Hello, my lovelies! I am so terribly sorry about taking so long to write and publish this! A lot has happened since my last update including my birthday; however the biggest thing that has happened since then was Thor: The Dark World. I have always tried to keep things close to the movies despite inserting a new character into the mix and with Thor 2 coming into play…I had to sit down and totally rethink the entire plot. I chose to continue on and work Thor2 into the mix rather than restarting and because of this decision I kinda backed myself into a corner. When I came up with my solution I was excited and terrified with the idea of writing this chapter. I literally have spent two months alone filled with trepidation over publishing this chapter…

So, what I guess I'm saying is bear with me, even if you do not like what I did to work Thor 2 into play and I PROMISE things will get better. I will eventually tweak the first five chapters to meet the standards of this one (alas, writing on a phone is quite difficult and it shows in some chapters).

Without further ado, I present to you the much awaited sixth chapter.

Chapter Six

Wake Up Call

When he opened his eyes, Loki found his once well illuminated room he was confined to in Midgard was replaced with the white ceiling of a prison cell. He frowned minutely as he took in his smaller surroundings, the lack of windows, and the faint hum of the field that made up the fourth wall of the tiny room. He turned his eyes to examine the magic wisp wall, likening it in his mind to the electric shields used in the government facility he conquered when he first set foot in Midgard. He frowned deeply now as his keen mind caught up with the facts presented to him:

He had dreamt everything.

"Perhaps," he whispered to no one, his voice a bit raspy from the lack of use while he had slept, "this is truly madness. After all, no sane person would deny himself happiness in his own delusions." He closed his eyes as he imagined he could still smell the scent of her perfume, the feel of her silken locks beneath his fingers... If he was to dream how could it be rational of him to withhold the one thing he craved more than power in the entire universe? If dreams could be so real then why not escape to them and bend them to his will to fulfill his desires? "Is this a hobby for you now?" Loki slowly sat up and turned to face his visitor. His only visitor he ever received.

"You miss her." It wasn't a question, rather a statement accompanied by sad, knowing eyes. Frigga's voice was soft and motherly though it did not lack the faint hint of pain it always did when she visited Loki.

"To miss something so utterly cruel and vain is neither within my capabilities nor would it be even if it were," Loki scoffed. "I miss her no more than I miss Thor. They are utterly alike and that alone earns my contempt." His eyes narrowed as he looked at his mother in all her regal glory. Why she, Queen of Asgard, still chose to visit such a lowly creature as he failed to make sense to him. Didn't she have anything else to do? Play council to the man he once sought to please, to make proud, who he once called Father? Or would she be listening to her son, her real son, boast about his grand triumphs and swell like a hen with motherly pride? Surely these would be better uses of her time?

"There was a time when you sought out a chance to amuse her and make her laugh. What was it you said once when you were little? 'My sister's laugh is worth more than a thousand splendid coins of gold'?" Frigga smiled slowly.

"Yes, well, then again there was a time I dreamed I could win in a spar against Thor and even more foolishly thought I was Odin's son."

"You still are. Blood or not, Loki, you are still our son and we your family." Frigga insisted, her smile now gone. "You-"

"Were never apart of your family. I'm not even the same race as you. No, I am a blight, an unsightly blemish Odin sought to keep out of mind and what better way to do so then to lock me away, keep me out of mind and out of sight? Yes, you see, I was his failed project and he didn't like to be reminded that he failed. It must have been so hard to pretend to feign any hint of affection for me. A great strain, even. That's likely why Freya killed herself, to be away from ME!"

Trees all around were covered, splattered in blood…The ground was soaked with giant pools of it…All around them, the entire area was splattered or soaked or dripping with the sickening liquid. The trunks seemed to bleed themselves as the party took in the sight. Shreds of the gown Asgard's little princess wore the evening previous was scattered about in various places. Several pieces of her golden hair were strewn about like some sort of gruesome message of what had transpired there. To top it all off was the fact her sword remained in its scabbard, the leather sporting the bloody handprint where she likely reached for her weapon to defend herself. It was abundantly clear that Freya was dead, body or no body. No one, not even a god, could have survived that much blood loss…

"It was not your fault, Loki. She was upset and we all should have tried to stop her that evening. You aren't the only one who blames himself. Thor still feels if he had ridden after her she would be alive today." Frigga's voice was hushed as she remembered the moment she learned her only daughter was dead and her body likely eaten by animals. The fact that they couldn't even give her a proper funeral…

"Thor had a right to grieve. He was her brother."

