My Asgardian Prince (A Thor Fanfic)

Chapter 10: Call the Ambulance!

I felt myself plummet towards where ever the hell mother had banished me. I twist through the Bifrost and felt the pain of regret along with a seer on my skin burn inside and along me. The burning feeling on my my skin is from the overwhelming power of the Bifrost, when you are not prepared for it. It feels like it's ripping you apart, then sticks you back together with no care. Which of the immense feeling, I shriek through my entire ride.

I twirl around and suddenly, I land quiet harshly on a hard surface. It was grainy, and warm. It felt dry underneath me, instead of lively soil that I'm used to. When the maelstrom that has sent me here disappears into the sky, I saw where I was.

A sky above me was a very dark blue. White, blue and red stars plaster the sky, the hour of twilight is just about to end. My mind is fuzzy and a headache splits into me. With as much strength as I can muster, I force myself up. Reluctantly, I stumble up from the soft and warm surface under me. I tumble to one knee to balance my breathing, just kneeling there.

Once it was right, and I wasn't as dizzy, I stand up. I was still trembling after such a horrible event. I search around where I was standing, no other place other than Midgard. I have been here before, only once, and it was way different than last time. In the distance, I saw a village sparkling like candles in the dark. Is that my only passage to the Midgardians?

I squint to see where I am to head to. But I can barely see anything, now that I have transformed into a meager and simple mortal, I don't have my magic. Which means I am useless, except for my hand to hand combat. How easy will it be for anyone to come and finish me off, not like I have anything to live for anyways. But I at least have to try to live, maybe even ask for forgivness to mother. I highly doubt she will let me back, no one wants disgraces as I said before.

I force myself to start walking, dragging my barefeet to the village. Midgard must have evolved into something better than the last time I came here with Thor. The last time was when I could barely make out a town in the dark. This one seems to illuminate the night up like the castle I once lived in. Asgard, where I could indulge myself in it's leafy green delicacies, I already miss my home. The eyes that I love, how are they now? Is he solemn? Does he worry now that I have left the safety of him? Why did mother have to banish me just because I was with a man she swore to never let me see again. Like the fool I am, I went against her word. Maybe if I hadn't, I'd still be in Asgard, wrapped in the silkiness of my bedsheets.

I am too deep in thought to even realize I made it to my destination. I wearily look up to my surroundings, Midgard has evolved. . . There is giant metallic. . . things just resting in the streets. Tall posts shine brightly, lighting up the very path before me. It is far better than the hundreds of years ago that I have came here. Such as, instead of straw and mud buildings, the are made of of bricks and wood that probably shielded the mortals from the cold night. Oh what I would give for shelter right now, all warm and snug.

I need to stop pondering about what I need, I have to act fast. This mortal body is giving away to fatigue. So I forced myself down the hard-coated path, my feet tingling from the grounds cold that it was emmiting. The red tunic that I am adorn in only reaches to my knees, at least they are clean. My mahogany hair is in tangles, and as I walk I comb my fingers through it. No avail as the tangles only tugs on my scalp, sending a tickle down my spine. Causing me to feel uncomfortable to where I want to stop, but I keep going.

The crack of dawn is already peering over the horizon, how long have I been out? The hours that I had spent searching for a place to sttle down must have been long. My memory is foggy and I can barely keep up my feet. I need water and something to feast on since my stomach rumbles with need. Maybe I can find a water source or some plants to nibble on as I did when I spent most of my time in the forest with father long ago. Instead of eating meats and such, father forced me into the delicious vegetables I crave right now.

I couldn't navigate where I am. I am too ravenous, when was the last time I have eaten? What will happen to me? Will I die off? Will anyone come to my quiet cries for help? Or will they just waltz by my rotting body as the disgrace I am. The Midgardians don't know that I am a digrace, do they? If they do, then I am surely to die. Without a final goodbye to my prince, will Thor have grief for me? Does he even care anymore?

I trip over my foot and fell to the hard surfaced ground. I am barely breathing and it is so quiet I can hear my slow heartbeat. I am fighting to keep my eyes open, the heaviness threatening to close. "Thor. . ." I croak out of my dry throat. I set my gaze on the building before me, wide and roomy. A woman with brown and wavey hair. As soon as she saw me, she gasped and dropped her cup.

"Darcy! Call the ambulance!" Is the last thing I heard before slipping into the cold and heartless darkness. . .

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