Asgard's Angel

Waking Up in Asguard

Angel groaned. She had a splitting headache. Opening her eyes, she started mentally panicking. She was in a large, lavishly furnished room that she had never seen before. This wasn't like when you wake up and for a moment can't remember where you are. She had literally no idea where she was. Slipping out from under the covers, she found her legs could barely hold her weight. Using the wall to support herself, she began to walk around the room. The door opened and she saw a young girl come in carrying a tray. She was so surprised to see Angel, she dropped it. But she didn't seem to care, she was smiling so brightly. "Oh miss you're awake!" She said in a dreamily happy voice. "I'm so happy to see you up, but you must lie down." The girl walked over and, seeing how weak Angel was, took her arm and helped her slowly back into the bed.  

"What am I doing here? Who are you? Where am I? How did I get here? Who brought me here?" She pelted the young girl with questions.  

"My, aren't you a curious one!" She exclaimed gleefully. Then she blinked. "Sorry, I just realized how patronizing I sounded just there. It's just that questions mean you're awake, and if you're awake it means you're alive."  

Angel sat up on her elbows. "Did you think I wouldn't make it?" She asked curiously.  

The girl shrugs. "We weren't sure. You've been out for the past three days. I'm Advantia by the way. I work in the castle. If you need anything, I'm always around somewhere." Angel looked at her.  

"Did you say castle?" She asked in disbelief.  

Advantia nodded. "I think I'd better leave answering you're questions to his highness the prince." As soon as she finished her sentence there was a knock at the door. Advantia answered with a mutter of "speak of the devil."  

"What did you say?" A mans' voice came through. Angel felt as though a weight had hit her in the chest. That was the voice of her attacker three nights ago.  

"Nothing your highness," she said sweetly.  

"Good. Now, how is our patient?"  

She heard the smile in Advantia's voice as she told him, "why don't you see for yourself." The door opened fully and in walked the dark haired man from the café and the bar. Advantia say down in a chair in the corner, unable to leave because of the need for a chaperone.  

While Angel's face was blank, her eyes reflected smouldering anger. "Who are you?" She hissed. He smirked 

"My, someone's hostile." He observed.  

"I was stalked, assaulted, kidnapped. I have every right and reason to be hostile." She snapped.  

He chuckled at her anger. "I can answer all your questions, but not if you're using that tone." She grumbled something about him and her mother. She closed her eyes. 'calm down Ange' she thought. 'If You See a Fairy Ring, recite it.' 

Loki watched in curiosity as Angel closed her eyes and bowed her head, entering what seemed to be a state of meditation. When she looked back up at him, gone was the hatred and anger, replaced by a calmness that made her unreadable. She sighed. "Let's try this again, shall we?" She said softly. "I'm Angel Green." She held out a hand.  

"Hello Angel, my name is Loki Odinson." He shook her hand. "I understand you have some questions." He said calmly. "Go ahead and ask whatever you want to know."  

"Where are we?" He swallowed. He had been preparing for her questions, but when it was actually time for her to ask them, he had to think for a moment.  

"Asguard. Home of the gods." He said simply.  

"Does that mean you're a...?"  

He nodded. "Yes. I'm the god of mischief." Loki had expected to see disbelief or terror in her eyes, but instead was the calmness and a quiet acceptance of the fact that she was in a castle with a god at the foot of her bed in a world full of gods.