"You loved her, Loki," Frigga said softly but without lacking emotion.

"That was when I, too, was her brother," Loki's voice was equally soft as he sat upon his bed, his eyes almost glazed over as he thought about her. Her smile, her laugh, her skin against his... All gone…

"Yes, but you did not love her as a brother." Frigga watched as he looked up at her, "Do not feign surprise. I always knew about your affair with Freya. "She sighed and looked at him with a tired expression that all parents wear.

"What gave it away… or did she tell you?" Loki asked, laughing bitterly. He couldn't even hide his affair from Frigga… What an utter failure he turned out to be.

Frigga sighed heavily, shaking her head. "I know you do not think me foolish, Loki, but to be that easily deceived I would have to be. I am your mother and I know things. To answer your inquiry though, no, Freya did not. She did not have to because it was easy for me to see you were happiest with her and she with you." She was never truly surprised by the matter. When Odin had first brought Loki to her with hopes of uniting the kingdom it was their hope that somehow a family bond would be formed, perhaps even through a marriage though it would require them to have a daughter. By the time Freya had been born, however, Loki was already their son. When he took to her and she to him at an early age, Frigga knew there would be no stopping the inevitable so when she sensed something had changed between the two she kept to herself, telling no one.

"She wasn't happy with me. It was a lie just like it was a lie that I was Odin's son."

"You are. He is still your father," Frigga insisted, looking at him.

"He was never my father," Loki told her quickly and flatly, his bitterness refusing to let him be deterred by her gentle voice.

"Then I am not your mother." Frigga told him firmly, refusing to budge on her belief.

"You're right, you aren't." Loki looked at her before turning away as she dissipated into nothingness, leaving him alone with his thoughts once more.

"Dear Mademoiselle Rose, It has been three months since I asked my boyfriend of a year, Luke, to move in with me," a single scarlet petal fell on the desk as a shrewd gaze read over the lines, effortlessly translating from French to her own native tongue. "He never gives me a straight answer and keeps avoiding the question by changing the subject every time I bring it up. I need help with how to deal with him. Valentine's Day is coming soon and I have given him my ultimatum," She clicked her tongue while her slender fingers continued to mangle the flower of passion, scattering its delicate petals about to infuse the air with its heady floral scent. "Either he must give me his decision or I will leave him. Did I make the right choice? Sincerely, Sherri from Paris."

A long sigh escaped her rouge painted lips as the now bare flower stem fell into the waste basket beside her desk. She slowly removed her thickly framed spectacles, rubbing her temples as she frowned deeply and looked at her letter again, shaking her head. It was supposed to be an easy job, especially for her. No one told her how painstakingly BORING it was, however. Day after day, hour after hour, she received hundreds of letters and they were all the same. They whined about heartbreak, about how they could not get their love to love them in return, or how they felt they would die if their lover were cheating on them or how they were torn between their lover and a new interest. They were stupid, pitiful creatures, these humans. "Well, Sherri, it would seem like your boyfriend does not want to commit and would rather break your heart than try to make anything official because gods forbid he publicly admit he was your paramour and that he truly has a heart and loves you! Or maybe he never even truly loved you at all and one night you find out he was just using you for his own personally gain and when you confront him he sneers at you and mocks you for so willingly falling for him and how stupid you were to be so easily deceived!" She hadn't realized her voice was steadily rising in pitch until she was shrill, resembling teenage girls who were prone to over dramatize anything.

