"A little over a month, the All-Father disapproved and it took time to both evade his eyes and locate the correct branch of the correct Yggdrasil."

That was just another thing that made these rescued Midgardians love their owners so much; the princes had defied the king to get them back, they had risked all for some lowly slaves. How could the Midgardians here not see how lucky they were to be owned and cared for like this?

The Loki within rested a hand on Tony's head, her fingers cool against the heat of his brow, in as soothing a manner as she could. She did not wish to die, nor did she wish for Tony to feel such terror, but it went against her very nature to cower here and do nothing.

"Then-- then I will allow myself captured, I can alter myself to look as one of their slaves and return with them. I can bring them down from within."

An utterly foolish and childish plan.