Ei Diafol| Book 3| A Novella in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series|

Part XI~ The Festival and the Bleeding Heart

               Part 11

Hey all! Decided to post this today instead of tomorrow because tomorrow is Thursday, and *in Rapunzel voice* "It's my birthday!" Yay, I'll be 17!!

~Music~

Beginning: Mortal Instruments Opening/Clary's Theme (Mortal Instruments: City of Bones soundtrack)

Dance: Kingdom Dance (Tangled soundtrack)

End: Godric's Hollow Graveyard (Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows: Part 1)

Part XI (11)

~Nobody's POV

        That evening, after a dinner that she had shared with only Thor (Loki had bowed out, which left the dinner extremely awkward and almost completely silent), Thea takes Klaka into her room. The puppy is wide awake now, and bouncing around her feet, yipping loudly before he runs to the large wooden rectangular box filled with soft linens that is his bed.

        According to Thor, who had greeted Klaka with slightly more enthusiasm than Loki had, it is Asgardian tradition to keep dogs off of beds, as it was a show of respect to the owner. Thea hadn't cared for this rule, but she accepted it, mostly to get Thor out of the room.

        While Klaka occupies himself by rolling around in his wooden box, and after she changes into a light-colored nightgown that trails her feet, Thea settles onto a mahogany chair at a small glass desk. She takes out the letters that Thor had given her earlier, and, hesitating slightly, opens the first one.

Hi Thea!

I hope Asgard is going well. It's a little boring over here, mostly because Stark Tower is as uncrowded as ever. Although, Bruce got here, but he and Tony just spend their time locked up in the centre of the building, their labs. Pete's been AWOL too, so I suppose he's doing some sort of spidery mission. So basically, I just go to school and come back here. How are you doing, mate? I miss ya. Send me a reply, would you? -Jack

        There are two more, and Thea already knows who they are from.

Missy,

Do me a favor and stop me from getting a heart attack by actually sending me something. You can send me a page of scribbles for all I care. - Kyle

 

Thea,

Hey, how are you doing? We miss you down here...Look, I know you might now want to talk to us-or anyone- but we're worried about you down here. Kyle keeps threatening to come up to Asgard, even if that were possible. But anyway, we all care about you, and have your back. I just want you to be happy, so you can come home. -Max

        Thea looks at the three notes, and considers them. She runs her fingers along the pages, loving the tangibility of holding something that links her with those at home. She lies her arms on the desk, then her head on her arms and stares out towards the open window, blinking rapidly. She's homesick and heartsick all at once.

        Then, sitting up straighter, she grabs a piece of paper from a drawer. She can't find a pen, but when she digs through her rucksack, she finds one at the bottom, next to the Asgardian journal that she had taken with her. She takes a seat back at the desk and, uncapping the pen, begins to write.

Jack,

I miss you too. I sort of feel lonely without you, like a hole. Asgard is okay, but I want to go home. Tell Bruce I said hi. ~Thea