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Chapter 50

While October cautiously crept forward, the tension in the palace grew. Faces turned grim, voices became whispers. And even Frigga started feeling uncomfortable.

On the morning of the thirty-first of October, only tired and dark faces appeared at breakfast. No one had had a proper night sleep.

Frigga looked even more grim than her friends, since she had just found out that she was not to join her parents to Jotenheim. Frigga had been ordered to stay on Asgard under the care of the parents of Bjorn and Brenna, two of her new friends. Their mother, Eira, worked as a healer, their father, Kale, worked at the stables and took care of Frigga's horse, Lyn .

The little girl muttered angrily while she stabbed her breakfast with her spoon. It's wasn't like anything could happen to her! Not with her parents, the Warriors Three, Arya and Loki present. But no, little Frigga couldn't join!

Ever since she'd woken up that morning she been scheming over a plan to get to Jotunheim either way, but all she could come up with was just impossible.

Maybe I can fit in a bag… Then I just come along with the horses… she thought, but Frigga quickly shook her head. That wouldn't work. The horses weren't coming.

Maybe if I ask Loki… he could turn me invisible! Frigga looked up, but the young king - as ever - was not at breakfast. And she doubted Loki was in the mood for a joke today. Besides, the young king was just as worried about her wellbeing as everyone else.

Maybe there's a spell in Loki's book I could try… Frigga ran over that idea. During the last two months, Loki had given her, her first lessons whenever he had some time left, but magic turned out to be a lot more difficult than Frigga had initially expected. For now, she hadn't gotten anywhere! Loki on the other hand never lost his optimistic approach and told Frigga she was doing great. The little girl smirked. She knew she was terrible… so she forgot about her idea.

Across the little girl set Thor and Jane. They were both tired and ate their breakfast in silence. Thor cast a quick look on his wife. He wasn't so sure about her coming to Jotunheim, but he hadn't managed to change her mind. The whole night he'd been tossing and turning, thinking about what would happen today. He would see his father again, but in what state? In fact Thor had to admit that, while the days past, his former hatred towards his brother had dug its way to the surface. No matter how hard he tried, every time he thought about what would happen, a deep and dark desire filled his being. Loki had gone too far this time and although Thor didn't doubt about his qualities as a king, he couldn't forget about the idea of revenge.

What if I cannot control my anger today? he asked himself while staring at the cold bacon on his plate. He was supposed to take Loki's side when Odin awoke and craved for vengeance. He should protect his brother, try to convince his father that Loki was a good king!

And what if I cannot convince father? What will he do to Loki? What will he do to us?

Thor bid his lip. It was a thought that had hunted him for the last weeks. Because of what Loki had done, Thor had in fact never seen his father after betraying him. He'd never known what Odin had in mind. If he was planning on punishing him or not? If he was angry, or somehow proud? And what about his friends? His title as prince might have saved his skin, but his friends didn't have that luxury. The fact that Loki imprisoned them, now seemed a rather good option compared to what Odin could have done.

-xxx-

Jane swallowed. She had tried to eat something, but it seemed her stomach kept on turning. She had never been so nervous. The thing was that she didn't even fully understood why she was so anxious. All that was going to happen was that Odin would be back tonight. All that could go wrong was that he refused to crown Loki king, or place the spell himself. If that was the case than…

Well… Jane thought with a frown. That would be a shame, but so be it… I am a human after all. Maybe I'm not meant to be immortal. Maybe Frigga can be turned. At least she can stay with Thor then. And if she can't, then she'll stay with me…

Jane tried to smile to herself, but it didn't really work out. Another, more alarming thought took over.

What if he doesn't like the fact that Thor married me? What if he sends me back, with or without Frigga! And what about Frigga! Is she even … allowed? Is she the first halfblood child? Thor didn't know… But probably not, right? It would be too big of a coincidence… But what if she is not allowed on Asgard? What if the reason that Thor doesn't know about other halfgods is that they were…

Jane felt her stomach shrink to a minimum. She couldn't even think of that! She wouldn't let him! Odin wouldn't touch her child!

The worried mother took a deep breath. The first thing she needed to worry about was Thor and the fact that he wouldn't kill Loki today. Her husband hadn't been himself and that troubled Jane. The last thing they needed was to return to Asgard and tell Frigga that her father had killed her favourite uncle…

-xxx-

A bit further at the table set Sif and the Warriors Three. Sif cast a suspicious look on Thor who was sitting at the other end of the table and seemed to be lost in thoughts. She turned to her friends.

