying back and forth do you understand?!" She finished with a waver in her voice, a quiver of emotion which was indicative of her mental state in regards to the lives within her care. "Loki is under my hand, but we both know that certain choices we make affect how they make their own choices."

"You think I don't know that?" Jora replied tersely. "Verdandi will have my hide if I kill her, why do you think I'm foolish enough to risk it? This is my last chance, we both know it. If I fail with this fate I might as well go live my existence on Jotunheim because I will never be forgiven. Besides, I do not wish to break your dearest Loki..." In all truth the darkness she had played with had gotten a little out of hand, her small shadowy stitches leading to this mess which she now had within her hands. Though for Jora it was not a matter of fixing but dealing. Every little decision had its price, she knew that as much as every norn, and she wasn't irresponsible. Every thing had a plan. She sighed, looking down at her work with a critical glance, sighing heavily before bringing her fingers to pinch at the bridge of her nose. "You worry too much, Dis." she murmured, looking up at her sister. "It will not be long now, I promise. I have already spoken to Eira, there is no cause for alarm. Everything will come to happiness I assure you."

Jodis stared, water filling her sea-like eyes which were still turbulent with pain. "Do you promise?"

Jora smiled, standing and going to her sister where she hugged her, kissing her cheek with a giggle. "I promise." she said. "Besides, you can't deny it appeals to your 'fix it all' nature. Isn't that why you took on Loki in the first place?"

Blue eyes rolled to the heavens with a shake of the head. "You are insufferable."

Jora just giggled.

Thor couldn't take it anymore, the anguish coming from his brother frustrating him. Asgard could help Elizabeth, but Loki had flatly refused. She was dying, and his brothers fear was letting her slip away bit by bit. He had to do something. "Fandral!" He called to his friend, entering the great room with a flair before he made to step right back out. "Get friend Stark."

"Get him? He's in a-"

"We're taking him and Lady Elizabeth to Asgard. " Thor interrupted, beginning to walk out of the room.

Fandral's eyes widened comically, setting down his mug of coffee on the table before bolting off the couch, leaving Darcy to sit there with a bit of a clueless look on her face. "Loki changed his mind?"

Thor turned around, his face solemn. "No. I did." Was his answer as he walked out the door, leaving Fandral to exchange a look with Darcy for a moment before he bent down to kiss her, heading to fulfill Thor's wishes.

Approaching the door to Lizzies room, Thor felt slightly worried about how Loki would react... a part of him very grateful that Loki didn't have his powers as it would make matters easier. He sighed for probably the fiftieth time, leaning against the wall before he acted. He'd not gotten any sleep, his mind far too clouded on the matter at hand for a good nights rest to happen. Friggas warning from the last time he was there echoed on repeat in his mind, reminding him of the consequences that may come should Elizabeth die. He had already failed Loki before, he would not do it again.

"Thor." A deep voice came from behind him, and he turned to see Erik standing there,his helmet missing from his grey head, but his eyes displaying what he did not say. Worry. Fear. Pain. "You're going to take her to Asgard aren't you?" He asked.

"I must." Thor replied. "Loki will have to come to terms with the fact that she will die if she remains here. I do hope you will not come in my way."

Erik smiled sadly, shaking his head. "I will help you. " he replied. "For while I don't doubt Loki's love for my granddaughter, some compromises must be made to keep her alive. I was once like him, I'm afraid, I understand where he's coming from - at the same time, I know all too keenly the agony of losing the one you love."

Thor nodded. "Perhaps you can help Fandral with Stark? I was told you've been the one who has been keeping that metal shard from his heart, he is to go with us." Erik nodded solemnly staring at Thor a moment longer before walking out of the corridor with a swish of his red cape. The Thunderer walked up to the door once again, pausing only a moment before he entered without knocking. Veronika raised her head from her chair, her eyes glittering in tears, ye showing that she knew what Thor had planned. A nod came from her, confirmation she was in agreement, and Thor replied in kind.

"What are you doing here?" Loki's voice sounded from his place on the bed beside his love as Vera stood, clearing her throat. Something in her told her that the conversation that was about to happen wasn't going to be pretty.

"I'm gonna go to the kitchen, see if I can find Nell or Bella." she said, stepping out of the room.

