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Never in my life had I been in any trouble that deemed severe punishment. I never was reprimanded by a teacher or had been given any form of detention; never been to jail or even had so much as a parking ticket. I kept myself out of trouble for the sole purpose of not being in trouble. How did I end up in the interrogation room at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters then?
Loki.
That was why, I reminded myself, swallowing a bitter taste that had formed in the back of my throat as I contemplated whether I should tell the truth or lie. If I told the truth about Loki being in California with me and not confiding in S.H.I.E.L.D. right after his arrival I'd instantly be fired and sent off to some third-world country. But, if I lied and my lie was caught...
"Agent Waltham?"
"Yessir!" I practically shouted rising to my feet at the sound of Nick Fury's voice. The echoing of the cheap metal chair scrapping against the cold concrete floor filled the void of silence between us. I waited for the echo to fade before twitching my lips into a smile. My mind panicked to break the tension. "You look great."
He lazily looked up from the files in his hand with his one good eye. Fury was dressed exactly as I had seen him last. He wore all black leather with a black leather duster that swept behind his black leather combat-boots. His head was closely shaven, the single light that swung back and forth shined off his scalp.
I felt the color rush from my face and into my toes. My stomach lurched and I could feel the underarms of my simple white capped-sleeve dress grow damp. When did it get so hot in here? My chest felt heavy. I swallowed. Why was he just staring at me like that?
Fury nodded for me to sit and I was quick to comply. The chair scratched against the floor again, piercing the air. I cringed at the wailing sound but Fury remained perfectly still, his one eye placed on the files before him.
"There were reports of a bar fight in your area depicting a man that no witness could seem to describe." He glanced up from his files and pulled a face. "Seems odd, doesn't it? No two descriptions matched."
"Well," I started hearing the weakness in my voice. I cleared my throat and forced myself to keep my tone relaxed and even. "It is a bar. I'm sure the patrons inside weren't exactly sound of mind."
"Mhm," murmured Fury. I wasn't sure if he was agreeing or laughing at me. "Well, one thing is for sure and that was they all saw this man burn the flesh off another man's face with his blue hand."
I crinkled my brows, feigning confusion. I really regretted not taking drama when my mother tried to sign me up. Instead I had taken an art class that focused on mythology pieces. However, Fury was far concerning himself with my acting skills and instead tossed a hand drawn photo of a young woman onto the metal table I sat at.
"See anything familiar?"
With trembling hands-and a serious regret of drinking two cups of coffee before I was led into the interrogation room-I grabbed for the photo and scooted it toward me. At first I didn't understand why he was showing me a photo of this strange woman. She looked nothing like me. Her hair was short and cut close to her chin, and her eyes were much more narrow than mine. The woman's nose was smaller but rounder at tip and her lips was definitely thicker than mine.
I looked back to Fury and he tossed another photo at me. This woman was heavier and her hair longer with a thick nose and wide eyes. Then another; her hair was curly and her nose protruded over her top heavy lips. Another. Then another. And another, another, another...
I gathered all thirty-two drawings of the different women and furrowed my brows tightly together. "I'm sorry sir, but I don't understand what this has to do with me...or Loki."
He tapped at the table and I dropped my gaze back to the photos, grimacing. I shifted them back and forth between my hands, staring into the lifeless eyes of the women glaring up at me. I rattled my hand through my matted hair, pulling out small strands from the tight bun. I just didn't...
Then I saw it. How I didn't notice right away was almost shocking. Right there on the right cheek of every single woman was some sort of scrape similar in shape and size to mine. Without even thinking I brought my fingers to the dry scabbing lines from my ice skating incident and then later from Loki's touch.
"Your journals depicted that you had spent your company with Loki while in Asgard," he said, the heel of his boot squeaked against the concrete floor.
I stilled trying to keep from showing anything. I knew that I had mentioned Loki but I didn't think that I had said anything incriminating enough to link him being in California with me. After all, I didn't even know he was going to be there.
