The next morning, Loki, holding a sheathed sword, stood before the door of a humble dwelling, humble by Asgardian standards anyway, waiting for it to be opened to him. It had not been at all difficult due to his connections to learn of the identity and location of those who had taken Revna's place as parents to her son. Though he had decided to put Revna from his mind as well as his heart, for some reason he didn't fully understand, he felt an obligation to fulfill her request regarding her father's sword. Perhaps once done that would be the end of it. He could forget, go on as if that all too short time had never happened, as if their lives had never intersected.

A woman older than Loki yet retaining a youthful attractiveness opened the door.

"Good morning. I'm Loki..." he greeted her.

"Yes, I know well who you are. My husband serves your father as a guard in the palace. Please, enter." The woman said, stepping aside. Loki entered, the adoptive mother of Revna's son closing the door behind him. "I'm Birget. I'm surprised you would take the time to visit on this day. My husband wished me to express his regret that he is not here to greet you as well. He is from where I assume you have just come. He's disappointed he will not witness your brother's coronation. He's been assigned duty in the vault."

"I will see to it that he's present for such a momentous event." Loki said.

"Would you? He would be ever grateful to you." Birget said, obviously pleased. If her husband knew what was to come during the coronation, he would be even more grateful not to be assigned to the vault, Loki thought to himself. He had previously taken Revna's concern for the einherjar guarding the vault into consideration but could not find a solution. If he were to give them warning, he would give himself and the plan away. Only Odin himself could dismiss them from their post there. It seemed as if the cosmos had conspired however that he at least save the boy's father from a similar fate to Revna's own and prevent her son from losing his own father, or adopted father, as she had.

"I'm afraid I'm unable to remain long. I should come to the reason for my visit." Loki said.

"I was saddened to learn from your message of Revna's passing. I was acquainted with her mother. She wished only to be loved but searched for it in the places and from people where she was least likely to find it." Birget explained. "How is it that you came to know her?"

"She cared for my grandmother who recently passed." Loki replied. Birget appeared surprised at his answer.

"I heard the news of the Queen's mother. You have my sympathy. Revna must have come a long way. When I knew her she was barely able to care for herself." Birget said. Loki held out the sword.

"It was her father's. She requested that it be passed on."

"Would you like to bequeath it yourself? It would be a great honor."

"She had told me that she had asked that his true parentage not be revealed to him." Loki said.

"We decided it was best to be honest with him. He is not shamed by it. I'm certain that is what she feared. He knows well he is loved no less than if he were our natural child. He knows as well that he was not entrusted to us due to a lack of love on Revna's part, but because she loved him. Soren, could you join me for a moment?" Birget called out. A young boy that appeared to be the age of a human seven year old soon entered from a doorway across the room.

"Yes, mother?" Soren asked. He looked curiously at Loki.

"You have a visitor. He has brought something for you." Birget told the boy as she stepped aside. Loki looked upon the child Revna had given life to yet never held in her arms. He greatly favored his mother, his hair the same shade of reddish gold. Loki waged a battle within himself to keep his feelings buried deep as memories of Revna and the emotions connected to them fought to surface. Soren approached Loki.

"I'm Loki, son of Odin. I knew your mother...she who gave birth to you." Loki said.

"I was told she is now in Valhalla." Soren said.

"Yes…" Loki answered. "This belonged to her father. She wished that it be passed to you." Loki told him. Soren held his hands out, Loki placing the sword into them.

In his bedchambers in the palace, Loki now stood before a full length mirror dressed in the formal regalia commissioned for him as he prepared for the coronation ceremony. The gold of his helmet gleamed as he admired his reflection, quite pleased with himself. If only he was the one all eyes would be on as he made a grand entrance and approached the throne to take the sacred vows of kingship. It should be him. His father was a fool as were those who spoke of Odin's great wisdom. Loki sneered as he thought of what was to come. His father and all those gathered would see the truth for themselves soon.

"Let no one tell you that you are not a king." he said to his double in the mirror. He soon realized his own eyes were not the only ones staring back at him. In the mirror over his reflection's left shoulder stood Revna in her emerald green gown, her reddish gold hair carefully arranged, Frida's earrings dangling from her ears, the gold and stones shining and sparkling. It was how he had once envisioned she would appear on that day. Was it now his turn to go mad?

"You didn't love me. You were nothing but a simple minded strumpet, a callow quim…leave me." Loki said to the specter in the mirror as he willed the darkness within to rise and consume him. Revna looked back at him from the mirror in silence, mournfully. "I didn't love you! I never loved you!" Loki exclaimed loudly.

"Loki? What's wrong? Who are you speaking to?" he heard his mother's voice say as she reached the doorway of his bedchamber. Startled, he turned his head to look over his shoulder at Frigga as she looked back at him with an expression of concern.

"Nothing….just talking to myself. It seems I'm the only one that has any interest in anything I have to say."

"You know that's not true." Frigga said, sensing his mood as she took note of the dark expression on his face. Turning back to face the mirror, Loki found Revna's reflection had vanished. He would not see her again, nor would he allow himself to call up her memory. "It's time we be on our way."

"You look exquisite." Loki complimented Frigga as he took in the sight of her in the gold dress, her hair arranged up off of her shoulders. He turned from the mirror and walked over to stand before her. Frigga placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you sure you're alright? I know this is difficult for you." Frida said.

"I'm fine. Actually, I'm quite looking forward to it." he replied to his mother, offering his arm. Frigga, smiling, took it. Loki glanced quickly once again over his shoulder at the mirror. The mirror reflected only the contents of the room and his mother and himself. "Shall we?" he asked, escorting Frigga through the door.