They Called Me Cold, They Called Him a Liar

Do I hate her?

The suspense! Who is this mysterious duo? What does this have to do with Sydney?

I'm sorry about the little screw up with the last chapter, I can't change it from private, do any of you know how to do that? THANKS A BUNCH FOR ANY COMMENTS/FEEDBACK!!!  :) You guys rock.

As many of you know, this is a mash-up of ideas and writing from me, but also my AMAZING friend, triathelete2383. (She may do most of the Loki P.O.V.)

Please remember, any feedback to help me improve is most welcome!

-Dakoda

Sydney's P.O.V.

My giddiness wears off as Thor and I walk through the ancient halls to the throne room, leaving Loki behind.

I don't get what his problem is, he thinks I'm annoying or something.

Thor tugs on my arm, and I follow him around the corner.

A huge set of double doors engraved with beautiful patters opens as we approach, and my eyes sparkle with wonder at the room behind the doors.

Wide columns support a vaulted ceiling, and create a corridor leading to a magnificent throne, on which a bearded man sits. Truth be told, he looks like pirate Santa.

"That is the all-father, Odin. Also, my father." Thor explains quietly, as we walk in between the pillars of gold.

"My son, you have returned! But not empty handed." Pirate Santa booms, his voice loud in the empty hall. I can't tell if he's happy or angry, only that he's loud.

Thor steps up, bowing. "She belongs here, Father, not on Midgard. The climate is too much, and the Jotunheim has been abandoned for years." He claims, facing the king.

Odin's face becomes grave, and he stands, approaching us with an aura of power following him.

I shrink back, hiding from his presence from behind Thor as Odin's soul-shadow thingy jumps at my eyes, and I read it carefully.

Harsh, powerful, but gentle with those he loves, caring. The king is a fair one, too serious though. But something balances that out.

"By the gods, stop scaring the poor girl!" A woman's voice call out, stopping Odin in his tracks.

A woman approaches, old age showing in her posture rather than face.

"Frigga, this beast does not belong in the kingdom!" he barks, but she doesn't stop marching.

Frigga stops beside me, and gently strokes my back soothingly. So this is what balances him.

"As Thor said, she has no where else to go," she says, persuading the king. "An we shall accept her. And for asguard's sake, do not call her a beast! She's so adorable, and I've always wanted a daughter. She will train with our sons, and that is final!" she snaps the last part, and I see Odin start at her harsh tone.

Why is she fighting for me? She literally just walked in on the conversation.

"Thor, didn't you say you came to earth to get me?" I ask, whispering it into his ear.

"Well, I was supposed to drop you off in the Jotunheim." he whispers back.

"And another thing," Odin starts talking again."What of our son Loki?" The all-father demands, his one eye glaring into the queen's two.

Frigga laughs, and she removes her hand from my back. "He received his punishment, being stuck in the realm he failed to conquer for over two years? I believe his time as a criminal is over."