"Fury," came a sharp voice over the sound system. I spun around looking toward the bare four corners. "Thor is here. He wishes to speak to you."
Fury sighed. "Well tell him I'm a little busy at the moment."
The woman instantly replied, "he says it urgent."
"It can wait-"
Pound. Pound. Pound.
I spun around to see Thor tapping his hammer against the bullet-proof glass door. It vibrated with each small hit. He grinned and waved enthusiastically as Fury looked up at him with the exact expression he had when entering the room. Thor pointed down to the door handle, gesturing with his hand that someone open it.
Fury folded his arms, the leather squeaked as his jacket crinkled at the elbows. "Let him in."
The door clicked open and Thor pushed it forward, slamming it hard against the wall. The door fell off the hinges and dangled from his limp arm. He slowly looked up from the door to Fury and shrugged.
"Oops," he mouthed, dropping the door to the floor.
Agent Fury remained completely emotionless. He beckoned Thor forward with the wave of two fingers. His blue eye stare gazed down at me as he walked by, the grin on his face slowly faded. I cringed back in my seat, my heart slammed against my chest.
I began to rummage through my mind on how to get out of this mess. I should have just called S.H.I.E.L.D. the moment Loki appeared in my bedroom. That's what I would have done before my trip to Asgard and meeting Loki. The old Hayden would have stuck to protocol and done everything by the book.
And here I was lying to the agent of all agents to protect a man I barely knew. A man that got under my skin just by looking at me a certain way. He could just speak and I would find myself growing steadily annoyed. So why was I trying to keep S.H.I.E.L.D. away from him? Loki really was nothing more than trouble.
But sometimes when it was just us, alone-and he wasn't being his usual smarmy self-I felt like I could really...
No Hayden, stop thinking. Just sit here, be quiet and answer everything with quick, short replies. If I didn't want Fury to see through me I had to keep my mind clear.
"Fury," thundered Thor, his presence engulfed the area around us. "I hear that you are searching for my brother?"
"We have had sighting-"
"Sightings of men whom have no resemblance to Loki," countered Thor. "Loki has been on Asgard redeeming himself by helping us to prepare for on oncoming war at home."
Fury unfolded his arms and placed them on his hips. "How do I know you aren't just trying to protect your brother?"
Thor crinkled his face, his brows knitted together. "I have fought my own family to protect your world. I would do it again if I had to." His face soften though his eyes remained icy. "But I will not idly stand while he be blamed for something he did not cause."
Fury considered Thor's words. He brought his gloved fingers to his rounded goatee and brushed them up and down. He flickered his gaze back and forth between Thor and I. Every muscle in my body tensed. My mind raced. Do I smile? Do I not smile? Where should I put my hands? Oh god, why is it so hot in here?
"I suppose," started Fury slowly, "that there could be a new threat. I'll call Stark and see what he knows. As for you Waltham," I straightened my back, "I want you back in Asgard pronto. Coulson will brief you on what needs to be fixed in your reports and then I want your ass in the farthest part of the nine realms."
I inhaled sharply. Thor tilted his head. "Actually she would be in-"
Fury silenced him with a sharp look. Thor turned to me and I shrugged uncertain of what he wanted me to say. Thankfully I didn't have to say anything at all. Fury left the room, stopping briefly to sigh at the broken door. He continued forward, the soles of his boots scuffed along the hard, cold floor.
I waited until I was certain he was gone before daring to properly breath. Part of me wanted to start crying but I had to keep it together. S.H.I.E.L.D. was still watching me. I couldn't let them know that I was lying. Shaking the uneasiness that had settled in the pit of my stomach I gathered the photos in front of me and shifted through them once again.
I didn't understand. He still looked exactly the same to me and when I left for a bathroom break the the mirror reflected my own face. How did Loki change our appearance to a bar filled with people? How did I not notice? He said all he could do were parlor tricks, but the ability to change someones entire face wasn't exactly a rabbit pulled from a trick hat.
