Loki kept his distance from Glenn, throwing daggers or bolts of magic at him whenever he could. (Which, quite honestly, was a lot.)
      Thor, however, was right next to Glenn the whole time. Smacking him in the face with his hammer. Shocking him with electricity. And punching him with his bare hands.
       You were in the middle ground. You weren't right up next to Glenn like Thor, but you got closer to him than Loki did. You would swing your blow dryer around, smacking Glenn in the back of the head, and you roped his ankles with the cord to make him stumble and trip. Basically you were just being an annoying nuance for Glenn.
Thor smacked Glenn in the head hard enough for him to tumble and sway. Like he stood up too fast. You saw the opportunity and took it.
You ran behind him then climbed up his back. Like he was some kind of climbing rock. You then took the cored of your blow dryer and wrapped it around his neck before going limp, using your dead wight, pulling right at the base of his neck to try and pull him backwards.
Glenn stumbled back a little, not expecting that. Loki and Thor took their chance when Glenn lost his balance and attacked at the same time. Thor shocking him with lightning and Loki blasting him with magic. Glenn sat down hard on his butt, getting knocked off his feet, you still on his back.
Glenn snarled at the two gods, "I will get what I came here for," before his skin started to heat up, too hot to touch. Forcing you to let go of him before getting burned. He then vanished in a column of fire.
     You looked up at the two brothers from where you were currently sitting in the floor breathing hard. They looked at each other, having a silent sibling conversation, then turned their attention to you.
     "What are you doing out of your room Lady (y/n)?" Thor asked you, getting straight to the point.
      "Fighting a Fire giant named Glenn, apparently." You grumbled at him.
      "Love, I believe Thor means; how did you know there was a Fire giant in the castle." Loki told you gently coming over to you, offering you a hand to help you get up.
    You didn't take it, instead you sighed heavily and flopped down on your back in the middle of the scorching hallway.
     You didn't care if you weren't acting lady like, you didn't care if the two people with you at the moment were princes. You were tiered.
     Fighting a Fire giant in the middle of the night with a blow dryer after a few restless nightmares was not fun.
     The last thing you wanted to do right now was explain what you were seeing in your dreams.
     But you knew you had too.
     Loki and Thor deserved to know.
     "Love?" Loki asked, concern in his voice.
     "I had a dream about it." You told him, though you were looking up at the rafters as you said it. "I saw Glenn in the palace. He was looking for something...umm... I think it was called the jewel of Asgard? Whatever that is." You sighed again before you sat up, looking Loki in the eyes. Letting him see the pain and shock that now lived there.  "I saw him murder one of the guards in cold blood."
     Sure. You've fought people before. You've seen blood and bones. But you had never, never, seen someone die in cold blooded murder.
    It hit different.
    It was bone chillingly cruel.
"I-I..." you stuttered, tears welling up in your eyes, "I couldn't... I couldn't save him."
Loki knelt down in front of you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you to him. He let you hide your face in the crook of his neck as you silently let tears stream brown your cheeks.
You had never seen someone murdered before.
"Only if I had woken up sooner." You told Loki, your voice a pathetic whimper holding back your sobs.
You didn't sob.
You never sobbed.
You weren't weak.
Whimpering on the other had...
"I could have warned him..."
"It wasn't your fault love." Loki told you gently, rubbing your back to help you calm down. "You did everything you could to help us."
"My brother is correct little one." Thor jumped in, trying to cheer you up. "You fought a Fire giant with a Midgardian beauty device and didn't die. You are quite impressive."
       "But the guard died." You whimpered again.
        "And he will be going to the halls of Valhalla for his sacrifice." Loki assured you gently.
       "But he didn't die in combat." You sniffled. "He didn't die with a weapon in his hand."
      That was the only way to getting into Valhalla after all.
      To die a glorious death with a weapon I your hand. If you didn't... well you would be going to Helhiem, the world of the damned.
      "He was an engherei solder love. His name will be sung in the halls of Valhalla." Loki soothed you gently. "You did everything you could."
Loki let you cry silently into his neck, rubbing your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear until you finally stopped. At that point you were half asleep.
Loki sighed lovingly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before standing up with you in his arms bridle style.
"Brother." Thor called to him before Loki could walk away. "Could it be that your lady has the gift of visions?"
Loki sighed, exasperated, but turned back to his brother. "It is too early to say anything for certain." Loki told Thor with worry in his voice. "But it appears she has some gift of sight. We must know exactly what she has seen before we can come to a conclusion."
Thor nodded, though he didn't look to certain about it. "If father finds out your little Midgardian can see the future..."
"We do not know for certain." Loki snapped at his brother.
"I-m up." You mumbled half awake in Loki's arms.
Loki kissed the top of your head, trying to sooth you back to sleep. Thor softened at Loki's open affection towards you.
"Just let us find out what's going on." Loki told his brother. Desperation in his voice. "Then we can tell father."
Thor thought for a moment before giving his brother a nod. "Get your lady to bed. She did a worrier's work tonight."
Loki nodded back to his brother, then turned, with you safely in his arms, heading back to his room for the night.