When I opened my eyes next, my brain was clear, un-fogged and the moment I saw what was in front of me, or above me, I contemplated shutting them again. It was the golden roof of what I'm assuming was the palace of Asgard. I slowly, still staring at the roof, concentrated on what had happened, from start to finish, since I met Thor.

And my only thought was, Wasn't life just fantastic?

I let out a snort without realizing it. My noise got a reaction from somewhere because I heard a scramble and then Thor's smiling face was above me. I smiled automatically back, rising up. The room around me was just as golden as the others, though this one had a wall that was clear but for a guard rail so as not to fall out of it. I could see all across Asgard, and I looked away from the stunning view, to look back at the room. It was filled with beds, and other medical, what I presume to be, on tables and miscellaneous things. No one was around that I recognized but two beds were filled, and a nurse had just stepped out of a door, of which there were two sets.

"Do you remember where you are?" Thor asked, sitting back down on his chair. I licked my dry lips.

"Yes." I slowly said, wincing at the burn in my throat typical of waking up after passing out. Thor held up the also customary glass of water, which I drank slowly. "Thank you." I chuckled, leaning over to put it back on the stand beside my bed. "I presume I'm still in Asgard, the palace probably?" I said, just to be sure.

"Yes, after father laid you on the bridge you lost your consciousness. You were carried to the healing room, where you were pronounced to have nothing wrong with you but stress of the mind." Thor informed me. He wasn't in full on armor any more, his cape was missing and the middle was snapped open to show blue under it. Even the shiny part of the armor was missing on his arms, leaving bare arm except for the van braces on his wrists.

"How is your father? And your mother for that matter?" I questioned, scooting back to push the pillow up to brace my back.

"They are both fine." Thor bowed his head and when he brought it back up he was smiling wildly, his grin infectious. "They are currently throwing a feast in your honor." My eyes bugged out of my head.

"What?"

"Not only have you helped the heir to the throne in his banishment, you also managed to save him from falling to his death." Thor told me, reaching out and I watched his hand as it tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "You are the first Midgardian to pass the bifrost, and the only to fight off the Destroyer or band together with an Asgardian. You are being honored as Midgardian royalty." Thor told me, dropping his hand to take mine that was outside of the blanket, a creamy white color, predictable of pretty much all 'healing' places.

"Royalty?" I squeaked. "I'm not royalty." My breath hitched and my cheeks flushed. Thor's smile was cheeky, if not bizarrely calm.

"To Asgard you are worthy of it, therefore it is yours." He said instead, chuckling.

"This isn't funny; I don't know how royalty is supposed to act." I cautioned, trying to talk him out of it, though I had a bad feeling it wasn't him that I should be explaining this to.

"You will act how you feel you should act. No one will expect you to grasp Asgardian customs." Thor promised, and I grinned at him.

"Like I didn't expect you to grasp Midgardian customs?" I teased. He laughed, loudly and for once freely.

"Yes, like that." He moved forward and I squeaked in surprise as his lips brushed mine. I flushed and kissed him back, as chaste as the kiss was. When he moved back, I'm sure my cheeks were the color of his cape. "I am happy that you are here." Thor seriously told me.

"Um, thank you?" I questioned, smiling blissfully.

"Father and Mother would also like to extend their thanks." Thor told me, smiling.

"But," I started, and then licked my lips. "I didn't manage to save Loki, like I promised your mother." I winced. "I know you wanted him to make it." My hand which had been lax in Thor's grip caressed his. Thor's eyes turned sad but he kept my gaze.

"Loki knew the consequences for what had happened, and I mourn for him, but I am glad that you tried, and that is all that matters." Thor told me, seriously. "I will miss my brother, as will the rest of my family. I am thankful, that I have what I do." I smiled again, squeezing his hand.

"I suppose that I can help you mourn him as I learn the customs of this place." I gestured to the palace in general around me. "It's the least I can do, I suppose. Thank you for taking me here. It's truly beautiful."

"Thank you." A woman's voice responded, Thor and I both turned to look at the source of the voice. It was the Queen, beside her the king stood, in clothing that was no longer his armor. The woman also wore a dress, different than the one before. Together they walked in and all I could think was that they were definitely a power couple.

"Asgard is our home, we are glad that you like it." She warmly responded. I returned her welcoming smile with a hesitant smile of my own. How was I supposed to act towards the Queen of what was now my planet? I'd hardly had enough time to come to grips with my decision. I would be staying here, on Asgard it would be my home. I had left Earth. These facts were life altering in their magnitude.

"I must also thank you," Odin's voice spoke and I looked away from the Queen to look to him. "It is because of you my eldest has learned his lesson." He smiled softly, as if his mouth had not known a grin in a long time.

"I hardly doubt that, but thank you for having me here." I responded, smiling happily back. "I'm only a mutant."

"And you are the mutant that we needed." Thor argued, and he rose, still holding my hand but now he grasped my hand in both his. "Has her circlet been forged yet?" My eyes bugged again and I hissed.

"You didn't." I stated. No one else seemed to realize my horror because from behind the woman's back came a mahogany seeming box was pulled. "Um, I don't really think I need that." I tried again, only becoming more resigned. She sat delicately on my bed and I forced a sigh not to come out. I know most people would actually kill to become some kind of royalty but I really didn't want to. I've seen what happens to famous people, and plus, I didn't know a thing about royalty, or a thing about these people. All I knew was what Thor told me. You didn't seem me crowning Thor after he came to earth.

"It's something simple; we don't quite know what Midgardians enjoy." The woman told me. Her delicate looking hands opened the box, and Odin watched on, standing next to his beaming son. I had a sinking feeling that this was all Thor's idea.

It was simple enough, but admittedly beautiful circlet. It had thin swirls of silver spun together twisting artistically and even a few leaves in it at the edges, which were all contained in a silver band. It was simple, and it was lovely. I will maintain years to come, that shock was the only reason I allowed her to place it on my hair that someone had apparently combed and/or brushed. It fit right and I blinked, smiling nervously at the people surrounding me.

Yes, it was looking like every day I woke up would be an adventurous one. And not so long ago, just months ago, I'd been in an African village looking for action. Here I was, now, in an entirely different realm, Asgard, with a man who was courting me, a royal title, and possibly a home.

So, wow, huh? Yeah this is the last chapter. I'm a little surprised at that. I don't quite know when I'll be posting the Avengers story, and if I'll have Ava in it or do wone with her and Anna both in it. Who knows, really? I'm leaning towards it right now but I haven't been able to write much of anything lately. Sorry it might be a while. I just don't have a s much time to write as I used to have.

I hope you will read it when it does come out though!