I came to Asgard awhile ago, with a sickness that only they could cure. I was saved from the doctors. From the needles and the painful procedures. An Asgardian guard came one day to the hospital and took me away on the Rainbow Bridge. I was given to the Asgardian doctors and they ended up curing me. I couldn't go back to Earth. Everyone thought I was dead. I also knew too much about Asgard. Instead I became a foreign citizen. I lived with a small child-less family, I was their only "daughter". Everything was wonderful; the first few months that I spent with them were magnificent. Until one day Frigga, the queen of Asgard, requested I move to the palace and live with her family there. My adopted parents were extremely upset. They were going to loose their only daughter.
The day I went to the palace, we all cried many tears.
I never knew that my life would turn out the way it has.
I never knew the youngest Asgardian prince would fall in love with a plain rescued Midgardian such as myself.
I never knew I'd love Loki Odinson.
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The Not So Asgardian and I
FanfictionA scientist that's the smartest in her field on Earth is brought to Asgard. A certain Prince of Mischeif takes interest. A rocky road of emotion, hate, loss, and love develops. Even thought she may never see him again.
