NOTE - Again, the ficlets headed with Mischief hint at slight Thor 2 spoilers. Please avoid if you haven't seen The Dark World yet.
Mischief 3
"We need to narrow down our choices," Natasha insisted. "You can't simply wander throughout the Nine Realms looking for Fólkvangr."
"Why not?" Loki folded his arms.
"Because of Brynhildr." She raised her chin, ready to be just as stubborn as he was.
Blot stretched and purred. Several doors down, Brynhildr read a few lines of her story aloud, her voice curiously deep for a six-year-old. "Very well," he agreed at last.
Natasha felt a rush of relief, but she didn't betray it. "Asgard, Varinheim, Jotunheim are out. Nastrond and Alfheim are too close and well-mapped. And it's nowhere near Hel nor Valhalla, am I correct?"
Loki came up behind her, wound a long arm around her waist, and stared intently at the charts on the desk. "You are. I would hazard Thryheim, Ringsfjord, and Hindi are good places to start. Skornheim would be the next choice."
Natasha turned within the circle of his embrace to ask, "What message are you going to send – if we ever find the place?"
He buried his head in her neck to murmur, "I just want to say that I was wrong. That my answer was, 'You are' instead of 'You are not.'"