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The Way Things Were	By : LuciferDragon Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 2155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9
She could hear them talking still, could hear Loki asking her questions, but she couldn't distinguish what was going on. The only thing that mattered was in her hands. She heard Loki leave without trying to console her. She hadn't expected him to. Their arrangement didn't call for it. She felt the sadness close in on her as she sat alone in a room she hadn't been in since she was a child.
A child…
"Daddy, why do Thor and Loki come hurt so often? Are all boys so stupid?"
Her father had looked at her in surprise and let out a heartfelt laugh. "Yes, I suppose we all are at some point in our lives." He tapped her on the nose. "I think they're trying to impress you, my dear."
Dyre scowled. "Boys are icky though."
Andren chuckled. "You won't always think that." He spread his arms out. "I am the same gender. Am I icky?"
She giggled then. "No, but only because you're my daddy."
He pulled his daughter into a tight embrace. "That's right. And no matter what, I will always be your daddy."
A drop appeared on her paper, followed by another, smearing the ink. She put a finger to her cheek, feeling a few tears fall. In a sudden flash of anger, she crushed the note in her palm and stood, a fire simmering in her belly. Her pain, sadness, and confusion melded into one, leaving her with a fury she had never felt before.
The person who killed her father would pay, but not before they suffered dearly.

Loki muttered under his breath in frustration the whole way back to his chambers, mostly of how annoying his brother could really be. He stopped and looked up when he heard the click of a latch, seeing Dyre coming into the hall while adjusting the sleeve of her gown from the night before. From there, he could see her blank expression had taken on another emotion. "Dyre? Are you alright?"
"They still have no word on who did this?"
"None so far."
"I'll need your help once we do. They need to pay for what they have done."
He sighed. "A few simple tricks—"
"Not tricks." Her eyes narrowed. "They must squirm. They must fear. They must die."
In all his life, he had never heard a woman so angry and spiteful. If the situation had been any different, he would have locked the both of them in his chambers and not let her out until he had his fill. Unfortunately, he regretfully reigned in his lust. "I'll see to it that they do, whomever they are. If you are ready, we will be leaving for Midgard now."
"But the killer is here. We must—"
"—leave for Midgard," he said sternly. "By orders of Odin."
She bit her tongue, but was visibly annoyed with the order.
"The orders are for your protection."
"Why protect me, though? I am not a royal, nor anyone of real importance. Why bother?"
He bit his cheek to check his rising temper. "I don't think I've ever heard someone complain about being cared for. My father cares for your family through all the times you've helped his. Without your family, many others would die from various ailments. You are more important than you realize."
Her eyes finally began to soften again, a sign her anger was receding. "What about you?"
"What about me?"
"What role do you play in this?" She crossed her arms. "You don't normally go out of your way to help those in need. Why start now?"
He curled his lip at her. "Do I need a reason to help the only one who bothered to take me seriously most of my life? The only one who saw me as more than a trickster?" He watched her cast her gaze away and he let out an irritated sigh. "Understand me when I say I care deeply for your safety."
"And I care for yours. I don't want to see you hurt because of me. Take me to Midgard and come back here. I'll figure out a way to deal with this problem."
Instead of feeling more irritation, he gave her a mocking smile. "Oh? And just how will you do that? Tell me, my dear, do you know what a computer is? A car? Television? Electricity?" At her confused stare, he continued. "These are large parts of the Midgardian life. If you don't understand it all, you will not be accepted warmly there. I can help."
She shook her head. "I don't want you risking your neck for me out there."
He quickly grew tired of her arguing. He grabbed hold of her arm and teleported them out of the palace to the Bifrost, almost directly in front of Heimdall. "I will hear no more arguing on the matter." He tugged her forward, lowering his voice to a low rumble. "If you let me come with you, I can make sure to have last night repeat itself. Again and again until you beg me to stop."
She flushed and looked away, making him grin at her embarrassment. She also had not said no.
He looked to Heimdall, who had put his sword to his shoulder. "Is the path ready?"
