OHD is a story of pain, tears, apples, laughter, thievery, knitting, secrets, coffee, embraces, and spasmodic dancing.

Hey people! Thanks to those who followed me! Happy Monday! Enjoy this chapter and your day off! 1.21.13

Disclaimer: Don'townit,don'townit,don'townit. (Except for Peyton.)

Warnings: Muzzles, chains, and a big brother.

Chapter II:Day One-The Proposal

-December First, Two-Thousand and Thirteen

"Peyton."

Odin and Loki blinked.

Peculiar name.

There was a minor pause, Odin was no doubt waiting to hear a last name but quickly understood he wasn't receiving one , but relieved to finally get down to business and began,

"Greetings…Lady Peyton-"

"Uh, just Peyton, if you don't mind. I'm not really one for titles." she interrupted, "Anyone with eyes can tell I'm a woman. There's no need to clarify it."

There was a break in proceedings as Odin stared blankly at the small child.

Peyton thoughtfully rubbed her chin. "Well,you know what? Now that I think about it, Lady Peyton does have a nice ring to it…"

Odin merely squinted with her one eye, ordering her to be silent.

"Sorry, that was rude. Carry on… oh, and just Peyton is fine." she concluded with a sarcastic grin.

The King of Asgard blinked twice and continued with his introductions.

"As you know, I am Odin, King of Asgard. And this is…Loki…my son."

Loki slightly winced at the words 'my son', for this was not true.

Peyton staring directly into Loki eyes callously stated, "I know."

His eyes immediately stapled themselves to the ground. Her face softened as she realized she had sounded kind of harsh.

"I would like for you to first answer some questions."

Peyton reached into her back pocket and retrieved a metal switch-blade emery board and began eroding nails so unbelievably long and sharp that they could only be described as 'talons' and boredly replied "Sure."

After several seconds of watching her in utter disbelief as she sawed casually away at her fingernails as if it was a normal custom she did before she was interviewed, he bellowed, "Please!", making both her and Loki flinch.

Peyton put the nail file away, folded her hands, and placed them on her lap disinterestedly. "Okay. Shoot, Buster."

Odin ignored the distasteful remark.

Meanwhile, Loki was watching her every move from opposite side of the couch. Scratching notes on everything he knew of her in the recesses of his mind.

First Name: Peyton

Surname: Unknown

Age: Unknown (adolescent)

Eye Colour: Dark brown

Nationality: American (Most likely North-Eastern) (derived from accent)

Height: One hundred and fifty-two centimeters (Five feet) or less

Hair: Medium-length/thick/black

Skin: medium/ olive/ freckled

Size: Very short / slim ….mature

Unique features: Skin colour/ slight gap between front two teeth

Identifying Marks: Skin colour (There aren't many in Asgard with coloured skin, you know.)/coarse scar on left wrist/small birthmark on forehead between eyes

Additional comments: Rude/ Impatient/ Hyper/ Tiny

It was astounding what the observant demigod could infer of a person in only a couple of minutes.

"How did you arrive in Asgard?...Did you take the Rainbow Bridge?" Odin hoped she knew what he was talking about.

Peyton sighed, "No, I did not take the Bifrost. The messenger asked me the same thing."

His eye widened. She knows about the Bifrost? How, she is only a mortal child.

The 'mortal' resumed,"I explained to the messenger that it is difficult to elucidate how exactly I got here, but I don't think he was really adhering to what I was saying."*

Odin wasn't surprised as he remembered how the herald related how stubborn she was. How specifically difficult was it to relate how you emerged mysteriously on an alien planet without proper knowledge of how you did it. The King assumed she was hiding something. No matter, it would not change the effectiveness of his plan.

"Very well. How long have you been living here exactly?"

"Four days, twenty-three hours, and…"

Peyton leaned over the arm of the chair and squinted at a copper sun-dial set up by the right window.

"Eighteen minutes… approximately." she finished, not breaking her modulated tone of voice and tucking her feet into the creases of her chair.

Loki added 'Resourceful, Perceptive' to his log.

"Almost five complete days."

"That's right." she said with a nod.

"Have you anyone else residing here with you?" he asked glancing up the stairs.

"Nope, just me." she said lightly, dangling her little feet from the chair.

"Fine." He took a quick glance at Loki who was still peering through the floor.

"Peyton, we have strict laws on Asgard that may be atypical from those on Midgard."

Odin corrected himself, "Earth."

"I got it, Champ." she deadpanned.

Odin cleared his throat and continued, "These also include the laws of trespassing."

