Me and you have been going on missions, fighting threats to the 9 realms for centuries now. During that time, we developed feeling. We even got married (with Odin's blessing), and we've been great. Sure, we've had our fights and spats over the years, but every couple does. We've had really bad ones, and they're mainly because of my insecurity that you'll leave me for someone else. You've always told me you won't, and you haven't, but it's still a major problem for me.

We were sent on a mission to figure out what the cause of all these giants dying in Jötunheimr by Odin. We get there and the frigid temperatures already make me want to leave. But, I push on with you. Eventually, we get to where a group of Frost Giants are dead in the ground, blood everywhere. I look at you with confusion in my eyes and I go to touch the bodies. My hand just phases through it, and I pull my hand back. Skrymir. He's a bit of an anti-god, and just does what he pleases. I guess he causes mayhem to the Frost giants now. I look over to where you are and my eyes widen. I see you, kissing Loki. No.... No.... No, no, no, no. I look around and rub my eyes, but it's still there. My worst fear. I hear a whisper in my ear.

"He never loved you, and never will. You hate your brother. You know you do. You hate him."

I look at Loki and my eyes fill with anger. How could he steal you? My husband. I feel the lightning come around me and next thing I know, I'm go to punch Loki, but he's not there. I hear the whispers of you not loving me and I fall to my knees, covering my ears so I don't hear it.