. . .May 2nd, 2011. . .

Fate cannot be tempted. That, I should have known. Knight and I had a budding friendship instead of a romantic relationship since I am still getting to know her. There was something about her that made me feel happy and in of needed company. There was a hole in my life that she filled. I was attending Thor's coronation when . . . There was a rather large boom from the vault that got everyone's attention.

If my skin could get any paler, it would have done so.

No!

THIS SHOULDN'T BE HAPPENING.

Now imagine Odin cutting himself off at the point of 'king of—' then saying 'the vault'.

King of the vault?

Now that tops the cake when telling a joke.

Thor, protector of the nine realms. . . king of the vault.

Afterwards I sat on the little staircase near the table of food.

"This shouldn't happen." I said, rubbing on my forehead with my elbow on my knee.

"Jotuns attacking father's vault?" Thor said. "They must pay!"

Months ago, of course, I had approached Odin and told him that I knew the truth about my heritage. I hadn't told Thor, yet. I stood up feeling rage. Pure hot rage circulated through my hands. After all I had done to prevent a series of events! To prevent a near genocide of Jotuns! The concealment spell hadn't worn off. . . yet. The events were set into motion. Had Q lied to me? Probably. After all, he is the source of inspiration.

"Okay, Brother," I said. "I know what I am and I feel most insulted to be a Jotun. Making them pay is not going to do any good!" I gestured over to the doors. "The only thing you will do is screw up and be banished to Midgard! I do not want that. Trust me on this; they are not worth your time."

Thor had a dumbstruck expression.

"How. . ." Thor said, in shock.

The Warriors three came into the room.

"Are we going or not?" Fandral asked.

Thor turned away from me.

"Yes." Thor said.

The three except for Sif left.

"Loki, are you going?" Sif asked.

I looked up toward Sif with a pained look in my eye.

"Someone has to make sure he doesn't get himself killed." I said.

"You are right." Sif said.

I had to tell.

"And Sif. . ."

"Yes?"

"I am a Jotun."

I went right past the shocked woman. Mother told me if I wanted to embrace my Jotun side, I had to own up to it and say it. At least in the screwed up timeline. I told mother about where I was going with brother and requested she told father. A plan formulated in my head. I had to take the fall for Thor. This could be the last time mother sees me without any machine parts, hindered by a machine, or a mortal being.

I hugged mother and told her I loved her.

Mother was surprised by the sudden form of affection then I went off.