Chapter 1 - Love and Forgive, Never Trust

The morning dawned fresh and golden in Asgard, sweeping away the spring's night chill and leaving dewdrops glittering on the grass and spring birds serenading the Realm. Today was the third day of Princess Althea's residence in Asgard. Today was the day that the Avengers—minus Thor—would return to Earth. But that was for later in the evening. This morning was intended to be filled with good food, storytelling, talk amongst old comrades, and surreptitious observation of the green-eyed prince and his bride. Seeing the change in Loki's demeanor when he spent any amount of time with Thea fascinated everyone.

Thor stepped into the dining hall a few hours after dawn and smiled to see Steven, Tony, Banner, and Coulson enjoying breakfast with Thor's brothers. The twins, Hermod and Balder, had taken a liking to young Captain Rogers during his brief stay. They were—relatively—close in age, and Steven seemed to relax around the twins in a way he rarely did among his fellow Avengers. Perhaps because, like Steven, Hermod and Balder had seen battle, lost friends, and suffered the effects of being nearly immortal when so many of the things they loved and treasured were not.

Tony had hit it off immediately with Tyr, Odin's eldest son, and now the two of them laughed uproariously at some ribald joke. Volstagg and Fandral joined in. Banner, usually so reserved, smiled at whatever Tony had said. Hogun, a match for Banner's quietude, smiled as well.

Víðarr sat a little ways apart, enjoying breakfast with his wife, Bellalyse. Sif ate quietly as well. Thor noticed two empty seats on her left and another on her right. Smiling, he took the single seat on the right, which put him between the warrior maiden and Coulson.

"Good morning, Sif," Thor said as a serving maid brought a platter of breakfast meats and another server brought a bowl of fruit. He nodded to his Midgardian friend. "Son of Coul."

Coulson smiled. "Son of Odin." Then that smile sharpened at one corner into a smirk. "Donald."

Thor grinned. "It was a clever ruse, was it not?"

A minute shake of the head made the crown prince smile even wider. "We flagged your identity as false the moment we ran it through our computers. We knew you were lying. We just wanted to see what you intended to do once you were out. We didn’t expect you to get Dr. Selvig drunk."

With a shrug and a smile, Thor said, "We drank, we fought. He made his ancestors proud. It was a good day, despite everything that had happened." Such as hearing—and believing—that his father was dead. An echo of that old pain tightened like an iron band across his chest before the prince shoved it away. His father was well, his twin brother returned to him. He had new kin in the form of his sister-in-law and little Sophie. Things were good now. Despite the conflicts sweeping through the Nine Realms, despite the whispers at court because Loki had been released from prison, today life was good.

And life got a bit better when a delighted squeal echoed through the dining hall. Small feet tapped sharp and quick on the smooth, stone floor as the voice of a young child cried, "Unka Tor!" Thor twisted around on the dining bench in time to scoop up a small toddler in a green and gold dress, hoisting her into his arms so that her sable curls bounced and she squealed happily. Emerald eyes just like her father's sparkled with excitement.

"An escaped prisoner, I see," Thor said with a grin. Sophie giggled and slid her arms around Thor's neck. "And where, pray tell, are your wardens?" Blue eyes followed the little finger that pointed toward the entrance to the dining hall. A tight knot of something, something that the Asgardian always carried in his chest when Loki was out of his sight, suddenly eased and uncoiled.

Loki stood in the shadow of the wide doorway, a soft look on his usually aloof features. Thin lips curved into a smile as he spoke quietly to the slender woman beside him—Thea. Her silvery blue eyes danced as she wriggled like an excited child. She seemed to be pleading with Loki for something. The Frost Giant sighed and took Thea's hand, brushing his lips across her knuckles. Thea's eyebrows rose and pressed her lips together in a comical expression that made Loki sigh again, roll his eyes, and nod. She made a squeaking sound that drew everyone's attention as she threw her arms around Loki's neck.

"Daddy say Mommy can tell now," Sophie murmured, beaming. "Good. Secrets is hard to keep secret."

Thor frowned at her. "What secret, little one?"

Instead of answering, Sophie gasped and clapped her hands to her mouth. She gazed up at her favorite uncle with wide eyes and shook her head, making a funny, muffled sound of negation. But then she smiled a sly sort of smile, one that fairly screamed I know something you don’t know, and giggled.

Adopting a mock-fierce scowl, Thor growled, "What secret?" He tickled Sophie's ribs and she laughed.

"Not telling, not telling! Daddy! Unka Tor trying make me tell!"

"I will take that," Loki said, drawing near and plucking Sophie from Thor's lap. "Thank you." Settling his daughter on his hip, Loki smiled at her. "There; you're safe now, darling." Sophie snuggled against him. Thor chuckled; they'd learned in the single full day the little family had been in this Realm that once she latched on, it would take the strength of ten Asgardians to pry Sophie off of the father she'd only found two days ago.

Balder propped his elbows on the table, since Frigga wasn’t there to chastise him. Smiling at his brothers, he asked, "What secret is the little princess referring to, Loki? Tell us."

Hermod nodded. "Yes, you must tell. What is it?"

Loki glanced at Thea, who slowly—almost shyly—approached the breakfast table. His entire body, usually held sharp and rigid, ready for a battle with anyone who might try to match that icy temper and infamously venomous tongue…suddenly went soft and loose. A smile that was becoming increasingly familiar spread across the pale face. Emerald eyes warmed like sunlight through green glass. But there was something more than tenderness in Loki's expression now. Something more than love in his gaze. Adoration melted the harshness from his features as he held out a hand to Thea, who threaded her fingers through his as she drew near.

"Do you wish to tell them?" Loki asked. Thor noticed the way he tucked Thea against his side as if sheltering her; the way his thumb brushed gently back and forth across the back of her hand.

This was the hand, the crown prince realized, that she'd burned so badly as a little girl. He couldn’t see her palm, but one side of her hand was smooth and almost shiny, covered in scarring from the burn she had sustained once when her eldest brother had been practicing with his mutant powers. It was also the hand that bore her gold wedding ring with its vivid emerald glinting like a green star when she moved her heart-finger.

Thea opened her mouth, shot a wary look at Coulson of all people, and closed it again. Coulson raised an eyebrow before focusing on Loki. The fostered prince suddenly stiffened beneath that cool gaze. Thea glanced at her husband, then at her adoptive father. Coulson took a sip from his mug.