Helpless, I gaped at Thor. He gripped my shoulder with a meaty hand and squeezed gently. His eyes were wide and understanding but even I knew now was not the time to talk about these things.
"Well if all business is finished I will excuse myself to say my goodbyes to Jane." He flashed a toothy smile and lifted his hand from my shoulder. It instantly felt as though thirty pounds had disappeared. "Speak with Coulson and then we will leave for Asgard."
I nodded and he turned to leave, stepping around the splintered door that laid on the ground. For a while I just stared at it, not really focused on the door at all. My mind was reeling with so many questions. Questions that no one but Loki could really answer.
It was inevitable that I would run into him again. But, did I want to even talk to him? Couldn't someone else answer my questions instead? Hogun seemed to know a lot, and Frigga was the one who taught Loki all that he knew when it came to magic. They were options that I couldn't discard, but no one would be able to clear the tirade of endless thoughts except for Loki.
I groaned and laid my head onto the cold, dewy table. What was I even doing? Really? I felt completely useless in my purpose on Asgard and I ended up letting myself be trampled on by a god. One that promised he had no interest in hurting me and then left his marks upon my skin. I felt the bile return, running along the back of my throat. He probably didn't even care.
Pale morning light tangled through the shifting curtains. A light breeze tickled at Loki's face, his eyes snapped open. He carefully rolled out of bed, sitting so that his legs hung over the edge and his toes touched the bare floor. He rubbed his long fingers over his face, digging his knuckle deep into his eye when he heard a small sigh.
He buried his brows into the middle of his face and glanced over his shoulder. The shape of a body under his sheets started to twist and turn. He reached forward, plucking a strand of dark brown hair from the pillow. His stare focused on it, blurring out everything around him including the smiling brunette that looked up at him from underneath the covers.
"Good morning," she cooed turning onto her side. The silk covers dropped to the bed, sliding down her supple skin revealing her busty chest.
The past week had been much of a blur. To avoid Karnilla and her constant pestering he turned to distractions in the form of Asgard's strongest brews and its most beautiful women. Night after night Loki joined the banquets, much to everyone at courts dismay, and partook in the festivities in the only way he knew how.
His magic was straining. Even turning wine to spiders was becoming taxing. It had been one of the first spells Loki had taught himself as a child. It didn't set well with him that it would soon be gone.
He turned away from the curvaceous woman in his bed and slipped out from underneath the sheets. Loki stood tall, his muscles in his back stretched tight as he rotated his shoulders back and forth. His fingers massaged against his neck as he waited for the massive headache to overtake him. It never did. Not the way it had in Midgard.
The morning after the fiasco that led to his hangover he felt as though he would never be able to open his eyes again. Every time he tried the light would pierce them like a sword, stabbing deep down so that he quickly closed them. His brain slammed repeatedly against his skull, trying to break free from its prison of thoughts. Everything at once flooded over him, his mind consumed with his failing powers and the look on Hayden's face.
He ran his hands through his hair, slicking back the strands out of his face. Loki strode over to the curtains and pulled them open. He relished the pain that the sunlight brought, stinging at his unprepared gaze as he stepped out onto the balcony. His eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, scanning over the pink and orange hues that smeared across the horizon. The tall towers of Asgard glittered in the sunrise unlike the clunky towers in Midgard that blocked out the sun.
His fingers wrapped around the balcony, it was warm at his touch. Hayden would enjoy a sunrise such as this, he thought to himself as the young brunette slinked out of the bedroom and out onto the balcony next to him. She remained unclothed, just as he was, and rested her arms against the railing.
Loki glanced at her tall, muscular curves. Her hair glided down to the dimple of her back. It was beautiful, the color of wet wood after it was caught in a raging storm and he recalled the way it would slip through his fingers rather than start to tangle like Hayden's would.
