Eris' POV

I knocked on the door to Fury's office and waited to be let in. I was excited, I wouldn't take no for an answer this time.

"What is it, agent Foster?"

He asked, not looking up from the documents he was reading.

"I've come to request permission to go to Asgard to see Loki."

I stated confidently. Fury set the document down on his desk and sighed.

"Eris, how many time have I told you-"

"It is up to you though! Loki is still considered a war criminal here on Earth and that is a situation under your control, I need your permission before I can ask Thor."

I explained, still hopeful. Fury sighed again, slightly agitated.

"Why do you even want to see him so badly? Are you sure he even remembers you?"

He challenged, raising a brow. My heart clenched at the thought of Loki forgetting me.

"I need to do this, to at least put myself at ease."

I confessed, my fists curled tightly on the edge of Fury's desk. The man was quiet for a moment, thinking it over.

"Fine, you can go. I just don't want you to be disappointed if you don't find what you're looking for."

He replied, grabbing the documents again. I smiled but kept the rest of my joy inside of me.

"Thank you, Nick."

I murmured, turning to leave. I quickly found Thor-I must've startled him a little since I was bouncing and smiling so much.

"Fury said I can go see Loki!"

I blurted out with excitement. Thor's face hardened.

"Eris, I don't think that is a wise idea."

He warned, his voice deeper than usual. I ceased my bouncing and frowned up at him.

"Why not?"

I pouted, giving him the puppy dog eyes. Thor paused for a moment, thinking before he spoke.

"Loki isn't...in a state to be taking visitors."

The god explained, trying to be delicate with the situation. My brow furrowed down in slight irritation.

"I'm sure he can make an exception."

I assured the thunder god. We just stared each other down for a few minutes before he sighed, defeated.

"Fine, but do not say I didn't warn you."

He replied grimly. We went out side of the facility so the Bifrost wouldn't blow a giant hole in the building. I smiled brightly as he grabbed me tightly around my waist.

"Heimdall."

Thor boomed. Within seconds, we were enveloped in a bright white and blue light.

"Hold on tight."

Was all Thor said before we were soaring through space or, as it had been explained to me by Thor, the branches of Yggdrasil. I held onto my adopted uncle as tightly as I could before we were spat out into a golden room, it was reminiscent of a planetarium in the sense that it had a rounded ceiling. In the center of the room, was a tall man, dressed in gold armor-his eyes nearly the same color as the ensemble he wore. He pulled a giant sword out of the floor and approached Thor and I. I shrunk slightly in fear, looking between the stranger and my guardian.

"Eris, this is Heimdall. He is the gatekeeper of Asgard."

Thor told me, gesturing to the other god. I relaxed and tried to smile.

"I know you are here to visit the traitor, therefore I will warn you-if anytime during or after your time with him you appear as a threat to Asgard, I will kill you."

His voice was strong and deep but void of emotion, like his face. My eyes widened.

"Well, you don't have to tell me twice."

I mumbled, shaking my head a little. The gatekeeper nodded and stepped aside for us to pass. Thor and I approached an enormous multi-colored bridge that stretched across a vast sea. I suddenly felt a wave of vertigo from the dizzying height. I clung to Thor's arm tightly as I cautiously walked across the bridge, it looked so fragile, like glass. After what seemed like and agonizing eternity, we reached a golden palace. During the entire journey, Thor stayed quiet next to me and I didn't try to argue with it. Thor led me through the corridors of the palace and he stopped in front of a wooden door, the only one I'd seen in the entire place. I looked up at him questioningly, I could tell he felt uneasy. He looked down at me, his eyes burning intensely.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

He asked one last time. My jaw set tightly and I nodded. He looked back to the door and opened it, letting me go in first. We went down a flight of black, stone stairs that ended at a hallway, which from what I could tell, contained prison cells on either side. Thor placed a hand on my back and urged me forward.

"Keep your head down, do not speak to them or look their way."

