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Down Time
            Lynnea lay in her own bed a shield of light covering her bed monitoring and healing her body. This was her third treatment, and as with the first two times, she fell into a deep sleep. Loki stayed by her side watching her intently. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea a feeling he’d had since they began. He was having such second thoughts at this point, but Lynnea didn’t share them. In fact she was anxious to continue wanting them as frequently as possible.
            The last thing he ever wanted to do was harm her or cause her pain. It was still going to be a little while before they knew for certain this was working or an intense waste of time.
            Frigga came into Lynnea’s bedroom and walked to Loki, a servant that had come with her set a tray down next to Loki before bowing and exiting them room. “I thought you might be hungry. You’ve not left her side all day.” Loki gave a nod an picked up a morsel and popped it in his mouth looking towards Lynnea again.
            “She looks better this time.” He mentioned. “She breaths easier.”
            “They have told me that the results look very promising.” Frigga noted, “They are very optimistic that this will work much better then imagined.”
            “That is their opinions as healers. The only think I care about is how it is affecting Lynnea.” He sighed, “The first time this happened it took three days for her to wake. I don’t like it.”
            “She sleeps Loki. That is all. Her body rests, as you should too my darling.” Frigga said sitting down beside him. “You’re love and concern for her is wonderful, but you need to keep your strength if you are to continue with this endeavor.”
            “I’m fine mother. We Asgardians are quite resilient. I want her to share that resilience that she was cheated of.” Loki admitted.
            “It may not work Loki. You must be prepared for that.” She cautioned.
            “I realize that, and know it all to well. But if it does work, if it slows her aging, she’ll live 50 times longer then she would if we did nothing and took things at face value.” Loki said.
            Frigga could see his determination and devotion and smiled a bit. However it faded and she looked away for several moments in silence. “We must talk Loki, soon. Before it happens, I think you should know.”
            Loki looked at her curiously, “Before what happens?”
Arguments
            “Father, please. This doesn’t make any sense. Why would she have to be sent away? She’s done nothing wrong.” Loki pleaded on Lynnea’s behalf.
            “When she was just a child she needed care and protection, so she was brought here to the safety of Asgard to be educated and grow to adulthood. But this does not change the fact that she is still half human. She has no place here now.” Odin said sternly.
            “She’s my daughter . . . your granddaughter. How can you say she has no place here? She is family.” Loki said, “Are you saying that because she doesn’t have pure Asgardian blood, she should be banished?” This was unbelievable like a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.
            “Loki. You and Thor are next in the line of succession to the throne of Asgard, as ruler of the 9 realms. That means that you and your brother will take wives suited to your station that will stay by your side as queen.” Odin explained.
            “What does that have to do with . . .” Loki began but wasn’t able to finish.
            “Humans are not suitable to hold such a position. Their lives are fleeting, they are far to fragile.” Odin stated.
            “But Lynnea is not my wife, she is my daughter.” Loki was having a hard time understanding any of this.
            “Since her birth, she became a part of the line of succession. As of this moment she is forth in line to the throne. If something tragic should befall you and your brother she would be called to take the Throne. It would be disastrous. Any children that would be bred from her would be as equally weak and inadequate.” Odin said.
            Loki shook his head, “Father, there is more to this then you are telling me. It is very unlikely that anything fatal would happen to both me and Thor. Lynnea is a woman, she could not ascend to the throne of Asgard anymore then mother could.”
            “Right now, she is the only heir beyond you and Thor. This is a danger that will remain until my sons take wives and produce a son.” Odin responded. Loki sighed in frustration, it was often impossible to talk to their father, because he wasn’t just family he was the king and ruler of the 9 realms. Something that required an iron first, and often a stone heart.
            “As you say, human life is fleeting. A drop in the ocean in comparison to ours. This is where Lynnea belongs, like it or not she is still family and a princess. What is it to immortals such as we are if she lives out her life here with her family? No harm could come of it.” Loki asked.
