So I've had this idea for a while and I finally decided to write it down. It all started out with a "how cool would it be for Eric to meet his gods?!" thought. Please give it a shot, I know it sounds terribly cheesy, but I think the story is actually rather good. Also, I don't have a beta at the moment, so if someone wanted to be one for me, that would be great.

Lilla faded in and out of consciousness. She felt the world rush around her, she felt lighter than air. She attempted to shift in the arms that held her by the back of her knees and shoulders, but she felt a sharp in chest. A pain that made it near impossible for her to breath. In a panic, she began to hyperventilate; her body trying to take in as much oxygen it could with the strength she had left.

"Calm down enfaldig flicka. We're almost there. Hold on." She heard a voice mumble to her.

Eric, it's Eric. She realized

"Eric," she gasped, "I can't-"

"Shhh I know, just hold on."

They hit the ground, shaking Lilla in Eric's arms. As gently as possible, Eric set her on the ground and backed away. She tried to speak the blood loss was making her dizzy, then everything around her became fuzzy and she could faintly hear Eric shouting up at the sky in his native tongue. As she tried to reach out to him, she felt herself being pulled through the air, and then, she saw nothing.

"But mama, who is he?" A young Lilla clung to her mother's leg.

"He's a lost man, my darling, he has no where to go." She reached down to stroke her daughter's hair.

"Why is he staying with us?" Lilla peeked around to stare at the strange man sitting in their living room talking to her father. The first thing she noticed was how pale he was, his skin looked like it was almost glowing, he wasn't very tall, well not as tall as her father so that meant he wasn't tall, and he had short brown hair. He didn't look too threatening, but Lilla was still shy about the new man who stood in her home.

"I told you, he has no where else to go. He's a good man, but some of his friends don't see things the way he does and don't want him around anymore. So your father and I have decided to let him stay here, until he can find somewhere to live, with new friends."

"Oh …. Okay."

The strange man approached the mother and daughter, wearing a warm smile, "I would like to thank you and your husband for being so accommodating to me. I understand how it must be difficult you the two of you to have me in your home, I hope to one day repay you for your kindness."

"It's no problem at all, you have been a good friend to us over the years, you should think nothing of it." Her mother replied.

The man nodded and kneeled down so he was eye level with Lilla, "And what is your name?"

She looked up to her mother as if to ask what she should do, her mother only smiled and nudged her forward, "Lilla," she answered timidly.

"Lilla, I am Godric, do a scare you?"

"No," she said more boldly, "I'm not afraid."

"That is good, I hope that you and I can be friends. Little one, would you like to see what I can do?"

"…okay."

Godric looked to her mother, "may I?"

"Not too fast, Godric, she is young," She replied.

"Of course." He smiled.

Godric scooped Lilla into his arms and in a blink of an eye he was out the door and standing on the roof of her house.

"Woah! How did you do that?!" She gasped in excitement that only a child can possess.

"It is something I have been about to do for a very long time now."

"That was so cool!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. And I still do not frighten you?"

"No, I think you're awesome!"

Lilla was roughly pulled from her memories as she felt the stake being pulled from her chest. She cried out in agony while people scurried about some trying to comfort her and other trying to find something to that could help her wound. Lilla still struggled for breath as she watched a woman crush a stone between her hands and let the powder fall into the gaping hole in her chest. She felt instant relief, and a strange sensation of her skin, knitting itself back together.

"She will still need time to heal." Said one of the women.

"Yes, we've done all we could with the healing stone, but the weapon was made of magic, it will take magic to heal her completely, not to mention the fact that she is a Midgardian." Replied another.

"Do you think he would do it?"

"I'm sure the Allfather would make him, it's not every day we have a wounded human in our healing chambers."

Lilla was confused, though thankful for the people who saved her life, "Where … where am I," she attempted to sit up.

"Stay down sweetheart, you need more rest, everything will be explained to you later." One of the women said.

Giving up, Lilla slowly let herself slip back into unconsciousness.

Lilla sat impatiently by her bedroom window, waiting for the sun to set. She fiddled with the Barbie that sat on the sill, growing more and more bored. With a huff she fell back onto her bed swinging her legs off the side. She wanted Godric to be awake; she wanted her best friend to know about her day. She was delighted that the strange man in her house turned out to be so much fun. He would tell her stories that even her parents never told her. Legends of old gods and history of mankind. He told her of his son, the fearless viking, who she often told him she wished to meet. He would even, on occasion played with her stuffed animals with her. Yes, he was her best friend.

"Good evening little one, have you been waiting for me?" Godric appeared in front of her.

"Yes!" She sat up, "Godric I had the best day at school! Our teacher started talking about the mummies in Egypt and I knew the answers to all of her questions! All because of what you told me!"

"That's good, little one! I'm very proud of you!" He patted her on the head and sat down next to her.

