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We walked along through the palace, our feet echoing on the cool tiled floor, which was polished and shone brightly in the afternoon sunlight allowed in by various windows along the length of the hallway. I used Thor's arm to keep my balance as we walked along, my legs still shaky from the revelation of where I was, and my body still weak from the explosion of my powers. Loki trailed lazily at my side, his hands behind his back as his gaze roved the hallway.
I marvelled at the sheer grandeur of the place, intricate murals adorning the walls, frescos flowering from the ceiling, sconces that crackled, crystal chandeliers that glittered in the light. I half expected to wake up at any moment in some New York City hospital bed, with Gale and Mae at my sides, and a hefty hospital bill waiting for me.
Eventually, we rounded a corner and dipped into an open doorway, which led us into a study. A smouldering hearth lit up the room, whose windows were cloaked with heavy curtains, and whose walls were lined with ceiling-high bookshelves. Flipping through some of the tomes, in the corner of the room, stood a weathered old man.
I didn't think he looked weathered in a weary or weak sense, it seemed more like he was wizened, and that his wisdom burdened him.
He turned when we entered, his lips lifting into a disheartened smile that didn't reach his one good eye. His other was obscured by a golden eye patch.
"Lady Alivia has awoken, father," Thor announced.
"Thank you, my son," Odin answered, before taking a few steps toward me, "Though she looks like she could use more rest."
He stopped before me, pressing the back of his hand to my forehead and frowning.
"Your temperature has certainly gone down. Astronomically," he remarked, "Come by the fire."
We moved toward the dying flames as a group, and I held my trembling hands close, attempting to warm them. Loki's jacket had helped me a little, but I still felt the cold shooting down my limbs.
"Are you going to explain all this to me?" I asked, "Your son didn't do the greatest job."
"I will answer what questions you have, if you answer some of mine, as well," he said.
"I'll do my best."
"Right, then," Odin began, "What do you wish to ask?"
"Well, first, what is this place? And how did I get here?" I said, my voice a little fast and urgent.
"You're in Asgard, one of the nine realms," he explained slowly, "You hail from another of the nine realms. Midgard. Or Earth, as you call it. You were brought here when you summoned Heimdall, who oversees the Bifrost, which is what carried you from Midgard to Asgard."
"And the Bifrost, what is that, exactly?" I pressed him.
"A burning, iridescent bridge that connects the nine realms," Odin answered.
"Makes sense," I nodded. It did not make sense.
"Though, this is where I become confused. Midgardians cannot access the Bifrost. But you did," he said, "And yet you've no knowledge of Asgard."
"I never knew it existed but—" I sighed deeply, hoping I didn't come off ass crazy. "I've dreamt of it. Of that man who took me from the... The Bifrost. And a woman, I haven't seen her yet."
I decided to leave out the part where Asgard was on fire.
Odin frowned. "Alivia, tell me, do you know your biological parents?"
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