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Luckily, Fury had been fine with Loki travelling to Asgard with you and Thor, apparently because he trusted Odin to keep him under control. He had been the person to lock him up in the first place, after all. Perhaps he thought Loki would be locked up again once he was back on Asgard. You had talked to Thor about that; he had reassured you that Odin wouldn't try and lock Loki up again, but you weren't so sure. From what you had heard about Odin he was terrifying and a bad father, so all in all you weren't looking forward to meeting him. Frigga was a different matter, she sounded lovely, so at least you had one thing to look forward to. You were trying not to feel too optimistic about meeting or finding out about your parents after overhearing Thor and Loki's discussion, but deep down you couldn't help yourself.

You'd spent the rest of the day after you'd overheard the conversation wondering what to pack, and trying desperately not to think about Loki.

The second part had not gone well.

You'd showered and got dressed and then ventured to the kitchen for some breakfast; to your disappointment no one seemed to be up yet so you had to sort some food out for yourself. You'd sat alone to eat, content to watch the city grind to a slow start on a chilly December Monday morning and found yourself thinking about Christmas.

It was only about two weeks away now and there was a massive tree in the corner of the room, along with various decorations around the rest of the living quarters in the tower. You'd never really done Christmas properly before, and you were looking forward to finally having a proper holiday, and maybe even presents. Around half eight Thor had joined you, and then slowly the rest of the team had started to appear. You were happy to note that they all seemed genuinely pleased when they'd found out that Loki was awake and okay. The rest of the day had passed fairly uneventfully; Loki had only appeared in the evening, claiming that he'd been 'enjoying the peace and quiet' and only left the medical ward to get some food. That was a lie, because he wasn't in his gear anymore and was walking with a tiny limp, which thankfully no one mentioned. You weren't surprised to find that his mind was closed off again, but this time you didn't mind. You had closed yours off too though when you'd noticed, just to prove a point.

You'd gone to bed early that night, wanting to be awake and alert in the morning. When you would travel to Asgard. It still hadn't sunk in properly... you were actually going to Asgard. Instead of trying to sleep, you'd sat for a while and stared at the picture of your apparent parents. If everything went to plan, you'd be talking to the people in this picture tomorrow.

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The next morning, typically, it was chucking it down with rain.

The team had all gathered in the penthouse to say bye before you left; you still weren't entirely sure how you were getting to Asgard, all you knew is that you were headed up to the roof.

"Make sure you bring her back in one piece." Tony said to Thor, as you did your rounds, hugging Bucky goodbye last.

"We'll be back before you know it, two days is no time at all." you said, moving to stand next to Thor.

"Just make sure you don't get into any trouble while you're up there." Tony said, thinking very audibly as he did so about Loki, who rolled his eyes, stood by the staircase leading up to the roof, obviously eager to leave.

"Don't worry, I won't." you replied, stifling a laugh and turning to follow Thor who was heading towards the staircase.

"Farewell friends." Thor called over his shoulder as you ascended the staircase towards the roof, and you turned and gave a small wave to everyone before they disappeared.

"So, how are we getting to Asgard?" you asked Thor, trying to avoid his cape which billowed out behind him as he walked up the stairs ahead of you. You were all wearing your gear to look less Midgardian, and you had nothing else on you, apart from the picture of your parents tucked inside your back pocket.

"The Bifrost, Heimdall will open it for us." Thor replied, tossing his hammer up in the air and catching it again as you reached the top of the stairs.

"The... what? Who?" you said in confusion.

"We're flying." Loki supplied helpfully, holding the door open for you.

"We're... flying?" you repeated in disbelief, feeling your stomach drop.

"Don't worry, it doesn't take long." Loki reassured you, creating an umbrella with his magic above your heads as you walked outside into the rain. Thor was for some reason not under the umbrella, and you laughed as he scowled at Loki, becoming soaked almost instantly. Loki was in a great mood; you realised this as he shrugged at Thor, his eyes glittering. He was happy to be going home. Loki extended the umbrella as Thor held an arm out to you, gesturing for you to hold on to him. You looked inquisitively back at Loki.

"I'm right behind you." he told you.

"I'd hold on tight if I were you." Thor advised, before lifting his face to the skies.

"Heimdall, open the Bifrost!"

The umbrella above you disappeared as you held Thor in a death grip, pushing your face into his chest as you rocketed into the sky. It was only about thirty seconds, but to you it felt like at least an hour. You kept your eyes firmly squeezed shut, trying not to think about what was happening, imagining that you were just flying to the top of a tall building rather than travelling to a different realm.

Finally your feet hit solid ground, and your knees would have buckled if not for Thor holding you up.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and you nodded, not trusting yourself to open your mouth in case you threw up, and suddenly feeling light-headed as you realised you hadn't actually taken a breath for half a minute.

"Welcome back Thor." a deep voice said, and you turned to see a huge man in golden armour stood behind you. His eyes were also pure gold.

"Heimdall!" Thor exclaimed, leaving your side to greet him. Your legs still hadn't recovered and you managed to stand upright for about four seconds after he let go of you before your knees started trembling. Loki appeared by your side and offered you an arm, which you grabbed before you fell over. You were about to thank him, but before you could you looked up. And saw Asgard.

