Imagine sleeping with a stuffed animal every night, and Loki calls you childish with disdain, but one night you return to you chambers rather late and find him sleeping with your stuffed animal because it reminds him of you.
I need to see the pain in his eyes when I pull his hair back. And, oh those beautiful eyes. So expressive. He is so broken. And yet, somehow, whole.
“You.” He looks at me with a mixture of hatred and arousal as I enter his chambers.
“Me.” I smile. I know that I am the only one that can give him what he wants.
“How are you, pet?” I ask as I move towards him. His eyes track my every move. He angles his body towards mine. I give him the same perusal he affords me. I let a disappointed sigh escape me as I see he is still clothed.
“I gave you very specific instructions, Loki.”
“I am not your slave.”
I laugh and that laugh sounds derisive even to my own ears.
“No. You are my king.”
I reach him and raise my hands to touch him. He is cold and hard but oh so alive.
My hands reach his hair and his pupils dilate. I fist my hands in that dark mane and pull his head back. He gasps in pleasure as the multiple stings register. His throat is bare to me and with one hand I fist it. He is mine. He belongs to me. He shudders in pleasure as I lightly choke him.
“Make no mistake, Loki. I obey you when you order me around but behind these doors you do what I say.”
I pull his hair harder and he falls to his knees in front of me. He wants to touch me. I know because I see him holding himself back with effort.
“You are so beautiful.”
He opens his eyes and I see the same twisted need mirrored in them that makes me double over in jealousy every time I see someone else touch him.
“I saw you with Frey, today. You went into his room and didn’t come out for hours.”
“Jealousy. Tut, tut. You are a king, Loki. You should be used to sharing your lovers.”
He smirks up at me. He knows that he is the best lover I have ever had.
“Did he make you moan as I do, y/n? Did he pet you as I do? Tell me.”
I don’t answer for the longest time.
I tighten my grip on his throat and he shudders once more. A growl escapes him this time.
That’s all it takes. He bursts out of my hold.
“You forget who I am, insolent woman.”
“You are one of my many lovers, sweetie and if you can’t handle that….”
I turn to leave but he traps me in an elaborate illusion. His illusions, as always, are beautifully done. He pulls the chains tighter and my arms extend to the limit. He comes up behind me and kisses my shoulder softly. I shiver at the chill his breath sends over me. In that moment, I know, I just know that he has changed his skin.
“You are not in any position to make demands.”
He circles around to stand in front of me.
The word is breathy. I don’t lose control often but the sight of such beauty leaves me breathless.
“You are magnificent.”
He opens his eyes and they are bloodshot.
“Do not romanticize me, y/n. I know….”
“You are the most beautiful lover I have ever had, pet.”
“I see it in your eyes. You will try to change me.” He almost hisses at those words.
“Why would I?”
“I am not a hero, y/n. I will never be one. I know why you don’t tell your comrades about me. Everyone wants me for a lover but they inevitably mate a man like…..”
“I don’t want your brother, Loki. Blondes aren’t my type.”
He looks at me with shock. I like that I have caught him off guard.
Imagine- you are Prince Loki’s personal maid. As the few words exchanged between you gradually turn into a few sentences and then, an actual conversation, Loki begins to realize that he prefers your intelligent, refreshing company to the company of all the pretty palace ladies, and any of the princesses he had ever met.
A/N: This is set just at the start of the Avengers and will
take some twists and turns. The story itself will be multiple parts. I hope you enjoy.
The clash of metal sounded as the blades of your dual swords
and Sif’s shield met with loud scrape.
It forced her to take a step back giving you the advantage as you
twisted around elbowing her in the face then kicking her right knee, sending
her to the ground.
“I yield, I yield. I
am done, [Y/N]. I swear by the Allfather
I am going to have to see the healers again.”
You grinned holding your hand out to her to help her stand. As she stood, she tested out the injured knee
before wiping away the blood left on her lip.
“If we went easy on each other how would that be real
training, dearest Sif.” She gave her
half smile as she limped forward. Sheathing
your swords at your hips, you encircled your arm in hers. “Come now I will help you to the healers if
you wish. But I think ale would make you
feel far better.”
“You believe ale heals all things, [Y/N].” She raised a brow at you, though she allowed
you to help her towards the hall. You
laughed lowering your head.
“It does! Tell me
then, what do you wish? The healers or
the hall for ale?” Stopping, you turned
to stand in front of her, prepared to do whatever she wanted. Sif looked over your face for a moment before
“Take me to the damn hall.
I do not wish to explain more injuries today. You are lucky you are as a sister to me,
[Y/N].” Knowing her answer before she
said it you grinned resuming your place at her side and walking towards the
“Admit it; you would be lost without me, Sif. I make your life tolerable.” The woman merely rolled her eyes as you
entered the main dining hall. Your
friends, the Warriors 3, already seated with many mugs of ale all around them. Volstagg had one of the prettier drink
maidens on his lap, telling a tale of your last adventure outside of
Asgard. They group all laughed, most
likely at something that were completely untrue. However, with Volstagg his embellishments
made for quite the story. He looked up
to see you and Sif walking towards them.
“Ladies, come come.
We have drink and an audience. It
is time to spread the word of our latest journeys.” He held up two mugs to the both of you before
Sif took a seat next to Hogun. You sat cross-legged
on the table, downing half the mug before stopping.
“Allfather that tastes wonderful.” The group laughed as you got
comfortable. The man continued his
tale. Everyone gathered knew he added to
the stories for his own benefit and lessened the role of anyone else who was
there. Several times you spoke up about
saving his life a time or two, honestly it was four but who was counting. There was also the time he had been sent face
first into the mud by a well-placed punch to the face. The celebrating went long into the
night. Sif was the first to head to her
chambers to sleep, Fandral not long after.
By the time it was just you and Volstagg, he was rather drunk, leaning
against his hand. All of his admirers
had left him for the evening. You were
lying on the table staring up at the ceiling, watching the light and shadows
from the torches dance.
“Tell me Lady, why are you so quiet tonight? You only interrupted half of my stories. That is not like you.” The drink was swirling in your head now,
perhaps that was why all the old thoughts and feelings were coming back to eat
away at you. You huffed at his question.
“So many things my friend.
Right now, it is not important.
Have you seen Thor this eve? He
rarely misses the merriment.” The table
you laid upon nearly cracked with the force of Volstagg’s head crashing down on
it. The man had fallen asleep sitting up
and so there he fell against the table.