Peyton raised one eyebrow, taken aback by such a stern word he used to relate to her. He couldn't possibly be hinting at what she thought he was.

"Trespassing?"

Odin held back no austerity.

"Though you cannot recall how you arrived here, your presence strictly violates the regulations in this respect."

Peyton mouth opened to say something but Odin held his finger up to silence her.

"You disturbed the peace of the nearby village and stole from a local vendor."

"I know but I didn't-"

"The punishment for trespassing in Asgard is imprisonment for a half-year."

"Imprisonment?!" Peyton didn't like how this conversation was going. Most definitely.

"And the penalty for pilfering is much less of course, nevertheless-"

Peyton put her hand up.

"Is your purpose of coming here to arrest me?" she implored forcefully, partially fuddling Odin at her oppressive tone of speech.

The King shook his head, "No. I am here to make an exception."

She leaned back into the burgundy chair and wiped her forehead.

"Oh, thank goodness. Man, you really scared me there. Phhew."

Peyton flashed to Loki. She sat up straight and furled her eyebrows. Her face went dark and she spoke progressively.

"Then. Why. Is. He. Here."

She pointed a thin finger at Loki. Intimidated he glanced about uneasily trying not to make eye contact with the small woman.

Odin hadn't been looking forward to this part, "A few months ago, Loki… surfaced on Earth-"

Loki cowered greatly at the mention of his gruesome account, wishing Odin hadn't connotated it.

Peyton screwed her eyes shut and what she uttered was full of empathy, yet sorrow.

"I know. I am aware of what he did…"

Both of them shuffled uncomfortably in their seats.

Loki was ultimately amazed at the child before him, eyes flickering about suspiciously as his blood pounded furiously in his veins with worry. How is she what aware of what I've done?

Peyton flashed up, gave Odin a serious stare in his eye, and articulated and stressed every syllable.

"Then what are you here for? Tell me. I am not a stupid child as you may assume from my appearance."

Odin stared at her. He was amazed she could decipher his slight prejudice towards the tiny tan-skinned human.

"Yes I'm black, yes I'm small and human…" she added, "and you can probably tell I'm American."

Correct. They both thought.

"But, I am mature enough to understand whatever it is you need to tell me. No more games."

Odin gave the girl a curt nod; he respected her statement, though not apologizing for his sternness.

"Peyton, In order to resolve this predicament. You must serve for your errors."

Peyton started breathing quicker and croaked, "Alright."

"Nevertheless, I cannot rightly detain a minor."

Peyton nodded attempting to stay calm. Community service? In Asgard? Fantastic.

"Loki also must atone for his offenses. Which you somehow have been informed of…"

Odin's eyes dashed to Loki, who was inevitably buried into the couch cushions, desperately trying not to look at either of them.

She didn't like where this was going. At all.

This was his least favourite part, but it had to come sometime. "For disciplinary measures, both you and Loki will live here. In Ingamar. For one hundred days."

Peyton's jaw dropped. There was heavy silence for several moments as Odin waited for a hasty objection. Then she blurted out a short bellow of laughter, and pointed a wagging finger in his direction.

"Ha! You're funny, Odin."

After various assortments of snorts and cackles, she covered her mouth and excused herself.

"I'm sorry. Really. You're just face looked so serious when you said that."

She snickered a few times more at the King's grave expression.

"Alright, so seriously now, when am I going home, I'm all packed." she said smiling hopefully at them both.

Odin said nothing.

She rolled her eyes and sighed in acceptance. "It's ok if it takes another day or two; I know you're busy being King and all."

She placed a hand on her chest, signifying humility. "I can wait. But no longer, ok, I have somewhere to go Saturday."

Both of their faces were serious. Or at least Odin's was. Loki just appeared terrified.

Her smile disappeared.

No.

"Woah, woah, woah." she asserted putting up both her hands in defiance, "You cannot be serious, dude. I can't stay here one hundred days. I can't stay another minute in this place; I've already been gone too long. I gotta' go home." she said looking despondently from him to Loki.

"Please, no, I've got to go home," the little girl pleaded, desolation draining in her voice, "isn't there any other way?"

The King of Asgard merely shook his bearded head in resoluteness,

"I am serious, Peyton. This is the simplest solution. After the one hundred days, Loki will be released and, Peyton, you will be sent back to Earth."

No.

"Simplest solution?!" she squealed brashly.

"The hell?" she yelled, with an appearance so deadly, Odin was considering taking his leave then and there.