            “From what I understand, her aging has now been slowed down significantly due to the treatments that have been devised from your blood.” Odin stated, “Enough so that her life span could be 400 years rather than a human’s 100 years.”
            Loki looked down even more frustrated by the moment. “She is your granddaughter, you know her Father. Lynnea has earned her place here among us. She has studied, worked hard, and despite her young age she is extremely powerful. She is no threat to you or the 9 realms. We can’t send her away as though she’s done something unforgivable or wrong. She deserves far better than that. Please, don’t do this.”
            Odin was quiet a moment as he walked passed Loki in deep thought. “Your compassion for your child is admirable, and sincere. I can understand your feelings about this situation. To love your child but having to do what is best for your kingdom.” He was quiet for a moment. “So, as a father, I offer you a choice that you must make for your daughter.” Loki had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach.
            “What choice?” He asked.
            “She can remain here in Asgard with her family, under the condition that these treatments she has been receiving are stopped. So that her natural life cycle will return to what she was born to. Or you may continue them, and she be taken to another realm to live out her life in anonymity.” Odin said.
            Loki was struck speechless as he stared at him wide eyed. “Could a crueler choice ever have been asked of anyone?” He said in absolute disbelief and horror. “To send my daughter away as though she were a criminal, or let her die here so she can live as royal princess as is her birthright.”
            “It must be as I have stated, Loki. Your interference in her natural mortal life has left you only this choice and no other.” Odin said.
            “If it is such a concern to you, then why not simply remove her from the line of succession so that no matter what the circumstance she cannot take the throne?”
            “I have given you the choice, Loki. When I needn’t have given you one at all. You have three days to decide.” It was Odin’s final word on the subject and it seemed the discussion was over. Loki turned and left almost in a daze and shock from the ultimatum.
Impossible Decisions
            Thor stood with Loki having heard everything that had happened. “Where would she be sent?” He asked.
            “Where else could she possibly be sent but back to Midgard? She’s old enough now to understand why she can never let anyone there know of her powers and abilities. Just another element to her prison, having to hide her true self and all of her gifts and talent.” Loki shook his head.
            “You can still see her, and provide for her there. It won’t be banishment.” Thor said trying to comfort him and find something good about the situation.
            “Think about it brother. Supposedly this choice will allow me to continue her treatments, but it won’t exactly help her stay hidden if she doesn’t age as everyone else does, and lives 4x as long. Interacting with humans on a long term basis would be out of the question. She would have to continually move from place to place to avoid discovery.” Loki explained.
            “She does have a love of travel and seeing new places. There are countless places on Midgard to see.” It was hard to know what to say to make things better. It was a tragic and horrifying choice to be faced with.
            “How can father be so cold? So cruel? He has known of this for some time, but only now does he chose to tell us of it. It’s not exactly what I would consider an appropriate 17^th birthday gift.” Loki sighed covering his eyes with his hand. “She isn’t a danger to anyone, I don’t understand this. Why I am being forced to choose between her life and her death?”
            “Have to discussed this was Lynnea yet? It may help to know what it is she wants.”
            “We’ve told her over and over how she belongs here with us in Asgard. That this is her home. This whole mess just negates what we have all told her these past years she has lived here. It’s as though Odin’s protection only extended until she was considered an adult and with hardly a thought he withdrew it. Why would he do such a thing? It’s still sometime before we are expected to take wives, why can he not simply leave Lynnea be?”
            “Mother has said, and has been proven many times, that everything Odin does has a purpose. There may be something, some danger that he can foresee that we cannot.” Thor reminded him of times passed.
            They were both silent for a few moments before Loki turned towards Thor, “I cannot let her go. Yet I cannot bear the thought of watching her wither and die.” He stood, “I never should have brought her here from Midgard. She would have been better off never knowing of Asgard . . .” He started to walk away but paused, “I would have been better off never having known of her.” He turned and left. Thor knew he didn’t mean what he said, he was hurting and lashing out.