"I'm here to take Lady Elizabeth to Asgard." Thor declared once she was gone, taking a step toward the bed with a determined glance. "Heimdall is all ready to receive us."

Loki's head shot up, his green eyes sparking in a viscous glare. "We already discussed this." He said lowly. "She's staying."

Thor shook his head, his golden hair sweeping across his shoulders, his brow grim. "She's going, brother. I will not watch as she dies due to your unnecessary fear." He softly boomed, taking another few steps forward, already leaning down to pick her up.

"Touch her, and you'll regret it." Loki hissed, but Thor ignored him, his arms scooping underneath her small body. Loki's eyes widened, and he moved to try and stop Thor when the larger pulled the woman to his chest. It was something Thor wasn't proud of, using Elizabeth as a sort of shield, but he was sure that Loki would not risk harming her. "You bastard." Loki spat in malice.

"In time you will see the wisdom of this decision." Thor replied as he began to walk out of the room, a pang in his chest coming with the recognition with how light she felt, her breathing barely there upon his neck. She was truly in bad shape. Loki's steps behind him were quick, and before he knew it, the trickster stood in front of him, his hands blue and his posture threatening. "Loki, it is for your own good, and her life that I'm doing this."

"What could you possibly think this could help?" Loki snarled defensively. "They'll kill her."

"Never. You know I would not allow it." Thor said vehemently. "You have to let me through or she will die."

Loki's green eyes looked at her frail body, and Thor could already see tears begin to swim in them. He swallowed, his mouth in a thin line as he looked torn between his fear of losing her here and his fear of her being killed there. "No... she won't, I won't let her." he said brokenly.

"Loki, see reason. You cannot control death. In Asgard you know that they have both magic and skill, the ability to heal her where they cannot here. You cannot save her." Thor argued, his arms tightening around Elizabeth when she shivered and whined, a sign that things were not at all well within her. "Loki-"

A dagger of ice whipped out from Loki's palm and Thor sighed deeply- Suddenly, Thor saw his brother fall down, Anna-Marie standing behind him with her hand still were she had touched him. "He was takin' too long" Thor looked down at his brother in concern, but Rogue just scoffed. "He's fine." She said, looking behind her. "A'ight Volstagg, he's all yours." With a chuckle, the red-headed Asgardian moved forward, winking at Thor as he picked up Loki, tossing him over his shoulder.

"Agh, he's heavier than he looks." Volstagg complained with a huff, earning a chuckle from Rogue.

Thor couldn't help but join in as he walked past, the sight something which he hadn't seen since the last time Loki had been so intoxicated that he hadn't been able to return to his room. "Well just make sure you don't bump his head on anything large or I'll let him loose on you when he wakes up." he said, but Volstagg only scoffed as they approached the platform.

"Well that's a sight I haven't seen in a hundred years." Fandral commented with a laugh at seeing Loki, Tony held in his own arms in a way that certainly would have had the billionaire joking if he'd been awake enough. "Dare I ask?"

"not particularly, my friend. We have no time to waste." Thor replied, looking around to see Erik come up behind him and look at Lizzie in concern, Vera besides him. Thor gave him a nod before turning his face toward the heavens. "HEIMDALL! OPEN UP THE BIFROST!"

The skies parted and a colorful beam struck where they were, in a flash of a rainbow they disappeared.

Something was wrong, she could feel it. The walls of the room she was in were closing in, the single light above her head swinging to and fro as if in a wind... but there was none. The air was still...and silent...and cold. She wrapped her arms around herself, eyes turning upward to see the light, recalling how not long ago it had gone out and smothered her in blackness. Somewhere in her she felt like she was not in control of the light, and if it went out again there would be nothing she could do about it.

In this room she'd thought about her life until now, though every memory had been a greying blur. Something was happening and none of it good, she could feel the cold settling deeper into her, into her soul. Her breath caught and she panicked, seizing her throat in her hands. No. She wouldn't let this happen again, she couldn't, she had to hold on.

The light flickered.

"No, no, no, no, no..." she murmured softly like a mantra, standing as best she could on her weakened legs,

A child's laughter echoed in the darkness, and she swallowed in fear of what lay within the shadows.