"Phillip, son of Coul," Loki said, his voice strained. "I owe you a great deal. I must ask your pardon for—"

"The really big scar on my chest?" Coulson asked without inflection. He shrugged. "Felt like I was dying…but I didn't. And the only reason I didn’t was because you healed me. And the only reason I got my daughter back was because you sent me to go find her. You kept her alive in that place. You kept her and Sophie alive. You don't owe me anything. I'm the one who owes you, since apparently the illusion thing you made of me ended up shooting you through a wall."

Loki huffed a laugh. The tension seeped out of him like poison draining from a wound. "Well, I did infuse it with your memories and personality."

"That means if it had really been you, you would've shot him too, Phil," Thea said with a grin. She shook her head. "Shame, shame, shame. Good thing we got married before you got your hands on a shotgun." Coulson grinned back at her.

Sophie stared at her grandfather with eyes so wide Thor thought they might pop out of her head. "Gampa…you shoot Daddy?"

Coulson eyed his granddaughter. Thor had the suspicion he'd momentarily forgotten about her, since she was half-hidden by Loki's body. "Uh…with a water pistol. Got him all wet. It was terrible. I ruined his hair."

A disdainful sniff from the prince in question. "Alas. My hair. The horror."

"You're not going to distract us," Tyr said around a large mouthful of sausage. Sophie made a face at her uncle's manners. "Tell us this secret."

Silvery blue eyes flicked to Coulson again as Thea and Loki took the two empty seats on Sif's left, putting Sif between Thea and Thor. Thea made stalling noises while she accepted a plate of sausage and eggs and a bowl of creamy, honeyed porridge. At Loki's quiet insistence, she also got a mug of fresh milk. A sliver of suspicion wiggled into the back of Thor's mind. They had a secret…Loki seemed impossibly happy…Thea seemed concerned about Coulson's reaction to the secret, whatever it was…and now Loki was insisting Thea drink milk instead of cider or juice…

Thea brushed back a lock of hair and took a sip of milk. "Wow. This does not taste like the milk at home. This stuff is way better." She took another sip and appeared to be trying to hide in the cup when Tyr cleared his throat and gave her a fond look. She sighed. "Okay, so…well, see, Loki has really strong magic."

Thor's brows rose toward his hairline. Not what he'd expected her to say.

"And his magic is really good for different things, like…sensing stuff. Right when it happens." Thea was eyeing her father now, who'd pursed his lips and sat watching her with patient eyes, like a fox watching the entrance to a rabbit's den. Slowly, one brow began to slide up his forehead. Thea swallowed. "So that's how we know that…that even though it's only been about forty-eight hours…Dad, stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you're about to ground me," she muttered, smiling and eating some scrambled eggs. "I'm twenty-seven. A grownup. I moved out two days ago. And I have a job and everything. Well, had a job. I guess I have a new job. Anyway, you can't ground me for this. I'm a grownup. So you can't."

Coulson smiled. "Let me be the judge of that. What can't I ground you for?"

"Well…okay, don't freak out. But I'm, uh…we are—"

Exasperated with her mother's nervous dance of words, Sophie made an impatient noise and cried, "Mommy gonna have a baby!"

Everyone froze. Coulson's eyes widened almost imperceptibly. The corner of his mouth twitched. He shot Loki a look, but Loki was busy worshipping Thea with his gaze and didn’t appear to notice. Thor had to wonder if Loki would notice the crown prince thwacking him on the head a few times with Mjölnir. He doubted it.

The SHIELD agent said, "You guys are already planning another kid? You just got back together. Live a little bit first. Have a second honeymoon. You've still got the little hellion to worry about." To Loki he added, "Once she gets used to you, the hijinks start. Trust me."

Thea glanced at Sophie, now sitting half on her mother's lap and half on Loki's. She brushed a gentle hand over Sophie's hair before looking back to her father. "No, we're not planning on having another kid. We didn’t plan this. The beginning of the second honeymoon sort of took care of it for us."

There was approximately twenty seconds of silence, and then everyone seemed to grasp what Thea was saying all in one instant. Everyone started talking at once, asking questions, congratulating them, but Coulson's voice could be heard above the rest. "You're pregnant again? Your mother is going to be thrilled, but Theo's going to come after you."

The former mortal groaned and dropped her face into her hands. From a little ways down the table, Tyr asked, "Who is Theo?"

"My twin brother and a world champion pain in the neck. He loves to tease people about everything. He was horrible with Sophie and Ashley," she added with a rueful smile and a shake of her head. "I still remember when he told them where rainbows come from. Jeez. Yeah, he's going to be cracking jokes about me being preggers after being here for only a couple days. The only reason we even know is because of Loki's magic."

Bellalyse pushed back her dark hair. With an inviting smile, she said, "Well, this is wonderful! Víðarr and I were going to make our own announcement this morning, as well." And Víðarr gave Bellalyse the same sort of syrupy look Loki was currently bestowing on Thea.

The congratulations began all over again. Sophie wriggled off the bench to trot over to Bellalyse and look up at her with solemn green eyes for a long moment. The former Vanir smiled beatifically at the child. Sophie cocked her head like a little bird puzzling something out. She looked at Bellalyse, then at her mother, then back to Bellalyse. Finally she said, "You gonna have a baby too?"

"That's right."

"When…when da baby comes, I can touch it?" Sophie asked hopefully. "An' say hi? We be friends?"

"Of course," Bellalyse murmured. "That would be wonderful."

Sophie nodded. "Yeah. I like babies." She raced back to her parents and climbed back onto their laps. In between grunts of effort, she managed to say, "Mommy, Mommy! There be two babies now!"

Thea kissed the top of her daughter's head. "That's right. Two babies. You'll have two new friends in a little while."

At that, Sophie grew solemn again. "But…but Ashy still my best friend." Sophie frowned. A tiny wrinkle formed between her little black eyebrows. "Mommy…can Ashy spend da night here? Wif me? I miss her."

"I know, baby," Thea said. She exchanged a glance with Loki, who hesitated before giving her a look that suggested caution. Thea nodded over Sophie's head and added, "We'll talk to Grandpa Odin about it later, okay? See what he says. There might be a rule against it or something. So we'll have to see."

