Once again, Naomi Swanson found herself being escorted down a hallway by two Asgardian royal guards. However the second time, she was free from handcuffs and was not held by her arms being dragged. Released from her barren jail cell after a grand total of seven minutes, Naomi now followed her guards with a cautious air, knowing she was most likely being brought back to Odin.

The armored men in front of her gave no answers when she questioned why she was released, and by who. For all she knew, they were just clones of Loki and she was bring jail-breaked. It wouldn't have been the worst plot-twist, in her mind.

Their short journey ended at the towering conference room doors, the doors opened for her unceremoniously. A hint of confusion and surprise was all that could be found in her expression, carefully smoothed over. For whatever reason, she was no longer sitting in a cell but she knew Odin would not hesitate to throw her back in should she misbehave.

Left standing alone at the edge of the room, Naomi met the stares of each of the three men separately. Thor was pleasantly satisfied to see her, though something in his eyes was changed when he looked at her. If she had held herself in higher esteem, Naomi would have thought it deference. Loki remained amused as ever, crossing his arms on the table as he leaned forward to peer at her. However he too seemed different, looking her over with an air of humbled curiosity. Her eyes lingered on Loki for perhaps a second too long, however he was guilty of the same. Lastly, Naomi met the stare of Odin. His was blank and flat; she supposed it was an upgrade from a disgusted air.

"My sons, I wish to speak to the prophet alone." Odin said. His tone left little room for defiance, per usual. Thor and Loki each stood from their seats, strolling toward her as they headed for the exit. Thor was quicker to reach Naomi, leaning in to her as he passed with a secret smile.

"Don't scream at each other." His advice was flourished with a comedic wink over his shoulder, breaking Naomi into a smile as she looked back at him. Turning back to the front, her eyes immediately met a deep green gaze. Loki was slower in walking past her, drinking her in before leaving. They interchanged no words, as Naomi was speechless whilst staring into his eyes, noting the intense curiosity in them. Breaking eye contact left her shaken, suddenly more aware of Odin's presence in the room. Calming herself with a breath, Naomi turned to face Odin fully, striding to take her original seat.

"There will be no frivolous conversation here. Make your point swiftly so we may depart each others company." Odin's words were harsh and unforgiving, yet Naomi was not offended. It was clearly established that her and Odin harbored resentment, meeting now in a fragile peace. She saw the merit in not wasting time, and agreed with his decision, nodding her head to show her acceptance. The King appeared satisfied with her lack of attitude, his own air unassuming and non-aggressive.

"Thor briefly mentioned your purpose here. Is it your intention to 'save the universe,' as he put it, and if so, from what?"

The question was direct, though the underlying meaning threw her off balance. Thor had said she was trying to save the universe? That most likely meant that he had fought for her release, as she had hoped. However more importantly, the question was loaded, and her answer would have to be somewhat lengthy no matter how much she summarized.

"It would be... accurate to say that's my purpose. In my visions of the future," she now simply accepted that they believed her as 'prophetic,' "An alien called Thanos collects the Infinity Stones." Odin nodded somberly at her mention of the stones, showing his prior knowledge of them. Naomi continued, "In the version of the future I saw, Thanos was successful in collecting all six stones- and he used it to, ah, 'balance' the universe." She frowned, considering her next words carefully. "To Thanos, balancing the universe entails... decimating half its population."

The old man stilled, the lines of his face deepening as he frowned wearily. "So then it is your goal to stop this Thanos." It was not a question but a statement, to which the brunette nodded swiftly.

"We are no longer in the version of events I saw. My interference has changed the future vastly already." Naomi's formal speech felt foreign on her tongue, but she endured it for the purpose of placating Odin. She had yet to address the issue of taking the Tesseract off of Asgard as part of her and Tony's plan. The King nodded along to her words in silence, gesturing for her to continue.

"On Midgard, I consulted with one of the smartest people on the planet to formulate a plan. We decided that one of the first steps would be retrieving the Tesseract from Asgard." She fell silent, biting the inside of her cheek inconspicuously as she waited for a response. Odin breathed deeply, his brow furrowed for several minutes. Naomi's mind wandered as she waited, eyes roaming the opposite wall. In her speculating, she realized another key factor that she had failed to mention. The casualty list of Infinity War. Knowing that would sway Odin's decision, she blurted it out once it came into her mind.

"The list!" She breathed, hastily straightening her posture once Odin glanced at her sudden outburst, confused.

