Travel by Bifrost is supposed to be highly reliable.
Loki, inveterate faller, falls off it anyway.
"I think my mother kidnapped me as an infant so she could later attempt to sit me on the throne of Jotunheim and use me as a puppet ruler to end the millennia-long war; what I'm not sure is whether my father knows."
"That's certainly a serious revelation."
"You don't say."
"There are people in Tulmire who may be able to answer the question of how much your father knew."
"Might take somebody up on that. At some point."
"Thank you for coming and doing this. I regret that it had such unexpected results."
"Do you know what you're going to do?"
"Good luck. We won't keep you."
She goes home. She spends some time by herself.
It's a few days later when next she emerges from her apartment to see who there is advertising pastwatching services.
Loki could guess at place and time in terms of planet and her announced birthdate, but yes, better to be able to search around. She pays up.
The office is in a discreet location. Inside everything is simple, metal and glass. Everything is decorated in cool tones. There's a painting of a retreating ocean tide on a beach of dark stone.
The pastwatcher greets Loki formally. She looks human except for her eyes. Her eyes have no whites or irises or pupils. Instead, there is a constantly flickering image, never settling on a single scene for long enough to make out the details. There's something green, a dark that might be space, a flowing blue, the movement of a hand, and so on, never settling.
"Can I get you something to drink before we start?"
"Water, maybe, if it's likely to be a long appointment."
"I would like to see my parents discussing my - existence. Planning on conceiving, discussing the pregnancy or discussing the non-pregnancy, let's skip copulating. - I just found out I am adopted and it would have been within my mother's power to deceive my father about it."
She searches time for the moments Loki is looking for. When she finds them, both her eyes and the mirrored surface of the table reflect the moment from the past. The voices come out of the air as if they were standing in the room.
It takes time for her to find exactly what Loki needs, but eventually, she does. She offers no commentary of her own.
Yeah, what is there to play lately?