Stuck in Avengers!

Odin Sleep

Cyril POV:

I woke with a start, to find darkness blanketing my room. Blindly, I fumbled for my phone, and fished it out of my pants pocket. Slightly blind from the harsh light glaring from the screen, I found that I had been asleep for around two hours. In any case, it was late. Walking over to my door, I twisted the knob only to remember it was locked. Sighing, I teleported to the Casket of Ancient Winters. Appearing in front of a pillar, I peered around it cautiously. Loki stood before the Casket, and with a deep breath, grasped it handles quickly. Donning my invisibility, I stepped out from the pillar. "Stop!" a voice shouted. Odin stood at the top of the stairs. Slowly, Loki set the Casket down, and turned to face his father. "Am I cursed?" he asked softly, and I marveled at him. "You're my son," Odin replied, and Loki barked out a laugh. "What have you been hiding from me? Am I truly your son?" I have to sit down for this one. Odin began to explain the story of Loki's birth to him, as I watched intently. "Why did you not tell me this? What purpose could I possibly serve you, a Jotun trapped within the walls of Asgard?" "I wanted to protect you-" Odin began, only to be harshly cut off. "TELL ME!" Loki shrieked. "Long ago, when I first found a baby abandoned after the battle of Jotunheim, I took it upon myself to raise it as one of my own. I thought that perhaps, when people saw that a frost giant had been raised in Asgard, a truce could be arranged. Peace could finally rein around us," Odin explained, and I rose to my feet, and crept toward Loki. He looked broken. Which is understandable. "So..what, I'm just another relic, collected to rot within the palace? Trapped and never allowed to leave?" Loki questioned. Odin started to speak, but Loki cut him off, striding up towards his 'father', his voice rising with each step. Stuttering, Odin began to sink to the steps, eventually letting his eyes fall shut. Loki froze. "Guards. Guards! Help, please!" he panicked, shouting. Guards burst into the room, and started to gather their King up and take him away. I lost my invisibility, and watched as Loki turned. He started, seeing me. "What are you doing here? How did you leave your room?" he said, looking dejected. "I saw what happened. Do you want me to walk with you?" I offered, standing my ground. "I need to talk with Mother. Follow if you wish," he told me, and I nodded. Hopping up the steps, I followed him into the hall. "So, I'm guessing you're going to want me to not tell anyone about you being a smurf," I ventured, as we took a sharp turn. "I don't know what a smurf is, but yes, I would appreciate it if you would not mention this to anyone," he agreed. Frowning, I looked up at him. "You should know that some people suspect you of being a traitor to the kingdom. Like, letting the frost giants in and all that. Disrupting the coronation. Getting your brother exiled," I nervously explained. Loki shot a look at me, and I realized how I sounded. "I'm not saying that I believe that, not at all! I just thought I should let you know. Forget I said anything," I said hastily. Before he could say anything to me, Frigga approached us. "Loki, what's happened to your father?! He's fallen into Odin sleep and isn't waking up," she panicked. "Why do they call it Odin sleep? That makes no sense. He's in a coma for sure," I muttered to myself, and Loki elbowed me in the side, trying to shut me up. "Who is this young lady? I've never seen her before," Frigga questioned, looking at me. "She is my guest, mother. We met, and I wished for her to stay with me," Loki revealed, glancing over at me. I smiled dumbly, and extended my hand. "My name is Cyril. It's an honor to meet you, my queen," I introduced myself, and decided to look up how to address royalty. "I would take the time to extend pleasantries further, but my king has fallen asleep and will not wake. Loki, I need to talk with you," Frigga lamented, and Loki nodded before turning to me. "Retire to your room, or go seek out a playmate. This conversation is not for your ears," he articulated, before offering a quick smile. HOLY SHIT HE SMILED ADORABLE. Nodding dazedly, I floated away. Not literally..I think. After wandering around for about fifteen minutes, I found a chamber with a fire flickering in it. Lady Sif and the warriors three were occupying it, and I stood in the doorway. "Loki has always been jealous of Thor. It's only natural that he would want to get rid of him. Let's face it, with his magic, he's perfectly capable of letting three frost giants enter Asgard," Sif explained, and Volstagg continued. "Yes, and if he did let them in, it would have successfully interrupt and shut down the coronation ceremony. Which it did," Fandrall stood up. "This is insanity! Loki would never do such a thing. Yes, he may be a trickster, but going this far just doesn't sound like him at all. Be realistic you fools. And Volstagg, how could you be eating at a time like this? Thor has just been exiled and we may never see him again!" he accused, and Volstagg launched up. "Do not mistake my appetite for apathy!" He bellowed, and I flinched at the sound of a platter rattling to the ground. "Hey, who's that kid and what is she doing here?" Holgun said loudly, pointing across the room at