Tough Talks
            Loki told Lynnea of everything and why. Now they sat together in silence as she thought about all the options and consequences. “Eternal youth isn’t so wonderful. 80 years is a long time. Perhaps it’s long enough.” She said tears in her eyes.
            “The treatments are working, Lynnea. You could live far beyond a human life span. Centuries if we continued them.” Loki said, “Is being a princess so much more important than your life?” He asked.
            Lynnea looked down a moment, “I want to stay here with you father. I don’t want to be sent so far away from you.”
            “You would not be so far from me. I would still see you often.” He looked at the pendant that he had given her the first time they had traveled to Midgard on the biofrost. She never took it off since. “All you need do is call for me and I would come to you.”
            “What have I done to upset him so?” She asked. “He never has spoken to me, just watched me, stared at me.”
            “It is not your fault, Lynnea. Father isn’t one for sharing his thoughts with anyone, not even mother. I don’t understand his reasoning either, but he made it very clear that he will not discuss it further.” Loki replied.
            Lynnea turned her eyes down again, “Where would I be sent?”
            “Midgard is the most likely place. You were born there. It would be the best place for you to have a chance of fitting in.”
            “To live among humans, as one of them.” Lynnea said.
            “Yes, but not as a mere peasant. You are not one, you never were nor could you be. You would have everything you need or want. I would be comfortable, more than comfortable.” He reassured her.
            “Like when I lived in the country. Before I was brought to live in the palace.”
            Loki gave a nod, “Something like that.”
            “You never came to see me when I lived there.” Lynnea remembered.
            “I didn’t know you then, I realize my mistake and I don’t intend to repeat it.” He looked at her seeing clearly that all of this broke her heart. “I realize that Odin said it was my decision to make, but it is your life Lynnea. It’s your choice. No one else’s.”
            Lynnea was quiet for several moments. Tears escaped her eyes and slid down her cheeks as she looked up at him once more, “I don’t know.” Her voice shivered and she could hardly form the words. “Will I ever be allowed to come home?”
            Loki shook his head no. She looked down again as more tears fell. “But I cannot foresee the future Lynnea. Things may change and one day you could be permitted back on Asgard. Odin will not always be king.”
            Reaching up she wiped her tears away, and fell silent again regaining her composure. “When do I have to leave?” She whispered.
            “I assume by the end of the week. Barely enough time to make suitable arrangements, but I promise that everything will be ready for when you arrive.” Loki gave her his word with every intention and determination to keep it. Another long moment of silence passed between them before Lynnea gave a nod consenting to be sent away from Asgard.
Preparations
            “What is the point of having agents in every realm if they cannot give us reliable information when we require it?” Loki growled in frustration when Frigga came in.
            “Really? From what I have been told arrangements being made for Lynnea on Midgard were coming along very well.” Frigga said.
            “It should be better, much better.” Loki said with a huff.
            “Loki, I understand you are worried and upset, but you can’t give her a palace on Midgard. That sort of thing would draw unwanted attention and put her in harm’s way. There, she isn’t royalty.” Frigga counseled.
            “Well everything else has been taken away from her. I don’t intend she should be abandoned in a strange place with nothing.” Loki said with a look, “How long did you know this was Odin’s intention with Lynnea?”
            Frigga was silent for a very long and uneasy time, as she stood her back straight. “Just a little while before you. But I believe he had made this choice sometime ago.”
            Loki narrowed his eyes as he walked closer to her, “You don’t agree with his command either.”
            “It doesn’t matter what I think, Loki. You know that.” She said, “You father is wise and has been throughout your life with many things, he has always had reasons for what he does.”
            “But he doesn’t give much thought or hesitation to banishing family does he.” Loki snapped, “He acts as though she is some grand threat to his throne. That she could overthrow him and destroy the 9 realms at any given moment if not . . . .” He stopped and shook his head. What was the point of saying it all again when his words only fell on deaf ears.
