13:What the.....

Stark found himself in a war of words with Loki. And what was the reason? Nothing more and nothing less than to see who had the more intelligent ideas to prevent another artifact from one of the planets ruled by a heartless being from falling to Earth again. Several days had passed, and everyone was still in the brothers' realm. On Earth, it had only been a few days, but up there, two months had already gone by. As a result, Ned, Michelle, and Peter hadn't attended classes for those two months, but Stark, with Pepper's help, went to the school officials and gave a very credible reason for why those three kids hadn't attended for so long.

"My idea is better than yours, insignificant," Loki exclaimed.

"I already said mine. I. Said. It." Stark muttered close to his face.

They were all at the central table of the Palace, a large coffee-colored cedar wood table in the center with some of Stark's tools and T'challa's sister. They had been discussing for several hours, hours in which everyone else had gone for a walk around the Palace, knowing exactly what to do if another artifact like the one that fell on the bridge hit Earth. It had been two months since anything had happened on Earth, thanks to the apparently successful confrontation with the Sesteny and the brothers, which had stopped some sort of threat to the planet for a time. But they still had to be vigilant in case it happened again. Freya was sitting in what could be called a king's seat, or in this case, a queen's seat. That seat belonged to her and her brother after their parents, although Freya didn't sit there much. She was the one who used that seat the most, and at that moment, she had her face resting on her right hand, her elbow on one of the arms of the seat, and her left leg over the other arm of the seat. She didn't sit like a queen of a planet should, but in the way that she felt most comfortable in different situations, even if it was considered unfeminine, which she didn't care about. She watched Loki and Stark argue over something that each would eventually do as they pleased, or what she thought was best for everyone. They were so engrossed in their discussion that they stopped and looked around, noticing that the others were not there. Only Freya sat there looking bored, watching them make a small green sphere with their powers.

Loki and Stark moved away from the table and approached Freya.

"And the others?" Stark asked.

Freya shrugged briefly.

"I suppose by doing something more productive," replied the dark-haired woman.

"Something more productive?" asked Stark, seemingly offended by her response. "What could be more productive than knowing what we'll do if those animals from that planet attack again?"

"Seeing the flowers, seeing the elves, seeing the golden clouds in the sky, seeing the crystal clear water, seeing..."

"We get it," they said in unison.

"It seems like you don't care about what's happening," Tony said, a little annoyed.

"Nobody doesn't care, Mr. I-think-I'm-superior," the woman said, standing up from her seat and looking Tony in the face. "It's just that nobody is going to worry about something that's stopped. And," she added before Stark or Loki could reply, "the recent conflict gave everyone a well-deserved break. They need it. You two," she pointed at them, "need it."

"It's easy for you, isn't it?" asked Stark. At this point, Loki walked away, not wanting to be a part of the argument. "It's easy for you to say these things because your damn planet isn't being destroyed."

"You're wrong, idiot," she muttered, getting very close to him. "Your planet, like mine, is in the crosshairs of evil every day. But I'm not going to let that ruin my peace. It only makes the enemy stronger. I've had your planet in my sights for days, hours, maybe even centuries. Your planet is life, and therefore I must protect it. It belongs to me," she emphasized, and Stark fell silent. And it was true - the Earth was practically owned by the realms of protection for life, and Freya had owned the Earth for that gift for millions and millions of years. And, apparently, Stark wasn't very well-informed about that. "I protect it even though I don't like your living space, animal," she continued. "Every fight you've had, I've saved lives without revealing my presence. So don't tell me that I don't care. Do you understand? Or should I make it out of Play-Doh for you?"

Stark's face hardened, and he made a slight grimace.

"No, thanks. I understand," he replied before turning around and starting to walk away.

"Damn idiot," the woman muttered as Stark got farther away from her. She didn't usually insult others, but Stark had managed to get her to do so. He was always criticizing what others did. He's worse than his brother, she thought to herself. She had planned to sit back down in her seat, take a deep breath, and make spheres with her magic, but Michelle's voice, apparently arguing with someone else, didn't allow her to. She furrowed her brow and walked in the almost-outside direction of the room. Michelle appeared with a somewhat unhappy expression. "What's wrong? You look like you want to kill someone."

"It's not just a look. I want to kill," she said, and Freya looked at her with slightly wider eyes. "Peter is an idiot."

"Why, what happened?" she asked. Before she could get an answer, Peter appeared with a blonde she recognized. "What is she doing here?"