A/N: Here's an extra chapter to this story! I realized that it needed an epilogue, so I hope you enjoy it. This chapter is a bit creative with what happened in the actual movie. So if you notice something different, I did that on purpose. And I apologize in advance if any of the characters seem a bit OOC, I tried my best.

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Her promise was now complete.

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Verdandi couldn't help but stare at the empty cell in front of her. There was no God of Mischief contained within its white walls and all that was left was the destruction he had created in his moment of grief. The once impregnable magic barrier was gone, leaving nothing but whispers of its inhabitant.

She walked slowly, carefully so as to not step on the glass covering the floor. The vanity was overturned, the furniture left in shambles, the bed broken in half, and there, hiding inconspicuously underneath a broken piece of furniture, was the small story book that Loki had been reading not a few weeks before.

Out of all the things left broken in disrepair, the small book was left unharmed in Loki's carnage.

She gently picked it up from the wreckage. The Tale of the Norns: The Three Ladies of Fate. It was from this book that she had come to acquire her namesake, Verdandi Embladóttir.

It was the reason it was her favorite and had many a time asked Loki and her mother to read it to her.

And now Loki was gone.

He had apparently left with Thor in chains after the latter had asked him for his help. And as always, Verdandi couldn't help but smile, she was left to clean up their mess.

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She was cleaning the floors of the Healing Rooms when she heard it. A small hiss of pain. It wouldn't have bothered her if she wasn't alone but the rooms were currently empty and the sun had gone down an hour prior. The healers had moved the sick and injured to private rooms and had left her to her duties. So, who would be here at this late an hour?

Quietly, she dropped her brush, and made her way to the supply room where Mistress Eir kept her many potions, herbs, bandages, and bed things. And there, lo and behold, holding his chest as if in pain, stood Loki. She quickly tried to hide her gasp but failed. His head snapped up at her quiet outburst and his eyes widened at her.

"Verdandi..." he whispered her name as if in prayer.

"Loki….What happened to you? Why are you here?" she couldn't help but notice the blood that stained the marble floor.

Loki, finally realizing she was who she was and would do him no harm, leaned against the wall and slowly slid to the floor. She quickly rushed at him, her body falling in front of him to see the extent of the damage.

"A dark elf…..the one that...the one that killed Mother….."

"He did this to you?" She said, her eyes widening as she beheld the wound up close. He merely nodded. Slowly, she helped the young prince out from his many leathers until he was left bare from the waist up. The wound was still bleeding, the red substance leaking out sluggishly, which was good. She lifted the sleeves of her dress.

"Loki, I need for you to lie on your back. Can you do that for me?" she ordered gently. He looked as if in thought then slowly made to lie on the cold marble floor. Nodding in thanks, she quickly put her hands on his chest.

"Now Loki this will hurt a bit. I've been training with Mistress Eir to become a Healer for the last two decades but I have yet to learn all she has to teach me. I apologize in advance, my Prince."

And with that she felt her seidr come to life at her command and began to chant a healing spell. She felt rather than heard Loki groan from the pain and after a while release a sigh of relief. Underneath her hands she could feel the shredded muscles stitch back together under her gentle touch.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that she felt the last of the skin close up. She lifted her hands and, where there once was a sickening ugly stab wound, there was now pale flesh once more now marred by a jagged scar that reached from the bottom of his pectorals to the right side of the his belly button. All in all, her finest work.

"I apologize, Loki. I fixed most of the damage but the scar shall forever remain." She said as her hands ghosted over the scar.

"A sacrifice I am willing to pay. Thank you, Verdandi." The smile he gave her was small, barely reaching his eyes, but it meant so much to her after seeing him with an indifferent expression for the last few hundred years. In that smile she could see her Loki again.

"A kindness for an old friend that can never repay for what he has done for me," she answered gently.

With a flick of his wrist, the blood vanished from the floor leaving it pristine once more. With her help, she helped him back into his leathers and armor. Her hands were gentle as the scar was still a bit tender and she really didn't want to agitate it. And in no time at all, he stood, dressed and regal once more.

"There! Now you look like a proper prince of Asgard!"

He smiled a bit sheepishly before he stoned his expression. She noticed the immediate change and looked up to find him looking out to the door.

"Verdandi, can you promise me something?"

"What is it Loki?" his new demeanor was a bit foreboding.

"Do not tell Thor you found me here." He said, looking back down at her as he made his request.

"And why not?" She asked, hands at her hips.

"Thor believes I have died in Svartalfheim."

"Why would you do that to him?!" she nearly shrieked, but was stopped when Loki placed a hand over her mouth.