Traveling to Midgard
            “Are you ready?” Loki asked as he stood with Lynnea on the platform of the biofrost. She turned and looked back towards the bridge as if taking one last look at Asgard, as it stood right now, she would never see it again. Rather than let more tears fall, she faced the platform again and prepared herself for their journey to Midgard. Loki gave a nod to Heimdall to open the bridge, and he stepped behind Lynnea wrapping his arm around her tight to shield her from the impact when they landed.
            “Goodbye princess.” Heimdall said before thrusting his sword down into the mechanism that powered the biofrost opening the portal to Midgard. At once Loki and Lynnea were jerked into the power of light and taken away from Asgard.
            When they arrived on Earth, and the biofrost was closed again the light disappeared. Lynnea looked up seeing the clouds in the sky dissipate into nothing. Loki let her go and turned, there was a black SUV there waiting for them. “Come on.” He said walking with her to the car. There were two men in human clothing, Asgardians waiting for their arrival. One opened the back door to the vehicle and Loki and Lynnea climbed in. Once the doors were closed, the two men got into the front seat and they left the landing site. It would be a while before they reached the new home that had been prepared for her. The biofrost was a bit high profile and would no doubt attract anyone who detected it. It had to be somewhere uninhabited and far away from any population.
            They rode in silence. Lynnea was terrified and hurt, and Loki was angry that this had come to pass. Even though they would never admit it, they only had each other to lean on. The only evidence being Lynnea’s hand resting in Loki’s as he held it tight.
New Homes
            “Will you stay with me?” Lynnea asked as she walked with Loki down the hallway of the large manor that had been prepared for her.
            “I can stay for three days, but then I have to return to Asgard.” He wasn’t happy that he had been given a time limit before they had left. “But much can be done in three days.”
            “Is it safe here?” She asked.
            “Yes. This land is vast and it is yours. The servants and guards here are of Asgard. You won’t have to hide who or what you truly are from them. They have been charged with your care and safety.” He explained.
            They came to a large window and Lynnea walked closer admiring the view, and sat down at the window seat. “When will I see you?”
            “As often as possible. You’ll need a treatment every two weeks by the Midgard calendar, I will always be present for those.” Loki sat down beside her on the window seat.
            “It’s beautiful here.” She said softly, “That’s snow there isn’t it?” She asked pointing in the distance, “That white color on those mountains?”
            Loki half smiled, “Yes. If one thing can be said for Midgard, it certainly as all the weather and terrains of the 9 realms. There will be much for you to explore and to occupy your time here.
            Both fell silent for a moment looking out of the window. “It will all take some getting used to.” Lynnea said softly.
            “None of this is your fault Lynnea.” Loki reminded her. “You certainly did not choose your parentage. Otherwise I have no doubt you would have chosen much better.” He stood and walked away. Lynnea raised her head starring at him wide eyed.
            “I would have no one else. You are my father and I do not wish for any other.” Lynnea said horrified that he would think so.
            “That’s what you say simply because you don’t know any different. Had you never known of Asgard, if I had left you here on Midgard, you may have been adopted by two normal human parents. Who would have kept you safe, you could have had a normal life and been very happy in it.” Now Loki’s voice was rising and he was beginning to rant. At himself, not at Lynnea.
            “Or I could have been taken away by the government, experimented on and dissected to see what made me different.” Lynnea stood and walked over to him. “You saved me. You took me away from that horrible place and into somewhere wonderful. All the things you showed me, taught me, everything I can do is because of you.” There was a long pause before Lynnea reached out taking Loki’s hands in hers. “You’ve given me everything. You’ve given me life, and you give me your life force. I don’t believe that anyone could offer so much or give me more than you have.”
            Loki could see the love in her eyes blazing like wildfire in the night. He cupped her face in his hand and smiled before kissing her forehead and embracing her tightly.
