"Oh god…" Magnus Martinsson opened his eyes. "My head hurts. Even more than usual!" He looked around to see 7 other people lying on the ground around him. "Well. This is bizarre."
Someone else began to rouse. "What the hell?" asked the guy, who looked about 20 years old. "What the hell happened?" Magnus looked at him. "That's what I've been trying to figure out myself…" The guy walked up to him. "I'm Oakley." Oakley was wearing a pale bluish grey muscle shirt and beige cargo shorts. He looked easy going and Californian, and had almost the same hair as Magnus. He shook his hand. "I'm Magnus."
Someone else woke up. "Oh…Oh no. My father's gonna kill me!" he said, looking around. "I shouldn't have gotten drunk last night, I've got horse riding today! Christ." He got up. "Wait… I don't recall going to the pub yesterday. Where am I?" Martinsson and Oakley walked over to him. "We don't exactly know… we just kind of woke up here." said Oakley. The other guy looked at the two of them. "I'm Hal. Prince Hal of England." He had golden brown wavy hair, and was wearing a red leather jacket and black pants. "Hey." "Hi." Hal sat back down.
A guy in the far corner opened his eyes. "Hmmm… peculiar. Last thing I know, I was talking to Zelda, and then… I must've dropped off to sleep." The man said with a strong American accent. He took in his surroundings. "Strange dream this is. Someone must've spiked my Brandy with something a little more!" "This isn't a dream, buddy, unless we're all having the same one," said Prince Hal. "Who are you?" The prince of England, next in line to the throne." "Oh. Well, pleased to make your acquaintance, I'm F. Scott Fitzgerald, but you can call me Scott." He said, shaking his hand heartily. Scott looked rather old fashioned, with finger curls and a brown suit.
"What I wouldn't give for a hard drink." said Hal. "I think I've got some…" said Scott, and pulled out a flask. He took a sip, then handed it to Hal. He took it. "I like you," said Hal. "Likewise, my newfound friend."
Somebody else, who had long black hair, stirred. "Damnit Odin! Banishment?" he screamed at the sky. "What did I do now? Forget to wash behind my ears?!" He got up, smoothed his weird-looking green, black and gold clothes, and walked toward the 4 of them. "What realm is this? Nidavellir? Muspelheim?" They stared at him with blank looks. "You look Midgardian…" he said.
"Who are you?" asked Oakley. "I am Loki, of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose." "Yeah, well I'm Prince Hal of England, and I'm burdened with a not-so-glorious hangover!" joked back Hal." You? A prince? Ha. I thought I was the god of lies!" replied the tall man. Hal scowled at him.
"Loki…" said Magnus slowly. "As in… the Loki from Norse Mythology? God of Mischief?" "At least someone knows who I am." said Loki, crossing his arms. "This is too strange," said Scott.
Someone rolled over and groaned. They all turned their heads to see who was joining them. It was a teenager. "Woah, man, what's going on?" he asked as he walked over, rubbing his eyes. "How are we supposed to know?" snapped Loki. He shrugged. "I'm Bill. Bill Hazeldine." Magnus guessed he was about 18. Bill looked around at Oakley and Magnus. "Hey, our hair looks the same! Awesome!" Loki sighed at the naive boy. "You remind me of someone I know." "Really? Who?" Bill grinned. "My idiot brother," Loki sneered.
There were two people left on the ground, one with a smart, casual suit and neatly combed hair, the other bearing a captain's army uniform. The one in the suit woke up.
"Bloody Hell!" he bursted out loudly. "My head aches like I was just bludgeoned!" He looked around. "What the- who are all of you?" They all introduced themselves, as of routine now. "I'm Freddie Page." He said. "Nice helmet," he said sarcastically to Loki. "If you're not careful, Mortal, I will use it to impale you."
Freddie laughed. "What's his problem?" "I don't know, but you'd better not piss him off, he's a god." said Oakley. "Well said, Oak of Ley," said Loki. "A god? Ugh. I think I must've been hit on the head as I thought earlier."
Finally, the last guy awakened. He stood up, and looked around to everyone. He looked beaten up, rather dishevelled, and quite confused, then straightened himself up. "Hello… I'm Captain James Nicholls of the British armed forces." Prince Hal snorted. They all introduced themselves once more. "Am I dead? I must've been killed in battle…" He took his hat off. "I do hope Joey will be alright." "Your son?" asked Magnus. James smiled. "No, the horse that I bought. I promised to take care of him, for a boy who leased him to me."
"Well, I seriously doubt we're dead, or there'd be a lot more people here," Scott said. "Maybe this is a transition period between life and death," said Bill with wide eyes. "Or maybe we're just trapped in a bloody cave, you twonks!" said Freddie.
They all fell silent. "I wonder why? I mean, I would understand if I was kidnapped by a horde of women, seeing how inconceivably attractive I am. But this is just weird. Why are 8 of us here?" asked Hal. "I guess we'll have to wait and see. Until then- let's get better acquainted." said Magnus with a sigh.