Peyton shook her head and tried to sort things out for herself.

"Ok so let me get this straight. Your messenger tells me yesterday that you were coming with your son to 'deliberate' further about my 'circumstance'." she snapped, putting air quotes around her words.

"I was thinking, 'Oh ok. La-dee-da. Thor and Odin are coming to take me home.' Nobody freakin' TOLD me that that 'son' was going to be LOKI and that you were going to FORCE me to live with him like I'm some sort of convict!" she hollered with fists so tight her knuckles were turning white.

"Peyton—"

"No. Shut up."

Loki face was in absolute horror and gasped. She'd done it now. He'd expected Odin to bellow out a powerful counter and condemn her death for contempt. But, to his surprise, his not-father stayed silent. Possibly out subtle guilt for punishing the young girl. Plus, abusive speech would only make her angrier, and then who knows what she would do to him after his 'protection' had left.

Peyton was shaking her head slowly with paramount incredulity, black eyes as wide as saucers.

"No."

She began to tremble, her breathing was dangerously rapid.

"I…no…I can't..."

She bowed her head, hair spilling over the sides of her face. Unexpectedly, then she lifted it up and screamed, as the realization finally hit her.

"ONE HUNDRED DAYS! YOU'VE GOT TO BE OUT OF YOUR MIND! I CAN'T STAY HERE ONE HUNDRED DAYS! I have a family! A mother! And a sister!"

At the sudden outburst, Loki leapt high in the chair and cowered. The King's heart sank deep into his chest.

She twitched.

"I…I have school…I…I'm going to miss so much work…"

Peyton put her hand to her forehead; her chest was rising and falling violently.

Odin and Loki were frozen stiff.

"I... have EXAMS in a couple of weeks…If I miss them…"

Peyton's eyes widened to utmost proportions.

"I'M GOING TO FAIL TENTH GRADE! HOLY-…"

She panted and twitched some more, her eyes flicked darkly to theirs.

"I'm only sixteen…how can you…" she whispered tearfully, unable to complete her words.

Odin and Loki both looked at each other, then at her.

"What?" she shouted irritated at their gaping.

She didn't know whether they looked at each other because they assumed she was younger or older.

They scanned her up and down with surveying looks.

Definitely older, blast these matured, feminine…ugh

Peyton shuddered deciding not to finish her thought and buried her frighteningly-long fingernails into the arms of her chair with a scraping noise. What am I going to do? WHAT AM I GOING TO DO!**

"Quit staring at me, damn!"she yelled impetuously at the Asgardians, and instantly their heads pivoted fearfully away from her general direction.

There was a dreadful silence; the only sounds heard were the shrieks of winds blowing, the fire flickering, and her harsh panting.

Out of nowhere, Peyton hollered with a savage cacophony of laughter.

"AND A MURDERER… HAHAHAH…I'M GOING TO SHARE A HOUSE WITH A MUR-HER-HERDERER! YOU'VE GOT TO BE JO-KING!"

Loki craned slightly away from them both, with heartbreaking eyes, as he impossibly crushed himself further into the green furniture.

Odin was genuinely concerned; he had never seen someone go through so many emotions in such a short period of time. Certainly there was something terribly wrong with this human. Loki added 'Possibly maddened.' to his log.

"You've seen him, he's psychological unstable, chemically unbalanced, even!" she said, tapping her forehead. "Trust me, I should know." she muttered under her breath to herself.

Peyton mouth hung open in silence for a moment. Trying to completely discern all that was unfolding around her.

"Don't you suppose he'll like… slit my throat or something within the hour you leave?" she asked with more than a hint of disbelief.

"Loki will not harm you; I have made sure of it."

Loki cringed considerably as he recalled the threat he made to him previously.

"'I have made sure of it'. Yea, uh huh, ok Patchy."***

Peyton buried her face in her hands, quaking, breathing hard again.

They thought she was crying, but when she looked up there was not a tear on her face. She wasn't going to let them see her cry. Not today.

She stood up slowly and sauntered over to the antique credenza situated on the far end of the room near the dining table and opened the top drawer.

Odin's heart raced and clutched the dagger underneath his cape. He didn't think it had to come to that. All of the blood drained out of Loki's face. (Not that you could really tell.)

She pulled out a white plastic capsule and stuck its crooked end in her mouth, still heaving.

Both of their faces were the picture of death.

Peyton pushed the round metal button at its top and some strange gas was released. She held her breath, same as they were doing. And exhaled. She repeated the process a second time and put the plastic machine back into the drawer and closed it. She took a couple of deep breaths and closed her eyes. Gradually, her breathing returned to normal and she slinked over to her chair.