Walks in the Wood
            Lynnea was bored and had explored the large house many times. But what she hadn’t seen was the land surrounding it. She wanted to explore it, but wanted the time to herself so she slipped away unseen by the guards and servants. It was something she learned how to do in the palace on Asgard. Some days she just wanted some time to herself, not watched constantly like a hawk.
            Once she was clear of the house and guards she appeared once more dropping the screen that kept her hidden and made it seem as though she were invisible. She smiled at how easy it was and ran into the woods through the trees and shrubbery.
            She walked for a long time, just enjoying the beauty of her surroundings. The clean crisp sweet air, the wildlife that darted through the grass and among the trees. So many new things to see. She came to a stream which was lined with river stones on both sides. It was a stream that had broken off from the main river a few miles up. Lynnea walked to the edge and looked down into the clear water. She grinned and took off her shoes and shocks rolling up her jeans to her knees and waded into the cold water.
            There were frogs croaking, talking to each other, or just making noise all over the place. Lynnea reached down to touch one, but it suddenly leapt up and startled her causing her to giggle. She stepped towards it and tried to scoop him up but he jumped away again. Lynnea knew she was going to have to be faster if she wanted to pick up the small creature and focused on her target. Then she leapt towards the frog to grab him but her foot slipped on a moss covered stone and she fell into the water with a splash. Lynnea laughed and sat up in the water wiping the drops from her face.
            “I’ve never seen a princess do that before.” A voice said. Lynnea turned and seeing a young man sitting on top of a formation of rocks nearby. “Aren’t they supposed to be graceful and well mannered?”
            “Not when we are alone.” She stood up and walked to the bank squeezing the water from her shirt. “You’re Asgardian?”
            “I certainly hope so, if I know who you are princess. If I was a human, it would mean that none of us are doing our jobs to keep your identity safe.” He said hopping down from the rocks and walking to her.
            “I haven’t seen you before, when did you arrive?” She asked.
            “A week before you did.” He answered. “You haven’t see me but I’ve been watching you, as is my task I was sent here for.”
            “So do you have a name or should I just refer to you as my own personal stalker?” Lynnea asked.
            “I’m Dane. And it’s only stalking if one hadn’t been charged with keeping you safe princess.” He pointed out. “A job that you make extremely challenging with you sneak away like this.”
            “Not very well considering you managed to follow me without my realizing it. I must be losing my touch.” She waved her hand down the front of her body, and at once her clothes were dry. “Who assigned you this detail?”
            “Her highness, Frigga.” He answered, “She wants to make certain no harm befalls you. I vowed that I wouldn’t allow it.”
            “I was brought here from Asgard 3 weeks ago. In all that time I haven’t seen you, or heard your name, or been aware of your presence. Why should I trust you?”
            “I know who you are, and your secrets that we are to keep.”
            “That just means you’re from Asgard. It doesn’t prove that my family sent you to protect me.” She answered.
            He could see clearly that she wasn’t happy with him for sneaking up on her. “You’re annoyed with me aren’t you? For following you out here.”
            “I’m not a prisoner, this is my home and I’m free to go where I choose. I’m an adult, I don’t need a baby sitter.” She turned starting to talk away but Dane stayed close. Lynnea stopped and sighed.
            “You’re right princess, you aren’t a prisoner and you are free to go where and when you wish. But you are new to this realm as are most of them in your household. It’s better if you have someone stay with you until you’ve become used to Midgard and it’s people.” He suggested.
            “I was born on Midgard. I’ll adjust to things much faster and far better then you will once I get out more. Among the humans.” Lynnea said.
            Dane just smiled at her, she was embarrassed from having someone see her fall while messing about. “When do you plan on entering into society for a look?”
            “Father is due back at the end of the week, for another of my treatments. I will ask him what he thinks.” She said stepping over a boulder as Dane kept close.
            “Why would it matter what he thinks?” Lynnea stopped and looked at him thinking that a strange question. “What I mean is, he doesn’t live here, and you do. Why could no not go where and when you wanted to?”