"Stay with me Elizabeth... Stay with me..." a feminine voice called from above. Warm, inviting, a calming force in the fears which were in the small, dark room.

"Who are you?" She called out in trepidation. "Who are you?"

Frigga jumped back in surprise, the magic which encompassed the young girl thrumming in a bright light. The Queen of Asgard had been working tirelessly upon the young woman since they had arrived in the Bifrost, giving a look to Eir the chief healer of plead before she was allowed to work personally. Even now her hands trembled in worry, future flashes in her mind resurfacing with pain attached to the images, seeing her son not long before carried by Volstagg to his chambers. She had failed him all else, at least she could do this for him in this moment.

The magic sparked again and her eyes met those of Eir's, concern echoing in the grey orbs of the healer. They both could sense something severely amiss in this procedure.

"Her injuries may be too fatal." Eir commented softly. "Frigga, there is no guarantee-"

"Don't say that Eir." Frigga replied swiftly, cutting off the other woman with ease. "Don't even think it. She will live." Her determination was clear, her fingers moving more securely though her words as she began to believe it more. Elizabeth would live. She would live. Stretching her magic once again through the lifeless girl, she sought to repair all damage done to her... but realized a problem. "The internal injuries are unlike any I've ever seen...it's almost like-"

"Like everything inside was taken out and put in haphazardly." Eir finished. "Though clearly there are no signs of such meaning it must have all been done inside her body." Her hands moved to the soul forge, seeking answers which inwardly she knew she would never find. "Frigga we have to consider all the aspects. There is a strong possibility she will not survive what will happen. She's not like us, she is fragile."

"But she is strong, Eir. Stronger than any of us are, in spirit. We have to facilitate that strength to fight through this, only she can save her life, but we have to give her the tools." Frigga argued, brushing dark tendrils of Lizzie's hair out of her face. "You hear me? You have to fight, you have to win, you can't leave him." She looked up at Eir who gave her a sympathetic look.

Within Lizzie's mind she could hear the voice echo, though the words were sometimes too soft to hear. Still, she had figured out that whoever it was, they were trying to get her out of this prison. She looked around, reaching up to the light, her fingers dancing in the open air as she tried to touch it and failed. "...You can't leave him..." Her brows furrowed. 'Him'? Who was 'him'? Was she forgetting already, fading into whatever lie beyond the darkness which surrounded her? Her grasp on herself, on reality was getting worse, and everything felt dizzy.

The smell of leather and sandalwood filled the room, a feeling of safety coming into her presence. Green eyes danced upon her vision with a playful vigor, yet sadness weaved within the emerald gaze. "Loki..." she whispered to the darkness, his form taking shape in the room of her mind, his dark curls inviting her to touch them. She took a step forward, bony fingers grazing his cheekbones as he leaned into her touch. "She's right..." She whispered. "I can't leave you can I?" Tears ran down her cheeks, though when she brought a hand to her face they were dry.

The light flickered. "No... no..." she muttered as Loki looked worriedly up at the lamp. "No, I can't go!" It flickered again and she looked at his visage, uttering three words she had never had the courage to tell him, three words which could have changed everything for their futures.

"I love you..."

In the real world, Loki woke with a start, looking around his room in confusion and panic before he recognized the details. Dark mahogany wood covered in accented silver and green, the chambers fit for a Prince of Asgard... he was surprised Odin had kept it that way considering he wasn't one. After all, wasn't he the monster prince?

Groaning, he sat up, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed and resting his feet on the floor. Thor had gone against his wishes, had brought him and Elizabeth to Asgard even though he'd not wanted it. Damnable git. When would he learn that some things weren't solved by brute force? One hand came up to run through his hair as he took a look around. It seemed an age since he'd been in this room, the warmth it used to hold now dimmed, a coldness in every shadow which had never been there before. Looking down, he studied his hands, knowing that beneath the facade they held the blue tinge which had forever altered the life of Loki Prince of Asgard.

How much he had changed from that man - boy rather - whose worst fault had been tricks played on the gossipy cook, or turning Thor's wine into serpents. An outcast boy who thrived on paying back everyone else in harmless ways, ways that earned him his reputation. Trickster, god of lies, silvertongue, all names which in a way he had worn with pride, proving to Asgard that no matter what they called him he would take it with pride.