The little girl nodded again with a small sigh before snagging a spoon and scooping up a mouthful of porridge. "Mmm," she said, and swallowed. "I like porridge." She beamed up at her mother. "Is just right. Like in da story."

"Okay, before I get distracted," Banner said, breaking his silence to venture into the conversation. Up until this point, he'd only opened his mouth to eat and to congratulate Thea and Bellalyse. "Thea, you mentioned something about your brother and his explanation for rainbows? What's that about?"

A heavy sigh. "I'm gonna let Sophie explain that one. Sophie, honey. You remember when you asked Uncle Theo where rainbows come from?"

Mouth full of porridge, Sophie nodded. She swallowed audibly and then, to Thor's surprise, actually wiped her mouth with a napkin without having to be reminded. But then the Asgardian remembered that, like Thea, Sophie had a photographic memory. Of course she would remember something like that. Covering her mouth to stifle a tiny burp, Sophie fiddled with her spoon while she said, "Yeah. He fibbed."

"And what did he say?" Thea asked. "Tell Dr. Bruce what he said."

Twisting to get a better look at Banner, Sophie said, "So, so…so Unka Teo said that rainbows, that rainbows come from water monsters. An' they k'nap fairies an' smush dem up inside big cans full of poison," at this point Thea was massaging her temples, "an' then dey make paints outta fairy blood an' then they put invisible chains on little invisible air fairy people an' paint rainbows on 'em."

The adults stared at the child for several long moments before focusing on Thea, who looked torn between wanting to slam her head into the tabletop and crawling under the table to hide.

"Holy shi—shipwrecks," Tony muttered. "Your brother's got problems, Princess."

Thea nodded as if she'd heard that said many times. "His power gives him an unhealthy—at least I think it's unhealthy—preoccupation with creepy stuff. Like, he's the one who showed Sophie the movie Igor."

"Puh da sitch!" Sophie cried, grinning.

Her mother grinned back. "Eva!"

"Nooo, not Eva! Evil! S'posed to be evil!" Sophie complained, thunking her head back against Thea's chest hard enough to make Thea grunt.

"Just wait till you're a teenager, baby-cakes," Thea said with a grin. "Then you'll really think I'm evil."

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The wind slashed through Theodore Valerian's windbreaker as he stepped out of his truck in the empty beach parking lot. Trees ringing the lot leaned into the harsh gale, which kicked up bits of dirt and stank of dampness. Rain was coming. Hopefully he'd get out of this place before it hit. He didn’t want to do this meeting, but he'd talked it over with Fury, with his mother, with Phil. It needed to happen. They needed to figure out who this person was that kept trying to contact him. Why Theo? Most people didn’t know what he could do. He kept his powers hidden for a reason. His claim to fame was the haunted house he erected every year for trick-or-treaters. So why did this guy keep coming to him?

A sleek black Mercedes pulled up a few yards away. Tension crept through Theo's body, squirmed like maggots in his stomach. He wished Thea was with him. Her empathy was a lot stronger than his, and her gift with memories basically gave her delayed telepathy; she'd have been able to get a better gauge on this bozo, whoever he was.

But Thea was in Asgard, where she needed to be. Life on Earth—or Midgard, whatever—hadn’t been good to her. She'd been haunted by nightmares practically every night, she'd had flashbacks sometimes to when those alien freaks had tortured her. She'd struggled to put the weight back on that she'd lost during captivity. It had taken her nearly six months to open up and talk about any of it to anyone, even him. Even their mom. And even though Theo's empathy wasn’t top-notch, he'd felt her longing and terror for Sophie's dad every day.

Thea needed to be in Asgard with Loki, her husband. Theo just wished he didn’t miss his twin so much.

The sound of a slamming car door snagged his attention and he focused on the man getting out of the front passenger side of the Mercedes. Tall, broad-shouldered, probably weighing in at around two-fifty, the guy was arrogance and danger stacked on top of solid muscle. A finely tailored black suit hid any weapons, but Theo knew the guy was armed. Had to be.

As he watched with gunmetal gray eyes, another man got out of the back of the Mercedes. Theo could still see the vague outline of the driver through the tinted windshield, and only because of his mutation—shadows weren’t a problem when he wanted to see something. But he logged the fact that there were at least three guys here into the back of his mind, then focused on the guy who'd contacted him.

The creep-factor was off the charts, just like he'd told his mom and Joie. Whoever this guy was, he was bad news—like, enjoyed setting cats on fire, bad. Theo watched him approach, all smooth in a black business suit with a swanky gray briefcase, a weird orange thing pinned to his lapel. A microphone? Maybe. Theo logged that away in his head, too. He took a moment to decide whether running a hand through his brown hair would make him seem insecure, but then the wind whipped it into his face, so he decided it didn’t matter and swiped at it, wishing his hair was long enough to pull back like his brother Austin's.

When the businessman held out a hand for Theo to shake, he took it. Squeezed hard. He wanted this guy to think he was a hulking meathead, not the thinker living with Thea had forced him to become. Having a genius with mind-powers for a sister made pulling pranks on her pretty difficult, after all. If this dude thought Theo was just a muscle-bound moron, it would make it easier to slip information out of him.

But it was bizarre how icy the guy's hand was. Almost like it was made out of metal. But it wasn't. Couldn’t have been. It gave like flesh. And yet…

"Mr. Valerian, good to see you," the guy said. His black hair was slicked back, curling up a little where it brushed the collar of his suit-jacket. His sallow skin made him look a little less impressive and a lot creepier. Theo knew he wasn’t imagining the thinnest of crimson rings around the man's dark blue eyes, which made them look faintly purple. "My employers were happy to hear back from you, of course. Have you changed your mind about helping us procure the information we talked about?"

"Yeah, about that," Theo said. He shifted his jaw back and forth and furrowed his brows like he was thinking hard. "What exactly do you want with my sister's journals, anyway? All she talks about is some guy she met while she was on vacation wherever."

The businessman—he'd never given Theo his name, which didn’t spooky at all, oh no—offered a grim-reaper sort of smile. "Does she ever mention his name? Or give an initial? Anything? We're very interested in this man she met. He's a dangerous mutant that my employers are interested in helping the government to apprehend."