Odin and Loki's eyes were wide with fright and confusion, their mouths ajar.

Peyton sighed at the two demigod's confused faces, "That was my inhaler. I'm asthmatic."

Their blank expressions didn't change.

"It's medicine for humans with lung problems."

Odin closed his eyes, relieved, and let go of his dagger. Loki appeared as though he could faint.

Peyton was done with all that was going on. She was going home if she had to hurt someone to do it.

"Alright old man, obviously you are half-deaf as well as half-blind."

His eye widened as she approached him, with serious thumps of her boots on the floors.

"I told your man from the Pony Express that I cannot reasonably explain how I got here. I came here by accident, I was NOT trespassing. And look, I don't have to listen to you; I am not a resident of Asgard. Therefore, Sir Santa Claus (referring to his long white beard).YOU ARE NOT MY KING."

Loki, cringing, added 'Fierce' to his log.

"You are in MY land, therefore I AM your King, and you WILL obey me." Odin roared back.

"Pfft, whatever."

Peyton gazed intently at Loki whose eyes flitted about uneasily, face devoid of all possible signs of life.

She couldn't stand it any longer. She couldn't stand looking at his desperate appearance. She couldn't stand seeing a man who she thought to be the most egotiscal, sadistic, and prideful person ever, reduced to just…nothing.

How? What was done to him?

Completely reduced to someone so petrified, that he couldn't simply even look a little girl in the eyes. Why? She didn't know. Worst yet, his own father wasn't doing anything about it. Even though he was to blame for what was happening to her, despite all reason, Peyton was going to do something. Then again, reason wasn't really her specialty. However, maybe it wasn't his fault, no it wasn't. It was all Odin's. Just because someone did something wrong, did mean that this was acceptable.

"I can't take it anymore." she cried covering her eyes with her hand.

There was a pause and Odin looked puzzled at the child.

"Take them off."

Odin raised his eyebrow.

"I won't say a thing until they're off."

Now Loki seemed confused.

Her voice dripped with venom, as she uncovered her face and pointed at Loki.

"I order you to remove that muzzle from him. Do it. Take it off now."

Her eyes had turned so black her pupils were no longer visible.

What, why? They both thought.

Odin and Loki took a quick glimpse at each other.

"Maybe it's a common sight for you see grown men in battered muzzles. But it isn't for me. So I'm not asking. Remove it. And remove it now."

Now Peyton was the one giving the orders.

Odin tried to suppress his fidgeting. This mortal was getting on his last nerves. Perhaps it wasn't the best of ideas to leave someone like her in the hands of Loki. Perhaps, he should just find some other way to settle the matter. No. He had already issued his demands. He couldn't take them back. Against his will, suddenly he commanded, "GUARD!"

His voice boomed throughout the house, making both Loki and Peyton practically jump five feet into the air.

Peyton smiled and chuckled, amazed, " can't even remove a muzzle from your own son, there's a king for you." she said raising her hand in a mock-salute.

Only moments later, a tall muscular man with long blonde hair with a majestic red cape busted through the door, an ancient mallet gripped in hand, and roared in a deep, thundering voice,

"IN THE NAME OF ASGARD I COMMAND YOU TO-"

The first prince blinked twice and surveyed the congregation of persons sitting in the living area staring at him with wide-eyes.

He expected to see them fighting or battling amongst each other, when he inquired, "FATHER? WHAT IS THE MATTER? IS EVERYONE ALRIGHT?"

The following event made her want to dismember the mighty thunder god.

Loki squealed(through the mask, mind you),jumped up, and scurried over to the far wall at the sight of his brother and squished himself as far as he possibly could into the corner beside the antique credenza.

Peyton gasped at the sight and turned his head towards the eldest prince, giving Thor the death glare.

Odin muttered, irritated, "Everyone is fine, Thor-"

"Except for him!" The only human in the room shot, pointing at Loki in the corner.

"MY BROTHER?!"

"Hush, Thor, no—"

"Yes!" she interrupted again, "Don't you see him over there? He's petrified!"

Her voice shook. "Remove his muzzle, you ignorant sow!"

"WHAT?!" he glanced about the room of three people of assorted emotions and figures. "YOU DARE INSULT THE PRINCE ASGARD?!"

"ONE of the princes of Asgard!" she countered, piercing him with her black daggers.

