It had been a while. Okay, maybe more than a little. Alright, alright, it's been three years. I became gravely ill and fell into(what the Midgardians call) a coma and did not wake for a year and two months. I hadn't seen my father or my uncle for at least two. My world was turned upside down more than once in that time. Captain Rogers was reunited with the man he loved from his own time. Mr Stark was set back after the failure with an AI who tried to destroy the world. Natasha and Clint were with Clint's family in an undisclosed location. Dr Banner joined Mr Stark. I was left completely alone when Maggie suddenly died. I lost her home so I was forced to look for somewhere else to live. I gave up after three months on the street and returned to Asgard.
My grandfather and mother welcomed me with open arms. I possessed the same magic talent as my father, but not his natural skin. I found that my uncle was on Earth assisting with the clean up and my father was apparently dead. No one even bothered to tell me... I was crushed. With my uncle away and being the king because my grandparents stepped down and their other son dead, I was Queen. I was crowned two days after my return and as Queen my name would be changed. I picked Iona meaning "born on an island" where my awareness of my true nature was discovered, Manhattan, an island. I became one of the queens of old that I grew up knowing to be the goddesses I encountered every day. I was saddened to remember that I had none of my friends and little family about at the momentous occasion.
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Little Miss Mischief
Fanfiction-ON HIATUS- It's about the Avengers, there are OCs so if you don't like that just don't read it? I started this when I was in 7th grade, so don't judge the beginning too harshly. If you're curious just read it dude.