You sat up in a flash ensuring he was all right. That hard skull of his had cracked the wooden
table but he looked unharmed. Somehow,
he was still asleep as well. He must
have drank a whole barrel on his own, the idiot. As you sat up, your head swam slightly. It was going to make your ride back to your
home a long one.
Your horse knew the way back without any encouragement from
you. He was large enough that most would
stand out of his way as he walked through the streets of the city. It gave you the time to dwell on the thoughts
that you should not be thinking. Perhaps
it was time you did something about it.
What would it accomplish though?
Would speaking your mind earn the respect you wanted or would you end up
imprisoned? Shaking your head of the
morose feelings, you dismounted your horse and set him up for the night in his
stall. As you started to peel the
leathers from your worn body, a soft knock sounded at your door. Who could be here at this time of night?
As you opened the door, a mess of blond hair greeted you
first. The head lifted to a face that
was lined with heavy thought. “I
wondered what happened to you this eve.
Are you all right?”
“May I come in? We
need to speak.” You nodded giving him
enough room to enter. His large body
dwarfing everything else in the room.
Eyeing him warily, you sat at the table, he joining you a moment later.
“Thor, what is it? I
hardly see you like this.” Thor clasped
his hands in front of him, unsure of how to begin.
“First I need to ask something of you.” Canting your head to look at him, growing
“You are my prince I have to do anything you ask.” He frowned at you, shaking his head.
“[Y/N], I am serious.
I am not asking as the prince of Asgard.
I am asking as your friend, please.”
You sat back in the chair, a feeling of dread overtaking you.
“I would do anything you asked, you know that. You have supported me more than anyone else
in my life ever has. What do you need of
me?” Thor took a long breath, exhaling
“I have to leave to Midgard, tonight. Tell no one I have left or where I have
gone. Not until my father asks you. Promise me.”
There was a look of desperation in his eyes.
“As much as I dislike speaking with your father, you know I
will do it. Nevertheless, why now? Why do you have to go to Midgard? Is it that woman you love?” He covered his face in his hands a moment
before rubbing his eyes. As he sat up
straight in the chair, he looked at you in a way you had never seen.
“I have to go because of Loki. He is alive and on Midgard. He has obtained the Tesseract and plans on
taking over that realm. I have to
protect Midgard and all the realms from what he plans to do.” You jumped up from the table with a cry.
“No! He cannot be
alive. We saw him… we saw him fall,
Thor. He cannot be… By the Gods how can he?” Crumpling to the floor with a scream, the air
felt like it had been pulled from your lungs. He got up from the table kneeling
next to you, to wrap an arm around your shoulder in comfort. Everyone had thought Loki had been lost years
before. You, along with, Thor and Frigga
had mourned over his death. Even with
the cruel words he said to you before his descent into madness, you mourned the
man you knew. Being born to the Captain
of the Defenders of Asgard and his wife, you grew with Thor and Loki in the
palace. They had been your closest of
friends all of your days. From the time
you were born until… the incident, you had been promised in marriage to Thor. You two were to rule and protect, Asgard when
Odin passed down his crown. Growing with
them, learning, fighting, everything you did together.
Just before he was thought dead, he had become cruel and
consumed with the quest for power. He
turned from treating you as an ally and friend to treating you as though you were
little more than the dirt that soiled his boots. Even when it was thought that Thor would
never return to Asgard. It hurt more
than you could say. Though Thor knew, he
saw the pain at losing your friend.
“[Y/N], he is alive. I have to go
he is my brother. Promise me you will
not say a word to anyone.” As the
initial shock wore off, you looked up to him.
“I will not breathe a word.
Promise me you will return. I
cannot bear to lose another friend.” He
smiled pushing your hair out of your face.
“If I have not returned in a week’s time come to Midgard to
find me. If I cannot prevent him from
setting about his plan, you may be the only one with the powers to do so.” You nodded as he helped you from the floor.
“At least there are things about me he knows nothing
of. A way to trick the Trickster.” Thor laughed as you gave him a half-hearted
smile. “Be safe my friend.”
“Remember seven days, [Y/N].” He left without waiting for your
response. Not that you had one. Your duty to your friend took precedence over
everything else. By the Gods, you prayed
that he would return before you were called before Odin.
The Gods did not heed your prayers. You had been avoiding the palace as much as
possible. As much as you wished to train
with Sif and the Warriors, you did not want to give anyone in the palace reason
to bring Odin’s gaze upon you. Three
days after Thor’s departure, you had been out in the fields training
alone. You could feel someone coming
towards you, even though your back was turned.
It was inevitable that someone from the palace was going to find
you. There had just been the hope that
it would have been longer. Turning
around to see, Emin, one of the palace defenders coming towards you. “My Lady, please forgive the intrusion. But the Allfather requests your presence.” You laughed as you stabbed both blades into
“Requests? Do you not
mean demands, Emin?” Wiping the sweat
from your face, you smiled at the fear in the man’s eyes.
“My Lady… please..”
“All right, I will see to his ‘request’. You shall live another day in fear of the
Allfather.” The ride back to the palace
was silent. The man next to you feared
not only the king but also you. He knew
that which you were capable. The stable
boy bowed in great respect as he took your horse to an awaiting stall. Emin still followed behind as you walked
through the great halls towards the throne room. As you approached the doors leading towards the
throne, Queen Frigga stood awaiting your arrival. Worry covered her beautiful features, as she
walked up to hug you tightly.
“My girl please tell me you are all right. Tell me Thor is with you. Odin is furious now.” You shook your head as you returned the
“My Queen, I am well but Thor is not with me. I… if you wish to hear where he is, come with,
as I explain it all to the Allfather.” She
looked you over closely searching your eyes for something you were unaware. Both of her hands cupping your face as she
had when you were a child and needed comfort.
“I should be worried now, should I not, my dear?”
“My Queen…” Frigga
sighed releasing your face.
“Let us face the king then.
Come now, [Y/N].” She turned,
looking between the two guards posted at the doors of the throne room. They opened the door with a bow towards the
Queen, allowing you both passage. Your
heart beat out a rhythm in your chest that felt unnatural. It was not out of fear but something
bordering on anxiety. Frigga ascended
the stairs to the throne leaving you at the bottom looking up to the furious
“Tell me, Lady [Y/N] why have you just now come at my
request? I sent out word hours
ago.” Anger flared up inside you. Your fist clenched at your side. Over the past years and his blatant dislike
for you, your temper got the better of your mouth.