He returned his gaze to the horizon, watching the sea crash against the bifrost. Asgardian women were perfect. They were all tall with bodies that women on Midgard would kill for. He amused himself with the idea of hundreds of women tearing one another apart just for the possibility of having the toned, willowy body of an Asgardian. It was all they seemed to petty themselves with.
Not Hayden. He looked to his fingers, at the faint markings that were left, and sighed. His mind kept dragging to the infernal woman. If he would have just convinced her to go with him to the spring like Karnilla and he had planned then he wouldn't be in this mess. He would have his magic back to its full potential, stronger than before without fear of losing himself to the tesseract. Instead he was losing himself to something much stronger and he wasn't certain he was ready for that. Especially not over a Midgardian brat.
She was infuriating, and at times he felt absolutely livid over the stupid, insignificant things that poured out of her mouth. Karnilla had choses Hayden, saying she was weak and easy to control. She had been right about that, manipulating Hayden into doing as he needed her to do would be easy but...
Loki thought back to that night. His entire body filled with fire as he stared helplessly at his hands that refused to heal. Everything he knew and understood was slipping away from him. He was a prince, a god and standing there with Hayden-ready to bed her the way that she needed to be-set a panic inside him that he didn't fully grasp. In that moment he felt weak and exposed, like he was nothing more but one of them.
But he wasn't! He never would be! His fingers clenched around the railing. He was a god! He was a prince! He had an army ready to destroy Hayden and her precious world. It was all taken away from him as he was left to watch everything he worked for disintegrate into lost time and become nothing more than another myth to be read about in books.
Hayden's scrunched face that flooded with tears seared into his brain. He remembered the feel of her skin under his fingertips as he crushed them into her until he felt the bone. Her cries still echoed inside his mind every time he laid awake in the dark with a different pretty brunette fast asleep on his arm.
It was good this way. Better for the both of them. He could return to his focus on retrieving the stone and once Hayden's use for him was finished she could return home to her family. They would comfort her and her mother-never liking him to begin with as was just deserved-would bite her tongue. Hayden would go back to her daily life once S.H.I.E.L.D. realized she was a pawn and no longer of any real use to them. No one cared about Norse Mythology when the myths were staring at them with leering smiles.
"Come, my Prince, it's still early," whined the Asgardian beauty, his mind still trapped on Hayden. "I can think of better things for us to do before the castle rises for the day," she ran her fingers up his spine.
He caught her hand in his, and spun her arm around so that her back pressed against his chest. She started to giggle as Loki leaned forward, almost offended by her flowery scent. Hayden never cared for perfumes. She always smelled natural, delicious...
"You are done here," he whispered into her ear, dropping her hand so that it fell to her side.
Loki didn't turn to look at her face. Instead he faced the sky once again, closing his eyes to the rays that beat down on his cheeks. He listened to the woman shuffle around the room, gathering her things. She would huff and sniff, talking to herself about what a prat he was. He allowed her to keep talking on the simple principle that everything she was saying was true. He was a selfish, egotistical prick.
"You're profiling."
Loki lazily looked through his peripherals to see Karnilla leaning against the entrance way to the balcony. Her claws were painted a bright gold that dug into the folds of her matching dress. It hung low, smothering her feet and the neckline dared to stop just above her bellybutton. She tossed her plated red hair over her shoulder and joined Loki where he stood.
"Every girl you've slept with this week has been a brunette," she pointed out, sucking hard on the inside of her cheek. "I thought you said you didn't care about your Midgardian whore."
"Whom I bed is of no concern to you, Karnilla," he retorted thinking back on all the women he had taken to his chambers. She was right. He was profiling. They had all been slender, green-eyed brunettes. "When does she return?"
"Oh, you did not know?" Loki turned his head, Karnilla smiled at him wickedly. "She returned last night. There was a banquet in her father's honor." She sniffed and pretended to wipe at her eye. "It was very moving."
