Loki's dreamer: happy you enjoy my Loki. To tell you the truth I love the mean Loki. I love bad boys. :)

Doctor Loki love: I will say for certain that this new Loki will not end up in Cephera's reality. Lol. There will be no replacing the old Loki weather he dies or not. But am I mean enough to kill him off?! Your feels will live I promise!

Sidney loves fiction: Cephera interaction with this Loki will be odd to say the least.

Poodle warriors: yes a little bit more nasty. I like this Loki. I enjoy bad boys :p

Chapter 96: Biting the bullet

Cephera felt shame heat her cheeks. She had not lifted a finger to help the avengers. She had spent the time passed out cold on Tony's pent house floor. They had defeated him which was all well and good but she sat now on shields ship with Seria in her arms and worry across her face. Her daughter had her arms wrapped around her neck as she rocked her back and forth to help her fall asleep.

They were working endlessly to create a device to allow them transport to Asgard using the cube. She dreaded going there. She also found herself wondering if she existed in this world and even hoped that she never met this Loki. Was he like this before he had met her? She hoped not. She touched her head where he had struck her and cringed at the memory. She pitied herself if she ever met him here.

"Momma?" Seria said sleepily. "Can I see daddy now?"

"Not now sweetie." She bit her lip. Seria didn't understand. But she would have to see Loki eventually. They were after all headed to Asgard with him. "Your father here in this world has done bad things."

"Why?" Cephera rubbed her hand down Seria's black hair and sighed.

"Go to sleep."

"Maybe Daddy can get us home." She mumbled before drifting to sleep all together.

Cephera dreaded the thought of asking him for any help. She could only imagine what he would ask her to do in exchange for such things.

When Tony announced that they were ready to go Cephera decided to let Seria see Loki before he was put in his gag and chains. Seria was excited. "Remember he isn't your real father." She reminded her right before entering the room.

When they stepped inside he looked up his bored expression changing to amusing shock. He watched her child look at him curiously. "Will you help get us home?" She asked her hands poised behind her back and rocking on her tiny feet in front of him.

"That depends?" He replied eyeing Seria and looking from her to Cephera and back again. "She looks like me." He leaned forward toward the child. "Depends if your mother is nice to me." He smiled a fake innocent smile.

"Momma's always nice." Seria replied smiling from ear to ear.

"Would you like to visit me in Asgard?" He asked.

"No!" Cephera stopped Loki abruptly. "When you return to Asgard you will be locked up. She will not be venturing into a prison." His wide eyed, fake shocked, sad look was turned to her.

"She how easily she becomes angry with me." He told Seria frowning.

"That's because you're not my real daddy. But you'll do for now." Cephera groaned. The things children say.

"Seria I want you to wait outside a moment with Agent Coulson while I speak with him." Seria pouted but left. Cephera waited for the door to close. "Do not complicate this." She growled to him.

"How many?" He asked sitting back.

"How many what?" She felt irritated.

"Children?"

"Currently three. What does that matter?"

"I'm just trying to be polite." His grin irked her.

"Don't bother. I won't be asking for your help to get home." he shifted in his chair.

"I think you will. I think you won't have a choice. You seem incapable of the magic needed for jumping and so I can only conclude it was our daughter who caused this mishap."

"My daughter." She corrected him. "I will find a way without you." She left before he could say anything else. She knew that would not be her last conversation with him.

Cephera threw the book across the room. Three months in Asgard and she still hadn't found a way home. Every book she read had been no help. She was frustrated and at her wits end. Seria was off playing with Sif and the warriors three. She had explained her situation to them all upon arrival.

They had all become attached to her daughter while she was off trying to fix their current situation. She was seriously contemplating seeing Loki. She hadn't seen him since he was locked up. She sunk her hands into her hair and groaned.

What was she willing to do to get home? To save her family from the hands of her friend, turned enemy. She rememered loki telling her go do whatever it took no matter what. But what if that meant whoring herself out? What if this Loki was really interested in her that way. He did seem to be. She sat her ass on a nearby table and sighed heavily.

"What weights on your mind Lady Cephera?" Thor asked walking in.

"Everything." She had told only Thor of her at home situation. He seemed to understand and was also eager to help. He had supplied her with unlimited access to Loki's tower and bedroom.

"Do you think if you return you can defeat this enemy of yours to save your family?" She nodded.

"Yes. But I am beginning to think Loki is truly the only one who can help me. Even your father has never delved into such magics. These books hold only information of what jumps are but not the how to. I suspect loki has hidden those books or never had them to begin with."

"You fear what he will want in return." Thor wasn't stupid. He knew his brother.

"I do. I know I am married to a version of him but I fear of what my husband would think if I give this Loki anything he asks for." She didn't want to give Thor an explicit version of what she believed Loki wanted from her. But he got the hint.

"You cannot just return home and be happy for saving your family and keep what happened here to yourself?" Thor's question was something that crossed her mind.

"Could you?" She asked him back knowing it was the best answer without actually answering.

"If you were my wife, I would forgive you." His reassuring words made her smile. He had been good to her and her daughter. Just like home. "You have only three months before you will no longer be able to return home. Desperate times call for desperate measures. If you fail to get home...I would hate to think what would be the outcome."

"I need to speak with him at least." She was biting the bullet on this one. She was out of ideas. She would ask for his help. Thor led her downstairs to the cell and left her alone as she asked.

She entered Loki's prison. She had asked Thor to allow her passage inside. She didn't want bars hindering her. "Well, well." He mused. "Finally realizing your predicament." He grinned up from his seated position.

"What would I need to do get you to help us?" She cut right to the chase. She was sick of waiting.

"What makes you think I will help you at all?" His tease angered her. She stepped forward to stand in front of him and pushed him roughly backward. He fell to his back and chuckled as she stood between his legs glaring. His excitement was evident through his pants. "I think you know what I would like in exchange for my help."