“Since, you yourself stated that I am not longer worthy of
residing in the palace, your man had to search me out in the city. Since I am so far from the palace now it
takes me a great deal more time to arrive, my King.” You added a deep bow to the end of your
statement for dramatic affect. Frigga’s
eyes flashed a warning down to you. She
wished to keep you safe, but she would be unable to if you said anything too
harsh to the king. Odin said nothing for
the moment. He merely glared at you as
he sized up your intentions.
“[Y/N], do you know where my son is? Where he has disappeared to, that no one can
find him. He left no word. Is he with you, girl?” There was a rotten taste in your mouth,
hearing him say ‘girl’ as it were an insult.
If he wished to know where his son was, so be it, you would tell him.
“Your son, my Lord, is not with me, a mere ‘girl’. He is on Midgard saving the realm from
Loki. He did not leave word as he knew
you would have forbidden it.” Frigga’s
eyes went wide and Odin slammed his scepter on the floor bellowing out.
“Loki is dead. Do not
lie to me, girl. Where is my son?” You lifted your chin in defiance.
“I have never lied to you, my King. You forget I was the one that stood against my
own family for you. I lost everything in
my life, because I stood by you, my king.
Do you forget everything you took from me as a result? Yet here I stand, training every day
protecting Asgard and all the realms.
You call me a liar? You are no
true king. For a true king would
recognize what his subject sacrifices for him.”
There were gasps hear from all over the throne room. No one had ever spoken to the king in such a
manner and was not punished severely.
Frigga stood there beside the throne crying as she covered her
mouth. News that her son was alive was
overwhelming. Odin sat there quietly
once more. True that no one has spoken
to him in such a way in a long time, but the words resonated within him.
“Thor is truly on Midgard… fighting to save the realm from
Loki?” He asked quietly. You feared what else would come out of your
mouth, so you merely nodded. “Tell me
what he said, [Y/N].” With a long held breath,
you explained the conversation with Thor, down to the last word. Thor would never hold against you, telling
the Allfather what you spoke of. When
you were finished, Odin sat there in his own thoughts rubbing his chin. The Queen walked down towards you, kissed
your forehead before excusing herself.
She needed time to collect her thoughts and emotions. You stood in that spot as the king continued
his silence. Not daring to leave until
you were dismissed. Several more minutes
passed before he finally looked up.
“Thor is right, that if he fails, your powers may be the only ones that
can stop Loki. If he does not return as
he stated… you will go. Prepare as you
must and be ready if the time comes.” He
waved you off as he went back into his own mind. Worry clouding his features just as it had
As you walked out of the throne room, your only thoughts
were, ‘Thor, please return home safe.’
Imagine being wounded on the battlefield and taken into Prince Loki’s arms, who thinks you’re unconscious and implores you not to die and confesses love for you, and then you reveal you were actually conscious the whole time.
The travel back to Asgard felt different from before. Perhaps it had something to do with your abilities
but it meant little once your feet planted firm on the ground beneath you. You lifted your hand from the Tesseract
before looking between the two men standing before you. Thor looked relieved to have returned. Loki was more difficult to read. His eyes were hiding what was going on in his
mind. You did not want to know what was
swirling there, what thoughts would be in the forefront.
“I have completed my vow to you, my friend. Now I will take my leave. My bed is singing a siren’s song to me.” Thor grabbed your arm as you turned away,
stopping you from stepping further.
“[Y/N]… I have one more thing to ask you.” Searching his eyes you knew exactly what he
wanted and it infuriated you.
“No! I will not do
it. How dare you ask that of me! I already risked my life following to Midgard
and now you want that of me? No.” Loki’s eyes widened in surprise at your
response. He had never seen your temper
flair like that. Thor looked abashed for
asking but he felt it was necessary. “I
will not escort you to the throne room.
You can meet with your father and mother. My duty is fulfilled.”
Storming off towards the stables, your boots echoed in the
hall. Both men watching your form as you stormed away. There was a tingling
sensation forming in your hand. It was
necessary to take slow breaths to calm your anger or else you might lose
control of your powers. Your horse was
happy to see you. As you saddled him you
fed him a few of the apples that were left outside of his stall. The ride home proved quiet and far more
relaxing than you had anticipated. The
night sky of Asgard was your companion as you sang quietly, an old song your
mother sung when you were a child. Which
at this moment you found odd, since it had been years since you allowed
yourself any good memories of the woman.
Once home you removed your armor and bathed long, letting
your muscles relax in the warmth of the water. The pattering on the roof made you aware of
the rain that had started to fall.
Perhaps it would cleanse not only Asgard but also you of the foul mood. It had been so long and now Loki returned and
all the old memories came rushing back.
As the water cooled, you washed and dressed for bed. Your journey had made you weary not only
physically but left you emotionally raw as well. In the morning if you felt better you would almost
certainly apologize to Thor. Not that
you would do what he wanted, but you would apologize for screaming at him. Even though he deserved it.
When you woke, your body was stiff and it left you in no
mood to train. Instead of your armor and
your leathers, you chose a gown to wear.
The color mirrored that of the sea and sat off your shoulder. The flowing skirts following behind you. Brushing out your long [H/C] hair until it
fell low on your back, like a straight curtain. It had been ages since you felt calm like
this. It was time that you had a talk
with the Gods again. Whether they
answered or not they would hear your prayers.
As you prepared to ride back to your field, a firm knock sounded on the
door. Once more Emin had been sent to
retrieve you. Though he bowed in great
respect before he spoke. You could see a
ripple of appreciation at your appearance as he stood.
“My Lady… The King and Queen wish to see you.” Crossing your arms over your chest in
annoyance, you raised a brow at him.
“I have done my duty and brought the princes home. What possibly could they want with me now?” Emin sighed loudly. He knew from the beginning you would be
“Lady [Y/N], I do not ask questions of the king and queen. I am merely the messenger. Please do not make me beg, here in the
streets. Fore you know I will if
necessary. I dare not return without
you. I like my head where it is placed.” Frowning at him, you went inside to put on your
cloak. Though he was not aware of
that. The man was staring at the ground
in despair, thinking how he would word his begging when you returned.
“We need to teach you courage, Emin. There has to be some in there somewhere, as
you earned your place in the Defenders.”
