Loki spent months on Jotunheim, rebuilding and restructuring the court and society. It took a lot of work to rebuild Jotunheim to what it should have been for centuries and Loki threw himself into his work, trying to forget everything else. He tried to forget Morgan, tried to forget the Avengers, his home, his beloved mama.

He failed miserably.

Breya touched Loki's arm to get his attention one afternoon while he was on the throne. Her eyes had that glazed look of someone in the middle of telepathic communication. Loki gave her his attention, knowing she didn't demand his attention lightly, especially while he was working. "The guards have apparently found an Asgardian in our realm," she told him, her voice slightly dazed, as she was holding two conversations at once. Loki was used to the signs from his own knowledge of telepathy.

Loki raised an eyebrow at her words, confused. "Why would an Asgardian be here?" He asked as he adjusted one of the gold coins on the belt at his hips. He'd learned to wear the Jotun fashion while he was king here. It was still strange to show so much skin when it was all but blasphemous to do so on Asgard, but he wasn't on Asgard anymore. Asgard wasn't home anymore.

He had to keep lying to himself about that particular point.

Breya shrugged, drawing Loki's attention back to her. "I don't know, but that's what they say they've captured," she replied. She didn't have to question why there was an Asgardian, only report on it. "They want to kill it," it was statement, but stated as a question, asking if she should let them kill the Asgardian.

"No. Bring them to the palace," Loki replied on the off chance it was someone he still cared about, despite what he pretended to the court.

Breya nodded and her eyes glazed again as she gave the order to the guards. It didn't take long before the prisoner was brought before Loki, bound in chains. Her form was slight, especially compared to the frost giants around her. She looked even smaller in the chains, a frail former-Midgardian. A blind one at that. Her gaze was nowhere near his throne, staring straight ahead as she was shoved into the petitions spot before the throne.

Loki stared in shock and horror at seeing her, his heart fell. She shouldn't be there. How the Hel was she there?

Fuck.

Of all the things Midgardians had created, the word 'fuck' was definitely among the best and most useful.

He had left her to protect her.

Fuck fuck fuck.

How the fuck was she on Jotunheim?

She was fucking blind!

And too damn resourceful.

Loki had to fight hard to school his expression as he addressed Morgan. He couldn't show weakness, couldn't show her that he cared. He had to keep this a clean break, for her life, for her safety. "Asgardian, how did you get here?" He demanded coldly, with ice in his tone.

Her head whipped up at the sound of his voice. She tried to pinpoint him through her blindness. She wanted to run to him, but couldn't with the frost giants guarding her. He'd been gone for months and he nearly didn't sound like himself, but she would recognize the sound of his voice anywhere, even with the unfamiliar ice in his tone. Loki watched her carefully. He saw the wariness in her eyes at how formal and cold he was being to her. She finally spoke and he saw the effort it was taking for her not to shiver, not to appear any weaker than a blind girl already did on Jotunheim.

"A portal between the worlds and a locket," she replied carefully. The wariness was in her voice, in her very being. She'd reverse-engineered the tracking spell in the locket he'd given her with his hair in it in order to find him.

"Why are you here? There is nothing here for an Asgardian," he informed her coldly. It killed him to do it, but if he broke her heart thoroughly, he could make sure she didn't do anything this stupid again.

He sounded so cold and distant that it threw her. She didn't know what was going on or how to respond to him. She finally spoke again, stating the obvious. "I came to find you," she finally said, doubt in her voice.

"Shall we kill it, sire?" one of the guards asked, a bit too gleefully at the prospect of killing the Asgardian, especially a defective one like this handicapped girl.

Loki shook his head firmly. "No. Take her to the dungeons. I will speak to her privately. No harm is to come to her," he growled the last, a warning to any who might dare defy him.

"Yes, sire," the guards replied, though sounded disappointed. They dragged Morgan away by her chains before she could so much as protest.

Loki groaned and sagged in his throne, though he didn't have the luxury to do so. He recovered quickly. He had to. He ordered Breya to clear the court for the day. He had matters to attend to. Breya looked up at Loki after the throne room was empty of everyone else. "Everything ok? I can go deal with her for you. Send her back to Asgard?" She suggested. Loki was clearly upset by the blind girl's presence.

"No. I need to speak to her myself. I will get her off world once I do. She doesn't belong here," Loki said, though it hurt to say. He didn't want to send her away, but he couldn't risk hurting her again. Breya nodded and let him leave.

Loki made his way to the dungeons, trying to figure out what to say to Morgan as he went. He found her in one of the cells, as ordered. Her chains had been removed and she was sitting on the floor of the bare ice covered cell, knees to her chest and breathing frost. The dungeons weren't heated and were as cold as the outside of the realm of ice. She clearly hadn't heard him approach over the other sounds in the dungeon so he had a moment to observe her. He saw the black handprint on her wrist hadn't vanished or even faded.

