I wake up freezing and covered in a layer of snow. Still feeling angry, I stand up and shake myself off. I just can't believe it. What was I thinking, going to Asgard? I don't care if part of my mind is stuck there for the rest of my life, I'm never going back. No matter how much he asks, or how much trouble he gets in. I don't belong there. He clearly doesn't think so, so why should I?

I trudge back inside, and make some hot chocolate. Hot chocolate has always relaxed me, even in the middle of summer. After it's done, I make my way to the living room, where my mom is sitting reading a book.

"How long was I outside?" I ask.

She looks up and checks her watch. "About an hour. Why do you ask?"

An hour!? It only took and hour to go through all of that? "Wow." I respond. "It seemed much longer."

She smiles. "Well I hope you had fun." She goes back to her book.

Knowing that she won't hear me, I mutter to myself. "Depends on your definition of fun." I sigh and finish my hot chocolate, wondering when Loki's going to notice that I'm missing.

I put my mug in the sink and go into my room. Not knowing what else to do, I grab a book and start reading.

Going from world to world so suddenly is definitely mind bending, whether it be from Asgard to Midgard, or from Midgard to this book's world. After a little while of reading, I get a headache, and have to stop. I rub my temples, trying to get it to go away. I hate these headaches. I can't concentrate on anything.

I smile. I can't concentrate on anything. That means that even when Loki does come, I won't be able to go to Asgard. Although it does seem to be taking him a while. Maybe he got drunk and forgot about me. It would make the most sense.

I spend the rest of the day doing random things like chores, playing with my dog, and attempting to read. My headache never goes away, in fact, it gets worse. By the time I lie down to go to sleep, I have basically stopped worrying about Loki. I just need to sleep. Hopefully I'll be better in the morning. I shut my eyes and fall asleep.


I wake up in the dark, and I immediately know that I am not in my room. I press my palm against the ground to get up, and I feel .. a rug? Carpet? Where am I?

I peer into the darkness, trying to pick out shapes. Nothing. I can't see anything. That's when it hits me. Asgard. The random room. I'm in Asgard. But where? And how can it be so dark?

Starting to feel a hint of panic, I turn around. There's got to be a door here somewhere. That's how I got in here, after all. I stumble forward a few steps until I reach a wall. I feel along it, looking for a switch, a door handle, something, but there's nothing. The panic rears up again, but I push it down. It's okay. I've been through this before, going down the steps to see Fenrir.

But that was with Loki. I close my eyes, fighting against my turmoil of emotions. I don't need him. I'm fine. I can do this. I just need to find the door. I place my right hand against the wall and start walking.

I don't feel anything. It's just a wall. A straight, flat wall that seems to go on forever. It's very disorienting, moving without being to see anything. I close my eyes. There's no reason to keep them open, the view is pretty much the same. Pure darkness. The only thing that is visible is my dress, which is shimmering softly, so at least I know I'm not blind. There is nothing in front of me, just open floor.

After a few hours, I start to feel angry. Angry at Sigyn for telling me what I wanted to know, at Loki for not telling me what I need to know, and angry at myself for being so foolish and feeling that I had to know. I didn't need to know. Maybe this would have all been fine, I would have just happily served Loki for who knows how long. He would have his secrets, and I would have peace.

I stop and sit down, leaning back against the wall. It's too late now. I'm not sure if this is Asgard anymore. Asgard is big, but surely it's not big enough to hold a room this large. Also, there's no sign of Loki anywhere. I'm pretty sure by now he would have noticed I'm missing.

I sigh, placing my head in my hands. All this walking, and I'm not even tired. Though I know now that there's nothing else in here but me. If there was, I'm pretty sure it would have gotten me while I was passed out. However long that was.

I try to peer into the darkness again. Still nothing. I sigh again. I just want to go back to Midgard. I never even meant to come here! Why was I pulled here? Was it because of something I did? Or someone else? Maybe the only way to get back to Midgard is by discovering who's responsible. And the only way to find that out is to keep going.

Now more determined, I stand up, my hand steadying me against the wall. I start walking again, envisioning a crack in the wall, a door handle, a lever that opens a trapdoor... something. But there is nothing. I continue to walk, even as there continues to be nothing. There will be something, eventually. There has to be.

I start to fantasize about what it would be like, to find a door handle and pour out into the hallway, to pull down a lever that opens a door and race towards it with everything I have, maybe even find a small little button...

My hand brushes over something sticking out form the wall. Is that a button? I stop, and run my hand over it again, feeling the hard indentation. My heart soars, and I smile, giddy. That's a button. My way out, my salvation. I quickly press it. Just as soon as I do, the floor disappears beneath my feet, and I fall through darkness.

I hit a slide-like thing, and it tilts steeply downward, sending me further and further down. I scream, unable to hide my fear anymore, but then it levels out, and I slow down. Unfortunately, my momentum does not slow down enough, and I smack face-first into something solid.

"Ooow" I groan, pushing myself away from the wall. That hurt. I squint, trying to see what I ran into. To my surprise, I can see. I ran into a door. Light is pouring out the crack at the bottom, which is allowing me to see. I smile. Finally some light.

I reach forward and open the door, leaving the darkness behind. The light blinds me temporarily, causing me to fall forward, away from the door. "Aaah!" I brace myself, expecting to hit the floor.

But I don't. Instead, I hang there, suspended in mid air. Tentatively, I open my eyes. Shimmering around me is green mist, magic of some sort, holding me in place. I look around. I'm in a place I recognize. Fenrir's chamber. Two others are in there with me, staring at me in shock. Fenrir and Loki. Both have their mouths agape, but Loki has his hand outstretched to me, no doubt catching me with his magic.

I start crying, glad to be finally rid of that darkness. I know I'm supposed to be upset at Loki, but right now, I don't care. Instead of anger, all I feel is relief. Loki slowly lowers me to the ground, then releases his magic, hurrying to my side. I fall to my knees, still sobbing uncontrollably. I'm so full of emotions, I don't know what to feel. My throat burns from my gasping breaths, but I don't care. I continue to cry.

Loki crouches next to me and gently puts his arms around me, hugging me. My hands instinctively grab his shirt, lessening my sobbing. I press into him. I was so scared. I just didn't realize it then. "Shh, shh" He comforts me, rubbing my back. "It's okay, Cameron, you're safe now. The darkness is gone."

When he says that, my breath hitches up, and my sobbing abruptly cuts off. I let go of his shirt and he lets go of me, leaning back and meeting my eyes. "How do you know that?" I ask, my voice hoarse. Is this some sort of trick?

His green eyes are filled with concern. "We still have a mental connection." He replies softly. "As soon as you were gone, I immediately looked in your mind to find out where you were."

I start to feel angry again. And how soon was "as soon as I was gone"? Was it as soon as he noticed? As soon as I left Asgard? And why would he even think that just looking in my mind to see where I am is okay? Why not just ask? That's still a mind link thing!

Sensing my anger, he moves away from me, closer to Fenrir, who is watching us with fascination. "How did you get to the darkness?" He asks, his voice still soft.

I look away. "I don't remember." I lie, crossing my arms. I can't believe he would just invade my privacy like that. What if he looked in my mind while I was in the bathroom or something? I grit my teeth as another thought occurs to me, this one relating to what Sigyn had said. What if he does it because I'm not physically here, because he can? Maybe with the other maidens that were here, he couldn't have a mind link with them. They were actually here.

He studies me for a few moments, noting my angry posture. The he speaks. "I believe we need to talk."

I slowly turn to face him, my angry gaze meeting his. "I agree."