I left Loki at Stark Tower a week ago.

I feel sad inside.

My mother won't talk to me. She didn't understand how I could let that "horrible man" affect me so much.

But there was something about him that made my heart pound, no matter what his past consisted of.

I fold the plastic over yet another order of red roses. It's near Valentine's Day, and already most of the snow has melted. Outside the window is a soaked, gloomy, and overcast world.

Is it possible to relate to the weather?

"Get out of my floral shop!" My mother screams suddenly. I quickly rush out to the front, holding a broom in my hand as defense. But when I see the enemy, I quickly drop the broom and practically squeal with joy.

"Thor!" I greet, throwing my arms around his meaty neck.

"Hello, Olivia." He smiles half-heartedly.

"What's the matter?" I ask right away. He glances behind me to my fuming mother and leans close to whisper in my ear.

"Will you talk to me outside?" I nod in agreement. I follow him out the door and stand outside the window. My mother, I notice, loses interest and retreats to the back again.

"Okay?" I cross my arms.

"Someone has requested that you accompany me back to Asgard." He grins. I furrow my eyebrows.

"Who? Why?" I say, because I seriously have no idea. Who the heck would want to see me on his home planet?

"None of that matters, Olivia." He waves his hand in dismissal, and I huff in annoyance.

"When are we leaving, then?" I uncross my arms and stick my fingers in my pockets.

"Now." Then he puts his arm around my waist.

"Wait!" I yell.

"What?" He groans.

"What about...... My dog?" I decide.

"Your dog will be fine, Olivia. Now, be prepared."

"Prepared for-" and then the breath is taken out of me. Literally. It's ripped from my lungs.

Colorful light dances in my vision, millions of stars twinkle, and something resembling wind forces my mouth agape and my hair to fly behind my head.

And then, I slam down onto a metal floor, barely landing on my feet.

"What the-" my gaze lands on a large man with weirdly shaded eyes and a sword.

"Welcome to Asgard." He responds.

"T-thanks." I stutter. I turn around to find Thor, easily meeting his strides as he walks past.

"Who's that?" I whisper. The man with the eyes smirks.

"I am Heimdall, fair Olivia. Watcher of Worlds." He answers, causing Thor to laugh. We keep walking towards a doorway, and then, I see it.

Asgard.

The sun shines over the golden buildings that pierce the sky. Blooms of flowers in all colors are everywhere. And, I'm standing on a bridge that is so many colors, and at the same time, it is only one.

"It's beautiful." I mumble, and I truly mean it. Thor nods.

"I grew up here, and I still find myself wondering about the surreality of it."

I can't take the place in. It's impossible.

This is where Loki grew up, says a little voice in the back of my mind.

Is he here? Is Loki here? Or is he still wasting away at Stark Tower, where I left him?

"Ready to go?" Thor interrupts my thoughts. He is now standing by a magnificent white horse.

"Yeah!" I decide eagerly. Although I'd always dreamed of it, my mother never let me ride a horse as a child.

Thor grabs my hand and helps me onto its back, then climbs on behind me. After a second, we're galloping down the bridge and into the middle of Asgard.

Asgardians are on the streets, some waving or pointing, others ignoring. Man, Thor is a popular guy!

And then, we stop at the beginning of a million stairs that lead to the biggest palace I've seen in my life.

"You live here?" I gasp.

"Where else would the king of Asgard reside?" Thor helps me down from the horse.

"You're the king?" Thor seems to find this hilarious, as he goes to the extent of throwing his head back while he laughs hysterically.

"No, no. That's my father." He states.

"That makes you a prince?" I press.

"Yes."

"Is Loki a prince, too?" I continue. He hesitates. I haven't mentioned Loki since he took me the morning, but I've been bursting with questions.

"Yes." He finishes, and I know not to mention the topic again.

"Ah! Hello!" He greets a group of people who approach. I look at them sheepishly. While Loki and Thor were considered weirdly dressed in Conrad, I'm the weird one in Asgard.

"Olivia, meet my friends. Volstagg," a man impossibly meatier than Thor, but not in the muscle-y way, " Fandral," a blonde man who kisses my hand, leading me to believe he's the 'ladies man' or whatever, "Hogun," a quiet man who simply bows, " and Sif," a gorgeous, sharply-featured woman, who gives me the lightest of smiles.

"Nice to meet you." I comment awkwardly, not knowing if I should bow or shake their hands or something.

"Sif will take you to your room." Thor commands, and the woman, Sif, agrees.

"Umm, o-okay." I shuffle behind her as she bounds up the steps. When we get inside, she leaves me no time to gape, but enough to climb both stairs.

She suddenly stops at two large double doors.

"Here. There are gowns in the closet. Dinner has already passed, so you are expected to go to sleep." She directs, before giving me a nod and a smile and walking away. The clank of her boots echoes in the hallway for several seconds.

I duck into the bedroom.

It's perfect. It even has one of those princess beds, and huge windows with long and flow-y curtains.

I throw myself into the bed and sigh.

Now, this is the life.

After admiring the many long and gorgeous gowns in the closet, I choose one meant for sleeping, then decide to explore.

After all, it became dark quite a while ago, right? They must be asleep, or going to sleep, soon.

I tip-toe down the hallway, glancing side to side at all of the doors. But, the one at the very end and to the right, seems to call to me.

A guard is in beside the door, but is slumped on the ground and snoring. So, I push it open just enough to slip through.

In a dark corner, I hear heavy breathing. I walk towards it, cocking my head. What could it be?

When I see long black hair, my stomach drops. The being turns around.

"Olivia?" He asks in that divine voice of his. It takes all of my strength to keep from screaming out of joy.

"Loki!" I whisper-yell. He stands, rushing forward, and places his hands on the small of my back as he tugs me into an embrace.

I'm tiny compared to him. While we're tangled in each other's arms, he's tall enough to face down and have his head in my hair. It's surprisingly comfortable.

"Olivia." He sighs. I take my head out from under his and stare into his eyes.

And then, before I can even comprehend what's happening, his sweet, delicate lips are on mine.

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