As great as it felt to be surrounded by those she loved and dearly missed, Kajsa felt out of place. She stared at the beaming faces around her with a sad smile.

She even found herself angry that she didn't feel at home in the place she'd grown up.

It wasn't just about missing Earth either. It had less to do with that and more about the new power running through her veins and the vision she had earlier. She couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible would happen soon.

Now that the Nine Realms were in order, the people of Asgard felt peace, happiness, and ultimately safe. The thought of it all going to ruins troubled her; it made her furious even.

It was a chilly night in Asgard, but the fire roaring in the dining hall kept the people warm. Kajsa sat at a table with Thor and two-thirds of the Warriors Three. Hogun stayed back home in Vanaheim to help get things back in order after the battle that ensued.

Fandral sat with two women on both arms while Volstagg was on his third drink with his daughter in his lap.

His son sat beside them while his other daughter sat on his wife's lap across from them.

The other Asgardians were sitting around them at different tables, laughing, eating, drinking - celebrating with each other.

One of Volgstagg's daughters looks at Kajsa. "What was it like down there?"

The room quieted to murmurs; almost everyone's attention went to Kajsa.

"On earth?" she asked.

The little girl nodded.

Not in the mood to talk, Kajsa looks at Thor.

"Thor, why don't you tell them? You've been there before."

"Yes, sister, but you live there," he didn't take the spotlight as she'd hoped.

Kajsa's shoulders slouched.

"Go on tell us," he encouraged her.

"Well, where do I start?" Kajsa sighs. "Earth is very different from here in Asgard. At least New York is. It mostly depends on where you live. Places like the United Kingdom are similar to ours. They have a king and queen."

"But you lived in New York. In America?" a little girl asked.

"Yes, exactly. New York is a beautiful city with many people. At night, the buildings shine brightly. It's absolutely gorgeous."

"What are the people like?" Fandral wondered though the cheeky smile on his face let her know he wanted to know what the women were like.

"Well, New Yorkers are usually too busy trying to get a cab to talk, but Americans they're like anybody else. Some are nice, and others could use a hammer to the face," she made everyone laugh, especially Thor.

"And the food?" Volstagg wondered.

"Oh, the food," Kajsa rolled her eyes with a wide grin. "You'd love it! New York has some of the best pizza in the world."

"What's a pizza?"

"It's a dish so simple, yet so delicious. You put tomato sauce, cheese, and any toppings that you want on top of dough and put it into the oven. It's warm, cheesy, saucy, and the slices can be as big as your face!"

Volstagg gasped, just as engaged as the children. "That's it! I have to try it!"

"You can make it on your own. It's really easy. We could make one together."

"Can I help?" asked his son.

"Of course," Kajsa ruffled his hair.

"Do you miss it there?" Fandral grabbed her attention. "And the friends you made there?"

"Well, of course," she didn't hesitate to answer. "I made a really good life there and friendships that'll last a lifetime."

Fandral nodded, wearing the same sad smile as Volgstagg.

"But I missed it here too," she told them. "And all of you."

"We missed you too," Fandral holds up his drink. "To Kajsa returning home and saving it."

"To Kajsa!" everyone lifted their drinks.

"To Kajsa," Thor patted her on the arm with a smile, though the sadness in his eyes was still apparent.

Like her, his mind had been in the clouds despite the celebration going on around them.

As the plethora of conversations resumed, Kajsa quietly left the table, going outside on the balcony to get some air.

It was just as crowded outside as it was inside. It was a cold night in Asgard, but her furry cloak kept her warm and toasty.

She let out a deep sigh, staring over the balcony at the city of Asgard.

"Never gets old, does it?" Sif appeared by her side.

Kajsa briefly looks at the beautiful brunette. "No, it doesn't. How are you, Sif?"

"Good, good. I'm happy that things are back to normal. For the most part, that is; what Loki did has changed everybody and everything forever."

Kajsa nodded quietly, unsure of how to respond. Sif's mention of her ex-husband made her realize that they never got to discuss how the confession of their marriage affected their friendship.

"Kajsa," Sif pulls her around by the shoulder. "While you were gone, I thought a lot about our friendship. I don't know if it means anything, but had I known you were married to Loki. I wouldn't have . . ."

"It's all right, Sif."

"No, it's not. A crush and a boyfriend is one thing, but a husband? That's a vow. Despite how I feel about Loki, I know you. If you married him, it's because you saw something in him. I should have respected that, and I'm sorry."

