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"So, you are the left for dead child, the son of Laufey the Jotun King? Loki, it, that doesn't change anything." She said and he snorted at her words, as the ice-blue skin and his red eyes were swiftly fading, and Loki shakes his head.

"I was born your sworn enemy, the son of the Asgardian Armies greatest of opponents, the direct opposition to you and yet it changes nothing to you and your opinions? Odin took me out of Jotunheim the day, that he took the Casket." He said and she shakes her head at his self-loathing tone of voice now.

"My opinions? I am not a clipboard that has been written on, Loki. I am one of the warriors of Asgard and I'm not going to abandon my best friend, just because he is a Jotun. That isn't me." She said and he looked at her, as his eyes were uncertain and she looks at the Casket right behind him. "That is your birthright, Loki. But as far as anyone else knows and as far as I am concerned, you are still Loki of Asgard and still the son of Odin." She said and he blinked quickly at her, as he looked slightly worried now.

"He said that he wanted to unite the two kingdoms in a permanent peace or something. Through me, in his eye and great mind, he thought that it was worth a try." He said and there was a cold anger now, as she was standing next to the door. "Are you lying to me?" He asked and she scoffed loudly, as she shakes her head and one of her daggers appeared in midair, inscribed with the runes of her greatest qualities, the ones that her father had given her.

"I'm the goddess of truth and the fighter, that believes in just combat and justice. Besides, how could I lie to the God of Mischief?" She asked, as he shrugged a bit. "Just as I can see all of the lies behind your illusions, you can do the same with lies. If anybody ever lies to you, you would have been onto them within a moment. It is not in my nature to lie, just as it is not exactly in your nature to tell the truth." She said and he chuckled a bit, and she opened her arms and he hugged her.

"That was never my strongest suit being honest. With Father or Mother, or even with you." He said as she was smiling a little bit.

"I understand. But now, you are the ruler of Asgard in your great Father's stead. With Thor banished, you have to take the throne." She said and his eyes widened very slightly, and he would just look silently at the Casket behind him. "Hey, it is what in front of you that matters. The past cannot be changed, but the future can. You are the King of Asgard and you will be given Gungnir." She murmured and he hugged her tightly.

"What would I do without you?" He asked and she scoffed quietly, as she clapped him on the shoulder.

"More like where would you be? You would be dead about a hundred times over, if it wasn't for me." She stated as he smiled, and they both walked from the Weapons Vault swiftly.

"Allfather, we must speak with you urgently..." Sif looked clearly stunned into silence, at the sight of Loki sitting on Odin's throne now and with Gungnir held in his left hand, no less. "Drina, what is the meaning of this?" She questions at once, as Drina was standing directly to Loki's left, as his Commander of Armies, the same position that her father held for Odin, before he passed it down to her which also stung Conor's pride a good deal.

"You would choose a woman to be your Commander of all of the, your Armies in Asgard over a man?" The outrage was clear on Conor's face, and Loki's, his showed almost no emotions at all, for anyone to see.

"That woman as you choose to belittle her with, I trust more than any person here. Man or woman. Lord or lady. In the absence of my Father, I am King. I trust that you will bring any problems now, to me." Loki stated calmly, as he looked at the group of Thor's friends and brothers and sister in arms, as the group, now decides rather silently about what to do with their requests now.

The others led Sif and Conor away before they could attack Loki and an eerily silent Drina, who had said not a single word throughout their rather ugly encounter.

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