Felicia sat down and forced herself to calm down as she prepared to respond with her generic 'don't do anything too rash but you did right by making a stand' speech. She began typing away, not really listening to the television in the corner of her small office as she was not interested in the mundane news of Midgard. However, she stopped typing as a flash of color caught her eye. Pivoting her chair so that she could better focus upon the flickering screen, Felicia watched the report on the anniversary of the 'Alien Attack on New York'. Old footage replayed, showing disgusting gray creatures wreaking havoc only to be ultimately stopped by the group of heroes that called themselves the 'Avengers'.

Felicia moved closer as she saw the tall, broad blonde figure clad in silver armor and a red cape. Her lavender eyes softened and a soft sound escaped her lips. She missed him terribly, she decided. What she wouldn't give now to see him again, to hear his loud, booming voice and to be crushed in one of his hugs. Her pale hand moved to touch his image, as if touching it would allow her to feel her brother again. Her fingertips had barely touched the glass when the image changed, replacing her brother with the raven haired criminal responsible for all of this. Felicia pulled back quickly, breathing hard as she took in his sight. Camera footage of his tall, slim figure, black and green and gold completed with the large golden helmet that only served to add to his impressive stature.

It was his eyes though that had her. They seemed to hold her captive as if he could see her through the screen. He was smirking and smiling alternatively as he berated his 'audience' asking in his silken voice, "Is this not simpler?"

"This will make things easier on everyone," her voice was shaky even as a whisper. She painted her spot with the poor creature's blood. All about she slung and drug limbs of the animal so that the once beautiful spot she chose to inhabit in her solitude resembled a gory place of slaughter. Her slaughter. When she was done with that she left the mangled pieces to be eaten by scavengers to turn her attention to further making this believable. She took her skirt in one hand and dagger in the other, slashing at the material in an erratic matter, creating torn strips to be strewn about. Then, to top it all off, she cut piece of her hair, leaving them by some of the bloodier places. "And here lies the place where Freya died."

It was true, after all. Once she left Asgard, Freya would cease to exist. Instead, the woman she once was would have to assume a new identity to accompany her new life. She could never again be a princess, nor a daughter nor a sister and never a lover again. She would forever be alone because she would outlive any who she bonded with. It was a painful decision, one worth a second thought… And yet she never gave it a second thought. Hiemdale knew of her plan and she swore him to silence, binding him from ever betraying her secret, even to Odin.

"…And many other strange things have been happening in England after the disappearance of noted astrophysicist Jane Foster, including the rambling reports from Dr. Eric Selvig, who has been placed in to a mental hospital for…." Felicia frowned and moved closer.

"We're doomed! The end is coming and if we don't-"The haggard old man was ushered away, his genitals blurred out as he was naked. "The realms are going to intersect and destruction of unparalleled proportions-!"

This caught Felicia's attention. The man spoke of the realms… She furrowed her brows as she thought about what could possibly… She frowned deeply, thinking. The realms intersecting…She knew not why but something in her very core was telling her to go, to check with Hiemdale even if it was just a scientist gone mad.

A few short sentences and a click later, Felicia stood in her tiny office, moving to the center of the room. She explained she was taking a week off for personal matters and left it at that. Because saying that you're sneaking into your own kingdom from a different 'universe' on a hunch would sound a tad absurd, Felicia thought dryly. She closed her eyes and brought forth her armor, similar to the way… She could not think of him and lose focus. It was a simple trick but the whole topic of him was not, however, and she couldn't stop to think of him. She felt the hum of energy over her skin as her simple cream dress was replaced by battle armor befitting that of her status. It was platinum, comprised of a metal breast plate, a tight fitting dress of metal that extended to her knees to protect her, gauntlets and leg protection over similar covered leggings, and finally a purple cape. In the past her hair would be in tight, twin braids and her metal headband crown would remain on her head. This was no longer the past, however, and so her hair was worn naturally still, her crown long since gone from her possessions. "Hiemdale!"

She closed her eyes as the ringing sound of the bifrost being extended to her reverberated throughout the office. It was always an unnerving experience, at least for her. At once you feel every microscopic particle of your body but are robbed completely of your senses. She felt both heavy and light as she was drawn through the realms, nothing more than a streak of white light surrounded by other colored lights. It was transcendental.