"Guys!" she hissed. Fandral, Volstagg and Hogun shot up straight. They'd all been far away. With her eyes, Sif gestured to Thor. "We need to keep an eye on him today…" she whispered. The three warriors followed her stare and nodded.

"That's easier said than done, Sif…" Fandral whispered back. Volstagg nodded and turned back to his female friend. A serious expression covered his face.

"Think about it Sif… What if he tries to kill Loki in his anger… What side do you think we'll choose? What side have we always chosen?"

Sif sighed. "Things are different now, right?"

Fandral smiled softly. "Yes, but are they different enough? Face it Sif, if it comes to choosing a leader, we've always chosen Thor. Even if later turned out that Loki had been a better option."

"If Thor loses it today, we'll do what is right!" Sif bit back. "Letting him kill Loki is going to get us nowhere! On the contrary!"

"That's what you say now, Sif," Hogun joined in. "Who knows what will happen tonight…"

Sif sighed and scowled while she crossed her arms before her chest. "I think Thor is the least of our problems, really… Who knows what Odin will do? After all, it wouldn't surprise me if he missed out on the last six years. He doesn't know anything about anything! How are we going to insure him that Loki is the king, let alone a good king!"

Fandral nodded. "Don't forget that we, in fact, never got punished. The only reason we didn't get banished is because Asgard was in desperate need of warriors. Who knows what will happen now?"

Sif bit her lip. "I hadn't even thought of that yet…"

Volstagg leaned over the table. "Yes and what about Loki and Thor? For as far as the Allfather knows, Loki only just broke free… I doubt he'll be as merciful as last time! Then there was Queen Frigga to stop the axe from swinging."

Hogun's eyes turned sad. "Not to forget, the grief for his wife is still very fresh. A grieved man does stupid things..."

Sif groaned. She rubbed her eyes and sighed. "This is going to get a lot harder than I thought…" she whispered.

-xxx-

At the very end of the table set Arya. She stared down at her breakfast, but she still wasn't hungry. The young Captain sighed. For the two months, Loki had barely said a word to her. Maybe she was imaging things, but the young king seemed to ignore her. He looked past her in the hallways, he'd stopped asking her opinion, more than once the Lords had to repeat her ideas before Loki payed any attention to them. Arya groaned. She remembered all too well what she had said on Frigga's birthday party, but she still couldn't see why Loki was hurt by her words. Time after time, she repeated her words in her mind. She was starting to fear that she'd forgotten parts of their conversation. All she'd spoken off was good and bad… Or at least some drunk, abstract version of it…

Arya shook her head. Why was she thinking about this? In couple of hours, she would be standing on Jotunheim, witnessing her king doing Black Magic. A cold shiver ran down the young Captain's spine. Again she had trouble facing the fact that Loki was capable of doing something so dark. No she came to think of it… would the Valkyrja stone still work now that it no longer held any Dark Magic?

What if it doesn't? she thought. Asgard will have no king any longer, for eternity! Unless of course… Loki kills Odin's body…

Arya swallowed. Would Loki do that? And would Thor let him? He knew it would be necessary, but would he kill his father in cold blood? Odin would never know…

And what if Odin took revenge on Loki? What if he killed him? Arya felt the cold stab of hatred cut through her heart. She didn't understand why, but the idea of losing Loki… Odin would pay if he even dared to think about it!

The young Captain shook her head again. What was she thinking! What was happening to her?

Arya was violently ripped from her thoughts when a servant suddenly tapped on her shoulder. Arya turned around a little too quickly.

The servant jumped back, slightly startled.

"My apologies, Captain, my lady…" he said. Arya sighed. She knew the servant. He had been a childhood friend of hers. Ever since she'd been promoted to Captain, every servant seemed to be able to kiss her feet.

" Sven, please… Don't…" she said kindly. The servant grinned.

"I just came to tell you that the king is requesting your presence in the throne room."

Arya smiled shortly. "I see.." she said silently while a new kind of nervousness took hold of her. "Thank you, Sven…" she said while getting up from the table, leaving her breakfast untouched. The servant smiled and took the full plate and goblet.

"You're most welcome, my lady!"

Arya threw him an amused smile and watched Sven walk down the table to tell Lady Sif and the Warriors Three the news as well.

