Fey was gone when Loki woke later on. Looking at his clock he realised it was probably just as well. He'd slept for over 12 hours and it was almost afternoon the next day. He got stiffly out of bed, wishing his body's natural healing abilities were as swift as his brother's.

He headed out to the street markets under his usual disguise in search of some food. Pausing by a stall selling metal trinkets embedded with colourful stones, he palmed one when the shop keeper wasn't looking and continued on. He looked down at the silver bird necklace with feathers of blue stones and pretended to himself that he had no motive in taking it as he slid it inside his coat.

Lost in thought, he reached out and took a bread roll without thinking and took a bite.

"Oi, you gonna pay for that, sir?"

Ah…

He quickly rummaged in his pocket for a coin which he knew wouldn't be there. He was surprised when his hand met cool metal and withdrew a shiny round coin. He quickly handed it to the baker with a muttered apology and disappeared into the crowd.

As he emerged at the end of the market, a small tap on his shoulder made him turn. He knew who it would be.

"You were spying on me!"

The girl feigned shock. "I was not!" Then she poked her tongue at him. "You were careless to let him see you."

"How did you know if you weren't spying?"

"I could feel your distress."

"What do you mean by that?"

"What I said. I know where you are and what you are feeling. I can see it all in here." She tapped her head.

He smiled. "You're lying."

She smiled back and slashed a knife across his throat. The illusion disappeared with a pop. The real Loki, watching from behind a market stall widened his eyes in surprise at the tap on his shoulder. The girl who had just slit his duplicate's throat had vanished.

"I'm glad to see you're feeling better," she said conversationally.

"The clone was only meant for a short time, to lure you out. I don't appreciate being followed."

"I wasn't following." She pouted. "I just felt you panic and decided to help out. You can pay me back if you don't like charity."

He raised his eyebrow. "The coin wasn't real. I could tell that much."

"No but I paid him double for the roll I bought after you to make up for it." She grinned cheekily.

He sighed. Remembering the necklace he pulled it from his pocket and handed it to Fey. "I got you something."

"For me?" She looked confused. "What for?"

"For taking care of me. Now we're even. Don't do it again."

She put the necklace on. "But what if I want more gifts?" she teased. "Just kidding!" she added when she saw his expression. "Hey, I noticed you have a lot of books about the history of Asgard. Do you mind if I come over and have a look at some of them?"

"Do what you like. It is not as if I can stop you." Came the resigned reply, already headed back home.