"She returned last night?" he asked, wondering how he did not know. He should have been there, should have explained to her why he left. Not that he cared if she was mad, he just wanted to...
"Look, time is running out Loki." Karnilla's gaze slit, the green of her eyes appeared almost black. "I will get this stone, with or without your help. I just need to know I still have you on my side and that this Midgardian will not-"
"She is a Midgardian," he snapped, as if that wasn't obvious. "We will have that stone." His teeth clashed together.
Whatever it was that he was feeling for Hayden was something he would dwell on later. He had to keep his mind focused and clear. Little distractions like the way she smelled and the sounds that she whispered in his ear while his lips were on her soft, tender skin we're just that; distractions.
"Good," Karnilla soothed, "I will not be betrayed, Loki."
"I have other matters at hand that concern me more than betraying you," he replied looking away from Karnilla's scowl and back to the bifrost.
He thought back to the drivel entertainment pictures he had watched with Hayden's family. One picture in particular had been about a woman who was in love with a man that did not know of her feelings. Every night she walked by his apartment she would pause and look up to try and find his.
Had Hayden looked up at the towers, trying to figure out which one was his room? It seemed like a silly Midgardian thing to do. Something that she would do. After all, Hayden was always saying or doing things that made no sense to him.
Loki blinked, uncertain why he even cared to think such things. "Let's keep it that way...Lars," responded Karnilla before teleporting to whatever lair she crawled out of.
He tightened his hold onto the railing. His palms grew slick with sweat. The All-Father set him out with a task he did not want, now he was set before a task he no longer was certain that he could do.
I did not sleep the night of my return and instead holed myself up in the library after the returning banquet Thor had thrown in mine and my father's honor. It was a wonderful gesture and I truly appreciated it but the entire ordeal left me drained, physically and emotionally.
All night I was telling stories about my father, gushing about his obsession with Norse Mythology. It crushed me to know that he would never know what I had seen and I constantly found myself hoping he could hear me in his last few moments. Perhaps he rode alongside Odin in Valhalla? What a silly thought.
The banquet ran until late into the night. Sif had retired early. Volstaag had fallen asleep at the table with a spilled drink soaking into his beard and the roasted leg of some sort of pheasant hung from his open mouth. Hogun slipped away after the feast, and once Fandral had set his eye on a prize in the form of long legs and golden hair I started to lose any hope that Loki would show.
I really wanted to talk to him about the sketches that Coulson had been kind enough to let me keep. Our talk was short, his orders were clear. I was to avoid Loki and focus on the upcoming war that Thor spoke of. While I assured him that it wouldn't affect our world he wanted me to make sure I was positive.
"How am I supposed to report back?" I asked, remembering how my recorder had practically exploded in my hand shortly after my arrival. "Our technology doesn't work up there. There is some sort of electrical barrier surrounding the place."
Coulson nodded, already knowing the fact from reason my journals. "That is why Fury has decided to have you return every weekend to brief us in person."
I gaped. Every weekend I would have to go through the weird portal or teleport using the bifrost? My stomach lurched forward.
I had told Thor, excluding out the part where Fury wanted me to spy on him, and he claimed it was a good idea. I slouched my shoulders. Couldn't I just take an elevator between Midgard and Asgard?
The portal in the cave was much more ideal than teleportation and I expressed my concerns to Thor about it. He griped about it taking longer but was nice enough that we were able to take it. Or, we would have if the front entrance hadn't been demolished.
Several agents were swarmed around it while crewmen in bright yellow hats worked to dig out the rocks with cranes. Apparently there had been a landslide after a heavy rainstorm and the entrance to the cave was completely gone. There was no word on whether or not the portal was ruined but they promised Thor that Fury would let him know as soon as possible.
"So, bifrost it is," I frowned.
Thor grimaced and crossed his arms against his chest. "If I said you get used to would you believe me?" I considered for a moment, then shook my head. He laughed so deep that it rattled my bones. "Well, you are right not to."
