In Asgard
Loki gazes into a pool, watching Halbjorn and Svalin spar. It had taken a great deal to hide himself - even young gods were perceptive to such magics, even those as dense as the young Bear, but this time he felt it was worth it. Recent events had caught his attention, and he was sure it wouldn't be long before it would capture Odin and Mirmir's as well.

"My brother's oldest has returned." he explains quietly to the other lesser mystics gathered around the pool, brought there at his call. "And... something has changed. I'm uncertain what, but I can feel it. Losing track of her was annoying... but something important happened during her disappearance. We must learn what."

The God of Fire and Mischief scowls. He does not like things hidden from him - and even less enjoys having to admit it. "We must be patient though. Gather resources, sources of power the whelps of Thor won't expect or notice. We must not tip off my brother too soon."