Disclaimer: I own nothing. Chapter two here we go. The beginning of a princess conformation program and Perci's rebellion.

Chapter 3

I had to get into contact with Clint, stupid son of Apollo. I realise I was mad but he didn't have to shoot me with a tranquilliser dart from afar. I wouldn't have hurt anyone… else… much.

Dressing in one of the shirts I'd stole from Nix, it was black and read 'Be reasonable, do it my way' and a pair of jeans, cowboy boots resting on the floor ready to slip on at a moments notice.

"Mother fucker," I swore staring at the baby pink, sparkly dress from hell that looked like someone had found Barbie, drugged her and stole her princess dress. Fuck this nooseage, I thought hanging it in the very, very back of the walk in wardrobe.

"Son of a bitch," I cursed, I couldn't get a signal on my mobile phone. I was off realm, it was expected but… damn, how was I sneakily going to get out of here now. The answer left me shivering, magic.

Returning to the bathroom I I'M, you know Iris-messaged, Clint.

"My life sucks," I told him, "Don't tell anyone that I'm here?"

"No problem," he replied, "I can't believe that Loki is your mom, she's so nice and her cookies are amazing. It's not fair, he brainwashed me into nearly destroying the world."

"Nah, he pissed you lot off into saving it because he couldn't," I replied, "My idea, sorry."

"Why am I not surprised?" he said cursing, "Fine… I forgive you, mainly because I have to."

"Yep, see you later," I said, "Someone's coming." I hung up in time to see my uncle walk in.

"My mother left you a dress," he said in confusion to my attire.

"Yes she did," I said in agreement, "It was ugly." He nearly dropped the tray he was holding in surprise. Oh, food. My stomach grumbled.

"Don't tell my mother that," he warned. He tried to find out about me. Asking me simple questions. Like what was my favourite colour, sea green. Where was my father, which I didn't answer because even I'm not stupid enough to say 'Hey, my dad's Poseidon.'

Which got me thinking about my step-dad Gabriel, he wasn't actually nasty and horrible. That wasn't what kept the monsters away from me mostly, it was the lingering smell of Archangel that lingered on me. Yeah, centuries ago he ran away from his family and stunt doubled as my mom. They'd been on and off for about as long. They married last year though. It was cool; mom even wore a dress and went as a she. Maybe that was my ticket out.

"Can you do magic?" Uncle Thor asked suddenly.

"You know your shit at being sneaky," I replied. He looked a little sheepish.

"You did not answer the question," he responded. I eyed the plate of food in front of me. There was a small jug of gravy. I levitated it and poured some on the vegetables in front of me. It placed back on the table and the fork speared a piece of potato and rose in front of me. I opened my mouth and it moved inside. Chewing the potato and swallowing it I placed the fork down.

"That's about all I can do," I said, "I've learned to be careful with magic."

"Why?" Thor asked, "My brother always made it sound like such a gift."

"The thing about magic is it's a lot like flying," I responded laughing, "If you realise that you have no idea what you're doing halfway through the results are going to be fugly."

"Fugly?" he asked curiously.

"Fucking ugly," I said seriously. He let out a boom of laughter and I shook my head. He left and I finished my meal before looking going out in search of a library.

I found it and looked through for some books on power generating and getting a signal for my phone and my Ipod. The importance of my Ipod cannot be overstated. I can't sleep without it, plus I needed it to be able to practice dancing.

I took a couple of the books back with me. Getting my phone up and running was important. Otherwise I could get into contact with other demigods; I only had so many drachmas.

The night passed with me reading well into it, about using ruins to power and transmit a signal to my phone. The next morning I was woken up by a maid, she wanted to help me dress. I sent her outside and did it for myself.

"That isn't what her majesty chose for you to wear," the terrified maid said as I made my way to the dining hall.

"To bad," I said, "This is what I feel comfortable in." I was wear blue skinny jeans with brown cowboy boots, a white shirt that read, 'Who needs sex when life already fucks me over at ever chance?' a billowy sheer long-sleeved over shirt hung down to knees and I braided my hair.

"I didn't pick that," my grandmother murmured in a soft voice. I didn't think that I was meant to hear.

"I didn't sign on to be your Barbie doll," I said being ushered to sit next to my grandmother and Uncle Thor. I ate a lot of fruit and drank some of the wine that sat at the table.

"So early in the morning?" Lady Sif asked me scathingly. I raised an eyebrow, before groaning.

"Oh gods, not another one," I sighed and tipped back my glass emptying it in a single swallow.

"Try to be nice," Uncle Thor said smiling.

"Fine," I replied, "So what exactly am I supposed to do around here all day? Is there some sort of war games I can join in with or sparring or something?"

"A princess should never be on the field of battle," Odin decreed, "It is to dangerous and not a place for you. What do you know of sparring anyway?"

"That on a realm full of people packing weapons that learning looks like a good idea," I said frowning.

"That so, you will not," he said in a final tone. I repressed the urge to throw my knife at him. Deep breaths, count to three and keep calm.

"It's not like you should be taught the ways of an Asgardian warrior, you are the daughter of that traitor," Lady Sif began to rant. Thud, the knife slammed through her hand and into the wood beneath.

"I don't know the particulars of what mom did here and your confusing me with someone that gives a crap if you think I care," I said in a soft dangerous voice, "The next person to talk about my mom like that in front of me will get a knife somewhere less easy to fix than a hand."

Sif cradled her bleeding hand against her chest and looked at me with disbelief.

"Loki hurt a lot of people here," Uncle Thor said guardedly.

"Mom also loved me more than anyone else ever has and has taken care of me my whole life, imagine your reaction if it was your mother that she was talking about," I replied stonily. He understood when I put it like that.

It still didn't mean that I didn't get a lecture, I was wrong to deal with things that way and my language was unbefitting of a princess. I snorted, and told them that they were the only things keeping me here.

I'm not sure that they knew what to say to that. I didn't care; I just ate my breakfast in silence.

There, not sure what to make of the rest of it. How long should it take her to find a way around the medieval technology problem?