DISCLAIMER: I own NADA! Once Upon a Time is owned by J.J. Abrams, and Thor is owned by Marvel, Stan the Man, kinda sorta not really Keneth Branaugh, aaaaaaand kinda Joss the Boss in light of the Avengers film (*squea!*)
Emma had been less than enthusiastic when Henry had insisted on taking her star gazing. She was sure he would spend most of the time talking about Operation Cobra, and it had been a long day, and she was exhausted. Plus, if Fate its usual self, something would happen and Regina would get on her ass for not being at the Sherriff's office where she was supposed to be. But a few puppy-dog looks from Henry and the reminder that any moment she could get with Henry without Regina's hovering was a blessing made Emma cave.
And that was how she found herself sitting on a cliff by the sea, looking up at the stars.
"This is for homework you said?" Emma asked, looking back over at the small, pale boy.
Henry nodded, looking up the stars with his usual considering squint. "Uh-huh! Mary Margaret wants us to try and pick out some constellations! But I can't figure out any of them besides the Big Dipper," Henry made a face at this, like he was almost disgusted at his inability to see pictures in the stars. Emma almost laughed out loud. He was able to see people as fairy tale characters, and yet he couldn't see pictures that were right there in the sky. She smiled fondly. He really was one of a kind.
"It's alright, I could never pick them out either. I just can't see a lion up there," she shook her head, chuckling. "Those Greeks had some imagination, huh?"
Henry nodded, chuckling a bit too. "Yeah, they did," he said, looking up and smiling a bit.
Emma smiled fondly at the boy again before looking up at the sky and exhaling, falling back onto the grass to lay there, closing her eyes. She was tired. So many people were still coming her with questions about Katherine, about Mary Margaret, about everything. She hardly had a moment to herself now. Especially with David always showing up like a little lost puppy, begging Emma to convey to Mary Margaret that he was sorry, that he wouldn't fail her ever again, that he promised to always be there, to always find her no matter what…
Emma shook her head. That guy was going to get a restraining order filed against him if he wasn't careful….
"Emma! Look!" Henry exclaimed, jolting Emma from the bit of sleep that had managed to invade her mind.
She sat up slowly, blinking, trying to push back the fatigue. "What is it?"
"The stars!" Henry said, pointing up at the sky.
Emma blinked and looked up at the sky, and at first, noticed nothing different. But then she narrowed her eyes. That was strange…..
The Big Dipper was gone.
"The stars are different!" Henry shouted, his eyes alight with curiosity and excitement. He turned to look at Emma, smiling brightly.
"You must have done it! The curse is broken and we're going back to the fairy tale world now!"
Emma frowned, " I wouldn't be so sure…" she said, as large, dark clouds suddenly began to gather in the sky, rotating in a circle as lightning began to crackle.
"A storm's coming, we need to get you home. Regina'll kill me if you get sopping wet from rain," Emma said, standing up, motioning for Henry to do so as well.
Henry pouted slightly. "Aw, Emma…"
His argument was cut short though, by a loud crack of thunder and a tunnel of clouds hitting the ground, only a few miles away from them. Emma stumbled, the ground shaking a little from the force. "Henry!" Emma shouted, reaching for him to steady him.
"I want to get a closer look!" Henry shouted, running straight for the cloud tunnel.
"Henry, no!" Emma shouted, her eyes wide. Was this kid crazy? Without second thought Emma ran after the boy, though he somehow managed to always stay a few steps ahead of her.
"Henry, get back here! It isn't safe!" Emma cried. But Henry kept running, straight into the cyclone.
And Emma ran straight into it after him.
Damn what happened to her, that was her son.
Emma continued to run through the storm, wind whipping at her hair and trying to pull her with it. She had to squint her eyes to prevent dust from blinding her, though it wouldn't have made much of a difference. She couldn't see anything in here. But she didn't care, she kept running, her cries lost in the deafening sound of the wind.
Emma's sprint was cut short though, as she barreled through something, knocking it over. She didn't stop though, she immediately began running again.
Emma blinked as the storm died down, Henry standing a few feet away from her, looking disheveled and a little frightened, but okay.
"Henry!" Emma shouted, running towards the boy and dropping down to eye level with him, taking his face in her hands. "Are you okay?"