A roaring whoosh like sound signaled her arrival at the threshold of the bridge. Feet planted firmly on the ground, arms locked around herself, Felicia stood still, albeit the unsteadiness she felt. She pursed her lips, exhaling heavily through her nose. She supposed that she couldn't go by that name standing on the threshold of the kingdom she once called home while wearing the armor she once took pride in sporting.

"It has been a long time, Princess," the low baritone voice of the gatekeeper of the Bifrost, the great Hiemdale, echoed in the small room. His eyes remained eerily straightforward, watching some unseen sights. His lips twitched in a smile for a moment…then they fell immediately. His eyes narrowed before he turned, racing after the unseen danger. With long powerful strides, Hiemdale propelled himself along before leaping into the air to sink his sword into the ship. He turned and his eyes widened as he beheld the armada… No… He ran back to his post to bar the entryway to the kingdom, his amber eyes focused.

"What is going on?!"

"Run to the palace! Warn them! Go now!" Hiemdale shouted as he locked the bridge's entrance, thrusting the sword deep into its resting place, causing a golden shield to go around the city. Alas, the damage had been done with at least two ships inside the gates.

Felicia set out in a dead run, her pale hair streaking behind her as she ran. She looked on with horror. There was no way she would make it before those ships did…But that didn't stop her from trying. With a desperate, crazed hope, Felicia hastened to the golden walls of Asgard.

There was a loud commotion in the dungeon causing Loki to lift his head, now interested. Well, wasn't this a certainly nice break from the mundane monotony prison usually offered? He stood, making his way to better see what was going on. Emerald eyes studied the ugly creature as he plunged his hand through the misty energy to seize a prisoner. Horrified criminals watched as their fellow inmate was reduced to a blackened skeleton before their very eyes. Well, wasn't this a cheery episode?

Then it was standing there, right before him, regarding him with its equally disgusting eyes in its putrid face. This thing, whatever in Nifheim it even was, simply stood there, eyes locked with him, making no move to free him nor kill him. It seemed he had other plans… That moment the sounds of Asgard's finest soldiers echoed in the room, signaling the rapid approach. If the thing was caught what would be the fun in that?

"You might want to take the stairs to your left."

Jane watched from relative safety (that is if you could call hiding while a fake apparition of you pretended to run about while you hide) as Frigga (she insisted that Jane call her that) met the black skinned elf guy with her sword. She cringed where she was hidden, swallowing. Inside of her the Aether was humming in her veins, making her feel lightheaded with the pure power it held… Or maybe that was just the side effect of the fact the stuff was feeding off of her like a parasite. Her mind was torn from the uncomfortable subject as she watched Frigga hold her own against the elf, managing to wound him. Then his attention was on her.

"You have something of mine," the elf growled, moving to raise his hand. "Give it back." He focused, trying to draw the Aether from her…only to realize that the human before him was not real.

"WITCH!" Malekieth cried angrily. "Where is she?"

"I will never tell you," Frigga snapped, confident.

"I believe you."

There was a rumble through the walls and Jane instinctively looked around for Thor.

She looked back in time to see the doors open again, but this time it was a tall blonde woman who charged inside. Jane was startled when the woman looked at her. She looked a lot like Thor, possessing the same features he did. Well, everybody around here kind of has the same sort of structure, facial or otherwise, so I guess the correct way of putting it would be that she looks more like him then other people around here, she rambled internally. God why couldn't she focus-

At the sound of a sharp intake of air, Jane watched Frigga, the Queen of Asgard, Thor's MOM, clutched at the spreading blood stain on her chest. Jane's eyes widened and she felt immobilized as she heard the blonde woman's scream and Frigga's body falling back to the floor.

