Hey there! Sorry it's taken so long to update, I been rather busy but I am hoping to get a lot done in the next couple of weeks, so stay tuned :)

This is quite a short chapter but I have high hopes for the next one ;)

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Aura was halted by her captors. She wanted to be so much closer but she held back. She wanted to experience whatever expression that was about to come across Loki's face when he realised what was happening. When he realised that The Trickster had been tricked. It took everything in her to restrain her delight. She watched him in his charade. He spoke like the Allfather but there was something in the way he moved that gave him away. He was too sleek, too sophisticated, too sly. How had no one caught on to him yet? She was pleased that he hadn't seen through her dress up act yet. Although, she did have to admit that this one was one of her best. Her skin was liver spotted and lose, her back was effectively stooped and her hair was fine, silvery strands. She looked like she was taking a break from lying on her deathbed, except from the brightness in her eyes. She couldn't keep them aged. Her clear green irises sparkled like the chink in her armour. Hopefully she'd get away with it just long enough.

Loki watches the old woman being brought in in chains. He doubted that she'd need all the restraint that they held but Odin wouldn't object so neither would he. She looked strange, it was almost as if she were getting younger by the second. Her body withering and frail yet her eyes progressively brightened the longer she stood before him. Something wasn't right. Why was she even here? Confusion must have crossed his face because one of Odin henchmen approached him.

"We found her strolling around the castle. She must have slipped in the servants quarters, impersonated a washer woman." He murmured to his king. Loki nodded his Odin head and shooed him. Putting on his best Odin voice he stood, staring down at the creature.

"Well, it seems we have an imposter on our hands." He said. The woman looked up and smirked. It was unsettling. It was an expression that didn't belong on her face.

"You're one to talk … your majesty." Loki was silenced. His lips pressed into a thin line, he was stunned, angry. This cause the woman to smile. Her looked face so different to what it had been, so … youthful, he could barely believe it to be the same person. There was something else in that smile, something deeper. Recognition?

"Get out." He uttered. It was calm, quiet but far from peaceful. The golden henchmen looked between each other confused. "I SAID GET OUT! ALL OF YOU! NOW!" he bellowed. Startled the Allfather's minions scuttled out of the great chamber of fear that they'll anger him further. When he was finally without an audience, Loki stormed forward and grabbed the woman by the throat. She did not feel frail and even if she were, he was too furious to care. "Who do you think you are!? To speak to your King like that!" The woman continued to smile, completely unfazed.

"Indeed you are my King, but you are not Asgard's … unfortunately." She said, her voice strong, not that of the old thing in his hands. Up close, her eyes were even more shocking. Loki was confused, dazed and troubled. What was happening?

"Who are you?" He asked her. Something stirred behind him and it was followed by a voice.

"A blast from the past." He dropped the woman and spun around to face the voice. The old woman stood before him, no longer bound by chains. Startled, he spun back around again, to be greeted by a miraculous sight. She stood there in a dress that matched her sparkling, green eyes covered by a thick, velvety, black cape. "I always hated being tricked but it is fun to be a trickster. After all, I learned from the best." She smiled at him.

"Aura." Loki breathed.

"Hello, my Prince." She was lapping up the control. "I think you can de-robe now, I showed you mine …" she grinned at him wickedly. Without any idea of what else to do, Loki revealed himself to her. Her delight was clear, she revelled in seeing the shock on his true features. "Still as beautiful as ever."

"I thought you were … gone" Loki whispered. His expression had saddened.

"I was gone. For a long time. But lucky for me, I found my way back. I do have to admit, I was on a dark path for a while. You don't earn these powers for being good y'know. Not when they're bestowed by spell casters anyway." Aura circled him as she spoke. Loki stood there motionless, still trying to work out what to say. "I've spent so long practising and learning, seeing through your disguise this whole time. Working out a way to show you that you don't have everyone fooled. You can be brought down."

"So what is this? Some kind of revenge?" he spoke quietly, softly.

"You broke my heart Loki!" He yelled at him. Loki looked right at her for the first time since he became himself again.

"I broke my own heart! Do you think I wanted to end things like that? Do you think I wanted to end things period!? You were too young to realise what had to be done!" Loki tried to defend himself but even he didn't believe it.

"But not too young to have my heart crushed by someone I believed in more than anything else in this realm?! I loved you!" Loki's heart stopped for a second. However, they were rudely interrupted.

Their interaction had alerted the guards that were now bashing in the doors. Joined in thought, both tricksters looked at each other and created an illusion of an injured Odin lying on the floor. They took off, barrelling out another door. As the guards rammed their way in, they looked between the fleeing assailants and their unconscious King, debating internally which matter they should attend to. As they went for the King, he disappeared, but the moment of doubt gave the mischief-makers the time they needed to disappear. The guards chased after them but found only empty corridors, not realising that they were chasing ghosts.

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