He wrapped one thick arm around me and held tight onto my waist. I closed my eyes, leaning my face into his chest, and snapped my gaze up toward Thor. He raised his arm high above his crown of golden hair, Mjölnir glinted in the sunlight.
"You do know that Loki wasn't in Asgard the entire time?" I suddenly asked, needing to have at least one of my buzzing questions answered.
Thor's icy gaze looked down at me. The lines in his face ironed out, and he smiled just enough that his lips started to turn at the corners. "I knew where my brother resided all along."
"So, why did you lie to them?"
He considered my question, the one that nagged at the back of my mind. His hair blew in the wind, dancing on his broad shoulders. The spring air felt nice on my face and I turned toward it, staring at all the agents that scrambled around the cave entrance.
Then, in a very low voice, Thor whispered in my ear. "I lied for the same reasons that you did, Hayden."
His words tore through my mind as my body felt thinned and spread out as someone yanked me by bellybutton and pulled me into an empty void. We landed before Heimdall, his blank expression greeted us with a golden-eyed stare beneath his heavy helmet.
I struggled to keep from falling, my head still spinning with what Thor had said. It played in my mind all night that sleep evaded me and I soon found myself in flannel pajamas standing in the middle of the empty library. With only a lone candle in my hand I stepped forward and began my search, desperate to find anything that would help me.
The sun had began to filter through the glass-stained window. Pinks and blues and greens spilled across the marble floor and onto the books that piled high at the table I sat at. My eyes were beginning to betray me when the sound of the large doors scratched against the floor. I jolted up in my seat, wiping at the saliva on my chin, and leaned back in my seat to see Karnilla strolling inside.
She was, as always, breathtakingly gorgeous. In Asgard, a world filled with beautiful, tall women, Karnilla was a standard of beauty that I was certain all women craved to be. Every woman on Asgard made me feel fat and ugly in comparison but whenever I looked at Karnilla I suddenly felt as though I was nothing more than a hopping toad avoiding her feet in the off chance that she would step on me.
Her copper hair was braided around her head several times until it dangled down her back in a fine point. Sapphire pins pulled away any stray strands from her carefully painted on face. Her dress was exquisite; it wrapped around her slender body in gold and silk cut down to the top of her bellybutton. Women would kill just to look like her, I mused to myself suddenly wondering if Loki had ever-
I paled at my turn of thoughts. My gaze shot back to the book in my hand and I forced myself to focus on the blurring words. I didn't have to distract myself long when the overwhelming scent of roses filled the air.
"Hayden, correct?" I turned in my chair to see Karnilla standing in front of me. she flashed a smile and I couldn't help but return my own. After all, it would have been rude not to. "You still owe me a trip to Rainbow River, remember?"
Ah, yes. Before I was sent back home she and I were supposed to visit the tacky named river. I wasn't feeling up to going anywhere but maybe clearing my mind would help me with what it was that I was looking for. Besides, Fury was already displeased about my lack of exploring Asgard and according to Coulson if I didn't gather more useful information he would kick my ass so hard to the dark side of the moon that my face would be imprinted on the side.
As unlikely as it was that his threat was possible I didn't put it past Fury not to try. So I forced my smile wider and nodded. "I remember."
"Wonderful," she said clapping her hands together so that the sound echoed through the vast library. "Shall we go tonight? It is only worth the visit at night or you cannot see the river change colors."
"Oh," I breathed. I really wanted to talk to Loki first.
"Perfect. We can meet here after dusk sets in," she widened her smile before her eyes caught sight of my wrinkled, blue and red striped pajamas that I had yet to change out of. "I recommend that you not wear that attire."
I looked down at my pajamas realizing that everything I brought was mostly professional or some sort of flannel. "I don't really have-"
Karnilla waved her hand in front of her face. "Oh not to worry, I can have one of the seamstresses make you something before we leave."