A tiny raindrop splatted Theo on the forehead. He forced himself not to shiver. The guy was lying; he didn’t need empathy to figure that out. But all he said was, "She calls him 'L.' What kind of Nancy-boy name starts with L, anyway?" Stupid question, of course. There were plenty of masculine names beginning with every letter of the alphabet. But dumb questions like that helped push the image that a) Theo was an idiot and b) he didn’t really care much for his sister's choices.

That grim-reaper smile flashed like cold starlight on a knife blade. "That confirms our findings, then, as to the identity of the man who impregnated Ms. Valerian. We were fairly certain, but we wanted to be sure before we tried to contact her."

"Wait," Theo said, forcing down a sudden sizzle of panic. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Thea had had a kid, but why were these guys looking into it? He kept up his dumb-jock persona as he asked, "You know the douche bag who knocked up my sister? 'Cause me and that dipstick need to have a conversation. Family honor and all that crap."

Mr. McCreepy shook his head almost indulgently. "Don’t concern yourself with that man. He's too dangerous for someone, even a mutant like you, to tangle with. Illusions won't help you in a fight against him. He's not a threat at the moment, but we have reason to believe he might become one in the near future. That's one of the reasons my employer wants to speak with your sister, Mr. Valerian. It is imperative that we speak to her."

Theo scoffed, feigning exasperation, but cold sweat trickled down the back of his neck. "She's out of town or something. Meeting some guy. She didn't tell me where. Kept whining about how she needed a break from living under our mom's thumb and she couldn’t stand it anymore and blah-blah, whine-whine. Wouldn’t shut up."

A piece of cream-colored cardstock shot out of the guy's sleeve and appeared between his bony fingers with the speed of a butterfly knife stabbing an innocent bystander. Theo's entire body flinched, waiting for a knife between the ribs. The cold, deadly smile widened. "If you get in touch with her," the guy added, "call me at this number." Theo scanned the words slashed in black ink across the card.

Mr. Eric Williams

Oscorp
Manhattan, NY
555-1962

"Remember, Mr. Valerian," Williams—this guy had to be Williams—said with that same death-like smile. "It's very important that we get in touch with your sister before things…go too far. Thank you for talking to us. Mr. Osborne and Dr. Werner are very pleased with your cooperation. We'll be seeing you."

Even though every instinct screamed at him not to turn his back on Williams, Theo got back in his truck and started the engine. The black Mercedes pulled out of the beach parking lot. Theo let out a breath.

Williams…he knew that name, didn't he? Because of Cleo, his little sister with her love of all things tech. There was a famous technology company attached to Stark Industries with that name in it. Williams Innovations. But that was run by Mr. Simon Williams. Cleo had done a report on him a month ago for school. But she'd said that the CEO's brother worked for Norman Osborne. Every mutant who'd ever attended Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters knew that Norman Osborne was a bad guy.

But Werner…who was this Dr. Werner?

Thea, he thought, wishing his twin was still on Earth. I think you might be in some real trouble this time. Then again, he added, putting the truck into reverse and pulling out of his parking space, maybe we all are. I'm just glad Sophie's got you, Loki, and the Avengers looking out for her. Because if these guys want you, they probably want her, too.

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That final night in Asgard, after a farewell feast, the royal family themselves—along with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three—escorted Coulson and the Midgardian Avengers to the gleaming golden dome of the Bifröst Gatehouse. While Banner, the Man of Iron, and the young captain said their farewells to the Asgardian crown prince, Thea went to stand with Coulson. Thor kept an eye on Thea while he laughed and jested with the Avengers; her face seemed drawn, her eyes shadowed as she put her arms around her adoptive father.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Tony murmured, eyeing Thea and the SHIELD agent. Sophie lay in Loki's arms, her head resting on his shoulder, looking as unhappy as her mother. It made sense she wouldn’t want to say goodbye to her grandfather; she'd live in her grandparents' home nearly her entire life. But why did Thea look so pensive?

"I am not sure," Thor replied softly. "But Loki and I will look after her. My mother and Bellalyse will, as well."

"What about the midget?"

"We will look after her, as well," Thor said. "Thank you for your aid in finding my sister, Anthony Stark." He looked to Bruce and Stephen. "Bruce Banner. Stephen Rogers. You have my eternal gratitude—"

"And mine," a soft voice broke into the conversation. The four men turned to see Loki, his daughter actually asleep now, standing near them. His shadowed, verdant eyes seemed to gleam. Loki was still thin, Thor thought. His eyes were still a bit sunken, the bones of his face protruded a little too far, and his skin lacked healthy color. But the half-mad agony that had been in his eyes until two days ago was gone now. Replacing it was contentment, peace. "Tell Nicholas Fury that if the Avengers ever require my aid, they have it."

To Thor's surprise, Tony held out a hand to Loki. Loki stared at it for a moment as if he didn’t quite know what it was for. Then he shifted a slumbering Sophie to free one of his arms, reached out, and grasped the Man of Iron's hand firmly in his. Tony shook it. His normally cocky expression had sobered. His eyes smoldered. "I never lost the woman I love. I hope I never do. But I thought I did, once. And I had to watch while my enemies hurt her to get to me. I don't know what I would've done to get her back, to protect her. Fury's not sure he can trust you, and maybe we can't. But I'm willing to give it a shot, because I get it."

Loki nodded. "Yes. I can see you do. Thank you, Man of Iron."

"Yeah," Thea said, approaching and laying her head against Loki's shoulder opposite Sophie. "Thank you. All of you."

Tony smiled and shrugged. Bruce offered his typical, shy smile. Stephen offered his own shrug. "It's what we do, ma'am. Thor's one of us, and now Loki is, too. We look after our own." He held out a hand for Loki to shake. "We'll see you around."

Bruce held something out to the fostered prince. "If we need you, these cards are how we'll contact you. Thor, here's one for you, too." He held out two small things, perhaps four inches long and two inches wide. One had Loki's image somehow magically portrayed in the corner, though it was an image of him from just before the Chitauri invasion. The other had another such picture of Thor in the corner. Written in metallic letters across each was the word Avengers. A series of small, black, glass dots ran along the bottom of both "cards." A cluster of tiny, shallow holes marred the corners opposite each picture. Loki and Thor took them, staring at them. "If you ever hear it say 'Avengers, assemble,' it means you're needed."

Thea's slim, dark brow quirked upward. A smirk curved her lips. "'Avengers, assemble?' Seriously?"