The look on his face was just short of joy as you placed your cloak
around your shoulders, pulling the hood up after you tied it. As you rode toward the palace, he asked you
endless questions about Midgard. How it
looked, the people, what the sky looked like.
He sounded as a child with his enthusiasm. Truth be told it lightened your mood. You answered as honestly as you could,
telling him of the things you witnessed.
Once you made it to the halls, you parted ways. Emin had no desire to be close to the throne
room for whatever discussion was coming.
Thor met you outside of the throne room. He had the same look on his face as he had
when you left him the night before. “Tell
me you didn’t….”
“[Y/N], he is my brother…”
Your temper raged again as your voice grew louder.
“The brother who betrayed you! I am your friend; I have done everything you
have ever asked of me. You know this…
this is too much.” He stepped forward in
an attempt to calm you but you step away from him. Pain etching across his face as it was the
first time you had ever done so. The
doors opened to the throne room, with the queen walking towards you.
“Your voices are carrying. Odin knows you are here, my girl. Come.”
She did not try to touch you, as she knew what was going to be asked of
you and how difficult it would be. There
was no comforting you at this time. You
could feel Thor’s gaze upon your back as you walked in front of him. In the silence your anger grew, a balled fist
at your side as you tried to keep your powers at bay. The king watched you closely as you drew
near. Choosing not to speak, you simply
bowed before him waiting to hear him to begin.
“I have been told you fared well in Midgard, [Y/N]. You are uninjured, yes?” His tone was light and easy. Not the usual low and dark tone he reserved
“I am well, my Lord.”
You were going to keep your replies short. If he wished to ask you then so be it. Nevertheless, you were no going to give the
offering of it first.
“Do you know why you are here, child?” Biting you lip against an angry retort you
“Yes, my Lord.” Odin’s
jaw tensed as he waited for what he thought would be a fiery outburst. When one did not appear, he proceeded.
“Thor believes that Loki shows remorse. That there is redeemable qualities in
him. What is your mind of this?” The king was asking you? No, he wanted you to offer.
“I spent as little time as possible with him my Lord. I do not know if he has shown remorse for
what he has done.” Both the king and queen were becoming frustrated.
“I asked you here, the queen and I have asked you here, to
determine whether Thor is right in his thoughts that there is something
redeemable in Loki.” There it was he
finally said it. As hard as you tried,
you could not keep the tears from your eyes.
“You are my king. I
am your servant and will do as you order of me.” Clasping your hands together in front of you,
you held on for dear life. Frigga attempted
to step towards you but Odin stopped her.
“[Y/N]… I am not asking as your king. Know I am asking this, not ordering. I am asking as a father and the queen as a
mother. Can our son be redeemed?” Something broke inside of you, as the tears
slipped down your cheeks. Frigga wanted
so badly to comfort you, but she needed to stay strong in her reasons. She wanted her son returned to her, even if
it hurt you.
“I will do as you ask, my Lord. However, if he refuses I will not force
him. I would never force it on anyone. Then I wish to be left alone for some
time. May I have that? Peace to clear what will come of this?” Odin nodded, motioning for Thor to come
closer. You had all but forgotten he was
“You may have what you wish.
Thor will bring you down to the cells, though it is more for Loki’s
protection than yours. I saw the mark
you caused.” The look he gave you was
one of approval. You bowed before
walking towards the door. Thor’s long
strides keeping pace with your as you tried to retreat as quickly as possible,
your skirts swishing with the movement.
Once you were out of earshot, Thor grabbed your arm, gently
this time. “I am sorry. I had to do something to save him. I know there is something inside him…” You ripped his hand from your arm as you
turned to face him.
“You knew how much this would hurt me. Everything to save Loki. Your parents know what this does to me, but
my pain matters little against saving Loki.
I will do this because my king asked it of me. Do not think for a moment that I want to do
this. Once it is done, you will let me in
peace. I do not want to see your face or
hear your voice. You will leave me be.” Stomping off, Thor kept his distance behind
you. It was now starting to settle in
his heart how much this would hurt you, and it caused a dark hole in his heart.
The cells beneath the palace were set up all alike with the
exception of Loki’s. While the rest were
empty save the prisoners, Loki had been given many furnishings and books for
comfort. It must be good to be the son
of the king while imprisoned. He stood
watching you as you moved closer towards the cell. “Now what do I owe the pleasure of this
visit, [Y/N]? I am still healing from
our last meeting, so forgive me for my curiosity.”
Thor took his place behind you, narrowing his gaze at his
brother. “She is here to help you. If you allow it.”
“Help me? How could
she help poor Loki? Hmm? Brother there is nothing in all the realms to
help me.” You stood there watching his
movements and his face as he spoke. It
was all different from the last time you met.
The confidence was gone, though anger of sorts had replaced it. Looking over your shoulder at Thor you spoke
“He refuses. I do not
need to stay.” One of his large hands
set on your shoulder, holding you in place.
“Give it a moment. He
knows nothing of what you can do.” Loki
laughed though there was nothing amusing in it.
“Have you not seen my face? I know what she can do.” You glared at Loki, letting the fire
build. The energy appearing quickly over
your hand. Pressing it up against the
field of the cell your energy met with it, sizzling then a loud pop as the
field fell. Nothing now stood between
you. He stepped back unsure of what to
make of you. You were not the woman he
remembered. “Perhaps, I do not know…”
“Brother, let her try.
She can see inside of you, your mind.
[Y/N] will be able to see how there is something good left in you. I know there is, just let have the chance.” Loki was of course skeptical. As a child, you had the ability to see
things, the past, sometimes the future.
But nothing as this.
“She does not want to be here. Angry to be in my presence. Why would she do this for me? How can I trust her?” Him trust you…? It took everything inside of
you not to hit him again. You held
“I have nothing left but my word and my honor, Loki. Everything else is gone. I gave my word to Odin and I will stand by
it. So either allow or refuse but I will
not stay here all night.” The silence in
that cell was near deafening, except for the pounding of your heart. You were praying that he would refuse but you
“I will allow it, if you answer one thing I ask.” Canting your head as you stared up at him.
“What is it?”
“Why were you two never married? The wedding was not far off when… when I left.
Why are you not bound together and you heavy with the next heir of
Asgard? The woman that stands before me
is not the woman I knew.” Pain shot
through your heart at the memories.
Memories that were of happier times.
Now they were no longer.
“Odin said I was no longer worthy of a marriage to his
son. The ceremony called off a short
time after you disappeared. If you wish
for me to do this then we will proceed.
