Loki's Daughter, Mortem and Mischief

Chapter Thirteen

When I woke up, I felt as though I was hit by a truck. My body was aching, every single joint felt strained and every muscle was sore. And just as I slowly opened my eyes, a raging headache fell upon me. My head felt like it was splitting in two, absolutely filled with pressure. And yet, despite all of this-I was wide awake. 

My eyes fluttered open and to my surprise, I groaned as I finally sat up, only to realize I was quite far from where I was last. I was far from the observatory and even my father's arms. I sat in a cushy bed adorned with luscious furs and silky soft sheets. As nice as it was, I was instantly confused.

Looking down, I found myself dressed in a white nightgown. My wrists were cuffed with dainty bits of lace and embroidered flowers crawled up my arms. This was quite different from the t-shirt and jeans I had arrived in. As I slowly slipped out of bed, I found a pair of pink slippers waiting for me. They were just my size, slipping onto my feet with ease. The more I uncovered, the more unsettled I began to feel.

I hadn't a clue where I was or where my Father had gone. I was completely alone. The last I remembered was seeing my Father's face. He had looked so terrified, his face pained with concern and fear. Yet within eyes, a twinge of wonder had remained. I looked down at my hands as I sat on the side of the bed. I was stunned at what I had done. Had I really killed Hela?  As I looked at my hands, I realized another thing: the blisters had completely disappeared from my skin. There was no trace of them either, not even a scar. 

I took a survey of my surroundings, trying to get a grip on it all. The walls were a light green, so light they were almost white. Gilded murals danced across the walls, illustrating images of trees, flowers, and even small rabbits. Sun was shining through a large window framed with silky drapes. It poured onto the wooden floor like honey, illuminating everything it touched.

The entire room was perfection, adorably sweet and yet incredibly regal. But despite how much I adored the interior, I still had no idea where I was. After I pulled on a robe I had found in the massive armoire, I quietly made my way to the door.

Twisting the golden nob, I peaked my head out into the hallway where I finally was able to recognize where I was. As I stepped through the door, I took in the gorgeous marble columns, the windows that lined the corridor, and the nordic carvings that spanned the walls. I was most definitely still in Asgard, but most importantly, I was in the palace. 

Slowly, I made my way out into the hallway. I had narrowed down my location by my father as well as Sylvie were still missing in action. I feared that our plot had been foiled entirely, that perhaps they had been captured. I needed to find them, and quickly. I walked down the hallway briskly, pressing my ear against each and every door. I peaked into every entranceway and looked down every adjacent hallway. Yet, I couldn't find a single trace of either of them. The palace was eerily quiet and altogether normal.

I began to venture downstairs, hoping that I would find better luck there. After all, the dungeons were the lowest level and I was almost positive that Sylvie's attitude would land her there. Just as I landed my foot on the first step, I heard someone behind me.

"Bunny, what are you doing up so early?" 

I instantly turned around and found my father standing just yards away. He was dressed in a luscious green robe and looked as if he had just stumbled out of bed himself. I sighed in relief, smiling as I walked to him.

"Oh, father, I was just looking for you actually," I explained in exasperation, "I was so worried that maybe they had gotten ahold of you or something."

"Gotten ahold of me?" he echoed with a soft chuckle, "What could they possibly have to do with me?"

"Well, I dunno," I admitted, "I suppose you are still their prince but who knows. Anyways, where's Sylvie?"