"List?" He questioned.

"Yes, ah, the casualty list." Naomi paused for breath, but the rest of her explanation was deemed pointless once Odin interrupted.

"Tell it to me." He said. It was without hesitation- much unlike the answers of the people Naomi had asked thus far. Both Tony and Thor had turned down the knowledge, not wishing for the burden. Naomi was thankful for that, for she was selfish in that she didn't want to be the one to tell them the list of loved ones lost. However Odin was a general and a king, and had no room for considering emotional burden. In the back of her mind, she respected that, however Naomi was now faced with being the bearer of bad news.

"Alright." She said, resigned to her duty. "During Ragnarok, a portion of, if not the entirety of, the Asgardian army perished at Hela's hand. The warriors's three were also killed, but the location of Lady Sif is unknown. Asgard was destroyed relatively soon after, however Thor and Loki led the citizens onto an escape ship. I do not know if any citizens were left on Asgard." Her words were spoken quickly, desperation at getting the news over with seeping through. In a relative act of kindness, Odin chose not to comment on it.

"After the escape ship left Asgard, they were attacked by Thanos, because Loki had taken the Tesseract on board." Naomi kept her eyes off Odin's face when she told of Loki's theft, unwilling to read his reaction. "In line with his twisted philosophy, Thanos murdered half the ship's occupants. Heimdall was personally killed by Thanos." Thick emotion crept into Naomi's voice as she kept her face blank, her eyes suspiciously red. Vehemently, she continued.

"Loki gave the Tesseract to Thanos to save Thor's life. Loki tried to kill Thanos while Thor was incapacitated, but he failed." Unbidden, Loki's last words filled her mind; the sight of his body hanging from Thanos's grip burning in her eyes.

"Say no more." Emotion also crept into Odin's voice as he realized what came next. In unison, they drew in a breath shakily, neither meeting the others eyes. Distantly, Odin came to realize how much Naomi had truly seen, and how far her knowledge extended.

"The Tesseract is yours. What else do you need?" Looking up, Naomi met his tired gaze. Seeing him so defeated now nearly sprang pity in her, suddenly regretting her overly harsh words earlier.

"Thank you."

From the hallway outside of the conference room, the noise from within could not be heard. However Thor was only vaguely concerned that his Father was yelling at Naomi once again. His speech on her merit seemed to have had its desired effect.

Thor leaned against the wall opposite the doors, Loki near his side as they stood together, wondering what was being discussed within. The God of Mischief appeared tolerable of the silence between him and his brother for the time being, but Thor had been forced to sit and talk all day, itching for action. Forcing him to stand quietly would probably result in some explosion of energy if he didn't let it out somehow.

"What is your opinion of lady Swanson?" Thor asked, raising his brows at Loki. Surprised at the question, he contemplated it for a moment before answering.

"I admit, I find her terribly interesting; a prophet from another dimension." He answered loftily, smirking at Thor. The blonde rolled his eyes at Loki's common antics, speaking then without fully thinking it through.

"She told me of her opinion of you." Thor nodded, before realizing Naomi might not want Loki knowing what she told him in confidence. Cringing at his mistake, he hesitantly glanced to Loki, who was grinning wickedly at him.

"Oh do tell, dear brother." Loki's tone dripped with charisma, masking real curiosity underneath. Internally, the raven-haired god braced himself for whatever the remarkable prophet thought of him.

"I should not have mentioned it, she-" Thor weakly attempted to backpedal.

"No need to spill all the gory details, a summary shall be suffice." Loki assured, smiling innocently. Huffing, Thor decided that a few relayed sentences wouldn't hurt Naomi.

"She has surprising faith in you. The lady Swanson believes you to be a good person." Thor reminisced on Naomi's kind words, staring ahead at the doors. Away from his brother's gaze, Loki's deceptive mask fell for a precious few moments. His lips shut lightly as his brow furrowed- taken by surprise. Gazing at the door as though he could see through it to her, Loki eyes widened as he thought of what her perception of him could be. It was not often someone who hadn't grown up with Loki took a liking to him- going so far as to call him a good person. Naomi called him a good person- when he himself did not believe he was good at heart. Desperately, Loki wondered what she had seen of him to say such things- what visions she had of him. If he had been curious of Naomi before, Loki now burned with questions of her; endlessly intrigued by the strange and sharp-tongued woman who appeared from nowhere.