"It was Fury's idea," Tony grumbled, shooting his hands up and holding them palm-out as if to wash his hands of the whole affair. "Don't look at me. It wasn’t my idea. I've got more style—and more shame."

Thea laughed. "Well, where's mine? What if I wanna be an Avenger?"

A matching smirk tugged at Loki's thin lips as he gave his wife a fond look. "You want to be an Avenger? That wouldn’t be quite fair to the villains, now would it, älskling? You'd have them on their knees, weeping for their mothers, after ten minutes. Besides, wouldn’t you rather stay in Asgard and wear pretty dresses and—"

"Keep talking, Green Eyes," Thea said. Some of the shadows had faded from her gaze by now. "See who doesn’t last ten minutes. I will kick villain butt. I took out some Chitauri while I was pretending to be Shamoo, thanks to the sweetie-pie you're holding. I can be an Avenger. I am the best Avenger. Hell hath no fury and stuff. As for you guys," she pointed at the three Midgardians, "tell Nick I want one of those things, and I want in on the Avengers Initiative. I'll expect my card when we come back to Midgard in a couple weeks."

Tony grinned, mischief glinting wickedly in his eyes. "Do you want me to record that conversation on my phone for you?"

Thea actually squealed. Odin, Frigga, Sif and the Three all stared at her as she clapped her hands together and grinned. "Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! Please record it. Please!" She turned that brilliant smile on her husband. "It will be high-larious. You will laugh. A lot." Then she sobered a little, smiling at the three Avengers. "But seriously, all of you—thank you so much for all you've done. And for being so kind to my baby."

The three smiled, shifting between embarrassment due to her thanks and fondness for the sleeping toddler, and said their final goodbyes. They went to stand beside Heimdall, who drew his massive golden sword from its sheath.

Coulson moved to join them, but stopped when Thea grabbed his hand. He turned and wrapped his arms around her slender body, holding her close. Thor saw him murmur something, but he couldn’t hear what it was. Thea sniffled, nodded. Kissed Coulson's cheek. Thor saw that his mother watched the new Asgardian princess with compassion in her mead-dark eyes as Thea bid her father farewell. Then Coulson went to the Avengers.

Heimdall plunged his ensorcelled blade into the magical "key" that controlled the Bifröst. The Rainbow Bridge reached with tendrils of colorful seiðr for the four Midgardians, grabbing them in its enchanted grip, and sending them racing along the Bifröst toward Midgard.

Loki's elbow brushed Thor's upper arm, a touch too odd from someone who held himself so carefully for it to have been anything but deliberate. The golden-haired prince glanced surreptitiously at his twin brother from the corner of his eye. Loki shifted the limp form of his daughter in his arms.

"Thor," he murmured so low that only the prince could hear him. Beyond the pair of them, the royal family and their friends talked, not quite ready to leave the beautiful view of the galaxy through the Bifröst observatory's windows. "Thor, will you take my little one and put her to bed? Tramp will follow you." As if to illustrate his words, the mixed-blood hound approached Thor with wagging tail and dog-grin apparent on his dust-gray face. Tired, jade eyes caught Thor's gaze. "Thea needs to be alone for a time," Loki added.

"You'll let her wander Asgard alone?" Thor replied softly.

Loki made a low sound of derision. "Do not be foolish, Brother. 'Alone' means no one but me at her side. It is possible for the two of us to…to be alone, within ourselves, when we are together. She has always known how to retreat just enough from me. I have learned to do the same." Loki sighed. "Phil's return to Midgard has hurt her heart. She will miss her father."

"As you missed ours?" He ventured, wondering. Loki had seemed to forgive Odin after Thea had been returned to him. Loki had made a point to call Odin "father" at dinner that first night, and Odin had made a point to return the sentiment by calling Loki "son." Yet there was a reserve between the king and his foster son that Thor didn’t understand. It was more on Loki's part than anything. Perhaps it was just Loki readjusting to life at court, now that he was no longer a prisoner and no longer considered disgraced for his actions on Midgard and in Asgard before the shattering of the Bifröst. Perhaps it was that there was that odd coolness in Thea's eyes when she was in the king's presence. Thor couldn’t be sure.

His brother cast him a searching look. "Why do you ask such things?"

"All is not well with you and our father…is it?" When Loki said nothing, Thor had to bite back a growl. He hastily slipped the card Banner had given him into the leather pouch on his belt and held out his arms for Sophie. As Loki carefully transferred the sleeping child into his hold, Thor added, "I thought you two had forgiven each other."

Loki cupped the back of his daughter's head as Thor settled her in his arms. His touch was gentle, protective. He stared at Sophie for a long moment before finally meeting his brother's eyes again. "If the All-Father ever decides to try and take my daughter away, or my son once he is born, it will be a foolish course for him to take. Thea and I will let no one take our children, Thor. I know our father cares for me. Perhaps his love is less than that which he bears for his natural sons, but that fact hurts far less than it once did. I do not doubt his love for his foster son. But I know if ever a time comes when his needs outweigh his love, if an enemy powerful enough or wicked enough finally arises that breaks his mettle or his restraint, then I will be the first to fall of all Odin's sons. And you, his favorite, will be the last…but fall, we all surely will."

Thor frowned, baffled. Brows furrowing, a cold something twisting in his chest to coil around his heart, the prince shook his head. "Loki…what are you talking about?"

"In some ways, Brother, I am more Odin's son than you are," Loki murmured, gaze turning haunted and bleak. Thor's heart knifed sideways in his chest. This was a look he hadn’t seen since Thea's return two days ago. Why had it come back? What was his brother thinking of? Dark brows snarling together, eyes still resting lovingly on Sophie, Loki added, "What I did for my älsklingar…Odin would do that for our mother. He would sacrifice all of Asgard for her. I have sensed it; so has my Althea. Such a depth of love is a great power, for good or ill."

"I don't understand," Thor replied softly. "What ill?"

But Loki shook his head, expression tightening. "I do not know. Something looms just beyond the horizon. I have sensed this, as well. It will come…and when it comes, we will lose our father, and I will fall. I have not told Thea or our mother. I have told no one. But something will come. Not now. Not even in the next year. But near or just after the time when my son takes his first steps, our father will betray us all. And so I cannot trust him, even though I love and forgive him."

