Part three, probably of six, so halfway there! I own nothing.

The next thing Ryan became aware of was the sound of voices, breaking through the darkness that had wrapped around her head.

She blinked, trying to clear her vision and thoughts, and was able to make out the words that were being spoken.

"Well I think that we should wait until mother and father return home until we doing anything."

"Don't be stupid Rolfe, we can't just leave her here, I mean look at that thing!"

"Exactly Flosi. It's frozen solid! Have you ever seen anything like that?! And look at her clothes! No, we can't take her home until we know how she did it. A nice fix we'd be in if we brought home some sort of mini ice sorceress."

"Oh come on Rolfe, she's just a little girl, and look how small she is! She can't be much older than Gudrun here."

At this Ryan's eyes finally shot open. Someone had not only called her "little girl" but had insulted her size and questioned her age.

Her head lifted from off of the ground where she had fainted, and she glared at the group was now surrounding her.

"You know I can hear you?"

The speakers jumped at the sound of her voice, and for the first time Ryan realized that they were only children, and none of them looked to be much older than her. And all of them were dressed as if they'd just come from Middle-Earth.

There were two boys, one skinny and dark-haired, who was looking at Ryan nervously, as though she might freeze him. The other was bulky and fair, and seemed to be merely interested in her appearance.

There were three girls; a small toddler with two blonde braids (one of which she was nibbling the end of), another older girl with dark hair pulled into a long ponytail, looking excited.

And finally, clutching Ryan's sword, and glaring with an intensity that would could have melted the frozen wolf; there was a tall, gangly, fair-haired girl about Ryan's age, who had placed a booted foot on top of Ryan's chest.

"So," the girl said, her glare never wavering, "You're awake."

"So it seems." Ryan replied with an even tone, determined not to be intimidated by the glare. "I could probably get up to if you'd kindly remove your foot."

"We're not so sure we want you to get up." The girl stated firmly. "At least, not until you answer some questions."

She moved her body slightly, so that she could point at the frozen wolf, but did not lift her foot. "Did you do that?"

Ryan pondered what reactions her answer might invoke, but as she could see no point in lying, she nodded.

The girl raised an eyebrow. "How?"

Ryan shrugged, "I don't really know, it just sort of…happened."

"It's because she's a Sorceress!" The dark haired boy cried, then clamped his mouth shut as the girl turned her glare at him. Then she turned back to Ryan, her eyes sharp and searching.

"Does my dimwitted brother speak true stranger? Are you are sorceress?"

"No!" Ryan exclaimed firmly. Then her face took on a confused look, "At least, I don't think so. The ice came from the sword see, but it's never done anything magic before and-"

The girl held up a hand to stop her speaking. "This sword?" She asked, raising it.

Ryan nodded, and the girl turned her eyes to the wooden weapon. Her long fingers traced the blade, and she flipped it over several times to examine each side. Finally, she swung it in an arc over her head, howling a warriors cry as she did so, startling several birds from the trees.

Nothing happened.

"Hmmm…" said the girl, and she turned her gaze back to Ryan.

"What's your name girl?"

"Ryan. Ryan Rogers."

The girl's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, the same Ryan Rogers who's father is the warrior Captain America?"

Ryan grinned, proud that her father's name seemed to be known even on this technology forsaken planet. "That's the one!"

"But this is astounding!" The girl cried out in excitement, finally lifting her foot from Ryan's chest and helping her to her feet. "We've heard stories about your father from ours! Come to that we've heard quite a few stories about you as well. Is it true that you rescued the giant Yule tree of Rockperson Central from the clutches of a giant mole, thus almost single handily saving the kingdom of New York?!"

"Well kind of—" Ryan began, when the dark haired boy shrieked again.

"Hildy! She's the one the traitor Loki has taken under his wing! We should be fighting her, not asking her dumb questions!"

"Oh shut up Rolfe!" the girl Hildy spat. She turned to Ryan with an apologetic look. "Don't mind him, he's just the family idiot."

"Hey!" Rolfe protested, but Hildy silenced him with another stony glare.

"I'm Hildy," She said, giving Ryan the first smile she'd seen from the girl. "And these are my brothers and sisters. This is Flosi-" She pointed to the dark haired girl, who gave a nervous, exited giggle as she waved. "Alaric," the bulky boy nodded, "You know Rolfe," Rolfe glared, "And this is Gudrun."

