Asgard

A cranky Thor was seated in the great hall of Asgard, disappointment of not claiming as much blood as he'd hoped during his visit to Midgard. While his people revelled through partying and feasting, he remained silent throughout the entire festival. Hippolyta was imprisoned in the dungeon, awaiting for her to come to her rescue. She wasn't entirely alone. Being left in the company of prisoners who were lucky to be spared rather than killed by Thor's might.

Thor's closest friends sought is company, forcing the God of Thunder and Lightning to subject his attention onto them rather than how he could've plotted their siege on Themyscira better. The Asgardian warriors all ate and drank as they pleased all the while Thor's lack of appetite only grew to the point he had to leave in order to escape the rowdiness of his fellow Vikings.

The ginger-haired Viking found no peace at all, not even walking out of his own party. One of his most faithful companions took notice of this and went to talk to him about why he was looking so glum. While Thor wasn't exactly the most open person, they were somebody he could confide in.

"My liege, the party is still warm yet you coldly leave us of your company." The Asgardian spoke up, slightly drunk.

"You have been such a dear friend to me, and a patriot to Asgard, Sif. I am grateful to call you my friend. Be clear to your intentions with me... am I doing what's right for Asgard?" Thor responded grimly, almost sounding on the brink of tears.

"Sire, the good of Asgard falls in your hands. Loki is your family. What good is a king if he does not have his loyal subjects by his side? If you are to prevail, you must flush out the pitiful insects that have taken whom you hold dear and make them answer for their treachery against the crown and Asgard."

With his purpose refilled, Thor stormed off to the dungeon with the intent of interrogating the Amazon queen. Hippolyta had anticipated the presence of the God of Thunder. His loud footsteps were given away by his demeanour and his fatness when he appeared in sight, approaching her cell window.

"So you finally decided to show your face... Oh, how Odin would be ashamed to see you now, child." Hippolyta acknowledged the chubby Asgardian prince.

"By your misfortune, the Allfather is... indisposed right now. I, however, am here to take his place as the rightful king of Asgard. Therefore I, Thor Odinson, am judge, jury and executioner. Speak wisely or forever... grasp your eternal rest or however you Midgardians say it. Look, there's just one thing I must know. Where. Is. Loki?" 

Defiantly, she hocked saliva and spat on the floor. 

"You won't make me talk." 

Thor clenched his jaw and reached for his hammer, patting the face of his signature weapon in his palm, taunting the blonde woman of what he intended to do to her. 

"You don't have to talk. But I will make you bleed..." 

Earth/Midgard 

Without a ruler, there was chaos. Themyscira was facing possibly the worst moment in its history as all the women were in feud of what was to become of their home without Diana willing to temporarily take her place as queen. The Amazons needed a ruler and Diana was not in the right headspace to fulfil that role. Through the comfort of her husband, she was able to find some momentary peace with the conflict swelling within her. 

"... my mother is out there in only Hera knows where. (Y/n). We have to find her. Do you understand me?!" Diana yelled in frustration of not being able to do anything. 

(Y/n) sighed loudly and pinched the bridge of his nose as he struggled to even find the words to comfort her at that moment while she was pacing back and forth with her hands fidgeting either through her hair or by her sides or in front of her with the ring on her finger. 

"Diana, honey. You've got to get ahold of yourself and calm the eff down." (Y/n) spoke up as calmly as he could make it sound without it coming out as aggressive or unencouraging. 

"I can't! I just can't, (Y/n)!" 

"Yes, you can. Just listen to my voice and only my voice," he instructed by taking her hands into hers, causing her to bring her attention onto him. "Focus on me: copy my breathing." 

By following his instructions, Diana was able to clear her mind and steady her heartbeat so that she was no longer acting erratically or out of thrill from the battle they just came out of. Her eyes dilated by staring deeply into his, her heartbeat steady but at a rhythmic pace as she quickly found herself tranquil within. Just when her heartbeat had steadied, it raced off again when (Y/n) closed the distance between their faces and connected their lips together. 

Instantly, she moulded into the kiss. The shortness of breath was the only factor of them having to pull away which evidently left a string of saliva behind from where (Y/n) mischievously slipped his tongue into her mouth in order to double the pleasure from the kiss alone. With a slight gap between their faces, (Y/n) grinned and whispered to his wife about whether that solved her problem. In response, she simply nodded her head, biting her lip for more affection. 

"As much as I'd love to lay you out and explore every inch of your body, we really must make haste and find your mother." (Y/n) whispered and moved his hand up to her face, tracing his thumb around her lips. 

Diana impatiently slammed her lips against his, speaking at every interval kiss. "Mmpf... maybe... we... can... do... more... of... this... later..." 

"Be a good girl, now." He said teasingly.

He gave her bottom a squeeze before they acted seriously to the matter of his mother-in-law's kidnapping.

"Did you hear anything when the Vikings attacked? Did they seem interested in anything, or were they here simply because we were their biggest competitor - as in, fighting traditionally instead of going up against people with automatic rifles and tanks and jetfighters?" 

"I do believe I heard the God of Thunder proclaim he was looking for someone named Loki?" 

"Loki? Like, the Norse God of Mischief, Loki?" 

"That name is familiar to you?" 

"Well, yeah. I travelled a lot, remember? I picked up on a lot of things. Wait. I think there's something that can give us more information on who we're looking for. C'mon." 

The two assembled themselves in the library where (Y/n) seemed to draw themselves to the general area in which he was looking for information on Norse Mythology. To Diana's surprise, he'd managed to located the book he was looking for and quickly flipped through the pages before using his index finger to trace over what he read aloud. 

"Loki was the son of Fárbauti, an unspecified jötunn whose name means 'cruel striker.' His mother was usually called Laufey, though she was also referred to as Nál. Loki's brothers were Helblindi and Býleistr, also jötnar. 

Loki married the goddess Sigyn, about whom little is known, except that by Loki she had a son named Nari, or Narfi. Loki also reproduced with his mistress, Angrboda, a jötunn (possibly a troll) who gave birth to three children: Hel, who ruled the eponymous underworld called Hel, Jörmungandr, the sea serpent of Midgard and arch-nemesis of Thor, and Fenrir, the massive wolf fated to slay Odin during Ragnarök." 

The two furrowed their brows together as they thought about the most logical theories they could put forward about the reason behind Thor uncovering the mischievous God's location. 

"Hm..." 

"What, what is it beloved?" 

"I swear I heard somewhere they were brothers. Maybe it was something I watched once." 

Diana growled. "Focus!" 

"Alright! Alright. Hm. Let's see... You don't think they're actually brothers, do you?" 

"It's a possibility we cannot rule out just yet. What if Loki came to Earth to seek refuge from something he might've done to upset the Norse Gods?" 

"But why Earth, of all places?" 

"I do not know. But then again, it's just a theory. For all we know, he could have an appointment with the gallows and he decided to just come here?" 

"Let's put a pin on that and slide that aside. How are we going to lure Loki to us - how the hell will we even figure out who he is?" 

The two fell into silence by pondering on what ideas they could bright forward to scheme bringing Loki out of hiding. At the snap of her fingers, Diana was able to come up with a plan that would lure the God of Mischief as she had recalled knowledge from an elder on doppelgangers. If there was one thing Gods like, it was theatre.