CHAPTER 2

Thor awoke from unconsciousness with a start, opening his eyes to see that he was lying on the ground. He turned his head up and found himself staring at a pair of warm, chocolate pair of eyes. He was somehow comforted by them. Suddenly reminded of where he was and how he got there, he stood up stumbling all comfort gone.

"Hammer, hammer!" He said in a frantic voice trying to locate Mjolnir.

He heard someone mutter something and turned toward the voice.

"You! What realm is this? Elfheim, Nilfheim?" He questioned the lady with long, curly dark hair and a pale face with some sort of contraption covering her eyes. She retrieved small, black, rectangular object and held it out in front of her as if to use it to harm him. He laughed inwardly. It was such a tiny thing, how could it she even think to use it against him.

"New Mexico?" the lady replied.

"You dare threaten me, the mighty Thor with such a puny weapon—". He was cut off unable to finish as the black object shot out curly wires attaching themselves to his chest. That was the last thing he remembered after he shook violently and fell to the ground once again.

"What? He was freaking me out!" Darcy explained to Jane, as she gave her a look of shock.

"He was already hit with a car, and then you have to taser him!" Jane yelled actually a little bit worried for the man's life.

Without waiting for a reply from Darcy she said, "Whatever, we have to get him to a hospital! Blood is not going to be on my hands.

Erik helped carry the man to the back of the van and rushed toward the driver seat. Jane rushed to the trunk, looking at the unconscious man for a few seconds before shutting the trunk door. Jane jumped into the passenger seat as Erik hurriedly drove out of the desert towards the town of Puente Antigua. Jane quickly accessed what had just happened. She was driving towards a funnel cloud, she hit a man who just happened to be in the middle of a funnel cloud, and Darcy shot a taser at him and rendered him unconscious. What the hell? She was surprised to find herself hoping that this man was alright. When he had awoke from his previous unconsciousness, relief flooding her, she found blood flooding into her cheeks when she got a look at him. His face was quite handsome with a dark blond goatee and similar colored eyebrows. His lighter blond hair was long for a man, brushing his shoulders. His eyes are what affected her the most. They were a very crystal clear, turquoise-y blue. Just the eyes trapped her there, seemingly peering into her very soul, on the ground staring at him until she realized that he was getting up.

He seemed to be confused and a bit on the crazy side, shouting things about a hammer, a realm (as he put it) named Elfheim, and something called a Heimdall. She suddenly realized that she had come there the first place because she wanted proof, but the funnel was gone and all that was left was a handsome man lying unconscious in the back of her trunk. Speaking of which, how did he get in the middle of the desert in the first place, at the exact same spot as the funnel cloud? She was about to turn around and question him, but she remembered that he wasn't exactly in a state to be interrogated or anything else in that matter. She would wait till morning, even though she wasn't really the patient type. But what could he do in a matter of 24 hours? She sighed as they came close to the County hospital.