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_{It had been a year. Exactly a year, in midgardian time mesurement, since she had left Asgard. She had given up on the Æsir. She wasn’t considered one of them anyway. All they did was call her when she was needed, she’d spend an unnecessary amount of energy healing them, and then go back to her little spot next to all of Frigga’s handmaidens. She knew she was more than that.}

_{So finding herself a place in midgard was the answer. She knew sooner or later Asgard would fall, and she’d be there to heal  the humans, be seen as a deity herself. It was all a matter of time. And everything was going so well, until he appeared. Tall, black hair, lean, slender figure. She knew who it was. And he was coming for her.}

_{“What are you doing here?”}

       _{Loki had a plan. Of all the things that had occurred in Asgard, of all the things that caused progress to steadily decline; of everything that stood in his way; he had slipped past them. And he had a plan. It had been fabricated from the tarnished strips from previous plots, yes; pieced together with it’s predecessors like some gothic monster; but this time, he knew, he simply knew,it was going to work.}

                                             _{All he needed, would be willing participants.}

_{And so, the banished and the deserters would be where the Jotun King would begin. He would start with those that wished it would end.}

                  _{“I do many things on Midgard, from time to time.
                          It’s… hardly a surprise, that I’m here now.”}

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