Mirabella Odinsdottir

8- Contact

A/N- Oh my god! I refreshed the story and it wasn't showing any of the reads and my heart just stopped, oh my god thank you so much for reading it means the world!

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

I snapped my eyes open to find myself laying in a bed? The white lights that shone above me where quite startling to my half asleep self. What the hell was happening? Then everything came flooding back to me, about Thor being banished, about following him, about Thor being shot, me being shot, and that's where it goes blank.

I bolted upright and looked properly this time, I was in a room with white walls and one wall lined with glass. I looked down only to see myself wearing a horrible shapeless blue gown.

"Hey, your up" The voice came from the door, then there was a man who walked in, who was also wearing some horrible shapeless blue outfit, however it looked to be made of a different material to mine.

"So, sweetie, what's your name?" What's my name? I'm aware Odin isn't exactly liked across all of the realms but everyone knows the Asgardian family's names. This is when it occurred to me that wherever on this realm I was either in the midst an extremely backwards and dim civilisation, or I wasn't in the nine realms anymore.

Given the fact that Father was the one who banished his lovely favourite son, I doubt he'd send him off the nine realms so I was currently favouring the first option of the two. "Sweetie everything okay?" What sort of question was that? I'd just had my ass kicked in Jotenheim, sustained a head injury. Hold on.

My head was no longer throbbing my hand flew to my temple to check for any more blood but there was none. The man in blue was now standing at my bedside, "Yeah, you had a good cut up there, don't worry all sorted now though"

"You've healed it?"

"Well, it's not completely healed, per say yet, but it won't cause you any more bother, now what's your name sweetie?"

"Val" I said, the first thing that popped into my head was the famous Valkyrie so why not go with that? If these people did not know who I already was then chances were I would know very little about them when I actually found out where I was.

"Val, wow that's a pretty name, you have an amazing accent where are you from?" Where am I from? Well atleast my suspicions had been confirmed now, only issue was, if these people didn't know about Asgard, they were either enemies of Asgard's before the reign of King Bor, hence communications were cut and they now know nothing about us. Or, like I say, they are simply backwards and never had contact in the first place.

That's when I crafted a small neat little plan in my head, "Where do you think I'm from?"

"I'm sorry?" Clearly catching him off guard there

"Where do you think I'm from, you said I have an amazing accent, what accent do you think that is?"

"Well, em, are you from England?" Bingo

"Yes, I'm from England, that is correct Sir"

Time to push my luck a little further, "Where am I currently?"

"Well, your in New Mexico County Hospital, and since England's pretty far away, how did you actually get here?" Great, not the faintest clue where this England or New Mexico is and now I have to explain how I got here.

"Well, umm"

"It's alright take your time sweetie" Suddenly there was lots of banging next door and lots of people were shouting. Then I heard a specific person shouting, Thor. Great, that meant that my brother was here, I mean, not great that he's shouting but atleast he's near and I don't have to look through nine realms to find him. The man at my bedside rushed out to go and and help or investigate the noise.

If it truly was my brother than he was in for a lot of fun, not.

It must have been atleast ten minutes before a different man came in looking a little worse for wear. "Hey kiddo I'm Dr. Becket, I just need to ask you some more questions okay?" I nodded my head slightly as a sign of response. "Right kid where did you leave off with the last guy?"

"I was asking as to who brought me here"

"Must've hit my head harder than I remember" He mumbled under his breath, while rubbing the back of his head, clearly thinking I wouldn't hear, "Well it says on your record there was a lady who found you with them cuts and a mild concussion and brought you here." A lady? Probably the woman who shot me.

That's when the gears started turning in my head, why would the woman who shot me take me to a healer if she wished to cause harm? It would mean that she didn't, well sort of. Come to think of it now it did look like she was shaking, and I did conjure a dagger and point it at her, maybe she shot me in defence?

That couldn't be right though could it? I mean she shot Thor without being provoked, but then again it is Thor, the amount of times I've attacked him for the fun of it was phenomenal so I wouldn't exactly blame her for it. "Is everything okay?"

Of corse, the healer at my bed side, almost forgot about him, that's when another plan hatched in my head. Of corse there was lots of areas where this could wrong, but here I was, somewhere in the nine realms with people who looked awfully peculiar so it was worth a shot.

"Do you have means to contact her?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Means to contact her? You know, to contact her, to talk to her, find her?"

"Yeah kid I know what the word contact means, and yeah, what up?"

"She's my sister, could you get her to come and collect me?"

"Collect you? Kid, have u seen yourself, your gonna need to stay here for a few more days, and if she was your sister why wouldn't she say so?"

"She doesn't like me exactly, doesn't want to be affiliated with me, could you still contact her? I wish to have her here please"

"Fine whatever you need Downton Abbey"

"Downton Abbey?"

"Oh come on kid you know, like the series, you know what, forget it"

I had no clue what he was talking about but I take it from his obvious upset state that the interaction did exactly go well.