I was the first one to get to Loki after we entered through the Bifrost, I couldn't wait any longer so I teleported myself straight to the throne room, where Loki stands with his back to me, talking to a guard. "Loki!" I erupt, running toward him. Loki whirls around, and he sees me running toward him and his eyes widen, his trademark smile gracing his lips. 

"Lyra-" He must've mistook my tone, due to the surprise in his face when I took my hand back and struck him across the cheek. He yelps, turning his head back toward me whilst rubbing his face, only to see my very unapologetic glare. He blew out a breath. "Can't say I didn't deserve that," He said, chucking dryly. "I missed you, love." Loki said, his grin never leaving his face, though he could still see me very much angry and very much not able to game. "I missed you too." I said begrudgingly, turning my head away angrily. Loki took a step toward me, touching his finger to my chin. "Will you let me kiss you or are you still going to pretend to be angry?" He quipped, his feral grin forever infuriating. "Pretend? I am angry! You could've killed us all!" I huffed, glaring up at him. 

He pushed his tongue between his teeth. "But I didn't."  I couldn't help but let a small laugh escape my lips, partially because of his nerve, and when he sees the change in my mood he doesn't ask for permission again.

He cups the back of my head and tilts my head up, connecting our lips, my anger faded and I melted into him and his arm hooked under my back. After a few euphoric seconds, he pulled away, looking down at me with the few inches of height he had in his favor. "My love...." He sighed, and his sudden change in mood made me falter. "What is it?" I asked, reaching my hand out, only for him to side step my touch. I frowned, hurt from his movement.  "I'm sorry. But I have to do this." He said breathlessly, I just stared at him, confused beyond reason at his change in heart. 

He turned away from me slowly, as if it hurt him to do it, and I stood there, shell shocked as he walked. "Guards, don't let her leave." He told his men, well, my men, who had been standing at the doorway the entire time. I look at him in surprise as he pulls away and starts toward the doors.

"Loki, what are you doing?!" He teleports away, and I'm left dumb founded. I remember I can teleport, but I  try and fail. The door glows a faint green- Loki placed a spell on the door. Gods-dammit, out of all the times he has to have a mental breakdown, it has to be when he has a new, uncharted source of power and he is king of Asgard. I turned toward the guards, who I quickly recollect to be Varian and Cal. 

"Please, you have to let me out before Loki does something he regrets." I beg, the guards still stand next to the corridors. "I am sorry, Milady, by orders of the king you are to stay here." One guard says, I groaned. "I am your admiral, and I demand you let me pass." I said, looking at them with challenge in my eyes. They exchange a glance, and I knew my order was in vain. Their duty was to Asgard, and to the king. Whomever it may be. "I'm sorry my Lady, we cannot let you through." One guard speaks up. I throw my hands up in frustration. There had to be some way to get out of here, to stop this. 

I turned toward my men once again, who now apparently didn't know how to pick their battles. "Can you at least tell me what he plans to do?"

Varian and Cal exchange another glance, and before they tell me that they can't tell me I sighed in exasperation and turned away from them.

"Loki, I know you can hear me! Stop this nonsense!" He doesn't answer at first, and I was beginning to think he would just ignore me entirely before he answered me. "Please, just stay safe from me. I have to do this." I curse under my breath balling my hands in fists, and despite my manners, my honor, and myself, I replied. "Bullshit!" 

Nothing. 

I look at the two guards. "Sorry in advance." I said, walking toward Varian and Cal slowly. Suddenly wishing that I had summoned Dygo before Loki placed his spell. But I would have to do without. Without giving them a moment to realize what I would do, I slid down, sweeping my foot under one's legs, causing him to go tumbling down and tossing his weapon. I grab the spear and use the non-pointed side to knock him out cold, and turning to the second one. He points his spear at me, but I use the one in my hand to knock it from his grasp, kick him in the back of the knee, and also knock him out.

I turn toward the door, jiggling it to find it locked. I use the spear to break the knob and open the door, standing outside of the spelled room. Once out of Loki's spell, I teleport to the healing room to where I assumed Odin should be sleeping. In the healers, I look around frantically for Eir or Odin, or Frigga, opening doors to see all the beds. I cursed myself, remembering the one specifically for royals, and I practically kick open the door. Standing in there is my queen, Frigga. She stands over her husband, who lays on a healing bed with golden runes painted on him. "Your Majesty, wh-" "The Bifrost. Loki means to destroy Jotunheim. Now hurry, you must!" She cries, the smudged kohl around her eyes dripping down her cheeks with her frustrated tears. 

I spared a quick bow before leaping out of the room, only for Frigga to snatch my wrist as I turned to leave. I whipped my head toward her, my eyes wide and ready to lunge into whatever grave Loki dug himself into. 

"Save my son," Frigga demanded breathlessly, it was not a plea, it was not an option, it was an order from my queen. 

I didn't have to ask which son she meant.