The young Captain turned around and slowly made her way to the throne room. When she entered she found Loki standing on the balcony. The young king seemed to be lost in thoughts while he played with the Valkyrja stone in his hands, throwing it up and down.

Arya licked her dry lips and cleared her throat.

"My king…" she said while bowing shortly just before Sif and Warriors Three entered the room behind her. Loki turned around.

"Ah, thank you for coming!" he said to Sif, who smiled shortly. Loki made his way to the table while Thor and Jane also entered the room.

"I called you here to discuss the events of tonight one last time," the young king started while putting the stone down on the table. "As you probably already noticed: today is the thirty first of October, Winter Nights… or Halloween. Today, and only today, the spirit world and our world collide. Only today I'll be capable to bring Odin's soul back to his body without the use of too much Dark Energy. Any questions so far?"

Loki threw a quick look around. Arya took her chance.

"Does the stone still function as before?" she said more silently than she'd hoped, but Loki just continued.

"All right, the worlds will be closest tonight, at midnight to be exact. That's the moment when…"

"Arya had a question…" Thor interrupted. Loki looked up, slightly irritated.

"What?" he asked.

"Arya asked you a question!" Thor repeated while gesturing to the young Captain who immediately regretted asking anything in the first place. Loki sighed.

"What question?" he asked shortly.

Arya raised her eyebrows. Loki wasn't even looking at her! Accepting that she'd had something wrong was one thing. That Loki was hurt by it, was another, but to just ignore her without any hint of what she possibly could have said wrong was going too far!

"I asked whether the stone would still work, now that the Dark Elf Energy is no longer part of it?" she asked sternly.

Loki looked taken aback, but quickly recovered.

"Of course it will work!" he answered harshly. "Or did you think that I didn't take that possibility into account? The reason I planned this on Winter Nights is that I won't be needing to much Dark Energy. The Light Elves brought lost souls back on this very evening!"

Arya stared back, determined not to brake the eye contact. Loki waited a few seconds before continuing.

"As I was saying, " he said while slowly fixing his attention back on the table. "The ritual will be performed at midnight. That means that we only have one chance! As long as no one interrupts me, it should be a piece of cake."

The young king shut up for a second to make sure everyone understood the importance of this matter.

"Furthermore, as you all know, Odin's body is on Jotunheim. Even though I've hidden him in a rather remote valley, Jotunheim is still considered as enemy territory. If we are discovered, we'll be at their mercy, which I would like to avoid at any cost."

"What do we do if we get discovered?" Fandral asked.

"Nothing!" Loki responded. "We do not fight!" the young king threw an amused glare to his brother. "Last time that didn't turn out pretty well, as I'm sure I don't need to remind you. And this time we also have a mortal in our midst. If we get discovered our first priority is to get Jane out!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"But we won't get discovered if you all just follow my orders!" Loki added with a smile.

"And what do we do when the Allfather's back?" Sif asked.

Loki's eyes turned dark. "I guess the only thing we can do: talk!"

The others shared a look. Loki turned to Jane.

"I can't promise Odin will crown me king nor that he will be prepared to cast the spell himself."

Loki turned to the Sif and the Warriors Three. "Neither can I promise that he won't punish you for your betrayal towards him."

Sif continued.

"It's possible that, if Odin refuses to accept me as a king, which wouldn't surprise me to be honest, that all my decisions over the last few years will be counted as false."

Arya frowned. Although Loki was still ignoring her, she had the feeling that that last comment was meant for her. After all, she'd become Captain under his rule. Could she loose her title?

Loki licked his lips. "Now, before we leave there is one thing I must be certain about. Can I count on every single one of you for one hundred percent?" he asked. Loki looked up and looked his friends straight in the eyes. "Because if this thing goes south, then you… are my only hope…" he added in a silent voice, annoyed that he actually would have to count on them to save his skin.

Sif and the Warriors Three shared a look before nodding. Loki looked up at Thor.

"Thor?" he asked. The God of Thunder seemed to hesitate, but finally nodded.

"All right…" Loki concluded. "Then we'll meet each other at the Bifröst tonight, ten o'clock, sharp! You don't tell anyone where you're going!"

