AN/ thank you for reviews and support as always. I'm so glad to be writing once again! 3

Geira was frantically searching each room in the palace, using the back passage ways and staff tunnels to expertly navigate the huge royal dwelling. With each room she entered, her heart sank a little further, her stomach ached as she began to panic, she could not arrange her thoughts into any logical manner. She was darting from room to room, desperately hoping to see a glimpse of her love. She finally made it to the main hall way of the grand palace, trying to avoid anyone's gaze, she quickly slipped around a corner, only to crash into the stone hard chest of Thor. His eyes were stern and his warm smile completely missing from his usual friendly demeanour.

"Geira," he said almost too loudly, "What are you doing here? You shouldn't be in the palace today."
The young woman was taken aback from his frosty greeting.
"I slipped away from my previous duties early.." she trailed off, knowing that Thor would not believe her quivering tone. "I.." The huge man held his hand up interrupting Geira before she could continue.
"You know he is missing?" Thor questioned, his harsh manner made Geira take a step back.
"I hoped it was not him." she mumbled quietly, staring down at the shining golden floor. "I had a feeling that something was indeed very wrong.. I hoped it was not him." she repeated, like a child that had been caught doing something naughty. The bear like man sighed and pressed his large hand against his face before looking at the nervous girl.
"It is him, Geira. We cannot find him, I suspect he is using his tricks to keep us at bay. Father is furious." Thor was now rushing his words, his eyes searched the room as if Loki was simply going to appear.

Loki was now, still in the very spot he had frozen in. His mind was racing much too quickly that he could not even pick out a single thought to concentrate on. He tangled his hands in his smooth black hair, balling them into fists, closing his eyes tightly he prayed for everything to just slow down, even for a moment while he regained his composure, but it was in vain. Every so often, he would be distracted by the sound of metal boots clanking along the path, patrols he presumed, searching for him, waiting to drag him back to that dark cell. His heart longed for Geira and the clarity that she always so easily provided.

Geira had been trawling through her own mind, searching for clues of where Loki may have run to, if he did escape where would he go, what would he do? She had so many questions and could not find a single answer. Thor had been pacing back and forth, every now and again, he would raise his hand, as if a flash of inspiration had suddenly hit him, but every time he would simply drop his hand and continue pacing, occasionally looking to Geira as if she was the key to the mystery. The large man and delicate woman seemed all at a loss, when by chance, Geira looked to the shadows and saw a flicker of gold. She squinted her eyes, too uneasy to move, searching the dark for the glint she was sure she had seen.

Loki's eyes flew open, and he was startled. He could see Geira, and his brother. They looked as if they had been given the most terrible news, he was puzzled and watched as his darling seemed to look straight at him. A daydream he was sure, his mind and heart were simply to distressed and he was imagining the only thing that could ease his tension. He watched as Geira grabbed his brothers arm, pointing in Loki's direction. He saw Thor's nostrils flare, causing the mischievous prince to tightly close his eyes once again and recoil. He had seen that very same look on Thor's face before, and he did not want to continue in this dream to see what his brother was going to do next.

Both Thor and Geira were now convinced that they had in fact caught a glimpse of the escaped prisoner of Asgard.
"He is here Thor, I know it, I feel it!" Geira's tone was that of shock and desperation.
"I too saw him." Thor replied quietly, his voice barely recognizable, as if he were part animal, growling rather than speaking. "We must find my mother." he added.
The young woman shook her head, "No, we cannot, I must find him. I can fix this." she pleaded.
"He is not to be trusted!" Thor spat fiercely, his fears of Loki's unchanged behaviour slowly becoming true in his mind.
Geira reached for the bear like man, taking his hand gently, she peered up into his dark eyes and spoke softly now, "Please, trust me. I know him, just as you do. This is not him."
Thor's eyes dropped to meet the feisty young woman's gaze. Although he knew what the proper thing to do was, he felt powerless against this petite yet determine girl. He nodded once before turning away.
"I will not speak just yet, one hour." he said quietly. "One hour, and if he hasn't already been found by then, we are going to my mother and father, and we are ending this, whatever means necessary.", and with that, the blonde haired man strode off down the long hallway, joining a group of guards before turning back to Geira with a mournful glance.

The young woman instantly began running along the hallway, she could see streams of silver moonlight flood in through the large windows, she stopped sharply, staring out into the vast gardens. She did not know why, but she was being drawn outside into the cold night air, she hurried along the veranda and out onto the gravelled pathway. Mindlessly she began searching, she could fel something within her pulling her in the direction of the large stone walls that enclose the royal gardens. Abruptly she stopped at the edge of the path, she peered into the shrubbery and through the blossom trees that seemed to glow silver in the moonlight when she was another glint of gold, shining through the foliage.

Without a second thought, she clambered through the plants and dodged low hanging branches until she finally came upon Loki, slumped on the ground, head in his hands and his first where wrapped so tightly in his raven hair that his knuckles were pure white. Her eyes began to well with tears and she dropped onto the ground beside him.
"Loki, My darling Loki," she whispered, "I am here Loki."
Loki snarled as if in pain, thinking that again his cruel mind was tricking him, just as he had always done to others, when he suddenly felt a warm touch on his arm, he opened his eyes just enough to see Geira's dainty little hand gently stroking his arm, he pale hair was hanging loosely by his shoulder. His eyes continued up, scared that this would in fact be untrue, until he saw her glorious blue eyes, wet with tears.

"Geira?" he questioned, "Geira my love can it be real?" he whimpered.
The young woman did not speak, instead, she threw her arms around the fragile prince, holding him as a mother would her child. She gently pried his hands from out of his hair, and held him tightly, feeling his body slowly relax, she could do nothing but comfort him at this moment. She had found him, and he had not escaped, this was a blessing to her, and she was sure that somehow she could help to make this ok once again. She ran her small hand through her loves tangled hair, smoothing it as she did so, her mind looking for anything she could say to get Loki out of his current situation. He was shuddering and Geira could tell that he had finally dropped all of his walls. He was at his most vulnerable ad she had a fierce need to protect him, just as he did her.