Stuck in Avengers!

Holy Shit We're Going to Jotunheim

Cyril POV:

Okay, you have no fucking idea just how big that goddamn castle is. Jesus. I stumbled down a stair case, wary of the flowing water below me. Taking a look around, I found that I had finally located the Casket of Ancient Winters. It glowed a dull blue, and was quite enchanting really. I began to run down the stairs before stopping abruptly, teetering on the final step. "Didn't the last strangers that tried to get close to this thing get frozen into the ground? By a giant metal robot? Ooh, I don't think I wanna risk that," I mumbled softly. A popping and crackling noise echoed from a wall further into the room. Taking a quick step into the water, I exhaled sharply and waited. Around three giant blue figures emerged, icing the guards that had been patrolling the Casket. Guiltily, I watched the procession knowing I probably could have prevented it. "It's all for the plot of the story Cyril, for the plot of the story," I chastised myself, and stiffened when the gate behind the Casket began to vanish. The frost giants turned, shocked of course, and started to scuttle away. Trying to shield myself, I felt the flash and blast that forever damned those poor sons of bitches. Uncovering my eyes, I surveyed the damage. "Holy fuck!" I gasped, bringing a hand to my mouth. At that moment, three pairs of feet rushed into the room. Peeping out from behind the staircase, I marveled at Odin and his sons. Watching intently, I saw Thor begin to argue with his father. "We need to attack them now, they have obviously broken the truce!" Thor stressed. "There is no need for these sorts of antics, Thor. What happened today is not important. The Casket is still here, and the perpetrators have paid the ultimate price," Odin stated. Loki stood quietly to the side while Thor stared at his father with a look of exasperation. "I need to make them learn to fear me just as they once feared you, father!" Thor explained, and I rolled my eyes. "Idiot!" I hissed, but it came out a little too loudly. Their heads whipped in my direction, and I recoiled. Only to remember that I was invisible and had just created a rather large ripple in the water. Shit. "Who goes there?" Thor called out, walking towards me. Loki followed, and leaned over the water. As he reached toward the rippling area in the water, my brain melted. "YEEEEK!" Launching myself down the water channel, I flailed around in a desperate attempt to escape. 'Wait a minute,' I thought, 'why am I doing this?! I can teleport. Silly me!' I'd recently found an easier way to go about it too! I just think where I want to go, and as an added touch, snap my fingers like Dobby the Elf! Thinking of the dining hall where the escapade to Jotunheim is planned, I apparated away. Crashing behind one of the pillars, I groaned, and pulled myself up to my feet. Still sopping wet, I quickly bounced the water off myself while looking around. "That food looks delicious," I sighed, looking toward the long dining table wistfully. "Wait a second, just what is going to stop me from taking a bite or two?!" I exclaimed gleefully. As long as I don't touch the alcohol, it's all good! Rushing forward, I snatched a loaf of bread and tore off a big chunk with my teeth. I was hungry as hell. Sleeping for over a thousand years does that to a person, I think! The bread was really good, and before I knew it, half the loaf was gone. As I was leaning against the table and enjoying my little feast, I heard a cacophony of voices approaching. Grabbing another bread loaf, I booked it to behind a pillar. The sun shone down from behind me, warming my back. Turns out it was just passing village people, but before I could relax another person entered. Thor. He quickly walked across the room and sat down around 5 feet to my left in a huff. After flipping the table with a bellow, he sat, clearly angry, I took a cautious bite of my first bread loaf. Another person walked in, and I saw that it was Loki. As he came to his brother's side, he sat. "It is not wise to be with me right now, brother," Thor sighed, and Loki looked ahead. Now, I was too busy filling my stomach to really pay attention to their conversation, but you've seen the movie, you get the gist. My attention was finally diverted from the food when four new persons entered the dining hall place thing. "What happened here?!" Volstagg cried, surveying the damage. "I know, right, that poor food," I said softly, ripping another chunk from the bread loaf and finishing it off. Luckily, I still had another one! Ha! "I'm going to Jotunheim," Thor announced, standing up. "No. No!" Loki said from his seat. Sif nodded. "That is not a good idea, Thor," She warned, and he grinned. "Friends, have you forgotten all the good times we've had together? All the war, the victory, the glory?" While he began to convince the warriors, I quietly crept down and sat next to (two feet away was deemed safe) Loki, munching on the next bit of bread. Unfortunately for me, the crust crunched a little bit, and his head turned towards me. Not seeing anything, he stared suspiciously at nothing. I kind of had to make the bread disappear too. "To Jotunheim!" Thor and the warriors cheered.