Everyone nodded and left. Loki watched them walk through the doors while his fingers closed around the Valkyrja stone. The young king slowly made his way towards the balcony while a cold feeling to a grip on his heart. Although, Loki wouldn't easily accept it, he was getting scared. Really scared. The more he tried to convince himself that things would turn out fine, the more he felt betrayed by his own thoughts. Once Odin was back there would be no escaping for the young king. Loki leaned on the balustrade and looked over his city. Maybe tonight was his last night… Odin would kill him, he felt it in bones, in every fibre of his existence. And even though Loki was a strong sorcerer, he was no match for the Allfather. Maybe he would last a couple of seconds. Maybe long enough for the others to safe him, but the young king doubted his friends would still choose his side, once their real king was back. Arya probably would… but she wouldn't be able to protect him.

Perhaps it's better if I just blow my chance on purpose… Odin doesn't come back, I'll be safe for another year…

But Loki knew that wouldn't work. Thor wouldn't be very amused. Sif and the Warriors Three would followed him. And besides, the young king felt way too guilty towards Frigga. One more year… that was one more year in which she could die. Who knew what dangers were lying ahead? She would be safer as an immortal. The least he could do was give it a try.

-xxx-

That night, at ten to ten, Loki dismounted his horse at the entrance of the Bifröst. With the same fear and nervousness playing in his stomach he walked inside to the front of the Bifröst to greet Heimdall.

"My king…" the guardian said. Loki nodded.

"Any troubles on Jotunheim, Heimdall?" he asked.

The guardian shook his head. "They remain as calm as ever, my lord."

"That's good…" Loki answered vaguely.

"You're troubled, my king…" Heimdall said after a short silence. Loki didn't answer right away, but just stared into the universe.

"Tell me, Heimdall. You've known Odin longer than anyone. Am I…" Loki turned quiet. His throat felt dry. He couldn't believe he was asking this. "Am I coming back tonight?" he finally said.

Heimdall smiled softly. "I have known the Allfather long indeed. If there is one thing I've learned than that is that his actions are often coloured by events."

Loki sighed. "That's not really helping…"

Heimdall laughed shortly. "An honest answer in not necessarily a good one…"

"I guess that depends on your definition of a good answer…" Loki answered dryly.

The sound of hooves interrupted Loki's thoughts. The young king and the guardian looked up. Thor and Arya came to a stop next to Loki's horse. Jane was sitting behind Thor, holding on for her dear life. In the distance Loki could spot Lady Sif and Warriors Three.

Once every one had dismounted and entered the Bifröst, Heimdall made his way to the centre and got ready.

The others took their places in front. Jane decided to stay with Thor.

The God of Thunder took his place next to Loki. After some hesitation he looked up.

"Loki…" he stared. "I … eer.. I just wanted to say. Whatever happens tonight. You are and have been a great king!"

Loki grinned. "Did you ever doubt me, brother?" he asked just before the rainbow beams grabbed him and sucked the fellowship of eight to Jotunheim.

-xxx-

The cold air immediately closed around the group of eight when their feet touched the icy ground.

Fandral growled. "Nope… I didn't miss it!" he complained. Sif sighed and pulled her coat a bit tighter around her shoulders.

"Let's get moving…" she proposed. Loki nodded in agreement.

"Follow me, it's about an hour walking from here."

The young king turned around and lead the way over the icy plain.

After about fifty minutes they finally came to a halt at the edge of a cliff. Beneath them lay a small valley. Loki pointed down at an almost invisible crack in the opposite wall. "That's where we need to go…" he said. His friends only nodded and followed the young king over a small path that steeply lead down the cliff.

After another fifteen minutes of walking they finally made it to the bottom of the cliff. Trembling and slightly nervous, the fellowship crossed the valley towards the crack while an icy wind blew in their faces.

"Here we are…" Loki said silently when they finally reached the wall. Behind him Volstagg and Fandral sighed in unison. Both warriors sank down on the nearest boulder.

Thor and Sif shared a look before turning to Loki who was still standing with his back to the others.

Thor stepped forward, ignoring Jane's warning glare. "So, where is father?" he asked in a low voice. Loki slowly turned.

"Odin is hidden. I'll show him too you when the time is there…" he answered with a small grin playing on his lips.

Thor took a deep breath, but decided not to argue with his brother.

"I'll have to make some preparations. We've got about forty-five minutes left. Make yourself comfortable." Loki ordered. "Fires are allowed, juts prevent any smoke!"

The others shared a look before deciding to sit down, close to the wall, out of the reach of the icy wind. Fandral and Arya got a small fire going. Ten minutes later, everyone, except Loki was sitting around the fire. The young king was standing a bit further, his back turned to the fire.