"It is, Prince Loki," the gatekeeper responded. He had the two follow him to the platform in the center. Without another word he placed his sword in the slot, activating the portal.
Loki almost grinned when he saw Dyre's look of pure panic. "Don't flail, and you'll be fine." His eyes widened slightly when he felt her grab his hand, as if out of support. He didn't have a chance to protest the action before the portal sucked them forward. He hated this part the most, and it always left him slightly lightheaded afterward. Once he felt solid ground again, he stood, still feeling her gripping his hand tightly. "Welcome to your new home."
Instead of looking to the large cabin in front of her, she dropped to her hands and knees, breathing heavily. "How on Asgard do you manage to travel like that? That's a horrible way to travel!"
He chuckled, watching her stand with the support of a nearby tree. "You get used to it the more you do it." His eyes glinted with mischief. "As do other things."
She laughed too, finally catching her breath. "Do all men have such a one track mind when a woman feeds them sex?"
"You'll come to find I'm not like most men." He helped transfer her weight from the tree onto him. "Come, I'll take you to where we'll be residing for the next… who knows when?"
She pushed away. "I think I'm alright now." She made it a few steps on her own before she stumbled, making him catch her out of reflex. "Or not."
"Or not is correct. Just hope you didn't break anything."
"I am a little dizzy yet." She looked to the cabin in front of them, sucking in a short breath. "Your father does not hold back, does he?" She stared at the wooden framework that made up the home, seeing it tower over her with two stories to it.
"Even though we'd be in hiding, it was still intended for royals." He motioned around them, letting her see only trees. "Besides, I don't think anyone has come across this place in ages. It was placed in a remote area in the state of North Carolina, far away from busy cities so we couldn't be found." He pulled a key out of thin air and unlocked the front door. "When we check in every so often, we make small observations to how Midgardians are living so we can make adjustments. Lucky for us, we had an adjustment not long ago in their time."
"Though why on Midgard? Out of all the realms, why have safe havens here?"
He pocketed the key to keep it in range. "Why not? Not many creatures can make it here from the other realms. Either that or they wouldn't think to look here. I don't blame them."
"What is so wrong with the Midgardian race? You scorn them, yet they are supposed to be the chosen race."
He scoffed and led her inside the sunlit home. "Clearly there was a mistake in that choice. You'll learn how moronic they all are."
"If they're as idiotic as you claim, why do the gods still bother with trying to keep your names known?" she countered, taking in the elaborately designed house, furnished with things she had both seen and not seen in her whole life.
"I suppose it gives us a sense of satisfaction, that we can still hold power over some of them. Those who still believe are in small numbers, what with the introduction of that ridiculous Christianity movement, but they still exist. And there can't be a king without a kingdom." He paused, seeing how she was taking to being in a vastly different environment. "Enough of that for now. I suppose I should show you just how much things differ here." He proceeded to take her around the home, teaching her how things worked if she asked about them. In doing so, he took note of things they lacked.
After a half hour, they returned to the main room. "I believe I have the basics for everything. However it is a bit much to take in at once." She sat on the couch, putting her head in her hands. "Still hard to believe this is happening."
"Most cases with death are." He inspected the island bar behind her, glad to see it fully stocked. It was one of those times where a glass of anything strong would be helpful.
"Who would want my father dead? That's the only thing I can't understand. He was becoming an ass, yes, but not one that would deserve to be killed."
"You aren't concerned with the other portion of this? The person who wants you for some reason?"
"I'll defend myself if I have to."
Loki paused in pouring a glass of brandy and laughed. He couldn't help it, and he continued even through the angry glare she threw at him.
"Why in the Nine Realms is that so damned funny?"
"I'm sorry, really," he tried to compose himself, but a few chuckles escaped him as he finished pouring his glass to match the one already made.
"No you're not. Why is it amusing? You know I can hold my own in a fight."
"You could when we were children. I highly doubt you still can." When she tried to argue, he cut her off, holding up his glass. "Dyre, if this person killed your father, a hunter, how can you, a mere woman, even dream of fighting them off?"