But there was no pride in those titles now, guilt and shame bearing down with each pseudonym, attributed to one last thing: Monster. The boy of his past would have run from the man of his present, his future an indiscernible blur of whatever pain was to come.

He stood, walking to the double doors which led to his balcony, opening them with trepidation within himself, an ache settling into him with the sudden realization that he missed his old life. Adams apple bobbling with a swallow as he stepped out, his eyes took in the familiar scenery which was before him. He remembered once speaking to Elizabeth about the concept of 'what ifs?' stating how it was useless to think of them as they were the idea of fools... ah the memory seemed so long ago, though it couldn't have been more than a few weeks. Another pain stabbed at his heart and he leant heavily upon the railing with one thought.

Elizabeth.

Where was she now? Likely at the hands of Eir, the healer trying desperately to save her for the sake of - who exactly? Odin likely didn't care, he had always hidden it well but Loki knew he had little regard for mortals in general, seeing them as lessers. Furthermore why would the King of Asgard stoop to wish to save the love of the monster who he had feigned to be his son? Green eyes blinked rapidly, attempting to abate the tears of old wounds pulled up by memories. He hated his weaknesses. All he had ever wanted was to be acknowledged as a son, for Odin to look at him in the same pride as he did Thor - but in his heart he knew it would never happen. Odin's son was Thor, Loki was merely the son of his enemy who he had raised to be a pawn on his board of chess.

Frigga perhaps may have swayed Eir, the Queen and the Healer having been friends for many years. Honestly Loki held out most hope for Frigga being able to do something about the situation, knowing that deep down she was still his mother... and she knew it. A chuckle escaped him at the thought of the woman, she had always held his heart between her fingers as gently as one would hold a glass figurine; she knew that inwardly he was quite breakable, his outer shell made of the toughest stuff, but with one precise aim at the chinks in his armor he would shatter. Even now he could feel that armor falling away, his glass heart being exposed bit by bit due to the recent events.

A knock sounded softly on his door, but he had no desire to answer it and didn't, his thoughts the only company he wished in this time.

What was he going to do? If Elizabeth died Frigga said his chance of redemption died with her - but even then it wasn't to do with him in this. It was to do with her. He had never once said he loved her, finding love a word which came with more baggage than he needed to associate with her. Sure, Frigga loved him, but she was the exception to the rule...the rule being that he was unloved.

Thor came to mind, and he sighed in the weight of confusion. Thor was always there wasn't he? Even when Loki wanted to be left alone, to simply lose himself to his own anger and bitterness and descend into the bottomless pit of darkness - Thor was always there to try and pull him out. He could hear Thor's voice saying "Brother..." in his mind, and he began to realize that throughout it all they still were... even though right now he was a little pissed that Thor had irresponsibly brought him here along with Elizabeth. His jaw ticked in the thought, anger boiling once more.

What was Thor thinking?

...

Still...

He couldn't help but wondered if it was too late to patch their relationship again.

On the other side of his door, Thor sighed, his knocks going unanswered as well as his calling for Loki. His fist came down to rest at his side as he leaned against the wall, his head thudding softly upon the stone there, a sense of defeat obvious in his face as his eyes closed. He had come to check on Loki, but he didn't have anything to say to his brother, that would change the situation, or give him any hope.

He'd just come from the healing wing with very little information, all he knew was that the situation was worse than they'd thought... and that there was possibly nothing that Asgard could do for Elizabeth. Thunder rolled in the distance, affected no doubt by his current state of mind. This wasn't supposed to happen, Elizabeth wasn't supposed to be nearly dying.

"No answer?" Thor's eyes snapped open with surprise at the voice, turning to face his father with a blink.

"None." he replied, standing back on his own feet. "Any news from Heimdall on Thanos?"

Odin shook his head solemnly, stepping toward Thor with heavy footfalls. Silence bridged the distance between them for a few moments, Odin's lone eye looking at the wooden door of Loki's room in thought. "I assume the Mortals condition has worsened." he said.

"Eir says its very likely they'll lose her. Mother says if that happens we'll lose Loki too..." Thor replied, slowly pacing the floor of the corridor before leaning again against the other wall.