"Just leave him for a second, Thor…" Jane said when she noticed her husband was staring at his brother's back. Thor turned back to the fire and tried to smile. He closed his arm around his wife and pulled her closer. Jane put her head on his shoulder and stared at the flames for a second.

"He's scared, you know…" she eventually said. The other's looked up as well.

"Who, Thor?" Fandral asked confusedly.

Jane smiled and set up straight. "No, Loki of course! Am I the only one who noticed that?"

Arya looked up from her blade she'd been cleaning. "You're right…" she said. "He's basically terrified."

Volstagg laughed. "Loki? Scared? I doubt it!"

Jane cast the warrior a meaningful glare. "He is, you know…"

Arya nodded in agreement. "The whole day…" she added vaguely.

"Why would Loki be scared?" Fandral asked, although he already knew the answer. Everybody knew, but no one dared to think about it.

"Things don't necessarily have to go wrong…" Volstagg said after short silence.

Thor shook his head. "It's Loki… He knows what can go wrong! If he thinks this could end bad than we better don't pretend it won't."

The seven of them turned silent for a second. Arya took a deep breath. "What will The Allfather do?" she asked Thor. Everyone turned to the God of Thunder, knowing that if someone knew, it would be him.

Thor's eyes turned sad. "I don't know…" he eventually said. Silence fell over the campfire. Volstagg and Fandral decided to start playing a game of pile-up-as-many-stones-as-possible-while-trying-to-destroy-each-other's-pile to pass the time. After a couple of minutes Thor and Hogun joined in and Jane crossed the circle to talk to Sif and Arya.

Sif turned to Jane. "I never asked," she stared awkwardly, "but how was the wedding?"

Jane smiled widely. Finally Sif seemed to agree with her marriage.

"Well, I have to say… it wasn't easy…" she said with a smile. "We had to go to SHIELD to get Thor an official certificate of … well… existence! He had to be human to be able to marry me. SHIELD fixed that for us. We married in London, in a small chapel. The only ones there were some of our friends. Erik, Clint, Natasha, Darcy and Ian, Hill, Steve and Bruce. Tony didn't find it necessary to send a life version of himself, so he send an Iron Man suit. Pepper managed to find some time, but she missed her flight. It was someone from SHIELD who did the ceremony. It wasn't much, but… " Jane went silent. A dreamy smile covered her lips, "it was my wedding. And it was all I dreamed it would be…"

Sif smiled. "Not only have I no idea who all those people are except for Erik the scientist and Darcy the intern, also, I think that you Midgardians make too much fuss about marriage! So many rules…"

Jane laughed. "Perhaps…" she agreed.

Arya smiled as well. "Does your family know?" she asked.

Jane's smile disappeared. "No… I couldn't tell them… Maybe someday…"

The three of them went silent.

"What about you, Sif?" Jane suddenly asked. "I can't imagine that in thousand years, you never married."

Sif smiled and shook her head. "It never happened, I'm afraid. I've had some boyfriends along the way, but nothing serious…"

Jane smiled mysteriously. "Oh, come on, tell us!"

Sif raised her hands in front of her body. "No, no… really! I'm not going to bother you with that! Let's just assume that every single one of them turned out to be an epic pussy!"

Jane and Arya laughed over the crackling of the fire.

"Poor guys…" Jane said with a fake sad frown. Sif threw her an amused grin. The lady warrior turned to Arya.

"What of you, Arya? You fancy anyone? That servant boy certainly seemed to like you!"

Arya instantly stopped laughing. "Sven? No… no way!"

Jane raised her eyebrows. "Is that a stutter I heard?" she asked with a smile.

Arya rolled her eyes. "No! Sven and I are just friends! Besides, I believe he married a girl of Vanaheim a couple of years ago…"

Sif and Jane shared a look. "All right, maybe someone else than?" Sif asked.

Arya's silence gave her away. Jane laughed excitedly. "Oh, there is someone!" she sheered. Sif came to sit closer to Arya. "Come on Arya, tell us! Who's the lucky guy?"

The young warrior felt her cheeks turn red. She knew she was caught.

"Or girl!" Jane added. "No shame!"

Sif nodded in agreement. Arya felt the two women stare. Why was she feeling so uncomfortable? This wasn't the first time her friends caught her with a crush. The only problem was that Arya had never really considered her feelings as a crush. Only now, now that Jane and Sif mentioned it…

Arya's eyes desperately searched for a way to avoid the two women's stares. She looked over Jane's shoulder, past the licking red flames of the campfire.

