Gasoline

A Helping Hand.

      Arriving on Asgard was a theatrical experience. All at once I felt my feet hit solid ground and the flashing lights and wind stopped. I felt like I was going to hurl. Then a trumpet sounded and I could hear a voice announcing Thor's return. My name was not mentioned. I had always heard that this town was beautiful and made of gold. Now things were on fire and the sunlight was almost non existent. There were muffled cheers and battle cries as Thor and I walked across the bridge.

    "This is not good. I was only gone for two weeks," Thor said and a frown crossed his beautiful face.

    "We were traveling in a light beam for two weeks?" I asked looking up at him but progressing forward. I felt as if I was unsafe. As if something or someone was watching, no, hunting us while we were out in the open.

    "No my friend. Time works differently here on Asgard. You have only been gone from your home for about an hour," Thor stated pulling me toward a hitching post. There were two horses waiting for us there. One was snow white and beautiful. The other was as black as night.

  "Starfire is for you. She is gentle and knows the way to the castle even blindfolded. Come we must be fast. I am not sure what kind of dark magic my brother has conjured while I was away," Thor said.

    "Your brother, meaning Loki?" I asked him. His frown deepened at the mention of his name but he nodded.

  "He was always my favorite," I said quietly to myself. Thor of course heard me and a look of concern flashed across his face. I had a strong liking of Loki and maybe it was because he was always goofing off in stories. Sure it lead to destruction but he at least knew how to have fun. The same look of concern crossed my parents face when I laughed at his wrong doings instead of being wary. We raced through the city toward the castle. Curious towns people stared as we passed by. Some whispering to each other as they saw Thor with a stranger. I was not dressed for the occasion . Jeans and a t-shirt felt very under dressed compared to the outfits I had seen on some of the women in the street.

"I've got this completely under control," We were greeted by a women at the steps of the castle. She had battle armor on and a cut above her left eye.

"Is that why everything is on fire?" Thor said with a smirk. Another explosion sounded in the distance. She embraced Thor quickly and stuck her hand out towards me.

"I am lady Sif. Or just Sif if you prefer. We are glad you agreed to come," Sif said as I shook her hand.

"I'm Frey. I was volentold," I said.

"I do not think I understand the context," Sif said as the three of us walked into the castle doors.

"It is when you are volunteered to do something by someone else and you have no choice. Sort of like going into a battle you do not think you should be fighting," I explained.

"Well at any rate we are glad you both returned safely. Thor, loki, he's-"

"He's what?" A rather sophisticated voice interrupted from behind us. Leaning against a pillar  was a man with green cloths and a black cape. It matched his jet black hair. He had piercing blue eyes and small smile. The cape was embroidered with gold thread and a small adornment on his shirt just below his neck symbolized what i'm sure was to be a necklace. He slightly reminded myself of me.

  "Been a tyrant no doubt. Loki what have you done?" Thor asked taking me by the arm and pushing me defensively behind him. I quickly moved back to my position at his side. I would not look weak in front of the God of mischief.

"Nothing that I wasn't born to do brother. Look at how you left this town. A complete mess. The throne deserves someone who can rule it. You have proven you can not. Too busy chasing false hope" Loki said folding his arms and looking directly at me as if he were contemplating something extraordinary or droping a huge bomb.