Henry gulped and nodded, his eyes wide. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks,"
Emma heaved a sigh of relief. "Don't you ever do something like that again! You nearly scared me to death!"
Henry nodded, and then looked over Emma's shoulder, his eyes widening. "Who's that?"
Emma turned around, looking at the man on the ground. So that was what she ran over. Crap. She cursed under her breath and ran over to the man, kneeling on the ground. "Hey, are you alright?" she asked urgently, sighing and turning him over. Wouldn't do him any good to have grass up his nose. Emma scrutinized the man and then exhaled. Great, he was unconscious. She blinked and frowned when she noticed an quickly developing bruise above his eyebrow. Double crap. Had she done that? Emma exhaled.
"This guy's injured, I'm going to have to drop him off to the hospital," Emma said, grunting as she grabbed the man's shoulders, trying to pick him up into a standing position. Henry blinked up at the man, frowning slightly. "Emma…..I don't know this guy,"
Emma grunted again, propping the man against her as she wrapped his arm around her shoulder, her other hand around his waist. "Neither do I,"
Henry looked up at Emma earnestly, his eyes bright. "Don't you realize what this means? He's new here!"
Emma blinked down at Henry. "So am I. And August,"
Henry waved his hand. "But you're supposed to be here! I don't know about that August guy. But he shouldn't be here!" Henry exclaimed, pointing at the unconscious man. "New people don't come to Storybrooke!"
Emma exhaled. "Henry…" she was cut off though, by the man jerking suddenly, his eyes opening.
"Woah there, easy big guy, you might have a concus – " Emma stopped, the man pulling himself away from Emma violently, stumbling around, looking at his new surroundings with narrowed eyes, growling slightly as he looked up at the sky, breathing heavily as he cried out.
"Father!" he screamed. "Father, don't leave me here!"
Henry stared wide-eyed at the man as Emma put a protective hand on Henry's shoulder. What was up with this guy….?
"Heimdall! Open the bifrost!" the man shouted, growling when nothing happened. His eyes fell on Emma and Henry, and he stalked up to them, Emma backing away slightly, pushing Henry behind her and putting a hand on her gun.
"What realm is this?" the man demanded, growling slightly. "Midgard? Jottenheim?"
"Storybrooke Maine," Emma replied, backing up some more. "Now, calm down, you're hurt, you're delirious, we need to get you to a hospital,"
The man scoffed. "I don't take orders from mortals,"
Emma deadpanned at him. Mortals? Really? This guy was another Jefferson….
Emma lunged forward suddenly, as Henry ran up to the man, but the boy was already tugging on the strange man's shirt in earnest. "Who are you?" he asked with wide eyes.
The man gave Emma a withering look before looking back at Henry, puffing out his chest proudly. "I am Thor son of Odin, god of thunder and heir to the throne of Asgard!"
Both Emma and Henry stared at the man wide-eyed. Though Henry with awe, and Emma with disbelief. He really was another Jefferson. Was this guy serious? The god of thunder? Really?
"Woah….that's awesome!" Henry exclaimed, his eyes bright.
This seemed to only inflate the man's ego more as he chuckled at Henry. "Indeed, it is. Now, have you seen my hammer around here anywhere?"
Emma rubbed her temples. Dear Lord….
Henry shook his head. "No, but I can help you look for it if you want!"
Emma frowned. This was going badly. "Henry, we need to get you back to Regina. She'll freak if you're not home before midnight, and I really am not in the mood to deal with her right now,"
Henry pouted. "But-"
"No buts Henry," Emma said firmly, gently guiding the boy back to her side, looking back up at Thor with a frown.
Thor frowned as well, but then apparently decided Emma wasn't worth his time, as he strode past her, still walking a bit like he'd taken a bad fall, but somehow confidently at the same time.
"I really think you need to see a doctor!" Emma shouted at the man, to which he responded by shouting something back at her. But the weird almost-British-accent mixed with the medieval sounding words made it almost incomprehensible to hear, but Emma was sure it was his version of "Piss off." The blonde sighed and shook her head. Just what this town needed: another crazy.
:D
That is all. ._.
Next chapter to be uploaded whenever I can find the time to write yo! *fist-pumps*
~FantasticalMisticalWonder (FMW/Wonder/Sophie)