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Perdita sat in the back seat of the tan colored car, looking out the window dreamily. Her mother and her mother's boyfriend were screaming at each other in the two front seats while she sat in the back, alone, wishing for something more than the life she had. She wished she could sprout wings and soar away, or join the gods in the myths she was always told about. Joining the gods of Thunder and Mischief had always been a fantasy of hers. She loved hearing the stories told about them. She was still thinking of sitting at a feast table with them when she felt a massive impact and everything was black.

The roads had been terrible, snow covered and icy. A drunk had been going twenty miles over the speed limit and smashed directly into their car, hitting the back door where Perdita was seated. Her mother's boyfriend had died instantly, the airbag breaking his neck. Her mother, too, was injured, but miraculously escaped with only a few cuts and a broken arm. Perdita, however, had not been as lucky as her mother. Her head at been hit extremely hard, and the doctors predicted that she would never wake from the coma she now resided in. Oh, how wrong they were. Sometimes, though, her mother wished that they were right so she no longer had to suffer what she was going through.

Slowly, the blonde haired twelve-year-old opened her eyes to reveal a floor shining with gold. She was laying comfortably on a sofa covered in the softest silk, draped in beautiful robes of all shades of blue. She remembered nothing of how she had gotten there, but she did have a faint memory of the crash, and the burning pain in her head. That pain no longer seemed to exist, and she deemed it fit for some exploring.

Outside of the two massive doors she could hear voices that sounded oddly familiar, but she could not make out who they belonged to or what they were saying. She placed her feet on the ground, and shivered as she felt the shimmering surface touch her bare feet. She looked down at the ground, and her mouth gaped open and closed like a fish as she looked into her own reflection. Perdita's eyes, instead of being the boring brown they had always been, now appeared to be bright blue and curious. She grinned ear to ear. The crash, to her, had been the greatest thing in her life yet.

With each step carefully planned out, she quietly walked over to the doors, that she now noticed were laden in more gold and silver, and made with the finest wood. Forgetting her mission for a split second, she took the time to gently touch them with the tips of her fingers.

After the urge to explore had passed, curiosity took her over completely. She pressed her ear against the door and listened as carefully as she could, coaxing her ears to listen to the best of their ability.

"She is here, and nothing we do can change that fact." The voice was firm, and unwavering. It was that of a male, and he sounded very sure of himself.

Perdita furrowed her brow. The voice seemed oddly familiar, almost like she had met him before.

"I know she is here, and that is the reason I am consulting you before the meeting. She is dose not belong here, she belongs on Midgard!" A second voice sounded, this one seemed smaller, but was all the same intimidating, just in a different way. It sounded almost like how the silk felt on her sofa, just with more... Rage.

Gasping, she backed away so quickly from the door in surprise that she nearly fell over, but stopping herself from falling over made no less noise than hitting the ground would have. She heard quick footsteps, coming toward the giant doors. Searching franticly, she decided it best just to sit on the sofa awkwardly.

The door opened, even though no one had touched it, almost like magic. Perdita could barley let out a breath as she saw the figure that was now walked toward her. His wardrobe was mostly black, with green trimmings, as well as a flowing green cape. He also sported gold arm guards and golden plates that rested on his skinny figures shoulders, complimenting his black ebony hair almost perfectly.

Behind him, another man walked in. This one was much taller and had a much larger build. His hair was gold, like bright sunshine on snow, and behind him a red cape billowed as he hurried to catch up to his brother. He also sported armor, but his was silver.

"Brother, please. It is not her fault." Thor laid a hand on his brother's shoulder, gripping tightly, partly to calm him down, and partly to hold him back.

"What dose it matter?" Loki spat, his voice filled with venom. "She mustn't stay here! She needs to return to her body on Earth. Let the doctors take care of her." His eyes glared at her from the side. It was menacing.

Thor only sighed and shook his head, his light blonde hair bouncing softly as he did so.

Meanwhile, Perdita was sitting with her newly blue eyes wider than they had ever been in fear of what was going to happen to her. She loved all of the myths that were told of Asgard and it's people, including Loki, but now she felt very afraid of him. To her, his intentions did not seem like they were meant to be kind.

Thor, immediately noticing the terrified look on Perdita's face, walked over to her and bowed politely in hopes of making her more comfortable. "I am Thor Odinson, of Asgard."

No matter how scared she wanted to be, the girl could not help but be flattered when her hand was kissed by the actual God of Thunder!

Loki rolled his emerald green eyes at his brother and crossed his arms, starring across the room at something unseen, avoiding his brother as well as Perdita.

Not paying any attention to Loki, Thor stood up again and said in a non threatening voice, "Welcome to Asgard, Lady Perdita."

Surprised, Perdita could only nod her head once. It was a jerky movement, but it was still consent and was enough to please Thor.

"Now, I know you must be surprised at this turning of events from Midgard to Asgard, but I assure you, all will be explained in due time. I must leave you for the moment, so the guards shall attend to you. If you need anything, just ask." With a warm smile, Thor turned and began to walk off toward the doors.

Loki walked backwards three steps as he looked at the girl in front of him, like he was silently assessing how to kill her, and then turned and went off with Thor, his hands behind his back.

As soon as she heard the doors slam shut, again without anyone touching them, she flopped backwards onto the sofa, and was out like a light, still thinking of the surprise she had gone through.