"Wow," Kajsa was surprised. "Thank you for that. You know, I'm sorry too. For not telling you and -"

"Look at how I behaved. I wouldn't tell me either."

"Well, true, but I will admit, there were a lot of red signs and, I was too in love to pay attention."

"Yet, in the end, you helped take him down. Twice. That says a lot. I know it wasn't easy."

"First time, yes, the second time, well, let's just say Loki, and I made our amends. What we had was beautiful, but it was best we go our separate ways."

"Good for you," Sif nudged Kajsa, making her smile. "What does that mean for you? Are you in Asgard for good?"

"No, I've got a job to get back to and friends. But I plan on coming back home, of course. With the bridge fixed, I can come and go as I please."

"So, you really made a home there?" Sif seemed curious rather than shocked.

"Yeah, I did. Is that so weird?"

"No, no, I guess not. It's just that I can't seem to understand what's so special about Midgard. It seems everyone who goes there doesn't come back the same."

Kajsa's gaze instantly went to Thor, who was walking toward them. It didn't take a genius to know that's whom Sif was talking about.

"It's not really Earth. It's more the people," Kasja explained. "But if I were you, I wouldn't worry. It doesn't diminish our love for Asgard or our closest friends and family."

Patting Sif on the shoulder, Kajsa walks away, leaving the brunette to talk to Thor.

No longer in a party mood (not that she ever was), Kajsa fetches Iduna and heads across the rainbow bridge to see her father. She leaves the majestic horse while she heads inside.

Standing guard with his sword, Heimdall smiled at the sight of her. Though he was a man that often wore a hard exterior, he was apart from Kajsa for a whole year, and when she did come back, she almost died.

The father was so excited by her return and relieved of her wellbeing that he couldn't help but smile when he saw her.

That and how much she'd grown as a person and a woman made him all the more proud.

"Shouldn't you be celebrating with your friends?" he asked.

"I did," Kajsa took a seat on the stairs. "But I wanted to see you."

"And check up on your other friends, I sense," Heimdall watched her closely.

"Well, you aren't wrong," Kajsa didn't want to lie but also felt a bit guilty for longing to be elsewhere.

"Are you ready to leave already?" Heimdall asks her.

Kajsa pulled her attention away from the galaxy, standing with a sigh.

"Why does everyone keep asking them that? I'm happy to be home. I want to be here, but I made a home there too. When I was there, I missed everybody, and now that I'm here, it's the same thing. Can't everyone be okay with me being here?"

"You can't blame me for worrying, Kajsa. I mean, look at Thor. He's supposed to be king, but all he thinks about is that girl."

"Her name is Jane, father, and please don't act as if you've never been in love before."

"I'm not Kajsa. I just want you here."

"And here I am. I apologize if my head isn't, a lot's just happened, is all. The Battle of the New York and the Tesseract incident."

"Of course," Heimdall felt guilty for thinking of himself when his daughter had been through so much. "How have you been feeling?"

"Well," Kajsa holds herself. "My powers tend to flare if I'm in a high emotional state, but other than that, I'm fine."

"Are you still having the dreams?"

Kajsa nodded, thinking back to her recent one.

"Care to share what you've seen?"

"No," she shakes her head. "None of them make sense so far anyway."

Kajsa especially didn't want to explain her vision of Bucky. It sounded absurd to dream about a future with a man that was dead.

There was a small moment of silence before Heimdall hesitantly asked, "have you seen Loki?"

"I have not. We ended our marriage on good terms but, I'm not sure what to say to him yet."

"Understandable," Heimdall nodded. "Have you thought about what you'll do now that you're not married?"

"What do you mean?" Kajsa's eyebrows furrowed.

"I know it's soon, but I hope you don't plan on staying alone forever."

She chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest. "You didn't remarry."

"Well, I'm different."

"How so?"

"I'm an old man now. I've lived too long to start over. You, on the other hand, you're young. You still have a chance."

Kajsa thought deeply about his words. "I don't know, father. I thought Loki was it, as crazy as it sounds. I can't think of being with someone else, starting over. It doesn't even seem possible," she referred to Bucky though Hemidall was unaware.

"What do you mean it's impossible?" he was appalled. "Any man would be lucky to have you as his wife, and you'd make a great mother one day."

"A mother?" Kajsa scoffed. "Children? Father, please."

"You and Loki never talked about having children?"