Hildy gave the smallest girl an absent minded but affectionate pat on the head. Gudrun, not bothering to take her braid out of her mouth, gave a small wave.

"Um…it's nice to meet all of you." Ryan said, trying to give a sincere smile to each of them, though Rolfe's frightened scowl was making it a bit difficult.

"Um, Hildy…" Ryan asked as she turned back to the girl. I wonder if you could tell me…where exactly am I?"

Hildy looked surprised at the question. "But…don't you know? Surely you've come here with your father, or perhaps Lord Thor?"

"Well, no actually," Ryan began, "It's kinda of just me. You see I was in my room when-"

Suddenly she stopped as she realized what Hildy had said. "Wait…Thor?"

"Yes."Hildy said, seeming even more perplexed. "You have met him as well, haven't you? I assumed you were familiar with all the Avengers."

"I am, I just…if Thor'd be here…then…this must be…"

Ryan suddenly looked around at her surroundings with new eyes. How many stories had she heard about this place? How many times had Loki teased her parents about stealing her away to it? How many times had she gone to sleep with his whispered promises that someday he'd actually show it to her and now! Now here she was!

Ryan's heart began to pound, and a small, unbelieving smile crept across her face as she whispered:

"I'm on Asgard…"

Meanwhile….

Deciding that neither his wife nor neighbors would appreciate having a giant interstellar portal opening up in their backyard; Steve (now clad in his Captain America uniform) had driven himself and Loki to a nearby open field, where they now stood, waiting to see if Loki's summoning spell would work.

"Are you sure he's even awake right now?" Steve asked, gazing up at the sky.

"It is day on Asgard, and besides, Heimdall and the Allfather can see even in their sleep."

"Then come they have such a hard time keeping an eye on you?" Steve muttered.

Loki shot him a look, but then continued to watch the sky.

For a long moment, it seemed as though nothing was going to happen. Then a bright light twinkled above them, and then suddenly shot down upon them, illuminating the field with blinding intensity and encircling the two men.

"This is it!" Loki cried above the roar that seemed to be emanating from the light itself. "Are you ready Rogers?"

Steve nodded, pulling his mask down over his face, "Beam me up."

Steve felt a jolt in the pit of his stomach, the light folded in around him, and then suddenly he was hurtling through tunnel of shifting lights at speeds faster then he knew was mortally possible. He gripped his shield tightly, and he could feel his teeth chattering in his skull as he shot across the universe in mere seconds.

The next thing he knew, he was stumbling into a large golden room. A raised platform stood in the center of it, upon which stood a huge man clothed in golden armor.

"Welcome, Steve Rogers" The man said in a strangely resonating voice. "To the golden realm of Asgard."

"Yes yes Heimdall," Loki cut in, "He doesn't need to hear the whole 'Golden Realm' spiel. We need to speak to the Allfather immediately."

Heimdall frowned at the interruption, but nodded. "He is aware of Steve Rogers plight, and awaits you both in the throne room."

Steve looked past the man to the door of the room, from which he could see a long, shimmering bridge made of some sort of crystal that led to a shining city far in the distance.

"Guess we better not keep him waiting then."

Loki nodded in agreement. "That is usually a wise course of action." He then walked towards the entrance, and then turned back with a grin, gesturing for Steve to go ahead.

"Off to see the Wizard."

Steve rolled his eyes, "Follow the Rainbow Road huh? I can't believe Tony told you about that flying monkeys thing, he doesn't even like you."

Loki pressed a hand to his heart, as though wounded. "No! I can't believe that."

Steve rolled his eyes again, hefted his shield, and began walking down the Rainbow Bridge, Loki easily keep step with him.

"Well if I'm Dorothy, what's that make you, Glinda?"

"Oh please, I'm obviously the Wicked Witch of the West."

"Oh, so you don't mind if I melt you after this?"

Heimdall watched bemusedly as the two men walked into the distance. Though no love was lost between him and Loki, he was glad that the man had found someone who could banter with him in such a friendly fashion.

He gazed out into the endless void of space, and his mood darkened as he looked into the possible futures that continually shifted and changed within his unique view. He hoped that this semi-friendship would be able to withstand what was about to arise…

Hey guys, I meant this chapter to be longer, but sickness and a small amount of writers block has stopped that. But I will attempt to upload the next part on Monday or Tuesday. Anyway, I hope you like what's happening so far. And if any of you can guess who those kids belong to I'll be very happy!