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Fran

She didn't get to pack; she didn't have time to do so. She didn't have time to breathe either. In Thor's desperation to get home he had dragged her along, he had pulled her arm and lead her towards the desert, where he had said Hemidall could hear him. She had fight to urge to protest because there was really no point to it. She had let herself be dragged towards it and she waited for what was next to happen.

She felt herself being pulled upward and before she could blink she was standing in front of a warrior. He was dressed in a golden metal suit and held a sword on his hands, his eyes were brown and shiny but he had failed to blink even for a second when he saw her. He was looking at a point behind her and it seemed like it was just her who found it odd because Thor was greeting him. The man moved aside and they walked in, she gave him one last look and followed Thor.

Saying she was taken aback by the beauty of the castle before her was an understatement. Her jaw opened and she found herself saying 'wow' repeatedly. She had been in many wonderful paradises before, with amazing buildings surrounding her, something other people might describe as heaven, but this was entirely different. Heavenly still but she had lost words to describe it the minute she step a foot in it

"Welcome to Asgard." Thor has spoke beside her, with smile of his own. She had just nodded slowly, still taking in the fact that she was in a whole different world, a world only a few people knew about.

"It's…beautiful" breathtaking, gorgeous, wonderful, that was all the words she had in mind at the moment. If she were to describe it, to compare it to something else, she would compare it to the Land of Oz. Except less green but still beautiful enough to belong in a fairytale.

"Please come along. I wish for you to meet the Allfather."

She was once again dragged by Thor, though did time he didn't hold her hand but walked before her. She glanced at the few people inside the castle, who watched her with awe. She was a stranger and they sense it. Besides the fact that her clothes were not proper either, she saw that the woman were wearing long dresses (a bit too shiny for her taste) and she was wearing dark skinny jeans, boots and a leather jacket.

They entered a big room, each step she took echoed against the walls which made her well aware of how empty the room was, even if she had seen different places and met different people the fact that she was about to meet the Allfather made her a little bit edgy.

Thor bowed in front of the throne where an old man sat. She was confused whether she should do the same or not, so she stood there watching the old man before her, motionless and speechless.

"Father, I have come with help." Thor spoke. The old man stared at her for good ten seconds. His expression of curiosity made her shiver.

"Is this her, the one to save my son?" Odin asked. She nodded slowly. "What is your name?"

"Natasha Romanoff…your highness" she hesitated on the last words, unsure of how to approach the man without sounding disrespectful.

"I thank you for being here, Lady Natasha." He spoke "…and for helping my son" she wasn't sure if he was talking about Loki or Thor, the first one not being his real son and all. Maybe to him he will always be so.

"To be honest, I'm not sure if I, being here will be of assistance" Natasha spoke. It was one thing for her to be there, willingly, it was another one if Loki really wanted her help in the first place.

"Trust my word, Lady Natasha. It will be." Odin spoke, sure of himself.

"If you say so…" She whispered.

"I will call a maid to show you your chambers" with a movement of his hand a young woman showed up. She vbwed like Thor had done upon her arrival. "Domé will escort you to your bedchamber. I hope it will comfortable enough for you"

She was surprised how everything had been settled, as if they knew for sure she would agree to come in the first place. How did that happened, she had no idea, but she was sure though Thor had shared his knowledge about her dreams with his father, therefore her help was evident.

The girl bowed before her, she was tempted to say there was no need to do so but she figured it was 'the Asgard' way, so she just smiled at her and followed her out.

She never noticed how tired she was until the girl had showed her bedroom. She suppressed a yawn when the doors opened before her, the previous tiredness vanished upon seeing the room she was staying in. It was large and spacious. The queen size bed in the middle of the room was gold and purple, incidentally her favorite color, there was also a vase with different kinds of flowers on a night table next to her bed.

She found herself, once again, breath taken by the sight before her. Whoever had decorated this room had done a wonderful job, she already loved it.

"I hope you like the colors, my lady" the girl next to her spoke shyly. She smiled in return.

"I love it. Did you decorate it?"

"Yes. I hope you don't mind. Purple is my favorite color…"

"It's mine too."

She walked towards the bed. Touching the bedspread with her fingertips, it was soft just like she had thought, the feelings of tiredness hit her again as she took a sit on it. But then a hint of curiosity hit her, she had meet two of the important people in Asgard but she had yet to see the person whose reason she was here; Loki.

"Can I ask you a question?" Natasha spoke to the girl, who nodded slowly. "Where's Loki?"

The girl swallowed hard and switched her weight from one foot to the other. She had seen this reaction enough to know she was nervous.

"Prince Loki is…imprisoned my lady," the young woman whispered, looking at her feet. Natasha was confused whether she was frighten at talking about Loki or if she was sad. "he has been since he arrived from your world"

"Oh….and have you seen him?"

"Oh Lord no. We're not allowed to speak to the prisoners, even if he was the Prince of Asgard."

"Do you think they will let me see him?" she asked for no apparent reason she was somehow eager to see him, to see if he had changed a bit since he left or if he was still the same crazy man she had met before.

"I think The King will let you. You are, my lady, after all soon to become Princess of Asgard."

She didn't know whether to be scared to death or be happy. She will, although, have three days to convince herself that everything is actually happening.

TBC.

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