I cannot continue to prolong my agony here.” You motioned to Loki to sit in one of the
closer chairs, though you could see he had many more questions. All of which you chose to ignore. “Look into my eyes I need to focus.” As he sat, you moved close. Close enough causing him to swallow
hard. Resting your hands on either side
of his neck, with your fingers wrapped around the back and your thumbs against
his jaw. His skin started to warm
against your touch, as you looked straight into his eyes.
Sending your energy lightly through your palms searching for
something that would tell you Loki felt remorse. There was so much there buried deep that it took
more of your energy to pry open the walls.
Once open it washed over you like a dark waters threatening to drown
you. Pain and blood.. Torture and lies… His
Jotun form breaking through with screams that would haunt your dreams. Tears poured down your cheeks as the scenes continued. Loki’s screams as they broke him repeatedly
until he could no longer take it. He had
devised a plan… Midgard. It was too much;
you fell to your knees sobbing. It felt as though someone tried to rip out your
heart with their bare hands. Thor was at your side in a moment holding you.
“[Y/N], what is it?
Talk to me. What did you see?”
You looked up at Loki, seeing the pain in his eyes but knowing the truth
now. The screams were still echoing in
“I need to see the Allfather.” You refused to say anything more. In truth, you could not even if you tried. Your entire body shook at Thor helped you to
stand. He held tight as you stepped out
of the cell walking towards the upper chambers and the throne room. Loki stood back watching you leave. He knew what you saw, had he known it would
happen as that he would have refused. No
one else, especially you, needed to see or feel those things. It took everything he had to keep it within
him every moment.
Thor did not try to speak again as you walked. Looking straight ahead, he try to keep you
from falling to the ground. He just had
to make it to the throne room. Once
there both Odin and Frigga look anxious for your report. Both were alarmed at your appearance as they
watched Thor help you walk.
My dear [Y/N], are you well?” Frigga ran to you fussing as her hands cupped
your face, seeing the pain written over it.
There was no energy left to lie.
“No my Lady, I am not well.
But that is the price I pay for this.”
She stepped back looking in despair at her husband.
“Tell us of what you found and as I promised you will have
your peace.” Odin stood from his throne
walking down to where you stood with his son.
“Tell me of Loki’s mind. What did
you see?” Summoning everything left
within you, you pushed Thor’s hands away straightening your skirts and
cloak. Trying to regain even a piece of
who you were in front of them.
“What I saw is his tale to tell. If he ever chooses to share it, is his
choice. I will say that he was forced to
do much of the ill deeds. The last
choice to save himself and save the realms was to go to Midgard. He knew there, the Chitauri would be defeated
by the defenders of Midgard and by Thor.
Only they would have been able to stop them and retrieve the
Tesseract. He regrets what he has done
but he knows he is unforgiveable.” Frigga let out a gasp covering her face,
crying silently into her hands. Odin
looked troubled but attempted to comfort his wife before turning back to you.
“Thank you, child.
You were selfless and sacrificed once more for your king. For that, I am forever grateful. Go, I grant your peace. No one will seek you out, until you are ready
to return. And [Y/N] Theinndottir, I
will welcome your return.” They were
words you never believed you would hear.
Now was not the time, you needed air.
Away from that place, you ran.
You ran until you got to the stables, and then ran your horse until
neither one of you could go further. The
edge of the river was where you stopped, almost falling out of the saddle to
the ground. Once on your feet you sank
to your knees in the grass. Your screams
rang loud in the valley as you raged at the Gods. Perhaps this time they would actually listen.
It was difficult to measure how much time had passed since
you had been in this confinement. There
we no windows or natural light in this room… cell… whatever it may be. Meals were brought infrequently so that was
of no assistance. The collar around your
neck had rendered your abilities of no use.
Your body was growing weak with thirst and hunger. By now, you knew your friends would be
searching for you but the way time was drawing on it felt as though you were
slipping from their grasp. How would
they find you with no information on who had taken you? The uniforms were unfamiliar and none had
spoken to you since you awoke here.
You had searched the entire room for any sign of weakness
but the stone of the floors and walls were solid. The door to the cell was rudimentary with
metal bars that were unbendable. Trying
for hours that first day had proven that.
Just as you found out that when you touched the collars to remove it
would send a painful jolt throughout your body.
After trying for an hour and passing out from the pain you decided it
wise not to continue further.
The only thing you were able to do now was stare at the
ceiling in between naps on the cold floor.
You did not bother moving now when one of them would bring your food
plate. It had been ten meals since you
stop trying to get information from whomever brought it that time. They seemed to be on rotations as it was
never the same person who brought them twice in a row. Every fourth meal the rotation would start
again in the same order. Therefore,
there was some organization to it all.
You could hear the boot steps coming again. Heavy on the stone, so that it echoed for
nearly one minute before approaching the door.
Not moving from your position on the ground, you continued
your silence and stare. “Get up.”
The sound of a voice was almost startling. You had not expected it. Neither were you expecting the different face
of the man who stood in the doorway of the cell. He had not been here before that you could
recall that but the voice was one you heard the night you were taken. The man commanded the others to hold you
while he placed the collar. “I said up
now! If wish another shock from that
thing, keep lying there.”
Wanting to avoid that pain again, you stood slowly, having
to use the wall to brace yourself. He
laughed low, as though he was enjoying your suffering. Once you stood fully you found how stiff and
sore your body truly was. Not using
parts and muscles that were normally so active was wearing on your system, as
was the lack of proper sustenance. “Walk
to the door. You get to meet your new Lord tonight.”
That did not sound like an offer you wanted to take, but at
this moment you needed out of the cell to see what you could make of this
place. You did not fight or speak a
word. There would be no begging from
your lips this day or any other. His
hand gripped your upper arm forcefully, enough that would show bruising in time,
dragging you down the many corridors.
There were so many doors to other cells.
Most were empty save for a few men that you could see.
Ascending stairs brought you and your captor out of the
prisons, which must have been well below ground for the temperature, was much
warmer here at the surface. The light of
the sun hurt your eyes forcing them shut as he continued pulling you towards
the destination. Several minutes passed
before you were able to see clearly once more.
During that time, it was impossible to tell how many turns and doors you
had gone through. The man never slowed
his pace, or faltered in his duty to present you to this “Lord”.
From what you could see, this structure was well built but
much smaller than the palace of Asgard.