Frost crept through Thor's veins, wrapping icy fingers around his heart. The last time Loki had felt Asgard was in danger from a member of the royal family, he had set off down a path that had led to heartbreak and condemnation for him, as well as exile and grief for Thor. It had taken nearly three years for those heart-wounds to heal. If Loki did something to stop whatever he thought Odin would do, there would be no forgiveness this time. Odin was the king. Beyond that, Odin was their father. If Loki tried to manipulate the king or events surrounding him as he'd attempted with Thor back then…

"Think of your daughter, Brother," Thor whispered urgently. A quick scan of the observatory showed him that his family and friends were slowly moving toward the exit. Thea spoke quietly to Heimdall, but the Gatekeeper's golden gaze rested on the two princes. Thor tightened his grip on little Sophie. "Think of my niece. Think of…of your son." Loki hadn’t revealed that Thea carried a son this morning. How did Loki know? But that didn’t matter. What mattered was whatever Loki was planning. "Will you condemn your children to grow up without a father?"

A sad smile flitted across Loki's face. He shook his head. "No. When I tried to stop you from becoming king, I did it for Asgard. To protect my home. But Asgard is not my home anymore." Thor jolted, hurt racing like bitter lightning through his body. Loki continued in a voice as brutal as it was soft, "Thea is my home now. Sophie is my home. And my son, as yet unborn. So I will not risk my home, my family—not even for my father. Before Odin can betray us, I will take them somewhere far away. Perhaps Xavier's school on Midgard. But you asked a question with your cautious words and your silence, and so I have answered it. I love and forgive, but cannot trust him. Not anymore." The hand caressing Sophie's hair dropped away. "Thank you for taking her. Goodnight, my brother."

With those words, Loki strode to Thea and offered his arm. She gazed up at him. He murmured something, and her lost smile returned. Slipping her arm through his, she leaned against him, turning her face into the solid strength of his presence as if to draw him into herself. Some of the tension Loki always carried began to loosen and slip away. He brushed a kiss against Thea's temple.

Worry weighing down his heart like heavy stones, Thor cradled Sophie and went to join his family. Odin would never betray Asgard. He would never betray his sons. Thor would always trust his father. Loki was jumping at shadows. His still-mending sanity was playing tricks on him.

But Loki had always been able to sense things. Danger. He'd always had a bit of a sixth sense for it. What if…what if Loki was right? Or could the Chitauri still be manipulating him? They'd never been able to figure out how the wretched monsters were doing it, so they hadn’t been able to stop it. Thea's presence helped stem the tide of torturous thoughts they slipped into the pseudo-Æsir's mind, but what if the Chitauri had changed their tactics to compensate? These thoughts swirled through Thor's brain as the royal family and their friends made their way through the city.

As they passed through the palace gates, Loki and Thea slipped away. Thor's heart beat hard in his breast as his brother and his brother's wife disappeared within the forested grounds of the palace. Careful not to wake an exhausted Sophie, the crown prince made him way into the palace to put her to bed.

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"Everything will be okay this time," Thea whispered. She and Loki strolled beneath the trees of the Iðunn's orchard. Moonlight illuminated the Golden Apples hanging overhead. Thea's grip on Loki's hand tightened. "Don't worry. This time there's no Chitauri, no evil aliens, no one trying to hurt us. It's just you and me and our families. We'll be okay."

Loki drew a breath that shuddered when he released it. "If anything were to happen to you or Sophie…or our son…"

"Nothing will," Thea insisted.

He shook his head. "But I…I'm not yet wholly sane, Thea. Sometimes I see things…hear things…and the nightmares, I…what if I hurt you? Or the baby? I almost did once before, when you carried Sophie. I love you, I love both of you, and yet I nearly harmed—"

Thea hugged him, wrapping her arms around him as tight as she could manage. Pressing her face into his chest, waiting for the moment he returned her embrace, she replied, "But you didn’t actually hurt me." Loki's arms crept around her. "You stopped. Even with what those jerks were doing to your mind, you stopped before you hurt me. You'd never hurt me or Sophie or…or Thor."

The strange, tender way she spoke the name distracted him a little. Arching a bemused eyebrow, he asked, "What has Thor to do with this?"

She made a face. "I guess I should tack on 'little' at the beginning so we can tell the difference between our son and your brother."

It took him a moment to realize what she meant. Laying a gentle hand against her belly, feeling the faintest hum of new life with his seiðr, Loki murmured, "Thor." He rolled the name around in his mind, on his tongue, getting a feel for it. "Little Thor. Little thunderer." He smiled. The name fit perfectly, he decided. Loki dropped his forehead against hers. "Our little Thor. No, you're right. I would never hurt you, or Sophie or little Thor. Or big Thor, either," he added with a chuckle. Thea smiled, too. "I would cut my own throat before harming any of you." He kissed her softly, desperately. "I'll protect all of you, Thea."

"I know," she whispered. "Everything will be okay."

Loki prayed it was so…but somehow, he couldn’t quite bring himself to believe it.

Deleted Scene - The Haughty Heart Grown Humble

Author's Note: this scene was cut from the original chapter 27 due to length, but it's necessary for certain events in book 2, The Edge of Darkest Devotion. So here it is! Everyone asked about Thea sassing Sif and the Three? Also the events of this scene changed a little due to me seeing Thor 2. So, enjoy. Let me know what you think!

The title is a line from "Love's Language" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, in keeping with the fact that the title of book 1 is from Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven," the title of book 2 is from "Where Is the Edge" by Within Temptation, and book 3's title is from "Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal" by Lord Alfred Tennyson.

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Excerpt from Chapter Twenty-Seven
Lost and Found

(Deleted Ending Scene)

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Thor watched, unable to keep the grin off his face, as his brother's wife hugged Loki close. The shadows that had always seemed to reside in Thea's eyes had vanished, leaving behind the sparkle that had won Loki's heart. Thea gazed up at Loki as if she couldn’t bear to look away. Loki seemed torn between staring at his wife and his daughter, who cuddled against him with her little arms around his neck and chattered away about how "Mommy said she find you soon and she did! She find you!"

At last Loki rose in a single smooth motion, still holding Sophie to him. Thea rose with him. As if she couldn’t help herself, she reached up and touched Loki's cheek. Her fingertips skated across his cheekbone, along one dark brow, tracing down the bridge of his nose—as if she sought to rememorize his features. Those questing fingers stopped at the pale scar across the bridge of Loki's nose. Shadows flickered across Thea's gaze.

