You are in the throne room with your mother, father, and Thor. Odin wants to address Thor and you about something He sits on the throne, and you and Thor kneel to him out of respect. When the two of you stand, Odin looks down at you solemnly. “A year ago, I lost a son, Thor a brother, and (Y/N) a lover. We lost him, but not in the sense we thought. Loki is alive.” Your jaw drops, and so does Thor's. You look at each other, stunned, before looking back at your father. “He's on Earth, but he's planning something sinister. You need to find a way there. I'm sorry the bifrost is still down, but Loki can't cause havoc on Earth.”

You nod, and look to Thor before facing Odin once more. “We still have his staff, right?” Odin looks at you questioningly before nodding. “Good,” you say, crossing your arms over your armored chest. “The days before he disappeared, he showed me the tricks he used to get around the bifrost. It's how he got me back.”

“Good,” Odin says, sitting back against the throne. “I'll have it brought to you. You leave tomorrow.”

As the doors shut, you turn to your brother. “Thor,” You shake your head, and look at the ground. “I don't think I can lose him again. It's already taken me long enough just to be okay.” You hug your arms. Thor rests his hands at your elbows. You look into your brother's blue eyes.

“I know, (Y/N). Remember what I told you at the banquet?”

You think back to almost a year before hand. To the night on the balcony. You nod your head once. “Yes,” you say. “I do.”

Thor leads you down the hall. “Then you already know, everything's going to be okay.”

*

You and Thor land on a jet. The loading port opens, and the two of you jump onto it as the wind blows through your hair. You're shocked when you step inside. From your years of living on Earth you recognize one of the people on this ship.

“What the fuck is Tony Stark doing here?” You say before you can stop yourself. It's been a whole year since you've used Earth slang. Thor groans, and you turn to see who he's looking at. It's Loki. You stumble back a bit. Stark is in the Iron Man suit, and charging at Thor. “Thor!” You shout his name and he winds up the hammer, and tosses it at Tony, knocking him back. The hammer snaps back and Thor catches it, grabbing Loki and jumping out of the jet. You look back at Tony, a guy in a red, white, and blue suit, and a woman with fire-red hair. They all watch you in shock. You shrug. “See you guys on the flip-side.”

And then you jump, feeling the air rush at you as fall towards Earth. The ground rushes up at you, as you catch up with your brother, and Loki. They're on a cliff as you crash land. You roll, and bounce until you stop against the base of a pine tree. You cough, but roll onto your stomach, and push yourself off of the ground. You stagger to a standing position and look out onto the cliff.

You shake your head at Loki and Thor, and jog out to where they are standing. Loki sees you, and smirks. “Aw,” he mutters coldly. “My brother, and my treacherous wench.” You set your jaw, and draw your hand back, punching him in the face. His head snaps back, but he jerks back up with that same damned smirk of his. “Ooh,” he says. “Someone's upset.” He sighs. “Anyways, I know it's not a little family reunion you want. It's the cube, and I know not where I have sent it off.”

Thor rests his hand on Loki's shoulder. “This is madness, Loki.” Loki looks away from Thor, but Thor uses his other hand to jerk his head back. “Listen!” At that moment Stark flies through, and disappears with Thor in his grasp.

“I'm listening,” Loki laughs sarcastically. You watch as Thor and Stark crash land in the woods. Shaking your head, you turn back to Loki. Without thinking, you let your walls down, and throw your arms around him. You hear him take in a shocked breath. You don't let go, and slowly, he hugs you back.

“You don't know how many tears I have cried for you, you fool.” You pull away from him. He looks sad for a moment. Then he shakes his head as if he is clearing it.

“You know for a fact that we can't have this, (Y/N).” He chuckles and steps away from you. “Look around you, all I ever cause is chaos.”

You swallow, and shake your head, looking up at him. Despite the circumstances, it feels so good to see his face. Your heart aches for him, and yet he's right in front of you. “It could be different, Loki. You know that.” Loki shakes his head, and you hear crashes and explosions coming from the woods. It sounds like more than two people now.

“I'm afraid not.” Loki reaches out and touches your cheek, softly. Even though you know you shouldn't, you lean into his touch. “It amazes me,” he says with a barely audible whisper as his green eyes hold yours. “That no matter how much Iwant to hate you, I can't.”

“I know the feeling,” you whisper. He doesn't say anything. Instead, Loki tilts your head up, and studies your face. “Loki-” He rests his hand on your waist, and draws you to him. “What are you-” You try to say, but he lowers his head down, and presses his lips to yours. Your eyes flutter closed, and you you lean into him, pressing your hands flat against his chest. Then, you push yourself away from him. “I can't.” You shake your head, feeling your cheeks burn.

Loki rests his hands on your upper-arms. “(Y/N), you could come with me. You could be my queen.” He smiles. “There's still a chance for us. We can rule this world together.”

You swallow, and take his hands away from your arms, holding his left one between both of yours. “Loki. . . . There is still chance for us.” You look at the ground. “But it's only there if you come home, and forget about this.”

You look up, and Loki's sweet expression has been replaced by a look of anger. “Once again you're choosing them over me,” he scoffs.

You reach towards him, but he steps away. As he does so, a rather loud explosion comes from the woods, a blue light illuminates the dark sky. Loki stumbles, and you grab his arm before he flies over the edge of the cliff. When you turn around, Stark has flown back to you and Loki. He gives you both a lift back to the jet. Loki doesn't say a word. He just lets them lead him away. Something tells you he wants to be captured for a reason. .