The hallways more narrow, less opulence, set up for easy fortification. That would make it difficult for an attack,
or a rescue…
He stopped abruptly in front of set of doors guarded by two
large men with glaives. They bowed their
heads to the man, opening the doors to a small feasting hall. There were a few men scattered about eating
and drinking with serving girls scurrying to bring what was required. Towards the back of the hall, there was a
dark wooden throne on a dais. Sat upon
that throne was a rather large man with dark hair, he gazed over those before
him with a drink in hand. With the
opening of the doors, he looked in your direction. You
could see the sneer from where you stood.
He beckoned the pair of you closer.
Of course the man with the grip of death on your arm complied dragged
you with him towards the throne.
The stale air of the hall reeked of sour ale and sweat. This place was not the palace of Asgard. “Finally our lovely visitor is ready to meet
her new master.”
“I am no visitor nor are you my master of any sorts. I am [Y/N] of Asgard. As I will always be.” The grip on your arm tightened but the man on
the throne laughed.
“The fire that burns within her eyes, it is quite
captivating. I know who you are. Your name is known throughout many realms. It was better luck of ours that you appeared,
giving yourself to save a girl. So
valiant… but that is to be expected of a warrior of your skill.” The dull brown of his eyes looked as mud and
the pink of the deep scar across his cheek was still healing. He was a warrior or portrayed himself as one.
As much as you wanted to speak and spew the most vile
things, the better part of your mind took over to encourage you to keep your
silence. The man studied you further,
causing a sensation of something unclean to wash over you. “You are worth far more than these dirty
maids. By far the finest of any we have
acquired. Come sit with your Lord, so
that you learn who you will serve.”
You were thrown forward landing at his feet. The skin of your palms scraping on the
stone. Turning your head to look at the
one who had held you, the contempt could not be hidden. Before your mind had
thought anything through your body reacted with your leg flying up and kicking
the man in the gut sending him crashing back onto the closest table, disturbing
all who sat there. The “Lord” laughed
loudly clapping his hands at the entertainment before him. The other jumped up coming at you in a rage
but was stopped by a booming voice. “Stop! You will not touch her again unless I command
it. Do you understand me?”
He had to breathe deeply to keep himself from taking another
step towards you. There was a promise of
revenge deep in his dark eyes. “Yes my
Lord.” The stomping of his boots echoed
in the halls as he returned to the prison below.
“That was quite entertaining my beautiful, [Y/N]. I am pleased they brought you to me alive. You will make the days here far more interesting.” Moving so you could sit, you twisted to look
away from him and give a better view of the room. Perhaps there would be a way to escape this dreadful
place if you could find a weakness. “You
look as though you could use water and a bit of food.”
Hearing the word water nearly made your mind forget
everything else. It had been well over a
day without a drop and now your body was not going to let you think of anything
else until your thirst and dehydration were alleviated. He motioned for one of the maids to come
close with a half a loaf of brown bread and a mug of some liquid you could not
see. You wanted with all of your
lifeblood to take it and devour all that you were presented with. However, the cautious warrior part of your
brain knew better. Poison or tainted
with a tonic were the first of the ideas that came to mind. “Always on alert Lady [Y/N]? Astute of you, but there is nothing of harm
in the food or drink.”
He took a swig of the drink and a large bite of the bread
before the girl sat the tray before you. Without a word, you had the stein in hand
drinking long. It was cold, clean water
and it tasted better than any ale you had ever had. However, it was more than likely the
dehydration speaking. The water was
finished quickly before you moved onto the bread. It was harder than you were used to in the
palace, but it would do. As you ate he
started to talk to you as though you would be one of the maids here hanging on
all of his words.
He called himself Lord Tholf and had ruled over this part of
the realm for nearly ten years now after defeating a warlord who had terrorized
the area for many years. There had been
no warlords on Asgard since Odin had become king. None for any length of time at least. By the Gods… You were no longer on
Asgard. They had taken you to one of the
other realms. Now you had to mind the
words he spoke so that you could discover where you were and determine if there
was a way to escape.
The man prattled on for nearly an hour while you pretended
not to listen. You had had your fill of
water and bread and were actually starting to feel far better than you had
since you had woken up in this place. The men in the hall had slowly dispersed over
the time you had been there and the sun started to set. Lord Tholf stood from his throne grabbing
your already bruised arm to pull you with him. “You will come with me to my chambers tonight. You will wash off the filth and you will
rest. Tomorrow begins with new plans and
you my lovely will be a part of them.”
Many thoughts flashed through your mind as he pulled you
down the corridors. Guards and men
passed all stopping to bow before Tholf.
Their armor had familiar markings on it but it was difficult to remember
from where. It was not recent; perhaps
it was learnings as a child. Several
more minutes passed with fewer guards seen.
You must be closer to his chambers, where he would want his
privacy. Just as you passed into a set
of great doors, you look beside you out of one of the clear-glassed windows and
saw the ruins of a tower within a castle. That structure, the architecture, was
developed and used in only one of the realms.
You had been brought to Vanaheim.
On Asgard, in the eight days since you had been taken, the
whole palace was on alert. The king had
been meeting and planning with Thor and Loki to find you. Loki had barely slept during that time and it
was going to cause him to go completely mad if you were not found soon. Heimdall could not see you anywhere and he had
been trying every moment since you disappeared from his sight. This led everyone to the conclusion wherever
you were; the location was concealed with a great deal of magic. It was going to take much time and energy to
find where you were being held if they did not receive any assistance soon.
Loki had been gone several hours before Thor caught up to
him in the field that was often your refuge.
He stood upon the hill watching the moonlight shine over the nearby
river. “Does she still come here to ease
Thor stood a pace behind him; Loki had not turned to look at
him. “Yes, she does. More often in the last years when she needed
to hide from Father.”
“I told her here when we were children, that I would protect
her all my days. No harm would ever come
to her, even after she would become Queen of Asgard. I would always keep her safe. I broke that oath more times now that I wish
to count. Causing much of her pain
myself, for nothing true. Now when I
need to beg her forgiveness she has been taken.
I would give my life a million times over if she were here safely. I will not survive it if she…”
Thor rested a hand on his shoulder stopping him from
finishing his statement. “We will find
her and bring her home. You will have
your time to ask her forgiveness and to confess your heart. I swear to the Allfather, it will be done.”