"That really isn't-"
"Oh, hello your grace," she suddenly spoke turning toward the open doors and bowing low.
I spun in my seat to see Lady Frigga gliding our way. She was clad in plain silver robes that folded underneath her arms, tucked into a large, ornate belt that was made of some sort of metal. Her pale blonde hair drapped in curls as she she nodded to Karnilla in acknowledgment. Her blue eyes, the same melted ice color as Thor's, skimmed over Karnilla until they met mine.
I was quick to stand on my bare feet, feeling that it was rude to sit before the queen. To my surprise she extended her hands forward, smiling gently at me. Uncertain of what she wanted me to do I took a small step toward her and placed my hands into her soft palms.
"I am so sorry for your loss. My sons know your pain all too well." She squeezed my knuckles with her thumb and smiled sadly before she flicked her gaze to Karnilla. Thick eyelashes slowly blinked over her green-eyed stare before she realized she was being dismissed. Karnilla bowed humbly, winking at me before she turned to leave.
"Thank you," I finally said after Karnilla left. It felt immensely better to breath without her presence crushing down on me.
Frigga let go of my hands. "If only the ogre's understood this pain," she sighed. "Then perhaps this pointless war would end."
"This is serious, Hayden," rang Coulson's words in the back of my mind. The swinging light shined off the balding spot of his head, catching the sweat that rolled down his neck. "As an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. you cannot let your personal feelings hinder your judgment."
I blinked, returning my thoughts to the present. If I was to find anything out about the war now was my time to ask. Thor had been far too distracted to answer my questions and those who could answer were either drunk or not present. A pit in my stomach formed at the idea of taking advantage of Frigga's new trust toward me but my job was on the line here.
"What do ogre's have anything to do with Asgard? Why would they want to bring war?" I asked trying to keep my voice from sounding too interested. I was, after all, a concerned member of a disinterested third party.
"Many, many years ago Asgard was at war with the giants. Giants of the ice, giants of the earth, giants of the water," she paused, flashed a bored smile at me and added, "there was a lot of war."
She sighed and gestured that I sit down. I did as was directed, waiting for Frigga to take the seat in front of me. She studied the books that piled high but said nothing. Part of me wondered if she could read the text Loki claimed to be lost to them.
"I do not know why they raged wars. Some say it is lost to history," her eyes glided from the weathered stacks to my stare, "but from what I remember as a child it was pointless as most wars are. Ancient kings grow weary of peace. They like to show off their toys in the form of an army." I could see where Loki got his wit from. "As time passed Odin and the ogre's came to an agreement. They created a treaty stating that they would reside in the mountains, leaving Asgard alone."
"And with his passing the treaty is no longer valid in their eyes," I supplied.
Lady Frigga nodded, a glint flickered in her blue gaze. "Some of us on Asgard have soft hearts for Midgardians. Some, like Thor and Balder, more than others." I felt my chest close up and tried to steady my breathing. "I guess some of us do not give humans their due where it is deserved."
She started to rise, waving me to remain seated as I began to do so as well. I sat back down, watching as Frigga clutched at a small silver chain that dangled around her neck. "Thor is a fine leader and an ever better warrior. I do not worry about this outcome."
She began to leave and I felt my heart tug. Frigga had lost so much. Her husband, quiet possibly already lost Loki and now her eldest son was about to fight his own war If only Loki wasn't so stubborn he would see how lost his mother was and-
"You can rest assure that your world will be safe from the attacks should war ensue. Ogre's do not like to leave their realm."
I rubbed at the back of my neck, the guilt eating at my insides. "Sorry, I just-"
Frigga dropped the necklace into the folds of her gown and held up her hand to silence me. I bit on my tongue so hard I could taste the faint tingle of copper slid down my throat. "I know your intentions mean well. Nick Fury has secrets that even his secrets do not know. You can report to him that your world has nothing to fear from us. The time of gods has been long played out."
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