I stand next to brother, my arms folded, dressed in an all black suit while Thor wears blue jeans and a jacket. I despise being his puppet. I much rather have the roles reversed where he has to stick by my side because he needs a favor from me.
"Great planning." Brother remarks sarcastically.
I shrug off the insult.
"How was I supposed to know? I can't see into the future, I'm not a witch." I reply.
No, why did you dress like one."
I would have said something different but brother is onto me, but I am offended.
"Hey-" I start to snap at him. However I am quickly cut off as orange sparks start to form around me. The sparks quickly grow into circle and race around me. I throw my hands out to the side, taken aback by this.
"What are you doing?" Thor asks voice on edge.
I look up at him with uncertain eyes. "This isn't me." I try to explain, but knowing Thor he wouldn't believe it.
Suddenly I feel nothing beneath my black shoes. One second I feel the sturdy concrete then it's gone. I feel air and I drop like a bullet train. I fall down wondering when is it ever going to end. I peer around and I see nothing. Just darkness, emptiness. I scream. This is no Asgardian doing this trick.
The orange sparks appear as quick as they did last time. It opens up to a new location, a study, I think. I try to get myself together so I don't fall on my face. I push my arms and legs around but doing it with nothing to stand on is not as easy task. The textured floor quickly approaches and I land hard on my stomach and face.
"I have been falling for thirty minutes!" I shout, clenching my fists.
I scramble to my feet refusing to appear weak. I am a God, and this will not be tolerated. Whatever asshole has done this to me will make me pay! I meet a face of a strange man. He wears a red cloak to match his sorcerer outfit. I feel my magic at my fingertips and I create two blades ready to fling at this man.
"Handle me. You kind of sorcerer, don't think for one minute, you second-" I shout charging at him.
"Alright, bye, bye."
I am quickly cut off as the stranger waves his hand across the room, but doing so the same orange sparks appear. This time, however the sparks are vertical.
I land not on him, not by him, but somewhere completely different. I feel grass, cool, wet grass. Again I quickly scramble to my feet but pause looking around. The wind gently sweeps through my black hair. The clouds sprinkle the blue sky. The grass stands tall on an island with a view of a vast ocean. The ocean roars crashing against the shore. The waves roll on in a perfect rhythm with one another. The ocean seems to go on forever but touches the sky in the distance. Where the horizon of the sky and the ocean become one.
I snap out of my daze where I see brother standing next to Odin, staring off to look at this world's beauty like I did moments ago. Odin wears brown pants with a tan shirt and a tan jacket.
"My sons. I have been waiting for you." Odin addresses us.
"I know. We have come to take you home." Brother replies.
"Home, yes. Your mother, she calls me." Odin turns to me, glances back at the sea then stares at me with wishful eyes. "Do you hear it?"
I look down trying not to think about mother. Then back out at the sea.
"Loki left your magic." Thor says. I turn to face him trying not to show any emotion plastered across my face.
