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Chapter 11

It took me three freaking hours to clear out all the snow, and two of those I spent figuring out how to make it stop. It was ridiculous the amount of time that it took, once that was done I had to move the water into the bathtub and get rid of it. Unfortunately that meant that I had to melt it first. Yeah, fuck my life.

The only good thing was that nobody came in because that would have been awkward to try and explain. Oh, I was just revolutionising this place with magic. Yeah, like that'd go over well.

It took me days to fix it, and then I brought it into the Foundling's host. They loved it and soon all small businesses were installing them in their stalls. I think that they only ones that didn't have them was the palace.

"What if we built a building?" I asked one of the biggest gossips in the market that day, "Put all the buildings inside, so that weather wasn't effective for shopping."

"That's a good idea," she murmured in surprise, "Why ever didn't we think of that?" I wanted to tell her that it was because they were sheep. They wanted to be giving the tools to excel. Of course once they were set on the path they were fucking brilliant about seeing it through.

She was so excited that she dragged me to the builders so we could begin a preliminary plan. It was easy enough to count the approximate number of people that had stalls all day, everyday and make shops. The thing was, I wanted this to be a work of art. Not an ugly commercial building.

"What if we had wards?" I asked the builder.

"Like what?" he asked. I bit my lip, ideas flowing into my brain at breakneck speed.

"Thing that could cool or heat the centre at will, ones to prevent people with bad intentions from entering, cleaning wards," I said in a daze, "I've never done any of this before but the possibilities could be endless."

"How are we going to pay for all this?" he asked me. Now there was a question.

"We could use the materials of the people that will want a store in there, they can get in by trade and labour," I said excitedly, "And I have the money I made off of the fridges I made."

"You can't pay for everything," he admonished, "I'll talk to the other shop owners, and we'll sort something out. Can I ask you something? "

"Sure," I replied shrugging.

"Why are you doing so much for us?" he asked curiously.

"Because I doubt I'll ever get home and I want to make this a better place to live for everybody," I responded. After that I went to eat with Oleg and made my way back to the palace.

"What do you mean nobody can find her?" grandfather demanded, "How hard can it be to find one woman and stop her meddling in my city." Oh dear, perhaps he meant the Foundling's Host or the fridges that I made. Just wait until I come up with a way for people to play angry birds in his boring speeches I thought proudly, before shaking my head.

I didn't have time for angry birds. In face what time I did have was rather quickly slipping away. Don't think about that, I chided myself. With that I snuck into New York and into my old apartment. I doubt S.H.I.E.L.D would be able to find it again. I love magic…. Sometimes.

"How's my baby?" mom asked, pulling me into a bone crushing hug, "You've grown, what have I missed?" Now you're probably imagining my mom to look like Sally Jackson right now, the epitome of motherliness, not so. Think Loki.

"I'm fine mom," I said hugging her back easily as tight, I missed mom (which with mom changing from a he to a she so often makes using words like he or she a bitch, because neither is right all the time.) so much.

We sat down and I told him (at the moment) all about what I'd been doing on Asgard. He smiled and pulled me against his body so we could rest against each other comfortably.

"I am so proud of you," mom said with a mischievous smile.

"I punched granddad in the face," I told him with a vicious smirk, "He told the entire realm that I wasn't ever leaving and gave me this diamond tiara thing. Which I never wear."

"That's my girl," he praised, planting a kiss in my hair. I looked at my watch and bit my lip sadly. If I stayed away any longer they'd know I was off realm and then I'd be in real trouble.

"Hey mom, I have to go before they notice," I said sadly. He squeezed me tightly for a second before letting me go.

"Alright, I'll see you soon," he said, "Gabriel will be sorry he missed you." I laughed.

"I see him more than I see you," I said pouting. He raised an eyebrow; silently saying just say the word and I'll be there. I wouldn't though, I wouldn't put it past them to lock mom in a cell for the rest of forever. "I love you."

"I love you to, baby girl," he said sadly. I kissed him on the cheek and made my way back up to Asgard and sat on the beach.

"I thought I would find you here," Uncle Thor said coming to stand slightly behind me to keep out of the waves.

"I'm always here," I respond. He laughs and calls liar.

"This is always the first place I check when I am looking for you," he says, "Try another."

"Well not here, here," I explained, "I have my little hideouts along the beach for when I want to be left alone."

"Your never in the palace," he says sadly, like he was disappointed that I was never around.

"Any prisoner that can walk out of there fucking prison will do it in a heartbeat idjit," I said in a soft voice, "I may not be able to get off realm, but I sure as hell can get this far."

"It isn't a prison," he says, "This is your home now."

"No, Uncle Thor," I sighed, "I want to go home." I sounded tired and weak, something that I usually never allowed myself to sound, because of all the people at camp that were counting on me. I had to stay strong.

"This is your home," he repeated.

If only I could make him understand, it really wasn't at all. I almost wished that I hadn't seen mom, at least then I wouldn't have such a clear memory of what I missed… fuck my life and Uncle Thor, he just didn't seem to get it.

I'm wondering if I should make her a little darker, she honestly believes that she's going to die right? So her morals would be a little skewed knowing that she doesn't have to live with it.