A/N: Thank you to those who have read this so far. I'm surprised anyone has read it. If any of you have any feedback, it can be anything, I would love to hear it especially if you have found problems with my grammar as I know it's not the best. Thank you to Selective scifi junkie, your nit-picking really helped. Anyway enough from me. Enjoy.

The words hung in the air above the figure and the intruder threatening to crash down upon them. Eventually they fell. The king loosened his grip due to his own disbelief at what had just happened. The girl drew back from him and quickly stood, retreating from the intruder.

"This cannot be happening." She whispered as if to assure herself she was but dreaming. "You cannot love me. It is not possible." With this she looked up in horror at the Allfather tilting her head to the side as if examining a painting at an art gallery. This however was not an art gallery but her own home and she was not inspecting a fine piece of art but rather a man so despicable she felt yet another wave of nausea overtake her.

The man looked at his hands questioningly as if he was detached from them. He was abhorred at what he had let himself do; he could not yet come to terms with what he had done. He wished to take it all back, to retreat as she had done but he could not. He had to face his mistakes as he had done so many times in the past.

"How can you love me as you term it? You are old enough to be my father. Your own sons are my elders."

Here the King interjected, "But not by many years they would both be suitable husbands for you, especially Loki as his age is closer to yours than that of Thor."

"I do possess a memory, my liege. I was intended to marry Thor, your eldest son. This proves why you cannot possibly love me. I would gladly take Thor over you. You worthless swine. Did you honestly expect me to return this affection?" The girl spat at him, her words laced with venom causing the intruder to recoil at what she had stated.

She then realised her place, who she was talking to and who she indeed was. This situation was so unlike what she had once known of the man's character. It was nothing she had expected to come from a king, which she reasoned was why she had forgotten her place. Something was out of place yet she could not quite place what it may be. She decided to try and find out, her curiosity getting the better of her.

The girl started crying, startling the king. He looked on at her with sympathy yet he knew that she was building a wall around herself allowing no one to enter as she had often done as a child. The king stared at her wishing to revert back to silence; it was far more bearable than this sobbing.

"Sigyn dear, I did not intend for that to happen. Please, forgive me and this slip of my tongue." The king pleaded and the girl knew she had to obey regardless of the circumstances yet this was what she had intended to happen. At these words she stopped her crying, bowed her head and returned to her former position next to the intruder with only a few sparse sobs escaping from her.

Silence hung between the two, the man could not bear to look at the girl next to him, which yet again sparked her curiosity. She began to reevaluate the situation. Why exactly had he come here? He couldn't let the words slip if he hadn't been trying to hide them for many years. She had seen how the king looked at his queen. He loved her and only her, it was obvious to any who had been in their presence. Thoughts raced through her mind until she came to an hypothesis, one that she would be able to test, hopefully giving her some more answers. The absurdity of the situation playing on the girl's mind.

The girl knew that if she was to come to any rational conclusion she would have to make the effort. "My King, I would like to be informed of the changes that have occurred in Asgard since my," she paused briefly whilst looking for the right, inoffensive word to term her banishment, "departure." She had located what she believed to be the right word. Upon finishing her sentence the king shifted his weight so as to face her with a smirk revealing his pleasure at the all-knowing advantage he possessed.

The king began to recount countless tales of the runnings of Asgard after the girl had left the realm. The girl feigned interest at the dreary talk as she awaited for an opportunity to present itself in order to fulfil her scheme. She silently wondered at how the intruder had ever calculated that this frivolous chatter would entertain her.

The booming voice lulled and the figure saw her opportunity. She positioned herself closer to the king, quickly bringing her lips to his. He had not expected this creating little time for him to react. She deepened the kiss and breathed out a singular word, "Loki."

The male did not react to the mentioning of a name that was supposedly not his, proving the girl correct in her assumptions. He only carried on kissing her, she opened her eyes to see two dazzling, emerald green ones boring into her own.

He finally broke the kiss with a smirk plastered on his sculpted face, exhaling a question. "Miss me, darling?"