            “He worries for me.” Lynnea answered, “I don’t want to upset him.”
            “Where you not just telling me a few moments ago how you were an adult? How you can take care of yourself and make your own choices?” Dane questioned.
            “Yes, and I do.” Lynnea stopped again and looked at him, “Why does it sound as though you disapprove of him?”
            Dane fell silent not certain he should answer, but then he decided to be bold, “It is a long way from Asgard to send one’s own child.” He stated plainly.
            “This wasn’t his fault or his choice. My exile from Asgard wasn’t his doing. He tried everything to make it so I could stay there, but there was nothing that could be done.” She was adamant in Loki’s defense. “I simply was not mean to live in Asgard.” Dane’s expression didn’t change. “Look around you. All this beauty, the house we live in. He has given me all of these things. If he didn’t care for me, he would have just cast me to Midgard with nothing and left me to fend for myself.”
            “You seem to really love him Princess.” Dane observed. “Such loyalty is admirable. But you can’t live your life the way someone in another realm would have you live it, no matter who they may be.”
            Lynnea stared at him am moment not certain what to make of him. He seemed very stubborn and opinionated. Yet he was handsome and something about him was very intriguing. “You realize I could have you executed for speaking of him in such a harsh way.” Dane smiled again causing Lynnea to break her stern look and smile too at how silly it all was.
            “I can take you to the city whenever you wish it, princess. You need only say. Everyone here has been instructed to study the humans and their ways so that we may blend in better, not be surprised or ignorant of their habits and technologies. I would be happy to escort you.” Dane said sincerely.
            Lynnea smiled, “I would like that very much.” Dane gave a nod and bowed slightly. “But you are right,” She continued. “I love my father very much. It would serve you well to remember that in the future.”
Check-In
            It had been 3 months since Lynnea was returned to Earth and she seemed to be acclimating to her life among the humans quite well. Her treatments seemed to have gotten better, so they were much easier and didn’t knock her out for days at a time. Her aging was slowed down considerably. So it could be longer between treatments, giving the healers of Asgard time to develop more efficient way to deliver Lynnea’s treatments. Loki’s platelets were what the serum was developed from. Making it easier for Lynnea’s body to absorb the benefits of his blood.
            The healers were working on something she could take in pill or liquid form that she could ingest rather than having to continue intravenously. Even though Odin may have had his objections to this endeavor, it was he who had made the terms. Terms that were followed by all involved.
            When Loki arrived at the manor, he was surprised to not find Lynnea waiting for him. He was directed by one of the servants to the garden. As promised, he found her, but she was not alone.
            The young woman was sitting on a bench with her laptop open and sat before her. Next to her was a strikingly handsome young man. They seemed to be watching or reading something that made them both laugh. Loki found this strange as he didn’t recognize the young man. Yet it was plain to Loki that he was Asgardian. Just then, Lynnea looked up and a bright smile swept her face. She closed the laptop putting it aside before hopping up and running to greet him. He opened his arms catching her in midair as they embraced tightly. “It’s good to see you father!”
            “As it is to see you.” He said with a smile, “You look lovely today.” Loki’s smile faded a bit as his eyes moved back to the young man. Lynnea turned to see what he was looking at and smiled. She took his hand and walked back to the bench where they had been sitting. Dane stood at once bowing to Loki.
            “Father, this is Dane.” She said introducing them. “My bodyguard.”
            “Really.” Loki said arching a brow.
            “Yes, he’s kept me company and been my friend.” She was smiling glad that she had a chance to introduce them. Dane and Loki, however, were sizing each other up.
            “It’s an honor to meet you, My Lord.” Dane bowed but kept his stance. Loki looked at him again.
            “Come Lynnea, I’ve brought you gifts.” Loki said taking her arm wrapping it around his own. When they walked away Dane’s smile faded and his eyes narrowed.
