We walk fast, for when the sun falls we won't be able to follow the path we are on. The sunset is a spectroscope of colors, oranges, reds, purples, it's much more beautiful then you could ever imagine. He grabs my hand and smiles, it seems the sunset in enchanting to him too.

The castle sprouts up on the skyline, as we pass a forest of trees. We finally arrive, just as the sun has set beyond the horizon. We find our way indoors, and Loki turns to me and says:

"You go up to your chambers, I need to discuss matters with my father, I will seek you out later, is that okay?"

"Yes, that's fine—"my eye catches something on Loki's hand. What is it? Oh god, it's his hand. I-it's blue! "Your hand! It's blue, are you okay, what happened to it?!"

He raises his uninjured hand to dismiss my fear. "These are the matters I wish to speak with Odin about. I noticed it earlier, while we were at the beach."

"Why the hell wouldn't you tell me, you could be seriously hurt! We could have gotten you to a healer!"

"I didn't want you to worry for me! I need to see Odin now, I will find you later," I cross my arms, in some sort of protest, "I promise!" He walks off, so I turn around and begin to make my way up to my chambers.

A day passes without Loki coming to see me, so I seek him out instead. I search the whole castle and still, nothing. I begin to worry, was he too, cast out to earth, alongside Thor? Who would rule? Odin? Surely he can't rule forever, and he seems to be reaching the end of his days.

And out of thin air, Loki is here. I have half a mind to yell at him for not seeking me out. His eyes are full to the brim with tears.

"Loki, what is wrong?" I say. He ignores my question and passes by me. "Hey! HEY! I'm talking to you!"

"It is unwise to be near me."

"I haven't seen you in a day, you said you would come and see me! Where the hell were you yesterday?!"

"It was unwise to be around me then, aswell!"

"Well when won't it be, when will you stop throwing a childish tantrums?!"

"Go. Leave me! I don't want to see anyone!" He starts to storm off, but I grab his arm, I'm not done talking to him. "Don't touch me!" He barks, still trying to storm off.

"Loki Odinson, I'm not done with you. Why in God's name are you so damn angry?!" I growl.

He chuckles darkly, in a way that sent instant shivers down my back.

"Odinson. Hah! It seems that, that's not so!"

"W-what are you talking about?!" I stammer.

"Do you want to see a trick? It's something I've learned to do recently!" Before I can even process, he lifts his hands and his hands turn blue, it started at the fingertips and slowly creeped up his arms. My mouth is agape, before I can scream; his hands slowly fade from blue to tan.

"I-I don't understand what you're playing at! You're scaring me!" I shriek.

He chuckles again, slowly and darkly. The hair on my arms and neck stands up. I want to run, I want to hide, and I have never been this frightened of Loki.

"Oh dear Catherine, I finally understand. It makes sense why father has always blatantly favored Thor over me. It's all too clear now."

"What are you talking about?!"

"I'm not an Odinson."

"What the hell are you talking—"

"Laufeyson!" He screams, "My father took a child from Jotun, and that child was me! I'm a bloody frost giant!"

My jaw drops, I am speechless. For once in my life I am dumbstruck, what do you even say to a thing like that?

"Say something!"