"Surprisingly, it never really came up. Loki was too upset about the throne to discuss an heir, and not having a mother around made me feel like it was for the best that I didn't become one myself."

"You had queen Frigga."

Kajsa chuckles dryly, "and look how her children turned out."

"Kajsa!" Heimdall gasped as if she'd blasphemed against the queen.

"I mean no disrespect, father. I'm just saying children are complicated. Marriage is complicated, family . . ."

"It doesn't mean you quit on it, Kajsa."

"I'm not quitting on it, I just . . . I already have one failed marriage. I want to do it right next time. Part of that is not rushing to get back into it. And now I've got these new powers, a job to return to in New York . . ."

"You're right," Heimdall apologizes. "I don't mean to pressure you, but I want you to be able to experience a love like your mother and me. I want to be . . . involved next time."

Kajsa's face fell as she realized not only had her marriage ended, but it had been a secret, making it, so she didn't have a real wedding with friends and family. She never even got to dance with her father or have him give her away.

As much as she loved Loki and didn't regret the way they did things, those were desires she had when first falling in love with Loki. She'd hoped somehow her father would come around to their relationship, and they could bring their families together.

Instead, she missed out on the tradition and, in a way, took it from her father as well.

It's every father's dream to give their daughter away to a man they trust and know will take care of her.

"Father, I can't promise you when or even who, but if I ever find love again, it'll be the right way. With you and our friends . . ."

"We'll have a dance together?" Heimdall made her smile.

"I promise," she nods.

Feeling a familiar presence, Kajsa looked to see Thor walking in. Already knowing who it was, Heimdall didn't move an inch.

"I thought you'd be here," Thor wasn't surprised to see her.

"You're late," Heimdall's greeting made it evident that Thor spent much time at the Bifrost.

"Merriment can sometimes be a heavier burden than battle," Thor stands beside Kajsa.

"I concur," she nodded understandingly.

"Then you're doing one of them incorrectly," Heimdall made both of them chuckle.

"Perhaps," was all Thor could say. "How fare the stars?"

"Still shining," answers Heimdall. "From here, I can see nine realms and ten trillion souls."

After looking at the two for a brief moment, he pushes his sword into the apparatus. The Bifrost dome starts up, the walls shifting like a clock to give a broader view of the galaxy.

"Do you recall what I taught you of the Convergence?"

"Of course," Kajsa nods.

"The alignment of the worlds," Thor recalls. "It approaches, doesn't it?"

Heimdall descends the stairs to stand with them. "The universe hasn't seen this marvel since before my watch began. Few can sense it. Even fewer can see it. But while its effects can be dangerous, it is truly beautiful."

He looked down at Kajsa, whose eyes shined like his as she stared at the trillions of lives happening at one time.

A smile spread across her face as she took in the wonder and beauty. Kajsa took the opportunity to check on their fellow Avenger mates.

Fury, Natasha, and Hill were working as usual. Clint was on his break, spending time with his family. Steve was still adjusting to the new modern world and finding companionship in her cat, Maria. He'd offered to watch the feline while Kajsa was away.

Last was Tony. He seemed to be doing the worse out of everyone, especially after the Battle of New York. He wasn't sleeping and looked depressed.

Kajsa looked on, sadly. When she returned to earth, she'd be stationing in D.C. Maybe she could stop in New York to see Tony first. She oddly found herself quite fond of him.

Though Stark could be childish and a bit of a nuisance, he was a man with a good heart. A man who sacrificed his life to save the world. It was no wonder he wasn't doing well. Who would after almost dying?

Thor glanced down at her briefly, unable to experience what Kajsa and her father could. "I see nothing."

"Oh, brother, no need to be discreet. We all know it is not beauty seek," Kajsa pats him on the arm.

All Thor could do was chuckle; even Heimdall cracked a smile.

"How is she?" Odinson inquired of his beloved, staring curiously at the galaxy.

"Your mortal," Heimdall explains. "She doesn't know it yet, but she studies the Convergence as well. Even . . ." he stops short, taking a step closer.

Thor hadn't grown worried until Kajsa took a step forward, squinting. Like her father, she was trying to see Jane.

"What?" he asked the two.

"I can't see her," Heimdall's revelation troubled Thor.

Kajsa looks at him; he had that Asgardian warrior look in his eyes. There was no way he would wait to see if they could see Jane or not. He had to see her for himself.

"Are you coming?" he asked Kajsa.

She grins, "is that even a question?"