These Dreams
            Lynnea found herself walking barefoot in the garden in the moonlight in her pajama’s. Lilac shorts and matching cami. She could see all the stars in the sky above her on such a clear night as this. It was like home on Asgard, as she looked above her, Lynnea smiled feeling the soft grass beneath her feet, the smell of fresh flowers making the air sweet.
            Always she loved flowers, from the first day she was brought to Asgard she found Frigga’s garden in the palace. She ran away from the servant who was charged with her care and hopped out of her shoes and socks just wanting to be in all the beauty and blooming life around her, to be free.
            Of course Loki saw to it that she had a lush garden of her own, when she was banished so unjustly from Asgard. Frigga was right, he was trying so hard to make up for the wrongs he felt were done to his daughter.
            She walked to a white blooming rose bush and reached out plucking one. Lynnea held it up breathing in the scent with a smile. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her hand. A sharp thorn cut her palm, and she dropped the rose. It was a fairly deep wound, but then it seemed to close itself and draw the blood back before healing itself. It was strange, she never healed like that before. She looked down at the bloom she dropped and it was no longer white. Where her blood had spilled onto it, it turned a red so deep one could easily mistake it for black. But moonlight but all blood seem black. However beneath her blood, it became dead and withered. She kneeled down beside it, starting to reach to pick it up, but it shriveled to nothing and turned to dust when her finger brushed against it.
            “Lynnea.” She heard an unfamiliar voice say her name. She turned and her eyes went wide seeing her mother standing before her. Instantly she stood starring at the figure. “What have you done?”
            Before she could respond or movie, she found herself sitting up in the darkness. Looking about she realized that she was lying in bed in her room. She’d been sleeping and dreaming. It was so strange and all seemed so real. She looked around her, still smelling the scent of roses. Slowly she lay back down, still very startled.
Early Mornings
            It was around 5am, and Lynnea wasn’t able to go back to sleep. Instead she got up and walked through the halls before settling in the library. A short while later, Dane joined her bringing her a hot cup of tea.
            “You’ve never had trouble sleeping before, princess.” She gave him a look, “Lynnea.” He corrected himself knowing she didn’t like to be called that. “What woke you?”
            “Strange dreams. I’m a little homesick I guess.” She took a sip of tea before sliding back onto the large chair pulling her feet up underneath her. “I wish father were here.”
            “Why?” Dane asked sitting back in his chair as well.
            Lynnea thought that an odd question, “Because I miss him. I know there is you, and the guards, and the servants . . . but it isn’t the same. I miss Grandmoth . . . Frigga.”
            “Because they do magic, like you.” Dane said.
            “I do magic like them.” She corrected, “Dane, they are my family. I love them and I miss them very much. Even my uncle Thor.”
            “I know.” Dane said realizing he may have been pushing a little too hard.
            “Then why do you always sound so disapproving of them? They are your sovereigns. Odin is King of the 9 realms, Frigga is Queen, and Thor and my father are Princes next in line to the throne. Why do you keep . . .”
            “Because you are still holding onto them so tightly, you aren’t living your life.” Dane answered. Lynnea quieted not understanding what he meant. He took a breath knowing he was crossing lines by speaking this way, but he had to. “You’ve been here on Midgard for five months, you’ve hardly shown any interest in going out into the world, leaving the estate, meeting humans, exploring and experiencing the culture, seeing the sights. All you do is wait for the healers and Loki to come and give you treatments and tests. That isn’t living, Lynnea. That’s stagnation. It’s merely existing.”
            “I have the internet and I can read just fine Dane. I’m not just sitting idle, I’m studying everything Midgardian from the first day.” She said in her defense.
            “But you are not interacting with them Lynnea. You should go out, meet them, make friends of your own. This is where you are going to live for the rest of your days. Do you really want to spend it here completely cut off from the world, isolated for the next few centuries?” He asked.
            Lynnea starred into her tea cup a moment before looking up at him once more.
To be continued . . . .
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