-

Once I got there, Thor was bent over the side of the rainbow road that lead to the Bifrost.

The bifrost that was no longer there. 

I stopped momentarily in shock, what had happened between the brothers? 

Was I too late? 

 It took me a moment to adjust to the crumbling rainbow road,  but then I look at Thor to see him holding onto Loki, who has holding on to him, dangling over the bridge. "Loki!" I yell, running forward to help, just as I got there, a piece of the bridge broke off and I barely manage to catch Thor, lunging across the rainbow road. His weight, while usually easy to me, took me by shock, I slid forward, vaulting over the side and narrowly gripping the edge of the road with one hand. 

I grunted with the effort of Loki and Thor, hearing the groan of the road breaking apart, 

and I too began to fall. 

Cold, clammy hands gripped my wrist as I slipped, and when I raised my eyes Odin sat crouched over the side of the road, both of his hands grasping mine. I breathed a sigh of relief. 

"Your Majesty, I-" Loki interrupted me. "Father! I was going to do it! For you!" Loki yells, I fought the tears that threatened to spill. Where had my Loki gone? No he was still there, just fractured. 

He was still Loki. 

 "No Loki." Odin mutters, I strained my arm holding Thor's hand to hoist them up, but then my eyes go back to Loki, he meets my eyes, and I could feel the unwritten apology in his emerald eyes. Not of what happened, but what he was going to do.

He let go of Thor's hand. 

 "No!" I shouted. I hoist Thor onto the bridge all at once, fighting the screams that threatened to break my throat. When I had a good grip of the bridge Odin released my hands, going to his son who was peering over the edge of the road. Tears spilled down my face and I could still see Loki, still see him falling. A sob racked my chest, and I clenched my eyes shut. 

I couldn't take it.

I let my fingers slip, and then I was falling, adrenaline surging through my veins. "Lyra! No!" Thor yells, but all I can think about is never seeing Loki again. The feeling of falling settles in and an indescribable pain swarm my head. My arms become numb and my fingers with no feeling whatsoever.

"Lyra!" Loki's strangled cries were lost in the void, echoing away like whispers in the wind. I see a hand reaching out for me, and my fingers slightly brush Loki's as my vision blackens. My head flipped, I couldn't grasp feelings or thoughts, and when I did they slipped through my fingers. My brain felt like mush. My body felt like it was folding in on itself, my stomach churns and my eyes sting.  My legs feel useless, my arms weak, I feel arms wrap around me and the last thing I hear before I lose consciousness is the words inside my head:  "I'm sorry."

~

I woke up on a surprisingly soft surface, I open my eyes slowly, looking around, I recognize the room but have a difficult time placing it at first. I took in a deep breath, kicking off the thin white sheet that covered me. I notice there is something in my arm, similar to what was in Thor's arm when he got hit by a Midgardian car. My armor was no longer on my skin, instead, I was plastered with sweat. My body was covered in bandages and patches, my mouth covered in some sort of mask that fogged with every breath I took. I reached to rip it off but someone's hand stops me. "Don't, it's helping you breathe." A soothing voice says. My breath quickens, I turn to see a woman standing there, wearing scrubs. Panic rises inside me, I reach for Dygö at my side and my fear rises when I can't find it's hilt, but the lady silences me and calms me down.

"It's okay, it's okay. You have to calm down so you can breath normally." She says. I felt a slight pain in my chest, but nothing more. I could easily relieve any internal damage within a few seconds since I am mostly already healed, these people don't understand Asgardian anatomy. I didn't need this mask, but to satisfy her I calmed my breathing.

Once I calm down, she seemed satisfied enough and grinned at ,e. "Alright, that's it. Can you tell me your name?" She asks. I hesitate, but the woman urges me on.  "Lyra Clovin. Where's Loki?" I rasp, my voice deep and husk, I cleared my throat quietly, pondering how long I've been in this peculiar place. She looks at me, confusion emitting off her like steam. "I am sorry, there's no Loki here." She says, I curse under my breath, what if he's dead? "Where did you find me?" I ask, my voice gaining its stability and sternness.
"We found you in a field, from the look of you, you had hit the ground pretty hard. We're all surprised your alive." She says. I furrowed my brows at her. "All?" I inquire, confusion tugging my lips into a frown.

The woman was about to reply when a knock sounded at the door. "Hey doc, you in there?" A deep, male voice sounds from outside the door. "Yes, I'm coming Director." She says. She exits the room and closes the door behind her, so I am left alone in my thoughts. What was I thinking? I just jumped after Loki, stranding me on Heimdallr-knows-where stripped of my armor and I won't be able to see Loki again anyway, what am I going to do? I run my hand over my face and into my hair, which was oily and clumpy as if it hadn't been washed in a millennium. How long had it been? 

"She's just woken up, why stress her with questions? She's been asleep for days, give her time to recuperate." I hear a muffled voice say from beyond the chamber door

"Agent Hill, we're heading back to New York tomorrow, and I want to question her myself."