"Where did this come from?" She whispered, the pad of her finger smoothing over the slender scar.

Loki brought a startled hand to his face. Touched the scar. A rueful smile curved his thin lips. "Ah. A memento from our friend Banner," he said, but without malice, gesturing to Bruce standing with the other Avengers. Bruce's eyebrows shot up. Loki added softly, "It was during the battle."

"Oh," Thea said, and asked no more questions.

Thor's brow furrowed. She hadn’t spoken to anyone but Thor and Loki regarding the Battle of New York when the Chitauri had invaded, but the crown prince knew how she felt. Thea blamed Loki for nothing—why should she? Tortured, more than half-mad from what Thanos had done to his body and mind, driven by the threat to his unborn wife and daughter, she considered Loki blameless. But she blamed herself. Thor didn’t understand that, but he knew the only person who could convince his new sister otherwise was Loki himself, and so he didn’t make more than one or two attempts himself.

Frigga's voice broke through Thor's thoughts, dragging him back to the present. The queen rose from her place beside Odin and said in a voice suffused with mother-love, "Loki, aren't you going to introduce us to your beautiful bride and this charming little one?"

Emerald eyes darted to the queen, as if Loki had momentarily forgotten the presence of anyone but his wife and child. Clearing his throat, sliding his free arm around Thea's waist, the disguised Frost Giant turned to his family. Thor and the others moved further into the room now that the tension had broken. Tramp padded along on silent paws to stand between Sophie and the Asgardian royal family.

"Your Majesties," Loki said in a voice that rang out through the throne room, echoing off the pillars of golden stone, "my brothers, my lords and my lady," he added to Sif and the Three. "Allow me to present my wife, Princess Althea Sigyn Valerian-Odinson, daughter of Philip, son of Thomas, son of Coul…and my daughter, Princess Sophie Frigga Valerian-Odinson."

Sophie, realizing everyone was looking at her, squeaked and buried her face in Loki's neck. Her tiny hands clutched at the collar of his tunic. Thea smiled and Loki brushed a kiss across the top of Sophie's head, which seemed to make her relax a little.

"My love," Loki added to Thea, nodding to the assembled royal family. "May I present His Majesty the All-Father, Odin Borson, and Her Majesty, my mother, Queen Frigga." He gestured to the three men standing in front and off to one side of the king's throne. "My brothers—Tyr Odinson, and the twins Hermod and Balder."

At that, the twins strode forward, grins on their faces. The moment they were in reach, they pulled Thea in for a hug. She laughed, a little surprised, and hugged them back as Hermod said, "Welcome home, Sister."

Tyr came with them, though he hung back until the twins had released her. Instead of embracing his brother's wife, he reached out and gripped one shoulder. "Indeed, you are most welcome. I owe you an apology." Thea frowned and cocked her head. "At one time I made some…injudicious remarks about you to my brother. I did not know who you were. You have my sincere apology for that."

Thea glanced at Loki, and Thor saw her eyes unfocus for a brief moment before refocusing on Tyr's face. She smiled. "I accept your apology. Thank you."

But then her gaze drifted past the princes to Odin and Frigga. Thor saw Thea's eyes narrow slightly when they rested on Odin's face before warming as they touched on Frigga. The crown prince wondered if Odin had done something in the last half-hour to upset the former mortal. After all, she'd had no hostility—some dread, but no actual malice or dislike—of Odin before arriving in Asgard. Why would she look at Odin that way?

A smile bloomed across Frigga's face as she descended the dais steps to stand before Thea and Loki. She touched Loki's face, a gentle hand against his cheek. "I am so happy for you, Loki."

Loki smiled in return. "Thank you, Mother."

Frigga looked to Thea then. "Another daughter," she said with a grin. "Now the men won't outnumber us so drastically." Thea grinned back, and Frigga embraced her. "Welcome to Asgard, my dear. You have made my son so happy. Thank you."

"Thank you for looking out for him while I couldn’t be here, Your Majesty," Thea murmured, hugging Frigga back. Turning to Sophie, Thea added, "Sophie? You gonna come out and say hi?" Sophie scrunched up tighter against Loki and shook her head without looking at anyone. Her mother laughed. "I think her store of not-shy has been used up. Come on, Sophie-girl. Come on out."

With a smile of his own, Loki turned his head and murmured against his daughter's hair, "Come now, älskling. Lift your head. Do you want to meet my other brothers?" Sophie risked a peek at the people standing with her parents before hiding her face again. Loki grinned. "I must show you an amusing and silly looking creature. You will like it, I promise you."

Sophie peeked up at her father, a tiny wrinkle forming between her brows—the same wrinkle Thea and Loki both had. "What keecher?"

With an even wider grin, Loki nodded to Tyr, who rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his broad chest. "The dreaded sourpuss," Loki said in a stage-whisper. Frigga's lips twitched. Tyr saw Sophie eyeing him with wary interest. Jutting out his lower jaw to show his bottom teeth, the eldest prince crossed his sapphire blue eyes and waggled his black brows. Sophie giggled. Hesitantly, she reached out toward Tyr. Tyr caught her small hand in his massive one.

"Hello, little princess," Tyr murmured in a soft, coaxing voice Thor couldn’t remember ever hearing from him before. The crown prince suddenly wondered if, just perhaps, the thing to cure his elder brother of wenching and gambling and drinking was a family. Perhaps he would shape up then.

"Hi," Sophie whispered shyly. But she smiled. "Wass yer name?"

"I am your Uncle Tyr. And you are Sophie."

She nodded. "Uh-huh." She took her hand back and touched Thea's shoulder. "Dis my mommy." Sophie opened her mouth to say more when she suddenly snapped it shut, shrank back against her father, and made a small sound of uncertainty. Thor frowned, then realized Sophie had noticed Odin's approach. Odin took slow steps toward his foster son, his son's wife, and their daughter. When he was perhaps a foot away, he stopped.

Thor saw it again—Thea's gaze when it rested on Odin was cool and empty. There was none of the warmth she'd exhibited for his brothers or his mother. Loki's wife didn’t like the king. Why? What had the All-Father done in the last thirty or so minutes that could have changed her opinion?