Felicia screamed, fury overwhelming her. How dare this filth-

Her thought was uncompleted as the intruder turned and swung his arm, catching her jaw in a powerful backhanded swipe. A pained cry escaped her lips before she collided with the wall, causing the mighty stone wall to fracture into a thousand different splintery cracks in all directions about her. A quiet moan-like sigh escaped her lips as she sunk down against the wall, lying in a heap while blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Jane then realized it was her and this guy who single handedly took down two trained Asgardian women all while bleeding out from his side- A thunder ripped through the air. Now she knew Thor was coming and so did the intruder. She started to form a plan to hold him off long enough until Thor came but was distracted by the sight of the blonde struggling to her feet. Jane had to hand it to the woman-she was tough. That would've been more than enough to break any normal person's back…

"You…" Felicia panted, wobbling on her feet, "will pay…" She came toward him with a dagger; hardly able to keep her eyesight focused enough to concentrate on him. Her ears were ringing and pain radiated through her body.

"Pitiful little fool," the elf spat, knocking her back again. He looked at the window before slipping out of the door once more, leaving the three women. He promised himself though that he would get the little one that possessed the Aether…

Jane watched as the blonde woman dragged herself to where Frigga lay, dying. You could have been helping her all along! Jane raged at herself as she hurried over to the two women. She saw that the younger blonde had her hands pressed upon the wound, speaking feverishly in a quiet and raspy voice, pleading with the Queen.

"Mother…please, Mother… You will be alright. Everything shall be alright…" Tears welled up in her eyes as she begged quietly, "just hang on until Father can take you to the infirmary. I swear, Mother…"

Frigga smiled weakly at the sight before her, murmuring, "and here all along we thought you dead, little one…" She lifted her hand, heavy in her rapidly fading state, to touch the now tearstained cheeks of the woman before her. "We missed you…At least I can say goodbye to you, now."

"No. No, Mother, no! There will be no goodbyes. Just hang on a bit longer…" Jane had to look away as the woman spoke, tears in her eyes. In all of her time both knowing Thor (admittedly it was a short period) and researching Norse Mythology, she never knew Thor to have a sister. Now it seemed she was reunited with her family only to lose her mother… She looked up to see Thor and Odin both enter, one from the window the other from the door.

"Mother!" Thor bellowed in anguish, rushing over. He fell to his knees beside the pale woman who had always been a constant and steady figure in his life. Tears sprung to his eyes as he spoke to the woman holding her, thinking her to be a servant. "Go bring the healers! Quickly!"

"I cannot, Thor…" She slowly lifted her eyes to meet her brother's startled and pain-stricken gaze. "She is too far gone…" Tears continued to flow from her eyes. Then she looked up to Odin's face, watching the old man she once knew to be her father crumble.

"Frigga…" He fell to draw her into his arms, pulling her close to his chest as he whispered. "You've done so well…my beautiful queen." He closed his eyes, wrapped up in the grief he felt. His best friend and love of his life…drew her last breath in his arms.

Thor stood and stumbled back, pulling Jane into his arms now as he flickered his gaze between the pain-filled scene between his father and dead mother and the confusing realization that his little sister was not in fact dead but alive despite the wounds she had suffered. As the healers came in side of the death permeated room, Thor spoke. "Take her to the infirmary to see to her wounds…"

Slowly the blonde stood, looking into her brother's eyes before she allowed herself to be taken.

The atmosphere of the gathering that night matched the bleak weather. Tears rained down many faces as the entire kingdom gathered to send their beloved queen on, giving her spirit a way to go to Valhalla. Heads remained bowed as stoic and emotional alike, man and woman, old and young, all acknowledged Frigga died an honorable death.

At the signal of the first arrow striking her boat, a shower of flaming arrows followed, plunging into the black water. Women began to weep uncontrollably, taking consolation in the arms of their loved ones. Thor, however, stood alone, clothed in his black cloak, his eyes dry as he watched his mother make her final journey. He said nothing as he sensed someone approaching him.

"Your sister wishes to speak to you, sire." A servant whispered, handing him the note he was told to give the Prince.

"At the moment I wish to be alone…Tell her I will speak with her at my own leisure…and tell no one she is here nor her identity." He turned and strode away, seeking solitude.