At first you thought you'd died and gone to heaven, because surely this was what heaven looked like. It was like nothing you'd ever seen before, and it rendered you totally speechless for the first time in your life. You literally couldn't form a sentence. The palace was... you had originally thought 'out of this world', but you weren't even on your world anymore. And that was Thor and Loki's home.

"That... that's where you grew up?" you eventually managed, turning to look at Loki.

He nodded, looking at the palace with something like sad nostalgia.

You realised your mouth was hanging open, and quickly closed it before Loki could look back at you; as you did so releasing your grip on his cold arm.

"Sorry, thanks." you said.

"Y/N, welcome to Asgard." Heimdall said; you didn't ask how he knew your name. The guy had golden eyes, you weren't about to question him.

"Thank you." you replied, turning to see him observing you as if you were an interesting artefact and Thor smiling at his home. The sight of him so happy made you smile.

In comparison to Thor's good mood, there was a frosty atmosphere between Heimdall and Loki. You didn't know the fine details, but you guessed there had been some sort of clash between the two of them when Loki had been king for a short while. You made a mental note to ask Thor what had happened later on.

After bidding Heimdall farewell, you followed Thor on to the Bifrost where there were three horses waiting for you.

"While I am glad we don't have to walk, whoever assumed I could ride a horse assumed wrong." you said, stopping when you saw the huge creatures.

You pretended not to notice as Thor glanced ever so briefly at Loki, who shot Thor a death glare in return and climbed up on to one of the horses as if he'd been doing it all his life.

"You can ride with me. I'll have to teach you how to ride properly one day." Thor said, and you avoided looking at Loki as you clambered (so not elegantly) onto one of the horses. Thor swung himself up behind you and you set off towards the palace. You still couldn't believe the view, still half convinced that you were in fact dead and arriving in heaven.

When you reached the palace Thor dismounted the horse and then helped you down. You were attracting a lot of attention from Asgardian citizens, most of whom had stopped to stare as you walked towards the palace. You kept having to remind yourself that Loki and Thor were royalty here. Walking up the steps into the palace, past the heavily armed guards, you couldn't help but feel nervous. You were completely out of your depth here, whereas Thor seemed completely at home. Loki was walking with his head down, no longer seeming happy or excited to be returning home. As you walked through the palace you opened your mind, trying to reach out to him and talk even though his mind firmly closed off. You'd never tried to get into his head, and it made you feel slightly light-headed as you walked. But eventually it worked.

What?

Are you okay?

At first he didn't reply, but then he slowed down and allowed you to catch up with him, letting Thor stride ahead of the two of you.

"There's still a lot about me that you don't know; I don't think Thor told you everything like you said before. Coming back here... it's just a reminder." Loki told you quietly.

"He said he told me everything." you protested, frowning at Thor's back.

"Did he tell you I tried to kill him?"

You missed a beat, almost tripping over your own feet. Loki smirked briefly, but his eyes remained downcast.

"I thought not."

You walked in silence for a bit while you struggled to come up with something to say. You were desperate to know the full story, but now wasn't the right time. Loki misinterpreted your silence as nerves.

"Don't worry, my mother will love you." he told you confidently.

"And Odin?" you asked. He didn't reply.

"Remember, my mother can read minds too." Loki said, and then you were in the throne room, if you could call it a room. It was the size of the interior of a cathedral, if not bigger, and a huge throne occupied the far wall. And occupying that, was Odin. Well, you assumed it was Odin anyway, he looked like one would expect a king to look, and he only had one eye. Next to Odin stood a beautiful, kind looking woman who could only be Frigga. This was confirmed as you walked into the room.

"My sons, welcome home." she said happily, descending gracefully down the stairs which led to the throne to embrace Thor and Loki. Odin remained silent.

"And Y/N. Welcome to Asgard." she smiled, moving forward to clasp your hands in hers.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty." you replied, returning her smile.

"Please, call me Frigga. I believe we have much to discuss." she said, returning to stand by her husband's side. Odin was regarding you with something like displeasure, his hands resting lazily on the arms of his throne.

"We did wonder why you summoned Lady Y/N to Asgard with us." Thor prompted, looking back at you. Loki was admiring the ceiling, as if the conversation were boring him. You could tell he was nervous.

"Well, I'll get straight to the point. I'm afraid Odin and I have somewhat of a confession to make." Frigga explained, turning to Odin for support. He simply nodded at her to go on.

"Y/N, when you were a child you didn't understand that you possessed magic. When you were four years old there was an incident with another child, and again when you were five. You weren't allowed to attend school, and eventually it got to a stage where you couldn't interact with anyone other than your parents. You weren't like the other children and that scared people. On your sixth birthday, your father decided to take you outside as a treat... there was yet another incident in which a man was almost killed. After that the decision was made that it wasn't safe for you to remain on Asgard, so you were moved to a children's home on Midgard."

"And you thought that would be safer?" Loki asked in disgust, suddenly involved in the conversation.

"I suggest you remain quiet Loki." Odin said.

You were reeling. Why didn't you remember any of this? If you'd been five, surely you should have some recollection of Asgard, of your home, your parents? Frigga seemed to understand what you were thinking.

"That, however, is not the confession." she continued, and you looked back at her. She sighed deeply before continuing.

"We took your memories."