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Tara grunted as she hefted a third box on top of her dolly, wiping sweat from her brow. "Whew...who needs to go to the gym when you're moving, hey?" She playfully smacked her friend Zach's arm as he carried another box from his truck.

"That's the third time you've made that joke, and it's not getting funnier, T." He still had a smile on his face, though, as he readjusted his grip on the box. Tara leveraged the hand truck so she could start pushing it into her new apartment building.

"Yeah, but I'm buying you dinner for helping, so suck it up or we're getting McDonald's."

"I will leave right now. That's a thing that will happen. I'll- hey! Hold the elevator please!" Zach stopped joking to look over Tara's shoulder and she finally paid attention to what was in front of her; one of the elevators was going up and the doors were starting to close. Whoever was inside moved and the doors jerked a little before sliding back open. The pair jogged up to the door and she carefully maneuvered the hand truck into the corner of the elevator and Zach stepped in after she stopped moving. "Floor six, please."

"Seven, actually!" Tara interjected, leaning closer to the button panel to make sure the right floor was pressed. "Thank you." She turned a kind smile to the tall, long-haired man against to opposing wall that waited for them to board.

The queen raised an eyebrow at the newcomer, this individual wasn´t a soul looking for a place to rest in their afterlife, and less, a deity that claimed for her mercy since she was the ruler authority of the underworld. A huge grin shaped on the woman´s face as soon as she could recognize said person once the fog had faded away; they haven´t seen each other for centuries, but somehow... his presence didn´t surprise the Goddess.

However, something had happened to him; she had an acute ability to sense people energy, and her father´s was one of the few she could read like the palm of her hand. Mind control, torture - were the first words that came to her mind.

She hoped he trusted her enough to explain it to her.

      “ Well well... what do we have here? My kjære far, the exiled prince of Asgard, came to see his off-spring´s realm for once. Tell me, What is it you need that obligued you to take a long journey down here to the underworld? ”

“Hey Sig! Come look at this!”

Theo’s voice echoed across the museum just as Signe’s camera captured an image of some tapestry. The two of them were like children in a lolly shop. Imagine being expert historians in Nordic mythology and being invited to travel to Norway to look at the artefacts first-hand. Signe had been preparing for months, and it only felt natural to bring her fiancé along - after all they had met at work.

She hurriedly walked over to him, placing a hand on his back. “They have authentic texts discussing the battles of Odin!” She whispered excitedly. “I could spend all day reading them!”

“What about actual statues?” Theo asked, cupping her chin and turning her head. Inside an adjoining room, statues of many of the important gods and goddesses were scattered around. “They even have Loki. Didn’t you have some history nerd crush on him?”

She gasped and lightly slapped her fiancé’s arm. “I did not.” She said sternly, gaining a laugh from him. “I felt sorry for him. There’s a difference.”

“Uh-huh. Well you go spend time with your boyfriend, I’m going to go study some of the carvings.” He teased again, just narrowly missing another hard slap on the arm.

Despite this, she still walked into the room of statues ignoring Theo’s snickers behind her. Amazed, her pace slowed, taking in what was around her. Thor, Odin, Frigga...they were all here. Her eyes then caught on the statue of a certain Trickster. The bronze had faded, but it was clear that the horns were once painted gold.

The moment that she had realised that it was him sitting in front of her, Sifs expression had changed to that of a deep set glare. 

At one in the past, she would have smiled at Loki when he turned around. But now so much had changed and passed that her instinct was to instantly dislike the situation. The thought even crossed her mind to take out her sword and hold it to his throat and she barely managed to stop herself.

❛ YOU CAN CALL ME SPIDER-MAN. ❜ a sentence ending with the tripping of his own two feet as he tried to prop himself against the nearest wall, though FAILED tremendously. ❛ i - i’m basically an AVENGER. you know, earth’s mightiest heroes. ❜