"Sir, we have come to deliver the news," a guard spoke. It was out of loyalty to the fallen Queen Mother that he came to inform the fallen prince. If he did not feel she would wish for Loki to be informed then he would not even bother to waste his time in the presence of the deranged criminal. "Today, in the midst of the attack, Queen Mother Frigga lost her life." A few brief words were all Loki deserved, the guard decided. He then turned and strode out of the room, his footsteps echoing his ascension out of the crypt like dungeon.

Loki waited until the pompous man left before, taking a deep breath. As he let it out, a large burst of pure magic-energy erupted from him. He let out a serious of unintelligible shouting and animalistic sounds while he destroyed the furnishings inside of his cell. He lifted the bed and threw it against the wall, tears streaming down his face as he let out his rage and anguish on the objects. Every last stitching he ripped, every binding tore and all things otherwise sturdy were bashed against the wall and floor until they shattered into billions of little pieces. He rent everything apart until nothing left to be broken and his energy left him.

It seemed like everything always left him, especially people. He looked down at his bloodied hands and feet, finally feeling the pain he had inflicted on himself, the burning dull throbbing of his open wounds. He looked about at the walls, the smears of blood from his rampage… Still, nothing could be worse than the pain he felt in his heart. And blasted may that heart be! Loki decided. It was terribly fragile, despite what everyone thought of him. He was not the heartless monster they all judged him to be (and weren't they quick to judge as always, writing him off as a villain until the point he could no longer fight it and chose instead to embrace it). He may be a monster, but alas he was not heartless…and how bitterly he wished he was! Then he would not have to suffer the pain he felt. Loki closed his eyes as his body was wracked with sobs, tears streaming down his face. His mother, the only mother he had ever known was dead and he helped the ally of those who killed her. The taste of betrayal was bitter in his mouth.

Frigga was the only other person he ever truly loved unconditionally besides Freya and now…both were gone to him. What was the purpose of life if everything he ever loved and held dear were to be destroyed?! He closed his eyes, imagining his mother's last moments. Despite the gasps and sobs wracking his body as the images kept coming unwelcome, now blurring the line between the imagined and the remembered.

Freya was dead. Loki sank to his knees as he surveyed the surroundings, the blood of the woman he had loved so dearly, the woman he drove away to give a future. He felt numb, like this was all just a horrible dream. At any moment, Freya would burst from the trees, bloody but alive…Then a twinkling caught his eye. He slowly moved to pick it up, his hand shaking in the cold. As his fingers curled around the object he knew he would not be prepared for what he was to see. It was thin and cold. Metal. Blue-green eyes widened and thin lips parted as he choked on a broken sob.

In his hand was the locket he had given her as a young boy, before they had begun their affair. He turned it over and gazed at the inscription he had placed upon the metal with his magic. It was a small heart with his name and hers… the etching filled with dried blood. He threw his head back as a scream tore from his throat, his heart shattering within him.

"I never get to tell either of them goodbye…" Loki whispered. He knew he should have been there, protecting them. If he had died no one but they would grieve and even then Frigga and Freya could move on…But he hadn't been there for them. Weary, Loki closed his eyes, numb to the world.

Then he heard Thor's heavy footsteps.

With a sigh, Loki cast a simple illusion of himself to pace at the entrance of the cell, far too tired to bother with Thor and his bumbling ways.

"After all this time, now you come to visit me, brother? Why? To mock?" His illusion asked, his hands behind his back and his lips drawn into a snarl.

"I need your help. And I wish I could trust you..." Thor sighed heavily, his eyes narrowed some.

" If you did, you'd be the fool I always took you for." Loki smirked.

"Enough illusions, Loki." Thor said simply, ceasing his image's cutting words. There was a difference in his tone, almost as if his youthful naiveté finally had been lost to him. This caused a humorless smile to grace Loki's lips as he dismissed the image, looking at his adopted brother.

"Now you see me." His knew his hair was wild and the dark circles beneath his eyes more pronounced than usual.

"I know you seek vengeance as much as I do. You help me escape Asgard, and I will grant it to you. Vengeance. And afterward, this cell." Thor spoke lowly, looking at Loki with an unamused glare.