He moved to stand in front of her cell. "What are you doing here, Ana? It isn't safe," he couldn't keep the love and gentle caring from his voice, no matter how cold he tried to be.

She scrambled to her feet to address him. Her gaze was slightly off. She was out of practice talking to him. "Wou vanished without a word to anyone. I came to find you," she was more open when he was talking more normally.

"You should not have come. Jotunheim isn't a place for Asgardians. I left for a reason," Loki told her firmly. He saw her expression fall, then steel itself. He recognized her backbone as coming from Tony. They could both be stubborn as Hel.

"I love you. Of course I came. You left all of your friends and family without telling anyone why," she replied firmly. She wasn't giving up on him, no matter how much he wanted her to. "We're worried about you. No one knew where you went or what happened to you,"

Loki looked away from the fierce determination in her eyes. He had to break her heart again. He had to send her away. He had to keep her safe. "I cannot go back with you. I will have a few of my guards take to the bifrost circle and you will return to Midgard. I have a duty here," he told her.

"Loki, no! Please. I don't want to lose you!" She protested from her side of the bars. It was easier on Loki to not touch her. So he stayed out of reach. She came so far and had worked so hard to find him, to make sure he was alright, to bring him home. She wouldn't give up now.

"Look what I did to you! I'm not safe. You are better off without me. You will be going back to Midgard, Morgan. I'm sorry. But I have to stay here. My people need me," he said with a snarl. He couldn't go home with her. He couldn't risk her.

He loved her too much.

"It was an accident!" Morgan insisted. "I love you, Loki and I'm not better off without you. Nor am I giving up on you," the stubborn streak was back. She wouldn't give up. She would come find him again and again if she had to to get him to see reason and come home.

"Morgana, no," he said with an exasperated sigh. She was impossible to argue with, much like her father. "You should not have come."

"Of course I should have. We're all worried about you," she reminded him that she wasn't the only one who cared. Thor and Frigga were worried too.

"You shouldn't be. I'm fine. I'm where I should be,"

"I don't want to lose you," she repeated, reaching a hand through the bars toward him. She'd nearly touched him, but he was just out of reach.

He stared at the black handprint on her wrist and backed up, shaking his head. "Don't touch me, Morgana. It isn't safe. I will not hurt you again, accident or not. You will be going back to Midgard. Inform my brother that I am fine but I have a duty to Jotunheim now. You will not return," he told her, the cold edge returned to his voice.

She withdrew her hand, looking hurt for an instant before she glared up at him. "And how are you planning on stopping me? I'm not giving up on you," she had far too much faith in him.

"Give me the locket, Morgana. Now," he snarled. He couldn't keep going through this, couldn't keep letting herself put herself in danger.

It finally hit her then that he didn't want her anymore. Heartbreak filled her eyes. But he made himself clear when he demanded the locket back, knowing what it might cost her if she didn't have it, didn't have his protections. She hesitated a moment, but Loki's resolve didn't falter. She would be safe without him, without the locket. Or so he tried to tell himself. She was in far more danger from him.

Defeated when he didn't relent, she took off the locket and tossed it through the bars in his direction so he didn't have to risk touching her. Loki caught it, but couldn't bring himself to look at her, couldn't face her heartbreak. He was too much of a coward for that. His silver tongue turned to lead and betrayed him. He couldn't just end it cleanly. "I do love you. That will never change. But I must do what is best for you and for the realm," he said softly before he turned his back on her. "I'm sorry, my love, my Ana. But this is the only option,"

"I will always love you, Loki," was her only reply. Her voice was defeated, knowing she'd lost him. Despite his words, he didn't want her. He wouldn't listen or change his mind. He was stubborn and insistent on breaking everyone's hearts for his own stupid reasons.

Loki sighed heavily and left the dungeons as fast as he could. He stopped two of the guards and informed them to take Morgan to the bifrost circle, commanding them not to touch her or they would die horribly by his hands. Once that was done, he headed to his room, sealing himself inside. He couldn't deal with people after having to send Morgan away.

/She's gone/ Breya tells Loki awhile later.

/Good. You will continue my duties for today. No one is to bother me./ Loki replied firmly. He would not be interrupted.

/Alright, brother/ she replied, worry in her tone, but she wouldn't press him for answers, not when he sounded so heartbroken and hurt.

He cut the connection to Breya and the dam of emotions finally opened when he was well and truly alone. He managed to fall into his bed before the floodgates opened and he sobbed out his heartbreak.