You tentatively reached out a finger and brushed Loki's arm. As you had suspected, blue rippled across both of your skins, your eyes turning red from the contact with another Jotun.

"So there was another," you and Loki both said, wonder in your tone and confusion in his.

Clint snorted. "They're in sync and all that shit."

You both glared at him at the same time, which made him crack up even more.

"Shut the fuck up, Katniss," you muttered, making Tony Stark laugh.

Surrounded by Avengers was not how you'd envisioned your first meeting with another Jotun, nor your first with any of Laufey's kin.

To be fair, you hadn't thought they'd be the same meeting.

"Who are you?" Loki asked.

"Y/N Y/L/N."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful Frost Maiden."

"I have no intention of befriending you, Laufeyson," you spat, turning your head away as his very name brought back memories of your mother's death.

Tears began to prick your eyes, and you turned them to ice, hoping no one noticed as you swiped them away and threw them to the side.

I will not cry, not before him.

"And why is that?"

"I will never befriend one of Laufey's line," you levelled a glare at him, before turning away, walking a few steps from the group to regain your composure.

"Get him in chains!" Captain America ordered, and soon the other Avengers broke out in small talk discussing what to do with him.

"Hey, Frosty," you heard Clint's voice. "Sorry for being an asshole."

"That's fine." You leaned a palm against one of the windows, staring out at the ruined landscape of New York.

This city, this place, which you had thought of as your home, you had realised was nothing of the sort, and you silently struggled with where to go from here.

"What's your deal with Loki?" Clint asked bluntly.

"It's nothing tha-"

"Clearly not nothing if he's making you cry."

Your head snapped to the side at his words. Clearly, the archer was more observant than you'd given him credit for.

You sighed, giving in. "His father killed mine. And he then killed my mother, right in front of me, when I was a mere child. Because of his father, I lived in an awful, abusive orphanage for more than a decade. I will never be anything more than the enemy of a Laufeyson."

Realising you'd perhaps said too much, you snapped your mouth shut, breathing deeply in a failing attempt to regain your composure

Clint stared at your outburst. Then he gave you a hug that wasn't romantic at all, but fatherly and friendly. "That sucks, Y/N. I'm sorry."

"You weren't the one who slaughtered my father. It wasn't your doing, you needn't apologise."

"Then I'll skewer him for you," Clint offered.

You burst out laughing. "I think I can do that myself."

"That you can."

Loki stared at you and Clint laughing, and he felt a prick of jealously in his chest.

Wait, what? His flirting had been for the purposes of making you malleable, persuadable. There was no need for emotional investment in some random woman just because she'd experienced his pain and loneliness.

"Ahem," he coughed, waving his now restrained hands around in a frankly sad attempt at distracting himself from his thoughts. "If we must go, may we do it quickly?"

You scowled at him. "Then get up, Laufeyson."

"I do have a name, you know," he rolled his eyes at you, hoping it would have some affect on him.

"Yep!" you grinned. "Laufeyson."

He sighed, giving up.

"Lady Y/N," Thor took you aside as Clint and Loki, who was now muzzled, tried to stare each other down. "I have a request."

"You do?"

"I think you should come back to Asgard with Loki and I. You belong there, not on Midgard, and a self-respecting Maiden like you certainly doesn't belong in Jotunheim."

You looked over at the other Avengers in hesitation, and then realised that he was right. You didn't belong here, and you really never had. "Okay. I'll come with you."

Thor hugged you with all his crushing enthusiasm, and then sent you to stand next to Loki. Much to your embarrassment, Thor made you cling to the Jotun's arm as you teleported back to Asgard with the Tesseract.

"For practical reasons," he explained, though he didn't bother to elaborate on what those reasons were.

It was dizzying, the swirls of colour surround the three of you as you flew through the air. You wrapped your arms tighter around Loki, because as much as you hated it, if you let go, you'd probably get dumped on Svartalfheim or some shit.

The streaking lights disappeared and the three of you landed in a heap in some kind of throne room. Surprisingly, the fall hadn't hurt. Something had stopped you from contact-

"If you could get off my chest that would be much appreciated," someone said dryly from underneath you.

Your eyes widened as you looked into Loki's beautiful (no, Y/N, stop) blue eyes, and you realised that you were sitting on his chest.

"Done," you rolled to the side, giving an oof as your bruised body hit the ground.

Suddenly, a spear was pointed into your face and your eyes widened, having not even been given a moment to defend yourself.

An authoritative voice ordered "Do not move."

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