"You must be truly desperate to come to me for help. What makes you think you can trust me?" Loki scoffed, crossing his arms.

"I don't. Mother did. You should know that when we fought each other in the past, I did so with a glimmer of hope that my brother was still in there somewhere. That hope no longer exists to protect you. You betray me, and I will kill you." Thor told him flatly.

Loki pursed his lips before he felt a grin split them. "Hm. When do we start?"

"Princess," the servant from before, Thildea, spoke softly from the doorway, his eyes cast down though he could still see her in his peripheral vision. Even not in focus, the Princess was as beautiful as ever despite the bandages and bruises she sported. Her face was turned away from him, her profile illuminated by the faint light streaming through the window. Around her shoulders she had draped a blanket, pulling it about her for either warmth or comfort. "Your brother will come to speak with you but he has not specified a time. Can I get you anything?"

"No, but you can stop calling me princess." She told him without any inflection in her voice.

"Then by your name, Freya?" Thildea asked her. This earned him a heavy sigh, her face falling for a moment before she turned her amethyst gaze to him.

"It's been a long time since anyone had called me that name," Freya told him, looking at him. "For the longest time I had been going by Felicia."

"A strange Midgardian name…" He nodded. "You wish to not be called princess…does this mean you do not wish to be acknowledged as one as well?" Thildea was cautious as he probed her.

"Do not beat around the bush. I know what you are trying to find if there is any chance for you to possibly become my lover. No, I will not chide you on your lack of tact since you are making advances upon a grieving woman." Freya told him, shaking her head. "Unfortunately, my heart belongs to another and I am not the woman for you. Give it time." She turned away from him once more.

Thildea flushed and bowed, excusing himself, embarrassed his motive had been known. He looked up at the figure before him, swallowing as Thor looked down at him. His eyes flickered to Sif behind him and Fandrall beside her. Hogun and Volstaag were nowhere to be seen. "She is awake still…" Thildea then excused himself from their presence, hastening away.

Thor looked to his two friends before he opened the door. "Speak not out of anger nor rash desire for knowledge as we were prone to do in youth, good friends."

"We?" Sif argued, lifting her eyebrow, clearly meaning that 'we' stood for 'you'. She looked into his eyes with her own, resisting the urge to lift her hand and place it upon his large bicep. Lately since he had been home and the pressure had been placed upon him to become King, it was common knowledge that he needed to pick a wife. An Asgardian wife. There were plenty of harlots parading about, lusty little tarts and all the daughters of prominent lords. However, she knew he needed someone who knew him, someone who loved him… And she did. She had ever since the first time they had met, despite what she had said. She had even given him her flower, her very innocence! She loved him dearly…but she also knew it would be folly to compete against the Midgardian woman. For some reason, Thor seemed to cherish her more than anything, even maybe…She cleared her thoughts of that.

Thor chuckled humorlessly. "Well, perhaps I could sucker her with my charm?" Fandrall suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

"Despite what you think," Freya said suddenly from the now open doorway, "I have always found your charm lacking." Her tone was glacial, her eyes rivaling the temperatures of Jotunheim. "Now, I suppose you have come for reasons other than to simply speak with me since you have acquired reinforcements." She turned then, her blanket billowing like a cape. Sif shrugged and walked in behind her, deciding to take a different tactic. Sif, the renowned warrior woman of all the realms, was going to attempt to use her womanly powers to coax Freya to talk.

"Freya," Sif spoke softly, "why?" She knew Freya well enough after the years they trained side by side, Sif to become the most famous warrior in the realm and Freya the leader of the Valkryie, to know that being blunt would be best. Womanly blunt talk. Oh thank Valhalla that she was the one to attempt this rather than Fandrall or All-Father forbid, Thor!

"Why what?" Freya asked, looking away as Sif sat beside her.

"You know why," Sif told her. "Why did you fake your death and disappear?"

"There isn't enough time in all of our lives for me to even begin to explain," Freya told her. She looked to the other two, "What is the next question you will ask?"