Lord Tholf pushed you towards a separate room off his main
chambers. “Go in there and wash
thoroughly. There should be garments to
change into as well.” You took the
moment to peer around the room. The room
was large and oddly shaped, with a heavy posted bed against the back wall. Tapestries were scattered over the walls. A great table covered with maps and scrolls
with two chairs around it sat in the sunken flooring over in one corner. There were pillowed areas in another two
corners of the room as though he would have guests to lay with there. You did not want to think about what he
planned to do with you here. “I said go
wash, or I will strip you myself and wash slowly every bit of your skin until
you are clean enough for my tastes.” The
statement was made in a low growl and you had no doubt he would follow through
with the threat.
There was a large bathing vessel full of steaming
water. Stripping the dirty and now
tattered leather from your body was painful.
Many still healing bruises protested as everything was removed. The water felt heavenly as you stepped
in. Normally you would lay there until every
one of your muscles relaxed but you had no desire for him to follow here if you
were too long. There was a pot of what
smelled of jasmine, set on the side of the vessel. You found it was soap and used a large amount
to scour every part of you. It had been
so long since you had last been clean and you were unsure of when it would be
Once clean you dried and found the garment, he spoke
of. Though it was mere fabric rather
than a garment. It was a light blue
color and nearly see through. It was
sleeveless and you assumed was supposed to be a sleeping frock as it went to
your knees. But unlike a typical garment
that covered this teased the darker color of your nipples and the hairless mons
between your legs. “I will drag you out
here if necessary.”
The voice called from the room. Your hands curled into fists at your
side. There would be a fight if he laid
a hand on you. He was in his bed leaning
against the headboard as you walked slowly into the room. When he saw you, he stood from the bed
completely bare with his heavy cock hanging against his thighs. You turned your head as you snapped your eyes
closed to block out the image. “Oh you
will want to see me soon enough.” He had
come close enough that you could feel his heat radiating off his body. “You will break one day soon and I will have
you screaming my name as I take you over and over. When I know you are well along with my child,
I may make you the Lady of this castle and of my people. You will give me many strong sons, for there
has been no other warrior female as you, I have found.” He had backed you against one of the walls, pressing
tight against you.
You had never felt more revolted than you had right
then. Still refusing you look at or
acknowledge him, you tried to slide out of his grasp. He stopped you by
grabbing your jaw with one hand and your breast with the other. “In time you will want me to take you. Accept it now, things will be far smoother
Shaking your head, you pulled against his hold, this time
looking at him. “I do not want your vile
hands on me. That will never change.” Tholf laughed as he backed up, you could not
miss that his cock now stood hard against his belly.
“We will see. You
will not be leaving this room tonight.
Share my bed with me? No? Then find a place to lay your head.” He moved back towards his bed as you found a
semi soft place in the pillows in one of the corners. As much as you wanted to completely block him
out and turn your back on him you knew it unwise. Instead, you curled up facing him shutting
your eyes. They
stayed that way even when one of the servant maids had come to share his bed
for the night. Her screams of passion kept
you up well past the mid of night. Finally,
in the quiet you were able to sleep some.
Though your dreams disturbed you almost as much as your waking time now.
Many days followed similar to that day. You slept in his chambers and daily he would
tell you how you would be his Lady soon enough, enjoying his touch. Your refusals at first made him laugh and he
would continue with his ideas of eventually you would comply willingly. Tholf started to give you more freedoms within
the castle in an effort for you to trust him.
Given the freedom now to roam the halls under the watchful eyes of the
guards. The collar
remained about your neck, the ever-present bit that impeded your ability to
escape. It was then a plan started to
form. Allow him to believe you were
slowly warming to the idea of belonging to him.
Nothing overt at first that would arouse suspicion but little measures
that would show them you were slowly breaking.
It started with doing as you were told without having to be
threatened. You stood when commanded and
answered when asked. It made you want to
thrust your sword through his throat to do so but it was the best chance at it
all working. Lord Tholf and his advisors
noticed your attempt at civility with those you met. While they were all wary, it was seen in a
By the month mark, or what you thought was a month, your
acting skills were much improved. You
were able to feign a smile to most and were now treated by many as though you
were supposed to be there. During the
month, Tholf tried daily to coax you into his bed willingly, and every day you
declined politely. After weeks of refusals,
he finally demanded to know why. You had
been given everything to make you happy but still you refused.
“I am still a prisoner here.
Not even equal to the maids that serve you.” He looked confused and stepped close as his
“You eat the finest of foods, drink the best wines. The clothes you wear are far better than any
other woman in this realm. You are
treated as a queen… Tell me how you are still a prisoner.” Lifting your chin, you motioned to the collar
that was still apart of you.
“No other here wears a collar. Not even those within the prison beneath out
feet.” Taking a step back, he looked
almost surprised. He had forgotten the
collar, becoming so accustomed to seeing it on you, there was no thought of
what it was really for. “Would you have
your Lady wear a collar for the rest of her days? The woman you want to bear your sons…”
Tholf walked out of the room without a word, though he did
not slammed the door as he often did when angered. A small, true smile appeared on your
lips. Another victory won in your battle
for freedom and eventually your escape. He did not return to his chambers at the usual
time. It gave you the chance to lay in
the dark in peace. Your thoughts
wandered to Asgard. Were your friends
still searching for you, or had they given up hope and deemed you another lost
soul? Even though it had felt like an
eternity, you know Thor would never stop searching for you until there was
proof you were alive or dead. He was
determined like his mother.
Frigga must be mad with worry now. She had always treated you as though you were
her blood child. More so after your own
mother had disowned you, leaving you to fend against powers you never knew of. You prayed to the Gods that one day soon you
would sleep in your own bed after drinking every bit of Asgardian ale you could
find. Falling asleep not long after you
dreamt of better days long past.
Waking in the morning, you realized Tholf had never returned
to his chambers. That did not sit well
within your gut. For all you knew now,
your plan had caused the opposite effect of what you wished. Dressing quickly, you made your way down to the
feasting hall, he was not there either. You ate in silence as you watched everyone
else move about the day. Not all here
were foul beings. Many knew no better
than the lives they had grown into. It
was common and accepted to raid and pillage, taking spoils back to their homes.
Grand Warden Ogarl, the man who had taken you from Asgard,
stomped through the doors of the feasting hall, making a quick line towards
where you sat. “Lord Tholf wants you
“Yes, Grand Warden.”