He ordered in a whisper. I did as he instructed, not paying attention to the occasional hoot I got from prisoners. We walked all the way to the end of the hall where Thor finally picked his head back up, a stoic expression on his features. I followed suit, lifting my head to the cell we stood before. My eyes found a man with long, raven hair that reached his shoulders, neatly kept out of his face. His beautiful face held no expression, however his eyes bore mercilessly into Thor's. There was a long period of silence and I nearly jumped when it was shattered.

"After all this time, now you come to visit me, brother? Why? To mock?"

Loki accused calmly. Thor's jaw tightened and he closed his eyes briefly.

"No, you have a visitor. Agent Foster, from S.H.I.E.L.D."

Thor replied, making sure to keep his voice even. Loki narrowed his eyes and they flickered from Thor to me for a moment.

"You bring a filthy Midgardian to my cell?"

He growled. I wasn't paying attention as an argument broke out between them, I was too busy staring at the back wall of Loki's prison cell. I stepped up closer and reached a hand towards the undulating forcefield that kept Loki caged, touching the surface. I expected to be electrocuted, burned or killed at the contact but my fingers passed right through. Perplexed by this, I continued through the forcefield until I was standing directly in the cell.

'Huh, well, I guess that's convenient.'

I thought, examining the rest of my body for any signs of damage. I could still hear Thor and Loki shouting at each other and I shook my head. I took measured steps towards Loki and he stopped yelling at his brother, his eyes scrutinizing me as I came forward. I sat down across from him and pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose.

"No more illusions, Loki."

I murmured, keeping my emotions in check. I was so happy to see him but I knew he didn't recognize me. He only looked at me for a few moments before the illusion faded, revealing that he and his room were in complete disarray. His hair hung in his face messily, his shirt and pants were wrinkled and the dark circles under his eyes suggested a great lack of sleep. Around his cell, furniture lay broken and sprawled out across the floor. I tried to ignore it and brought my eyes back to his.

"You're more intelligent than I anticipated...this is the second time he's fallen for it."

Loki said, just the smallest hint of a smile on his thin lips. I didn't bother hiding my grin.

"Well, I've seen enough of your tricks to know better."

I replied, a little smugly because for once, I knew something he didn't. His eyes narrowed at me again and he leaned forward a bit.

"I don't recall ever knowing a Foster aside from the Jane mortal that Thor is so fond of..."

He admitted, making me smirk.

"I'm not surprised that you don't recognize me, it's been a fairly long time since we saw each other."

I began. Loki still looked lost so I continued.

"I guess I should reintroduce myself, then. I'm Eris Foster, we met about 16 years ago..."

I told him, extending a hand for him to shake. His brow furrowed and he frowned, he looked pretty angry.

"No, you're not."

He hissed venomously, making me pout involuntarily.

"You stop talking to me for six years and you've got the balls to say I'm not really me?!"

I snapped, leaning closer to him. His lips tightened into a line for a moment.

"It will take more than that to convince me."

He said simply, his face relaxing. I rolled my eyes.

"Come on! You really don't recognize your own best friend, you assbutt?!"

I exclaimed, throwing my hands into the air. Loki smirked and let out a small chuckle.

"So you are, what do you want from me?"

He asked, his incredible blue-green eyes piercing mine. I felt like a deer in headlights, his question stunning me. What did I want? I don't know, I just wanted to see him...That's all I've ever wanted.

"Is it that crazy to think that I don't want anything from you, that I simply missed you and wanted to see you?"

I inquired, smiling slightly. His expression went blank like it was before.

"Yes it is, now tell me what you are here to gain!"

He snarled angrily. I frowned and put a little more space between us, in fear that he would lash out at me.

"N-nothing! There is nothing I wish to take from you, I-I just thought-"

"Thought what? That I'd want to see you too? Well I don't. If you're here you might as well make yourself useful and get me out of this pen!"

He barked. I sighed and stood to my feet.

"I suppose I'll come back when you aren't in such a foul mood."

I mumbled, turning back to the forcefield. Once I reached it, Loki spoke.

"Don't bother."

He spat bitterly. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt my heart clench from the stab of his words. I didn't reply and left his cell with Thor.