"Thor," Odin began slowly, turning to look at his son. "Is your mother right regarding this mortal? Does Loki love her?"

Thor blinked. "Why don't you ask him?" he said, but Odin merely chuckled.

"I don't think your brother would like me asking a question like that, or any question for that matter. As you know, Thor, the last time we spoke was at his trial - if you can call that speaking." Odin said, hanging his head a moment. "Frigga and I have disagreed on the matter of her life and importance to us all."

"You think she isn't important?" Thor challenged lowly, something rising within him.

"She's mortal, Thor. In thirty or fourty years she'll die, if she stays with Loki we're only prolonging the inevitable." Odin argued, his lone eye glazing over for a moment. "And then where will we be?"

Thor's blue eyes hardened, looking at the door of Lokis room, almost willing his brother to stay inside if he planned on coming out. Words flowed through his head in fury, a waterfall of anger which was echoed outside by another thunder roll. "You sound as if you've given up on him." he stated, surprisingly calmly, his voice deep.

Odin shook his head after a moment. "I don't know, Thor." he finally said. "Is it possible your brother has changed? Can this woman have done it-?"

"Elizabeth has done more for Loki than any of us ever managed - excepting Frigga only" Thor interrupted, stepping forward. "You asked if Loki loves her, and although he's never said it openly I can attest that he does. Every action he has done-"

"He killed a man, Thor. A mutant who was set in his heart on domination of Midgard, but still it was cold-blooded murder." Odin countered. "What if his lust for blood has been reawakened?"

"You didn't see him." Thor replied. "Loki has changed. He is not the same as he was when I brought him back from his attempted siege on Midgard. He is on our side now, and from what I've seen will stay there." His voice was filled with the most sincere conviction, his very semblance showing the maturity which he had grown to possess since his exile. Odin gazed at his golden haired son, noting his authoritative posture, his confidence in everything he said as if he knew without a shadow of a doubt that what he spoke was truth.

The King of Asgard nodded solemnly, looking at the door once more before he reached into his cloak, withdrawing a golden object which Thor soon discerned as an apple. He blinked, surprise filling his face. "If what you say is true, then give this to Loki for his mortal. Only the magic of the apples of Idunn will keep her alive at this point." Odin explained, holding out the fruit for Thor to take.

"Idunn does not give her apples easily." Thor mused softly, looking between the apple and his father.

Odin gave a wry smile. "I know." he said. "She was very hard to persuade." He motioned with the apple again. "Take it Thor, give it to Loki." Thor did as ordered, his large hand closing over the fruit as it was transferred over. "Do not tell him it came from me..."

Odin smiled again, looking at the door once more before walking off and leaving Thor in the corridor once again with his thoughts. Thor knew what Odin meant when he spoke of persuasion, Idunn was not one who gave her apples with ease, and even though Odin was the King of Asgard there was no doubt that she was just as difficult with him as she'd be with any other.

In essence the King of Asgard was doubtlessly forced to do nothing short of beg for the fruit of the goddess.

With newfound hope, he stepped toward Loki's door and not bothering to knock he just strode in, noting Loki was not in his bed but instead on the balcony.

"Don't you ever knock, Thor?" Loki sighed, not even bothering to turn to him.

Thor laughed. "Not when I have good news." he said, stepping toward Loki and out on the balcony. "Come brother, its time to save your love."

Loki snickered derisively. "Do not mock me, Thor, There is no way to save Elizabeth." he snarled, though the bite dropped into sadness toward the end.

"I wouldn't be so sure." Thor replied smugly, holding the apple out in front of Loki. Loki's eyes widened, his fingers reaching toward the fruit in surprise and wonder before they closed around the apple.

"Where did you get this?"

Thor hesitated, remembering what Odin said with a struggle. "That's my secret." he whispered conspiratorially. "Come brother, we have work to do." With that he made his way out of the door, elated in both the solution to Elizabeth's pain and one more thing:

For the first time in what seemed like forever, Loki gave him a genuine smile.

.Oh look...Odin is being less of a dick how about that? anyway...how was it? *squeals and ducks under bed but peeks out in query.* Reviews?