me. Placing a hand to my chest, I gasped loudly in an exagerrated way. Fandral began to walk quickly toward me. "I remember her. She followed us into Jotunheim. Tell us your name, Girl!" he cried harshly. Whipping around, I fled. As I did so, I heard lady Sif speak. "Let us go speak with Odin, maybe we can reason with him. Also, something has to be done about that child. Something tells me that she is not from this realm," That's all I heard, and even then I was straining. Whirling into the throne room, I fell before the guards. Rising to my knees, I saw Loki sitting upon the throne. He stared down at me, leaning his chin on his fist. "Look at you, all kingly and noble," I said approvingly, sitting back on my butt in a relaxed position. "Yes, I have taken my father's place as the rightful King of Asgard," Loki proclaimed proudly. Grinning, I flashed a thumbs up. Slowly standing up, I walked towards the throne, only to be blocked by the guards. "Oh, come now, what damage do you think I can really do? Besides, I actually like this guy, there's no way I would willingly hurt him!" I snapped indignantly. With a wave of the arm, Loki signaled for the guards to step aside. Smirking, I passed them and quickly jumped up the steps. I excitedly sat down on the ground next to the throne. "This is my seat now. No one can sit here. Just me," I declared in my most official voice. "Pfft, heh. You're an interesting girl," Loki grinned, just as Sif and her warriors barged into the throne room. "My king, we request an audience-" Upon seeing Loki seated upon the throne, Sif froze mid-sentence. "Loki, where is Odin?" Volstagg questioned, and Loki sighed. "Father has fallen into Odin Sleep. Mother fears he may never wake again. Any problem you have can be discussed with me," he rose from his seat and stepped forward, "your king," I stared, wide-eyed. Oh, snap. Shits getting intense. Sif and the warriors knelt before him. "My king," Sif began slowly. "We request that you end Thor's exile. Is his punishment not a little too harsh?" she requested, and Loki shook his head. "I am afraid I cannot do that. After all, I can't exactly have my first order as king cancel out the previous's last. Thor must stay in Midgard. That is the way things must be," he concurred, and I nodded. "Yes...my king," Sif agreed halfheartedly. Then, looking toward me, she spoke again. "Who is that girl? She is not of Asgard, I have never seen her face before! We all saw her during our scuffle in Jotunheim. Tell me, who is she?" Turning to me, Loki gave a small smile. "Care to introduce yourself," he offered, and I grinned. Standing upright, I crossed an arm over my chest, letting my closed fist sit over my heart. "I am Cyril Morey, of another Midgardian realm that I am unable to return too. If that name is not familiar, I have been informed of a story of a girl in a crystalline coffin. That is also me. I woke up yesterday, I guess," I avowed, and their eyes widened. "The girl in the crystalline coffin? That's preposterous! Everyone knows that is only a children's bedtime story," Volstagg cross-examined. "Go check the damn room where I've been sleeping for the past one thousand hundred forty-eight years, then! I'm sure you'll find enough shattered glass and coffin remnants to satisfy and rid you of your doubts!" I shot back angrily. "Everyone, we have our answers. Let us take our leave, we have no further business here," Fandral suggested, and Holgun nodded. Sif turned to leave, and the warriors three followed. Once they were out of sight, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. I quickly sat back down, and Loki followed suit. "What are you going to do, know that you're king?" I asked, tracing the left armrest of the throne absentmindedly. "I shall destroy Jotunheim," he answered with conviction. "And how exactly are you going to do that?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. "With the bi frost, of course. Now that Thor is out of the way, and I rule this realm, the Jotuns can finally be put to death. Of course, I'm going to have to end the reign of their king. That can easily be done. Would you like to assist me?" he proclaimed, and I smiled dope-ily. "Y-yeah. Yesh. I mean yes. Wow, I'm tired," I babbled, raising a hand to my head. Chuckling, Loki stood. "Follow me. After all, I'm sure you need help finding your way back to your chambers," Rising, I began to traipse after him. "I have to tell you something," I slurred tiredly, and he raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" "I really..I really like your helmet. It's cool. I'm gonna try it on someday. But I'm gonna ask 'cause I'm a gentleman," I decreed, raising my arm in the air. "You'll have to repeat yourself once you have gotten enough rest," he noted, trying not to laugh. We reached my room, and I quickly crawled into bed, thankful that I never took my pajamas off. "Hey wait!" I called before he could leave. "What is it?" he asked tiredly, and I answered. "Um. I forgot. But uh, thanks for not killing me on sight when you first spotted me! And for keeping me around. I honestly don't know where I would go. So..thank you. I'm grateful. Now go to bed! It's late," I chided, before collapsing against my pillow. "You're welcome," was the soft reply I heard before sleep slammed into me like a tidal wave.