"Why do you call me little one?"

"Because that is what your name means, in Swedish."

"You know Swedish!?"

He chuckled, "out of all the things I have knowledge of, you are shocked that I can speak Swedish? I speak many languages little one, when you are as old as I am, you have time for such things."

"Some day, when I'm as old as you, I'll know how to speak every language ever!" She proclaimed.

Godric became very serious, "you may never be as old as me, little one."

"But why? I thought we're supposed to be friends forever! You promised!"

"Yes, we will be friends for as long as we both are alive."

Lilla woke again to find herself lying in a bed, it wasn't very large, but it was comfortable. She looked around to see she was in a room with high ceilings; the area around her bed was lined with white sheer curtains, allowing her to see anyone approaching, but giving her enough privacy to call it her room. She reached for her chest, where the silver coated state had been impaled through her body, but found nothing. No stake, no wound, not even a scar. Before she could question this, she saw figures approaching. She pulled her blanked up around her self as if that would be her defense from the strangers.

The curtain pulled back and two men approached the foot of her bed. Both beautiful in their own way, while being near polar opposites of each other. The first, was large, not only in size but in height. Lilla was sure she never saw a man with so many muscles, aside from those extreme weight lifters on the television. He was blonde and had nicely tanned skin and held a cheery smile on his face happy to see her awake. The other man, who stood slightly behind the first, was tall as well. But where the first was bulky and harsh, he was lean and elegant looking. He had black hair that was tamed and slicked back unlike the other's and his skin was nearly as pale as Godric's was, though she was sure he was not a vampire. His blue eyes seem to cut right into her, like they could see her every secret. And his mouth held a particularly unpleasant scowl. Lilla wanted to squirm under his gaze, but restrained herself.

"I am glad to see you are finally awake. I am Thor and this is my brother Loki." Said the blonde man while slapping a hand onto his brother's shoulder.

Lilla took a couple seconds before she spoke, "Where am I? Wait, Thor and Loki? You're kidding me right?"

"I would not jest in telling you my identity, that would be insulting as you are our guest. And you are in Asgard, home of the Aesir."

"Okay so this isn't a joke, I'm just still dreaming of the stories Godric used to tell me. There is no way I am in Asgard. I mean that would make you two, well, gods."

"You would be correct Midgardian, we are."

"Uh huh…" She eyed him suspiciously then let her eyes drift over to Loki, who looked like he would rather be anywhere but there at that moment.

"Whether you would like to believe me or not, you are in Asgard, our healers saved you from a fatal wound you received."

"Okay, for now I'll except that I'm in Asgard until I wake up from this, very strange dream I am having, but how did I get here?"

"It seems, Heimdall and the Allfather took pity on you. Or rather, they took pity on your friend. He is one of the very few Midgardians left who worship us, who truly believe. So when he begged for your life to be saved in Asgard, they complied."

"Eric…"

"Yes, that one, Eric Northman, he has been around for longer than more Midgardians I think."

"Well, he isn't human." Lilla tried to sit up but gasped in pain.

"You are still weak, the weapon that wounded you was enchanted, it will take magic to fully heal you, and seeing as you are not from Asgard, our magic may take longer to heal you than normal. That is why my brother is here! He is the most skilled sorcerer in all of Asgard! You will be left in good hands!"

Lilla had to restrain her scoff. Loki, the god a mischief and lies was considered good hands?

"I will leave the two of you alone now, for you have a lot of work to do, brother! Goodbye for now Lady …?" Thor looked at her.

"Oh! Uh, Lilla, my name is Lilla. And it's not lady, please."

"Well farewell Lilla, I will see you soon, I hope." He exited her "room."

Lilla looked to Loki apprehensively, "So, um, how is his going to work?"

Loki sighed and moved to the side of her bed, "For now all I will do is see what damage the magic has done to your body, and then I will leave you be for the rest of the evening."

Lilla was almost shocked by the smoothness of his voice, it wasn't brash at all like Thor's, it was no wonder his nickname was silver tongue, with that voice he could convince someone of almost anything, she thought.

Loki smirked, seeing the shock on her face, "let's begin shall we?"

He held out his hands of her body, they glowed a strange yellow color. Lilla instantly retracted into her bed as far as it allowed, but Loki simply moved his hands over her body, never once touching her, though she could feel a buzzing sensation protruding from his hands.

"It seems the stake was enchanted to immobilize the victim. The healing stones helped with this, but it will still be very hard and painful for you to move for a while. I will look into the solution to this tonight and return to you tomorrow." He abruptly turned and started to exit through the curtains.

"Thank you, Loki." Lilla called after him.

He turned and looked her directly in the eye, "Do not think that I am doing this out of the kindness of my heart. In all honesty, I could care less about your well being. But the Allfather has ordered me to see you into good health, and I will do as he wishes." With that, he left.

Let me know what you think?