"Just because I'm a woman does not make me weak, you arrogant jackass!" She stalked over to him and jabbed at his chest. "I don't know how, but I will kill whoever did this to my mother, and to me. And— Stop laughing at me!"
"Dyre, this is why I'm stuck here with you. You can't possibly fight back."
She stopped fighting back then and only watched him sip from his glass, seeming to approve of the liquor. "I knew you had no desire to be here."
"Of course I don't. You know how much I despise these creatures running amok as if they're the most powerful beings in existence."
"It's not just that, is it? You said it yourself, you're stuck here. With me."
He attempted to take another sip when what he had said hit him. "No, Dyre, that's not what I meant."
"You've lied to me before. What would make this any different?" She walked away towards the stairs leading to a bedroom he had said would be hers. "Just go home, Loki. I'll be fine on my own. Somehow."
Before he could even retort the door slammed behind her, making him flinch and set the glass of amber liquid down on the bar top. He looked around, curling his lip at the human domicile. It wasn't as atrocious as he first thought it would be, but it was still Midgardian. That alone made it not worth his time. However, the woman he was to protect, she was. Even though he owed her no favors, he didn't trust anyone else with her life.
He brushed it off as sentimentality and looked for the set of keys he knew hung near the front door that would go towards some sort of vehicle. He just hoped it would be a useful one. To give her a chance to cool down and absorb everything that had happened, he'd leave her alone for a few hours to gather things he knew they would need sooner or later.

Dyre heard the front door close, making her sit up in confusion. She didn't think he'd actually listen and leave. Her heart sank and she stared at the blank pillowcase next to her. "So I really am on my own…" She shook her head, clearing her mind. "Well, if that is the case, I suppose I should learn about where I am exactly and what the Midgardians do for entertainment."
She crept downstairs, making sure Loki really had left her alone. Besides the still full brandy glasses, there was no indication he had been there at all. She frowned, seeing the second glass finally. She picked it up and sniffed it, pulling it away from her nose immediately as the smell permeated her senses. It was nothing like Asgaridan liquors. Despite the smell, she tasted it and almost wheezed on its potency. "How in the realms did he drink this so calmly?" She pounded on her chest a few times to loosen the fumes. She found the aftertaste to not be so bad.
She tried the drink again, this time sipping it correctly, finding that it went down smoother. It still had a bite, but not as bad now that she knew what to expect. She took the glass and wandered over to the living area, where the large couch created a three-sided shape, facing the device he had called a television. She looked for the smaller device that he showed her would turn it on and touched the correct button. She jumped as an image came on screen, one that moved and had voices accompanying it.
Her curiosity won out and she sat on the couch, pulling her legs under her while sipping her drink and staring at the moving images.
"There has been a groundbreaking discovery at Stark Enterprises today as Tony Stark announces his newest device. More on that at six. Today is a wonderful day at the North Carolina Zoo as we welcome Charlie, a newborn giraffe, into the world. Happy birthday, Charlie."
She frowned at the long-necked creature nuzzling a smaller version of itself. Never before had she seen such a being, but she found it strangely adorable in its odd way. "Seems I have a lot more to learn than I thought…" She hit the button he had showed her to change what he called "channels" and paused to see if it caught her interest. She looked on in wonder as a crowd of people chanted for a man called "Jerry" as a woman attempted to fight with another woman, apparently over yet another man. "Now I see why Loki despises Midgardians, if they're all wild animals like this…"
She sipped her drink and observed various other channels for hours, absorbing what information she could. She found that their daily lives weren't too much different from the life of an Asgardian. Instead of roaming a marketplace, they visited places that housed all their various needs in one location. They didn't have healers, but they did have doctors. Their guards were policemen, and their king was president. While all the channels were fascinating in their own right, she stopped short when she heard sounds she herself had made almost a full day ago. "What on Asgard…?" Her interest immediately piqued due to the third glass of brandy in her hand, she dropped the remote and stared as she saw just exactly what she had done herself.
In doing so, she didn't hear the front door open again, nor did she hear a trademark chuckle of utter amusement.
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