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“You holding a knife is not a rare sight at all. You holding a bloody knife is more so. Care to explain?”

She had already heard enough. The Goddess turned around, so her husband would not see her tears. Never in her life had she felt so sad, disappointed, hurt by any decision Loki had made. She hoped that was only one of his jokes; otherwise, she´d be completely broken.

Only a few days ago they had announced her hudband was dead; that he fell from the bifrost with no hope of saving himself. Sigyn cried the pain of her loss day and night, trying to take refuge in her children, those twins that both had brought to life, the proof of their love, their marriage. But apparently neither her or her babies seemed be important for the God of Lies anymore. At least that did not reflect the horrible decision he had made.

However, Sigyn wasn´t stupid. She knew that appereance of her husband wasn´t caused by the fall. He looked exhausted, sore, even afraid of something that wasn´t there. She knew something had happened when he let himself fall.

      “ What have they done to you? ” she asked, showing she already knew or at least suspected something wrong was going on.

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The goddess couldn´t help smile a little as soon as she saw the yotun entering to her realm. It wasn´t an smile of joy, of course, it was a sarcastic one, full of grudge, pain, and even hidden hatred.

Her father, the last person she expected to see there. She knew Loki wasn´t as powerful as her, but his unquestionable intelligence, his strategist nature, and of course... his magic, could keep him alive for centuries.

And none of those years alive were spent on her.

         “ Well well well... Look what the destiny brought me this time. ” 

The queen of Hel stood up and crossed her arms, staring with pain at the prince of Asgard. The bad blood between them was obvious enough.

Thor didn’t look to the side, didn’t flinch a single time, even though he knew how badly he had acted towards Loki lately, on several occasions. He could have defended himself and started to argue with him, but, by now, it seemed so pointless. He had done what he had done and said what he had said and nothing would change a single thing to this purely concrete fact.

Therefore, he let Loki spit his venom at him, simply waiting for him to get it all off his chest. When Loki finally seemed to run out of examples, the God of Thunder crossed his bare arms before his chest, not puffed up this time. Thor still looked like a hero, but didn’t feel like one right now.

         In the wake of watching SHIELD fall and the subsequent time spent helping the families that lost agents, Steve found himself on a mission of information.  Before going underground Fury pointed him in a few directions.  Since there were no other leads to go off of the only choice was to follow them.  He started first at Camp LeHigh to see if there was any other information left behind.

         The war on Hydra had begun.

          This was a mission he had to take for himself.  While the new Avengers facility was being built and the others were planning the next stage, Steve decided to run down a lead on his own. Allegedly this particular base had been abandoned, just like the Camp was.  Depending on the circumstances to the abandonment there could still be some key pieces of information to retrieve.  A forgotten drive.  A piece of paper.  Anything.

          Once inside, Steve did his best not to lose all hope.  Thin layers of dust covered every surface he could see.  Surprisingly enough he managed to get several lights to work.  Electricity hummed like white noise in the background.  Half the computers wouldn’t turn on.  Those that did were seemingly fried.  Any papers shifted beneath his touch didn’t shed light on anything he didn’t know.  Although, a lot of it would’ve been nice to know before the whole Ultron problem.

          He turns the corner with the intent of searching deeper into the facility.  A light out of the corner of his eye catches his attention.  There’s a sliver that shines through a crack in the wall.  In his desperation to find something Steve analyzes it for what feels like an eternity until he managed to figure out how to open the door.  What he finds inside, however, is nothing like he was expecting.

     “Say. NOTHING.”

Form dangles mere inches from the ground; not high enough that a descent would bring harm, but enough that fingers just barely ghost the surface. How she was discovered in such a situation is still unknown, something she’s not willing to share with the trickster standing before her. 

She’s been kept away to the eyes of Asgard, though they all knew she was there. But none dared go down there unless invited by the All-Father, though she was more of a prize. A “look how powerful I am” kind of prize. For many months and before this time being caught she was kept for millennia (or so it felt), concealed within a barrier of magic rather known to her. Tess had learned from an experience what could and would happen if she tried to break through this barrier, even with her power. Thus she resorted to accepting that she would remain here till the Titan saw it fit to retrieve her, or Loki came to get her, whichever came first. Sighing she tapped her fingers on her leather jacket before hearing a commotion, and within moments the ‘cell’ was down and she could walk free. 

Grinning she stepped out and walked through the familiar dimly lit hallway of Odin’s Treasure room, but why had this happened? Blue hues narrowed as she looked for any hints of a trap or ether being that she knew would eventually come for her. Though walking through the hallway she began to feel this pull, one she hadn’t for many years, not since New York when she was near the mind stone. Was a sibling here? She knew at one point the Aether, Ri, had taken a host known as Jane Foster but she was quickly taken off and that was supposed to be the end of it. Pace quickened as she was eager to see which sibling it was, or if the Titan had come. Neither would be a welcome sight. Though as she turned the corner she saw the familiar figure of the Trickster, Loki. What game was this, a deep sigh came out of her pale parted lips.