"You never did answer my earlier question." Loki comments, now sitting next to me on his bed.

I laugh, my tears from earlier long gone. I feel as if I belong again. "You're right." I had forgotten about that. "You wanted to know how I got out." I look at him to see his response. He nods, so I continue. "To be totally honest... I'm not sure." I close my eyes, thinking back to then. "I was walking along with my right hand on the wall, trying to find a door, lever, anything. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing." I open my eyes and look at him. "I remember sitting down at one point, and a while after I got back up I found a button." I smile. "Actually it's really funny because at the time I was just thinking about what I would do if I found a button. I was really surprised."

After hearing that, Loki's eyes widen. "What?"

"I found a button." I repeat slowly."I was really surprised."

"No, no the other part!" He says urgently, meeting my gaze. "About how before you found the button, you were just thinking about finding one!"

"Yeah.. that was a thing." I say hesitantly. Was there some sort of problem?

He loses his urgent look, moving his gaze away form mine. "I wonder.." He murmurs softly.

"Wonder what?" I ask, now curious. What could be so interesting about a coincidence?

"It's nothing." He says, looking at me. "Only a theory."

I lean forward, propping my head in my hands. "Theories aren't nothing. Besides, haven't you kept enough form me?" I tease.

He mock glares at me. "Trust me, you'll hear this. But only when it's no longer a theory."

I roll my eyes. "Fine. Whatever you say, my king."

He sighs, then switches the topic. "So how did you like the food?"

"At the banquet? It was.. interesting." I respond. "Why are you asking?"

"Because you're usually passed out by now." He comments dryly.

I laugh, sitting up. "Be careful what you say! You could jinx it!"

He raises an eyebrow. "Could I?"

"Yes!" I look around wildly. "I need wood." I reach out to the bedpost and knock on it. "There. All set now." I turn back to Loki, and have to bite my lip to keep form laughing at his bewildered expression. "What is it?" I ask sweetly.

"What in the world are you doing?" He asks, mystified.

I laugh anyways. "Making sure you don't jinx it." I reply, shrugging. "I guess it's just a Midgardian thing."

"It most certainly is." He says, shaking his head. "A strange one at that."

I smile. It makes sense that it would seem strange for him. Just like how all of this is strange for me. Just then, I feel a familiar fuzziness takes over my senses, and the room begins to sway. "Guess it's got to be Midgardian wood." I mumble, just before I pass out.

I wake up in my bed, my head no longer pounding. I sit up and squint at the clock, curious to how long it's been. I almost fall back down in shock. 12:45!? How!? I went to bed at 10! I was in Asgard for what felt like days! I sigh, rubbing my eyes. I'm too tired for this. I lay back down and quickly fall fast asleep.

I wake up to my alarm and mentally groan, throwing my blankets back over myself. I had forgotten about school. Why did I have to be a good student? I sigh and drag myself out of bed, quickly throwing some clothes together for after my shower.

After getting the rest of the way ready (and checking first to make sure Loki wasn't lurking around anywhere), I make my way into the kitchen. Mom is already up, making some scrambled eggs.

"Could I have some of that?" I ask. It smells delicious, making my stomach grumble.

She turns to me. "Of course. There's enough here for both you and your dad."

"Awesome." I know she got up hours ago, so she already ate breakfast. I grab two bowls from the cupboard for my dad and I. The bowls are just in case we have to eat on the way. Just at that moment, my dad wanders into the kitchen, yawning loudly. I smile and hand him a bowl and a fork.

"Good morning." He says, his eyes still sleepy. I bet mine look the same.

"Morning." I reply.

Mom gets done with the eggs, and my dad and I both grab some, eating hungrily. Once we're done, we both put on our winter coats, grab everything we need, and head out the door.

"Want to drive?" My dad asks as we get in the truck.

I shake my head. It's too early. Besides, I wanted to try to go back to Asgard anyways. He starts the truck and we get going. I look out the window, and cast my mind to Asgard.

I wake up in a bed, covers all tucked up nicely around me. I sit up, looking around. Am I in Loki's room again? Why aren't there any books? Wait. This is my room.

I shake my head and get up. This is getting crazy. I need a certain place to wake up at, that way at least something will make sense.

"Are you suggesting that nothing makes sense?"

I nearly jump out of my skin, turning around quickly. Loki. He's reading my mind, again. "Why must you...!" I stop midsentence. There's no one there. I scan the rest of the room. Empty. The door connecting our rooms is firmly shut. "What?"

"Boo." He says, sounding like he's right behind me. I turn around again, but he's not there.

I cross my arms and turn to face the majority of the room. "Alright, where are you?"

"You mean you can't see me?" He asks innocently.

I roll my eyes. "You think I'd be asking that if I could?"

He chuckles, the sound reverberating around the room. "That's true." I hear a snapping sound, and he appears in front of me, smiling smugly.

"So you can turn invisible now?" I ask, my arms still crossed.

"You don't seem very impressed." He replies.

"I don't believe that you can turn invisible, that's all." I answer. "I have done research on you, after all."

He sighs. "You are correct. It was an illusion, one where you could hear me, but not see me."

"Why does this even matter?" I ask, starting to get bored.

"Because." He says, stepping closer to me. "It's magic. And magic is what we need to talk about."

I drop my arms to my sides, now interested. Magic? Does this have to do with his theory? The one he refused to mention until it was more concrete? "And what is it you have to say about this magic?" I ask, curious.

He smiles. "You have it."

I stare at him in shock. "You're joking." I say. "I'm a Midgardian, I can't possibly have magic. Not to mention this has never been even a slight possibility before!"

"It is possible." He replies, his eyes shining. "I know it."

I am silent, considering what he is saying. "But how?" I finally ask.

He frowns. "I am not entirely sure." He offers me his hand. "But for that, we need to talk to my mother."