"I refuse to go back to being imprisoned, Verdandi! Our deal was for me to aid Thor in stopping Malekith but as soon as that was done I was to be returned to my cell here in Asgard. I refuse to be used as tool or a means to end. Do you understand?"

She nodded. As much as Loki had enjoyed her stories, she knew that he had hated being there, the two separated by a magic, glowing barrier, never to hold each other as they used to as children.

"So what are your plans now?"

"The All-Father's Odinsleep has been put off for long enough. I believe in a matter of hours he shall succumb to it. And when he does, I shall take the throne as my own."

Verdandi's mouth dropped as she heard his proclamation. This was borderline treason!

"And you my dear Verdandi shall help me."

WHAT?

"I will take the All-Father's form over my own, so I will need you to keep Odin hidden so that no one becomes suspicious. Will you help me in this?"

She sighed. He would continue even without her help. She really shouldn't do this….

'Please, watch over him for me.'

Those words. She looked up and stared at the young prince. She had promised the late queen she would watch over Loki and had believed her promise complete when he had left, but as she stared into those emerald orbs she could see that her promise was to be for as long as she lived.

"Alright. I will help you, Loki Odinson."

"I couldn't ask for more, Verdandi Embladóttir. Now, here's what I need you to do…."

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"My lord, we found a body." The guard said to the All-Father, a stretcher with a body covered in a white piece of fabric at his feet.

"Loki…"

The guard nodded as Odin made his way down the steps to where his youngest son laid on the Throne Room floor. Walking past the guard, Odin lifted the white sheet and beheld his second son, his skin pale from death's greedy grasp. His eyes were dark and shadowed and he could see the slightest hint of blue tinge to his skin. The wound was large and seemed to go right through. His hair, once kept in a clean and orderly state without a single hair out of place, were now messy ringlets framing his son's face. It was a messy and horrible sight.

Odin exhaled, the hand that grasped the sheet shaking violently. First, his loving wife, and now his youngest son has been claimed by the Valkyries and taken to Valhalla. It was too much. Were the fates truly this cruel? Was this to be his legacy?

With a clatter, Gungnir fell from his grip and landed on the floor as his body began to fall. The guard made no move to help his fallen king but looked on as the body of Loki began to rise. Odin watched on in shocked awe as Loki's dead body began to get to his feet and looked at him dead in the eye.

His wound was still bleeding, the red liquid dripping sluggishly on the clean marble floor. His face was still ashen in pallor and his eyes still looked sunken in appearance. Overall, he still looked dead. But he rose as if he still lived.

"I only wanted to make you proud….and this what I get?...All I've done for Asgard….All I've done for you…You let mother die….you let me die….and you call yourself my father….pathetic…..sentiment…."

And with those words, the All-Father fell into Odinsleep.

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"Was that really necessary?" Loki asked the guard as he helped Odin into a bed in a special room of the palace concealed from Heimdall's sight. He watched as the usual shield that covered the All-Father rise to cocoon him protectively.

"It needed to be said." The guard answered bluntly.

"I just feel as if he was in a lot of pain." He chastised. "He's lost half his family in the course of a few weeks."

"That was the point in all this. The All-Father has made many mistakes that needed to be rectified." The guard said as he made no attempt to help his king.

Loki pinned a harsh gaze at the guard but said nothing. With a sigh he looked back to Odin, who had yet to twitch a single muscle.

"So this is what the Odinsleep looks like. He looks so frail." He said as he laid an ashen hand on Odin's own tanned one. His own hand was still pale with death's kiss and it was unnerving.

"You get used to it."

With another sigh Loki released the hand and looked back towards the guard. He put a hand to his hip and flicked his hair away from his face.

"Can you change me back now? I hate feeling this tall." Loki asked the guard expectantly. The body felt awkward. The limbs were too long and were hard to control. And all these clothes and armor were making it very hard to move around.

"Give me your hand." The guard demanded. Without hesitance, Loki did so. The change was immediate.

Both glowed green before it fell away like a curtain. Loki began to shrink and revealed underneath the body of Verdandi. The guard grew several inches and the magic underneath revealed Loki.

"Your magic never ceases to amaze me Loki." Verdandi said with a small smile.

"I apologize for having to give you most of my magic. Odin needed to think I was but a guard and my magic would have given me away I'm afraid. It didn't hurt you?"

"No, Loki. Your magic was…amazing. It was very protective but I still felt how heavy it was."

"Alright." And with another flick of his wrist Odin's twin now stood before her. "I think it's about time we greet Thor don't you think?" He asked as he held Gungnir in one hand and held out his other arm to her. She grasped it and they both began to make their way to the Throne Room.

"As you command, My King."

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Endir.