NADiA'S POiNT OF ViEW

I shift awkwardly in the breastplate and sigh, why do I have to wear this again?

"Queen Frigga wished for me to make you look your best since this party is for you Lady Nadia." Hera explains and I nod.

"I know. But what is there to celebrate? I am only a Midgardian." She tightens the back of the plate.

"In my opinion, I believe people are only willing to celebrate for an excuse to drink."

I laugh in response, "You aren't wrong. Thank you, Hera, for being a friend." I hug her and she's tense. Asgardians and their stupid 'no-touch' rule.

"There is no need to thank me, what do you think?" She turns me toward the mirror.

I look like an Asgardian, Frigga taught me a spell that lasted a few days at a time today. It would make my eyesight normal, so I didn't have to wear my glasses. "I look... beautiful." I feel the fabric of the dress, it's nice and soft. My daggers are attached to my thighs and my bow is on my bed.

"Thank you, now go get ready!" I push her out of the room. I want this stupid thing off! But I know if I remove it I will get yelled at by Hera.

"Lady Nadia, I am here to escort you!" I hear the familiar voice of Fandral. Of course, they would send him...

"Just a minute!" I've noticed how my speech varies from Midgardian to Asgardian from whom I'm talking to.

When I talk to the Warriors Three, Sif, and Thor; I sound Midgardian. But with people like Frigga, Odin, and 'the help' I try to sound Asgardian. It's probably because nobody really likes me. Minus a few people. I put on the necklace Peter got me before I left.

It's tear-dropped shaped and on a silver chain, the gem is an emerald and I'm pretty sure Tony paid for it. He said it was an early birthday present but he doesn't know when my birthday is. I mean I don't either, but I would like to think it was in the summer.

"You look beautiful Lady Nadia," I slap his arm playfully and slide mine through his folded one.

"So, have you found anyone to court yet?"

He shakes his head, " I do not plan to marry soon as I have a long life to live yet." The walk to the throne room is short since my chambers in relatively close to everything.

I think Thor did that so I wouldn't get lost.

"Thank you for walking me." He nods his head and heads off inside the hall as all eyes train onto me. A loud sound resonates into the room. I stand at the door nervously, this was both my graduation ceremony for my training and my farewell ceremony.

"You may sit," I begin to walk down the long hall as the Asgardian's sit in their chairs. When I reach the stairs I get onto a knee and bow my head. "We are gathered to celebrate a new warrior; Nadia of Midgard." I hear a few gasps.

I guess everyone didn't know I wasn't Asgardian yet. "You may rise child." I extend to my mere five-foot-three height and hold my head high. I haven't been here very long but Sif thinks I am ready for a one-star. The lowest warrior status.

"You have been under Lady Sif's watch, yes?"

I nod at Odin, "Yes, Allfather." I reply loud enough for the room to hear.

"She believes you are ready for the one-star warrior's rating, in order to do so, you must fight one of the higher ranks of Sif's choice." My eyes widen, what the hell?

She never mentioned fighting! She's probably going to choose someone I'll lose to, too. "Am I permitted to use my magic?" I question allowed and see Sif shake her head, Odin flicks his hand dismissively.

"In Asgard, we use any means possible. If she so chooses to use her magic, she may." Sif nods and I do too.

"Lady Sif, who have you chosen for Lady Nadia to fight?" Sif steps forward and bows to Odin before answering.

"I have chosen the one and a half-star warrior Arne Harson." I don't know who she's talking about as a rather tall guy walks out from the crowd. On his shoulder is a large ax and he has a smirk on lips as if he thinks he has won already.

Like he's going to win.

"If you beat the chosen warrior, you shall receive your rank. If you lose, Lady Sif may decide your punishment." I nod respectively to Odin and nod toward Arne. "We will converge in the fighting pit at dusk. Until then, there will be festivities in and around the palace. Please, enjoy yourselves!" Frigga announces this to the group.

I walk toward Sif and the Warriors Three. "Hello, Arne," I say stoically while crossing my arms in front of my waist.

"Midgardian." He spits out.

I narrow my eyes, "My being Midgardian will make it hurt no less when I kick your ass, Assgardian." His eyes widen and I smirk as Sif stifles a smile.

"Let us eat!" Volstagg suddenly yells and we all make our way to the dining hall.

"I would love to eat but I must prepare, as I do not know who I am going against. It's time for me to practice the offensive magic... that Frigga didn't teach me." I smile and Sif nods.

"Do not overwork yourself, I didn't convince Odin to give you a rank for nothing." I agree and bid them goodbye.

The halls are quiet once I get far enough from the dining hall as I sneak my way into the dungeons. "I was wondering when you would show up." A voice quips and I narrow my eyes at him.

"I just wanted to see the man that destroyed the city while I was away, that was all." I smile at him wickedly.

He steps forward in the cell, "You're smaller than I anticipated..." He murmurs as I look around the dungeons.

"Doesn't mean I don't pack one hell of a punch," I state matter-of-factly, he nods and I eye the luxuries he has in his cell.

"Your mother really loves you, you know?"

He scoffs me, "Have you come here to gloat you mere mortal?" His voice is venomous as I smile at him, taunting him.

"No... like I said, you almost destroyed my city. I thought I might as well see what the asshole looked like." He chuckles dryly, running a hand against his jaw.

Almost massaging it.

"Loki Odinson, God of Mischief and Lies... wanna be king." He slams his hand down on the table, I refrain from flinching. "Did I hit a soft spot?... well, that sucks. Bye." I wave and teleport myself into my room. I sway from the landing and make sure my entire body is with me.

Before I left Loki was saying something... something about a power stone?