While celebrating her birthday, Louise and her friend recklessly decide to give her the ultimate present: a meet-and-greet with the Avengers. In the middle of the night.
But one thing leads to another, and Louise is thrown into a strange world of ma...
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A powerful force threw me forwards, and I landed on my knees and hands. I wanted to scream.
"I see you have found her." A deep, almost calming voice sounded. I looked up, biting on my lip to keep me from letting out a strangled noise.
"Welcome to Asgard." A man dressed in impressive, golden armour looked down at me. He handled a golden sword, which reached his shoulders while he rested it's tip on the ground. A helmet with two horn-like spikes covered the sides of his face, and his peculiar yellow eyes mesmerised me. He generously offered his hand to me, but I hesitated. Maybe I shouldn't touch him.
"Do not worry, my Lady. No harm will come to you, or others." He spoke the words as if he had read my mind and again moved his hand towards me. A strange feeling of safety overcame me and I took his hand without putting thought in it. He helped me up and let my hand go.
"Heimdall, tell me. Is my Father available?" Thor, whom I had completely forgotten about, suddenly spoke.
"My King is on his throne, as always." Heimdall nodded, and the prince turned away with the same gesture as gratitude.
"Thank you." I quickly told the dark man, and then hurried after the one who had kidnapped me. Strange, but it wasn't like I had anywhere else to go.
Then I noticed it. A giant, endless seeming bridge. An insane amount of colours passed beneath me as I cautiously put my foot on it, unsure if I could even walk on this. At the same time, I could also look right through it. What seemed like a combination of water and an entire galaxy floated underneath the bridge, and it started to freak me out. Where the hell had I ended up?
"Have you ridden before?" The god's voice made me look up. He was standing next to beautiful white horse, a little farther outside of the small room we had just arrived in. I made my way over to them.
"A few times." The answer rolled off my tongue, but strangely enough I couldn't remember when I had ever even seen a horse. Odd. Must've been this place.
"But it's been long." I quickly added.
"Alright, that shouldn't form an issue." He muttered more to himself than me, and then gestured towards the animal. "May I?"
His extended hand frightened me, again, and it disturbed me that repulse seemed to have become my standard reaction to even the slightest physical contact. But I silently reminded myself of Heimdall's words, and took Thor's hand. He helped me up the horse.
