turn back time t . odinson

five

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The sun shot through the curtain drapes of Omisha's quarters, striking her directly on the face. Growling softly in discomfort, she sunk her face further into the silk sheets and covered her head with a pillow. She did not appreciate the sun being obnoxious and attack her like that.

Her time to sleep in was cut short when a soft knock came from her door. Peaking from under her pillow, she waited for another knock incase she was hearing something. The person behind the door knocked twice. "Come in." She groaned as she twisted on to her back.

The door swung open, revealing Freyja dressed in a particular glistening silver uniform that had Asgardian markings running up her legs and down her arms. A small v—line was around her neck so it didn't look like it was choking her. "Why aren't you up?" Omisha arched a brow. "You didn't hear the bells did you?"

Omisha propped herself up with her elbows. "What bells?"

Freyja sighed. "Nevermind." She looked to Omisha's dresser. "What color are you?" The goddess walked over to the set of drawers in Omisha's room and pulled open the first draw.

"Colour?" Rubbing her eyes, Omisha pushes back the covers as Freyja swings open the drapes."No..." the sunlight was quite intense and sent Omisha face first into her bed. "Why did you do that?"

Freyja was in the second draw. "I can barely see... and what I mean by color I mean team colour — my team's silver as you can see."

Freyja pulled open the third draw and got excited. "Okay, wait who is in your team?" Omisha wasn't present for the assignment of teams.

Freyja grabs a handle of material. "Oh, Aegir and Vidar." Taking our Omisha's uniform, Freyja holds it out for Omisha to take. "Here is your uniform, wear this for every activity we do.

Omisha lifts her face from the bed and examines her team's uniform. "I mean I look good in black." She joked as Freyja laid out the uniform on her bed, smiling. "How about the other teams?" Getting up from the bed, Omisha takes her uniform and lays it over her body and looks down.

"Well, Gef, Eir and Baldur are white and Skadi, Sigyn and Tyr are gold." She closed the last draw before making her wya to the door. "I know, who ever chose the colors needs to be fired." Omisha chuckled at Freyja's complaint. "Now you get dressed, I need to check on Aegir, he was having one trouble with his uniform." Freyja doesn't give Omisha the chance to say thank you before the door was closed softly.

Omisha proceeds to undress and chucks her night clothes onto her pillows. Unzipping the uniform on the back, Omisha notices a complementary pair of black boots next to her dresser. Sticking one foot at a time into the leg of the material she pulls it up gently to her waist. As she was about to slip her first arm into a sleeve when her room's door was suddenly swung open.

Failing to catch her clothes she instead reached out for her sword that flew into her hand before she flung it at the intruder. The sound of the sword slamming into wood and the Yelp from the intruder echoed down the corridor of gods. Stuck to the floor, Loki was grabbing his hair and clutching his chest, gasping for breath. The door that had her sword wedged in it opened carefully to reveal Baldur looking frightened.