Thor turned toward the King in absolute incredulity. "FATHER, THIS MORTAL CHILD IS—"

"THOR!" his powerful voice banged against the bricks of the cottage and rattled the foundations.

The house fell silent. The King of Asgard inched his forefinger at his son in a come-hither motion.

"BUT—"

"Uh-uh."

Thor looked at his Father questioningly and then at his brother who seemed as bewildered as ever. He approached the King ,who was still seated calmly on the couch, and bent over low near to him. To Peyton's utter disbelief Odin cupped his hand over Thor's ear and began to whisper patronizingly.

"But father—"

And the whispering continued.

Peyton's lip hit the floor and, astonishingly, so did Loki's.

Eventually in turn, Thor shifted his eyes suspiciously, cupped a large hand around his father's ear and began whispering. Peyton squinted menacingly at them, mouth still hanging wide open. They looked like a couple of elementary school children. She couldn't believe it.

"YOU SISSIES DONE YET?"

Their little chitchat ceased abruptly, as they stared at the small, yet intimidatingly loud young woman.

Peyton observed Loki's pusillanimous behavior and issued, "So…you were in on this too, blondie?"

His eyebrows rose exceptionally. He couldn't make head or tails of this child. She seemed to be…siding with his brother.

He plodded past Odin and towards Loki who was wide-eyed with dread.

As Thor reached out to his face, he cowered further into the wall.

Peyton felt like she could cry.

Loki closed his lids, quaking as his brother felt along the muzzle until she saw him press a tiny silver button with a soft click. He attempted to tear the brace from his head forcefully as the youngest's face was writhing with both pain and fear.

"Stop, you're hurting him!" she screamed and she launched herself out of the chair and to the other side of the room, like a bullet, shoving him out of the way with a powerful force and crouching beside the cripple.

All of the movements in the room made the demigod tremble besides the small woman, wishing they would all just go away.

Angered, Thor lifted Mjolnir high over his head, as if he were going to strike Peyton. Loki gasped from underneath the bracket.

Peyton held her fists to her sides, eyes once more turning as black as coal.

"DO IT!" she hollered at a surprising volume.

Thor hesitated.

"DO IT, SPARKY, IT'LL BE THE LAST THING YOU EVER DO!" she yelled, clenching her fingernails, piercing into her own skin in her hands.

Thor didn't understand how a mortal so small could ever in her wildest dreams could even ponder the thought of being the slightest threat to the mighty thunder god. Despite this fact, her large, black eyes emitted so much anger and so many evils that he even felt the tiniest bit apprehensive.

He slowly lowered his hammer from behind his head though Peyton could sense he really wanted to send her body flying through the brick wall.

She grinned menacingly, "Yea, I thought so."

Peyton turned her attention to frightful Loki, who to her utmost shock, was shaking and had tears in his emerald eyes. Biting her lip, to keep it from tremoring as well she raised a dainty hand to his head.

He closed his eyes tight as a tear slipped down his cheek.

"Hey. It's alright. I'm trying to help you." she said consolingly.

No. He couldn't believe her. She couldn't possible do so.

He felt the touch of her warm finger as she pushed the button on the opposite side of his head. Thor had been so hasty to leave his brother's presence he had forgotten about the second latch. There was another click and a hiss. Peyton took the muzzle in both hands and carefully tried to pry it away from face, watching Loki's face contort in agony.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry." She comfortingly whispered continuously as she worked to get it off. He watched intently as she concentrated with ginormous coffee-coloured eyes pivoting about his face, attempting to remove it as gently and harmlessly as she possibly could.

When it finally detached itself, Peyton this time did not contain her gasp. The sight made her want to give both Odin and Thor one of her perfect judo kicks. The muzzle had embedded itself into the surface of his skin, leaving one, long, deep slit on the outer rims on the bottom half of his face. Several scars surrounding the bleeding gash accented the horrendous visage. His terrorized eyes danced about the concerned child's face, wondering why she had assisted him.

Peyton turned to the equally amazed man standing before her and ordered through tightly-gritted teeth, "Give me the keys to his fetters. Now."

Thor glanced at his father for approval.

The king rolled his eye and accepted. "Do it."

He pulled out a strange key out of a compartment near his breastplate and tossed it in Peyton's direction. Her eyes hadn't left his for a split second as she caught the device somewhat away from her without even taking a glance. Her reflexes astounded him. And frightened him slightly.

She stuck the twisted blade into the lock and turned it. They fell onto his lap in clatter immediately, revealing battered wrists covered in horrid bruises. His eyes dashed about frantically to the other two and finally remained upon Peyton. She bit her full, pink lip again as stared into his eyes which were fighting hard to sustain tears. Why did she do that? Doesn't she know who I am?