Sif and Jane followed her stare and found… Loki's back. The young king stood close to the crack in the wall. In his hands he held the Valkyrja stone. Whatever he was doing, Loki didn't seem to notice the three women's gazes.

Sif's and Jane's mouth fell open in astonishment. Slowly they turned back to the blushing warrior in between them. The two women shared a look to make sure they were thinking the same thing.

"No way!" Sif said in awe.

Arya turned back to her. "W.. What?" she asked.

Jane laughed. "Loki?!" she said in a loud whisper. "Loki? You fancy Loki?"

Arya turned almost purple. "No!" she answered a little too quickly.

Jane's eyes grew even bigger. "You do!" she exclaimed. "Oh my God!"

"How in Odin's name?" Sif joined in. "It's Loki!"

Jane smiled awkwardly. "Well… I'm sure Loki has his perks…"

"Guys, I don't!" Arya shouted.

Jane and Sif shared a look and raised their eyebrows. They knew better.

"I guess Loki can be charming…" Sif said. "If you like creepy!"

Jane rolled her eyes. "Sif!" she said with a smile. The lady warrior raised her shoulders.

"What? He can be a bit of a creep!"

"That's not true!" Arya responded.

"Oh, classic!" Jane exclaimed.

"She's defending him!" Sif added. "How adorable!"

"Guys, I'm not…!" Arya tried but Jane put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"It's alright, Arya… you definitely are!"

Sif nodded in agreement.

Arya turned silent. She cast a swift look on the young king. Immediately her stomach was filled with a million butterflies. She groaned.

Sif whistled between her teeth. "You got it bad…" she said a lot more understanding now.

Jane frowned. "How long is this been going on?" she asked.

Arya rubbed her eyes. "I don't know… " she finally admitted. There was no use in pretending anymore. Not to her friends and not to herself. "I honestly don't know!"

Arya sighed. "This is pathetic!" she exclaimed after a short silence.

"Yeah…" Sif said with a nod. Jane threw her a meaningful glare. The time for teasing was over.

"Why do you think it pathetic?" she asked, allowing her mother instinct to handle this situation.

Arya sniggered. "Why? Do you still need to ask? It's Loki! He won't… I couldn't…. I'd never… he.."

Arya groaned once more, while she desperately searched for words. "He doesn't even look at me anymore! I blew my chances if there ever were any!"

"Don't be ridiculous!" Jane said sternly. "Look, I'm not going to lie, I don't see Loki having a relationship right away, but I guess anything's possible."

"Exactly!" Sif joined in. "I mean, I never thought anyone could see anything in him!"

Jane and Arya threw her a murderous glare.

"All right, all right…" the lady warrior said with a sigh. "Bad timing… I get it! The thing is, Arya, it's not because Loki is ignoring you that you just have to accept that! Show him what you're made off! He didn't make you Captain because you just follow..."

Arya sighed. "That's not the problem…" she started. "It wasn't like this before. I said something wrong to Loki on Frigga's birthday party. I was drunk! I guess I didn't exactly make the brightest conclusions."

Jane frowned. What in the world could Arya have said that would make Loki ignore her like this?

Sif seemed to share her confusion. She'd known Loki for a long time. The young king could take an insult or two. He'd faced so many in the past.

"What did you talk about?" she asked. Arya frowned, again wondering if she, perhaps, had forgotten parts of that night.

"I guess I was trying to somehow make an impression…" she started awkwardly. Sif grinned.

"Rule number one of drinking: never try to impress a guy in a drunk state! It never works!"

Jane sniggered. "What's rule number two? There are no rules?"

Sif grinned even wider. "Basically…" she admitted.

Arya laughed. "I'll keep that in mind…" she said with a smile.

Jane turned back to Arya. "Anyway, what happened? What did you say?"

"That's the thing, you see!" Arya answered. "I don't know what I said wrong! We were just discussing g…"

"It's time!" Loki's voice suddenly sounded. Arya, Sif and Jane turned around. In the light of the flames they could see Loki gesturing that they had to come closer.

"Let's go…" Sif said while grabbing her sword and shield. "This is it!"

So... I know, evil me... I'm a terrible person to stop here! But you know... THAT'S WHAT I DO! MAHAHAHAHA!

Writers are basically evil people! Truth can hurt...

We're only evil when were writing, though! Otherwise were the best! ;)

Anyway, let me know what you think. I'll try uploading as soon as possible :)

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