It makes her sick, the way sadness is addicting. Sadness is familiar. It's comfortable and it's easy in the sense that it comes naturally to her. But everything else about it is hard. The way her body aches with self-hatred. The way her mind spins a...
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Heimdall, being the kind soul he is, did not leave Athlaia stranded on Earth, unlike her brother. He'd seen the pissed-off look she'd sent him from Earth and opened the Bifrost not far behind Thor. Athalia was granted enough time to say goodbye to her brunette friend before the gate opened again.
Ignoring all the screams from the police officers again, she was lifted from the ground and pulled through the gate. She could almost see Thor and Jane in front of her, but they looked like tiny dots. The princess was surprised that she couldn't hear any terrified screams from the mortal woman.
Soon they landed back in the gold tome. Athalia flicked some hair out of her face, thanking Heimdall who nodded in response, still standing in the center, holding tightly onto his sword.
"We have to do that again," Jane said as she looked around in amazement, "Hi," She added, her smile flinching slightly as she saw the gatekeeper.
Heimdall let go of his sword, taking a step towards the girl." Welcome to Asgard," He spoke. Jane nodded her head slightly at his words. Still looking around in amazement.
"Father's not going to like her being here, you know," Athalia whispered to her older brother, a fake smile on her face. It's not that she didn't like Jane, she found her lovely, it's just she was worried that they could have a repeat of events. Thor could possibly get banished again, and after all his hard work, or maybe, he could be sent to the dungeons just as Loki was.
There was no telling how the Allfather was going to take this.
Thor faked a smile, keeping his eyes on Jane as she continued to look around, "Shut up,"
Athalia wasn't sure what Thor's plan was with Jane, not being able to properly understand it, but whatever it was, it had something to do with not only her disappearing for hours on end but the dark red blast that attacked them back on Earth.
The siblings had led Jane to one of the healing wings, to see if they could help the poor mortal woman. Jane's skin looked paler, weaker. Unhealthy like. By then, before reaching the healing wing, Athlaia had changed back out of her armor, returning to one of her dresses.
The dress was like many of the other ones she owned. It was long, the ends dragging along the ground. Tight around the chest, holding in her waist from the corset. A deep, royal purple fabric from head to toe with gold wrapping the corset. The skirt had layers, the top one being the smallest and not wrapping around the whole of the skirt, it had a golden embroidered design around the edges. The dress had no sleeves, but it did have a thin layer of fabric draping down her arms.
She kept her silver rings, still wearing them from the party, and added her tiara. Her silky black hair had pieces falling in front of her face, while the rest swayed down her back as she watched the Asgardian nurses work their magic. Literally. Jane lay upon a glowing white table, amazed by everything happening. A thin string of orange magic wrapped over the table, connecting to the metal frames on either side.