"What did they do to you?" she whispered to him as she searched his face for answers. Loki said nothing as he stared away from her at the floor.

Suddenly, she wrathfully snatched one of his wrists into her hand, him instantly seizing it away from her fearfully, only to her grabbing it again. Her eyes burned with black fury (take that any way you wish) and her head snapped towards Odin and Thor.

She yelled almost laughing in appalled hysteria, showing them his disfigured wrist. "LOOK AT HIS WRIST! LOOK AT IT! IT'S PURPLE!"

He finally pried his wrist away and stashed it underneath his cloak, drawing away from her. Peyton sighed. She hadn't meant to frighten him.

"What the HELL is WRONG with you guys?!"

The royalty on the opposite side of the room said nothing. She took the chains into her hand and left the prisoner in his corner, knowing he'd rather not be in her company. She tossed the cuffs in Thor's direction, with a rattle, as he had to her.

"Whatever. Get hell out of here Thor." she snarled.

Thor witnessed Peyton's belligerent face and stomped towards the door. He turned momentarily as if to say something to his brother, but didn't as he faced the door and rested his hand on the door-handle.

"Traitor." she stated in an uncomprising voice.

Thor paused, bowed his head slightly then left with a harsh slam of the large wooden door, as she found her way back into her burgundy wingback chair.

Peyton's fierce eyes flicked to Odin, now with his first son gone.

"So…Big Daddy-"

"All-Father."

"That's what I said, Big Daddy-"

Peyton, out the corner of her vision, saw the slightest hint of a twinkle in Loki's eyes for a fraction of a second, then disappeared. She loved that she was irritating Odin immensely. He added 'Impudent' to his log.

"-Like I told you before I'm not staying here. I don't care if you're the king or not." she said bobbing her head back and forth.

"You have no choice." He pronounced. "I control whether or not the Bifrost opens."

Peyton almost said something, then bit her tongue. No matter what she said or what she did, she was stuck and there was nothing she could do about it.

"All right, then…Odieee-"

Odin eyes raged. Loki's little sparkle snuck back again.

"I'll stay, like you said I have no choice." She continued in a fake sigh, rising from her chair and strolled over to the kitchen and leaned against the counter to grab an apple from a large pale-blue fruit bowl.

"But that doesn't mean I have to be a good girl." she said devilishly, spinning the apple on the countertop. The King only stared at the mouthy woman. One so young shouldn't be so…he didn't know what to call it.

She sashayed over to her chair, rolled the fruit around in her palms, and crossed her legs.

"And don't expect me to be here when you get back."

"I should only be so fortunate." Odin shouted, glaring at her with one steely eye.

Peyton dropped her apple with the face of a killer.

I know he didn't just say that to me.

"Get out. Get out of my house right now!" She exclaimed, pointing at the door.

"Gladly."

He rose and not giving a second look to his son, stamped over to the door.

"Have a glorious sentence, milady."

The door slammed shut.

She stayed seated, shaking in pure mania, fingers boring into the chair.

Loki debated whether or not to bolt out of the house.

Everything was still.

For about five seconds.

Then. She leapt up, opened the door, and scurried outside, hair bouncing.

They had mounted their horses and almost begun to leave.

"HEY THOR!"

The god looked behind him to the tiny figure trying to get his attention.

Even in the distance, he could distinguish Peyton giving him the naughty finger.

"BOUZIN!"

Thor looked, shakenly, to his father, with wide bright blue eyes. He didn't know exactly what "bouzin" meant, or what language it was in, but whatever it was, he knew, couldn't have been good.

"Father, are you for certain that this scheme of yours will be successful? They are quite the pair." he said doubtfully.

Odin shook his head, "They may have been some complications, but none that I didn't consider beforehand. It will work."

Settling himself on his saddle he continued, "Unfortunately, they will have many tribulations, nonetheless, if my predictions are correct, this arrangement will, yes Thor, be most successful."

Leaving the tiny brick cottage, they galloped off speedily on their steeds, the dark woods at once swallowing the crowned heads of Asgard whole.

* Peyton's speech becomes very proper when she is slightly irritated. First phase of 'top-blowing'.

** Finger-nail scraping. Phase two of top-blowing.

***Referring to Odin's golden eye-covering. Haha! Got to love Peyton.

Say good-bye to Thor and Odin guys. They won't be back for a very long time…

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