He thought back to that brief moment when her eyes had unfocused. He was certain she'd been using her powers, and she'd been looking at Loki, so it stood to reason she'd been using them on him. To read his memories? To communicate with him via illusion? What could Loki have told her—or what could she have seen in his memories—that could have made her turn cold toward the king?

Odin said, in a very gentle voice, "Welcome to Asgard, Princess Althea." His gaze dropped to Sophie, and his single blue eye warmed considerably. This. This was the look Thor remembered from his own childhood. A look of unconditional love. Good. At least his father loved Sophie. "Hello, little one."

"Hi," Sophie whispered.

Thor watched as Loki studied Odin with piercing emerald eyes before the fostered prince murmured to his daughter, "Don't be afraid, min flicka. The king would never harm you. He is your friend." Thor noticed Loki said nothing about his own connection to Odin—that Odin was his father. Judging by the shadow in Odin's sapphire eye, he didn't miss it either.

And then Sif and the Three approached. Offering his most charming smile, Volstagg gestured to Sif and the other two warriors before saying, "Your Highness, allow me to introduce myself and my companions. Lady—"

"Lady Sif and the Warriors Three, I presume," Thea said in a voice that was downright chilly. Her smile had dropped away completely. Everyone in the room froze, startled. Until that moment, the new princess had been smiling and cheerful and polite, even to the king (Thor couldn’t be sure anyone but himself, Odin, and perhaps his mother had noticed Thea's coolness there) but now she'd turned positively frosty. The silver in her eyes froze to icy steel as she focused her gaze on Sif. "I would say I'm honored…but I'd be lying."

Thor had enough time to notice Odin's brows rise and Frigga blink, startled, before Volstagg made that uncertain half-cough he always did when he was flustered. Fandral's golden brows drew together. He opened his mouth, but one slashing look from Thea had him closing it again. Hogun frowned, baffled. But it was Sif that Thea looked at. Sif who stared back, uncertainty in her dark eyes.

At last Sif said softly, "You know about what happened before the shattering of the Bifröst."

Thea's expression turned just a touch cutting. "Of course I know what happened. My husband doesn’t keep secrets from me. He also doesn’t lie to me," she added with more than a little sharpness when an irritated Fandral opened his mouth to protest. "He can't. My power doesn’t let him. In fact, no one can actually lie to me. So yes—I know what happened."

But then Thea frowned and stared at Sif for a long moment, and the warrior maiden didn’t look away from those silvery blue eyes that seemed to see too much. Thea blinked. "Have you talked to either of them about how you feel?" She asked suddenly.

The Three looked baffled, but Sif seemed to know what she was talking about.

"No," she replied. "Thor thought it best to wait until your return."

Thea nodded. "That makes sense. You plan to talk to him?" Sif nodded, and a small smile quirked one corner of Thea's mouth. "Okay. What about him?" Sif shot her a warning look and Thea inclined her head. "Just wondering. I don't really care one way or the other. But thank you, Lady Sif—for being willing."

"It was a mistake," Sif replied softly. "I owe him. Both of them, really. I will settle that debt."

Those blue eyes focused on Volstagg, Fandral, and Hogun. "I have a question before I decide how I feel about you three."

It was Volstagg who managed to collect his wits and nod. Thor knew the massive Asgardian warrior; he hated being disliked by anyone, considering himself a friend to all. He had the slowest temper of anyone in Asgard except Hogun, and he had a fondness for women that surpassed physical attraction. He simply liked them. Liked being around them. Liked it when they liked him, either as friend or lover. It would bother him for Thea to dislike him as intensely as she seemed to.

"Volstagg, when you went to see Odin and Loki was on the throne, you and the others asked Loki where Odin was. I'm curious—where did you think he was? Why did you sound so worried when you asked? And why did you ask to speak to the queen right after learning what had happened to the king?"

Confused, Thor looked between Thea and his friends. It seemed as if everyone held their breath, wondering where Thea was going with this line of questioning. But what puzzled Thor still more was Volstagg's reaction. Color flooded his face behind his bushy red beard, darkening his already ruddy face. Hogun seemed nonplussed by the question. Fandral clenched his jaw and looked away.

Sif dropped her gaze. "You know the answers already, I take it. Or else why ask the questions?"

Thea sighed. "Because I was hoping I was wrong."

Thor frowned…then his eyes widened as the pieces clicked into place and he realized what the answer was. Sif and the Three had thought Loki had killed Odin and taken the throne. They'd believed his brother, their friend, had murdered the king—his father—in order to usurp the throne and take the crown. And they'd asked for Frigga because, upon learning Odin was supposedly in the Odinsleep, they hadn’t believed Loki, and they'd been afraid…what? That he'd killed the queen, too? His own mother? And all because they suspected Loki of orchestrating Thor's exile? From the grim satisfaction on Thea's face, this was being confirmed by her empathic senses.

Even Loki looked confused. He touched his wife's shoulder, and she glanced back at him. Immediately the coolness in her gaze and on her face melted away to protective love. Loki touched Thea's cheek. "Thea? What is it?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. Just proving a point." She looked back at Sif and the Three. "You're lucky that he's your friend, you know."

Everyone exchanged baffled glances. Who was Thea talking about? Thor? Because Loki was no friend to Sif and the Three. But then, if she wasn’t talking about Loki, what had the point of this conversation been? Or was she saying that they were lucky Thor was their friend because Loki and Thea were both fond of Thor and so weren’t looking for revenge against them for whatever point she'd been trying to make?

"Of course Thor is their friend," Odin said. "They grew up together, they've gone into battle—"

"I wasn’t talking about…never mind. I suppose it doesn't matter." She shrugged. Smiled. But her eyes had chilled again when she looked to Odin. "Pay no mind to the silly former mortal, Your Majesty. I guess I just don't get how things work here just yet." She glanced at her daughter. Smiled wider.

Her nose twitched the barest fraction. Thea brushed at it as if it itched.

"Mommy," Sophie murmured from the circle of Loki's arms. "I's hungry."

"Really?" Thea asked, grinning.

Sophie nodded earnestly. "Dare's a rumbly in my tumbly."

The silly little rhyme seemed to break the tension in the room. A few chuckles floated up as Frigga gentle curved her hand around Sophie's head and said tenderly, "Well, I for one am hungry as well. Shall we settle down to dinner, then?"