I woke up startled. Where was I? I opened my eyes to look around. I was in a room with golden walls golden pillars... Golden everything.

Loki.

Where was he? What happened. The last thing I can remember was being on stark tower.

The golden room had an eerie sort of feel to it. It was gold. I looked around more carefully and realized I was in a morgue, with dead bodies placed everywhere.

Why was I in a morgue? And then I remembered. I fell of Stark tower. I died. My breaths started getting heavier.

Was I a ghost?

I couldn't have survived the fall. Could I? No. It's impossible.

I started to get up, slowly but surely. My whole body ached. My head was pounding. I was on a golden table, with a silky violet cloak strung over my pale body. There was a door on the left hand side of the east wall. I quietly tip-toed to the door.

Wow the floor was cold. I grabbed the crystal knob and turned it. A rush of fresh air came through the door. I took a moment to breath it in, relishing in the clean air.

"Ava?" I heard. I turned to see Thor. "How... how are you alive?" He asked puzzled.

"I... don't know." I said.

"You mustn't tell Loki you are alive." He said, panic rising in his voice.

"Why not?"

"Because, he is finally accepting his fate. He is accepting that he was wrong to kill without reason." He said.

"Where is he?" I asked. No answer. "Where am I?"

"You are in Asguard, kingdom of the nine realms."

"Asguard?" I asked confused. "I'm not on earth?"

"You are in mine and Loki's home realm." I huffed a sigh.

"I don't want to see Loki anyways," I lied, "he almost killed me."

"I see." He said, "I must take you to my father, maybe he will know why you are still alive." I nodded. We walked down a narrow hall painted a golden bronze, with white swift patterns glistening from the sunshine spilling in through the many windows.

"Who brought me to Asguard?" I asked.

"I did." He confessed, "Loki insisted we try to save you."

"I guess it worked." I said.

"No, that's the thing... I didn't." He said, his voice lowering.

"What do mean it didn't, I'm alive, I feel fine, I don't... I don't understand."

"You died. Your heart stopped. Your bones were broken and twisted." He quickened his pace. "Our Asguardian healers didn't do anything to you, you were put into a morgue, and you were going to stay there until we had prepared a funeral for you." I shuttered.

"Then why am I still alive?"

"I don't know, which is why we're going to talk to him." He said pointing to a man in all golden armour with a gold eye patch.

"Father, this is-" Thor started.

"I know quite well who she is Thor, thank you." The man said.

"Ava, this is Odin, king of Asguard." Thor whispered to me.

"Thor, leave us." Called Odin from his throne.

"As you wish father." Thor nodded, and turned to leave. I grabbed his shoulder,

"Wait, I- I don't know who he is, please don't go." I pleaded.

"I must go, but you can trust him, I promise." I nodded and took my hand off his shoulder. I turned back to face Odin.

"How am I still alive." I asked, as the door closed behind me. He looked at the floor, then back at me.

"You must prepare yourself for what I am about to say." His eyes were sad.

"Just say it." I said boldly.

"You are my daughter."