Thor looked to the other two before deciding to cut to the chase. He would ask her another time, after all of this why she did what she did to them. "We are going to take Jane to Malekieth to remove the Aether then destroy it and him…And I need your help. You are a talented fighter and-"

"I'll do it." Freya told him.

"We will need a way to get out of here without using the Bifrost…a secret pathway." Fandrall told them.

"And only one person knows the ways out of here…" Sif nodded. This was the very same discussion they had before only this time they had to convince Freya to work with him. Before her disappearance Freya's relationship with Loki had become strained…And with Loki being mad who knew how well this was to work out?

"Who?" Freya asked with apprehension.

"Loki."

"Mmm, brother, you look ravishing!" Loki smirked as he walked in Thor's form, smirking at the illusion he had cast on Thor, making him appear as Sif. Oh how did he enjoy decrying Thor!

" It will not hurt any less when I kill you in this form." 'Sif' rolled 'her' eyes as they walked.

"Very well. Perhaps you prefer one of your new companions, given that you seem to like them so much." Thor was returned to his natural state but now Loki had taken on the appearance of Captain America. "Oh, this is much better. Costume's a bit much... so tight. But the confidence, I can feel the righteousness surging. Hey, you wanna have a rousing discussion about truth, honor, patriotism? God bless America...!" He was momentarily startled by Thor clamping a hand over his mouth and pressing him to the wall. At that moment a pair of guards strode by. Well, maybe Thor did have a brain cell or two. "Thank you." There was an uncomfortable silence as they hastened their way onwards to be met by Sif and Jane.

The slap had taken him by surprise. "That was for New York!" Loki smirked and turned his head slowly, delighting some in the pain it offered. Perhaps he was a masochist…

"I like her." He smirked. They started forward again only for Sif to stop him.

"Betray him and I will kill you," Sif warned. Loki wanted to vomit at her hopeless devotion to his adopted brother. How sickening her love was…How much it made him hate Thor more. Two women in love with him and where was the love of his life? Dead.

"Nice to see you too, Sif." Loki commented dryly. He continued onward until Volstaag's meaty hand stopped him, his furry brows furrowed as he spoke lowly.

"If you even think of betraying him…"

"You'll kill me? Evidently there will be a line." Loki wanted to bash their heads in or better yet turn them into beetles and step upon them. Betraying Thor was not at the front of his mind… Avenging his mother was. He would not rest until he could see the light die out of Malekieth's eyes by his own hand.

Then there was fighting. Thor held Jane's hand as he raced to the crashed elven ship leaving Loki to follow. Had Thor forgotten some of them had not been constantly training and running about? Even his little human was faltering! He rolled his eyes and worked to stay up. Behind them were many guards. "Thor! Was being caught part of your plan because if it was it's working!" He looked back at the rapidly gaining forces. That's when the spear flew through the air to land right behind him, spreading an energy field similar to the one that held him in his prison cell, effectively slowing Odin's troops and allowing them a chance to get in the ship. Loki slowed his steps as he peered inside of the ship, expecting a battle with a remaining elf. He spotted the feet of their savior and paused, recognizing an appearance similar to his own currently…but the toenails were a deep red color. His eyes ran up the shapely legs to the dress and armor, recognizing the outfit. Disbelief gripped him as he finally met her eyes.

"Get in, shut up and make this contraption fly."

I DID IT. I FINALLY FUCKING DID IT. I do apologize for discrepancies… BUT HEY, I HAVEN'T SEEN THIS MOVIE SINCE NOVEMBER! I did try very hard and I truly do hope you will all bear with me despite the cliché "It was all a dream" thing. Trust me guys. Trust my rage…. *is stabbed by a dark elf for using Loki's line*

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my evil twin, Gabrielle* as today (January 23) is her birthday and she is one of my greatest inspirations. I'd also like to acknowledge my band-sister, Lilly* for her constant support, inspiration, seeing TTDW with me and sending me a fantastic Loki pillowcase (which I sleep with every night) and Avengers blanket (I still have to make it)….

Please, comment, ask questions, chat about what you like, talk about the feels you get… Just leave me a review!