Standing from the table, you walked towards the door. He grabbed you roughly by the arm dragging
you down the corridor. Tholf sat behind
a large stone table, looking as though he had not slept the night. Ogarl threw you against the table causing you
to fall. Tholf stood bellowing out to
“Harm her again and I will removed your head. Do you understand me?” Murder filled his eyes and you had not a doubt
he would do as he threatened. Ogarl
bowed his remorse, though his face showed none of it.
“Yes, Lord Tholf.”
With those words, he stormed out of the room almost knocking over one of
the maids bringing in a tray of drink to Tholf. She shook in fear as she stepped in the
doorway. Tholf helped you off the floor
before beckoning her to come in.
“He will not touch you again, I swear it. Drink?”
You nodded slowly, feigning fear of the other man. Had you your way you would have already separated
Ogarl’s head from his body. The girl
stood close while he took the glasses and wine from her. He swallowed one glassful before handing you
the other glass. There was something off,
about him. It was difficult to read, and
you were unsure how to feel about it. “I
will remove the collar.”
The words were said so quickly and when you were least
expecting it. “My Lord?”
“I said I will remove the collar. You have had the time to prove you are
learning to become of our tribe. I do not
want a collared woman at my side. The
woman at my side will be there willingly.”
Your heart rate jumped dramatically, this was your opportunity. It had to be carefully planned and not
rushed. He would give you this kindness,
if you could avoid bloodshed you would. Tholf moved flush against you, raising a hand
to graze aside your cheek. There was
something different in his eyes now, another emotion, one you did not want to
His large hands moved now around your neck holding both
sides of the collar. “Take a breath now,
it will hurt as it disengages.” As he
twisted the clasps, a strong electric sensation surged through your body
causing a gasp to escape your lips. Once
the piece was free, the feeling vanished. It was as though you could breathe freely once
more. Unable to stop yourself you smiled
rubbing your neck and the sore marks that were left. He stepped back smiling in earnest at
you. “My hope now is you find this place
is your home.”
As you opened your mouth to speak a heat filled your
body. A deep, searing heat that filled
every fiber. It caused you to double
over grabbing your abdomen. “Allfather
no…” Tholf bent down beside you, as you
could feel the energy building. Being
bound for a month with no outlet for the energy, it needed its release. This was not what you wanted. Innocents would be hurt. “No, back away, now. You will be harmed. Go!”
You did not have the ability to contain it. The energy spread over your skin, lighting it
as it traveled through you until it hit your fingertips. “Noooo!”
Screaming out as the pulse of energy thrust out from you throwing
everyone and thing back from around you. The shock wave traveled throughout the castle
sending everyone airborne, doing more damage than you would ever know. The release of such energy had been too much
for you, you fell to the floor unconscious.
Hours later, you woke from the pain in your head and
shoulders. There was a ringing in your
ears that felt as though it would make your ears bleed. “Finally she wakes. We will see how long it lasts while I have my
chance at her.” That voice was not what
you wished to hear. The hate seething
from every syllable, made you aware of whatever was to follow would be painful.
Opening your eyes, you found yourself in the meeting chambers
where you had fallen. Everything was
destroyed and pushed back against the walls.
You were strung up by your hands from the ceiling, which was the cause
of the pain in your shoulders. Only the
tips of you largest toes could touch the floor.
Your shoulders were bearing your entire weight. The collar had been replaced and Ogarl stood
before you with dried blood at his temple. Tholf stood steps behind him with a bloodied
and bruised face of his own. Gone was
the face of the concerned man that had been there before you blacked out.
A swift punch to your abdomen knocked the wind from you
causing you gasp. Another then another
followed it. His assault on your body
continued for some time. There was no
part he missed. Your face was swollen
and bloodied, ribs bruised and broken. A
whip had flayed the skin of your back after he has stripped you naked. Tholf stood watching every hit with his arms
cross his chest. You prayed for death
now. Prayed that the Gods would be
merciful allowing them to take a blade and sink it deep within your chest,
ending this misery.
The pool of blood that gathered beneath you caused the
little hold your toes had to slip, putting further strain on your shoulders. Ogarl laughed at the strain and your sounds of
pain. Coming up close behind you
growling in your ear. “Now I will fuck
every hole of yours. Mine will be the
last face you see as I slit your throat as my cock tears you into pieces.” The sound of him removing his belt scared you
to the core. You pulled and shook
against the bindings.
Tholf stepped forward.
“You will not. I will take what
is mine from her and end it there. Leave
me.” Ogarl looked as though he would
refuse but thought better of it. Rebuckling
his leggings, he stomped out of the room, leaving you broken and bloody with Tholf.
The man paced around before you looking
as though he was unsure of how to proceed.
“Did you intend for that to happen? To injure and kill so many of my people? I stand here because I am strong. The maid here was none so lucky.” It was one of your worst fears, killing an
innocent. A tear slid down your cheek as
you shook your head. “There are no lies
in your eyes. I believe you. My people want your head for what you have
done. Grand Warden would make true his
threat. I would let you live if I had a
choice. My feelings for you are strong
but my people come first. They would
lose faith as their leader if I allowed you to continue to breath. I will make it quick, you have endured enough
You nodded slowly accepting your fate, welcoming it. Pulling a blade from his hip, he stepped
towards you. An explosion shook the
castle from somewhere on the grounds.
Screams could be heard from all directions. Tholf ran from the room towards the screams
and his people, leaving you bleeding and naked, hanging from the ceiling. The screams and yells came closer; you just
prayed someone would come to kill you before Ogarl returned. Never had you a fear like that before. “[Y/N]!
By the Gods… what have they done to you?”
That voice… No please not that voice. Gods strike you down now; let him not see you
as this. Let none of them see you as
this. Lifting your head, opening your
swollen eyes, Loki in his full armor stood before you. He searched around quickly finding a
discarded cloak on the floor, wrapping you in it before he cut you down from
the ceiling. The relief was felt
instantly in your shoulders. “Loki… kill
me. I beg you… Please.”
Loki’s heart shattered as you begged for death. The savages had stolen you and your light. “No,
my heart I will not. We will travel home
and I will help you heal in every way.”
Lifting you in his arms, ensuring you were covered from all eyes, he
brought you to Thor and your friends, who had cleaned out the castle with the
aid of the Defenders. All those gathered
fell silent as Loki approached with you in his arms. Thor was about to speak before Loki silenced
him with a shake of his head. All the
questions could be answered later. Now
it was time for you to return to Asgard.