Author's Note: GUYS! Please forgive me! I am almost in tears because I have neglected this for so long I have like six lives and Fanfiction was temporarily put on hold (stupid school and Theatre, and friends…..just kidding I love school Theater and friends but I missed fanfiction) but yeah! For those of you still with me THANK YOU! I PROMISE I will update more often now that I have a hold of things now. But yes! Here is the long awaited chapter 21!

It took Fandral a second to answer.

Don't tell me he's got his own little secret place too….

" I have this place," –Of course you do!—"it is where I go to calm myself."

"Oh, well, actually…." I paused trying to think of a reason to not go on this little Asgard Adventure. "I actually have…some work to do."

It wasn't exactly a lie. Whatever "work" I had to do could wait 'til whenever. It was the only excuse I could think of.

But of course, the man in tights wouldn't go down without an argument. "Please, it is quite important."

I wanted to grunt in frustration but I had to be nice—considering the fact that he had saved me from being lost oh, so many times. "Can't we just stay here and talk about it?"

Fandral pondered the idea, "I suppose we could. You're sure your friend won't come barging in?"

If there was one thing I noticed, it was that everyone wanted to talk to me without Jane around. This seemed a little bit suspicious. Suspicious of what? I had yet to figure that out. "Yeah, Pretty sure. She's off socializing and what not," I pretended to laugh, "Jane: The Social Butterfly!"

Fandral, apparently, didn't find this very funny. He just stared at me confused and a bit disgusted. I nodded, embarrassed, "Ok…."

And were those few—but everlasting—seconds of that awkward transition….

"So, uh do you,uh—couch?" I gestured over to the sofa.

"Of course. " He nodded and sat down. I sat down next to him.

There were those moments again…..

"So Darcy, I came to tell you something—a confession."

Ghosts tickled my spine. This was one of those moments where I could expect everything and even that would be wrong. I knew I either knew what he was going to say and was denying it, or didn't know at all. I didn't respond in any way, just kind of…stared.

He noticed my nervous reaction and hesitated his next words. "I did it."

Do Asgardians think I can read minds or something?

"Did what?" I asked

He brought his voice to a barely noticeable whisper, "I killed Odin."

I immediately became suspicious. There was no way he did it becau—

Darcy!

What? I didn't say anything.

You were about to.

Uh, no…

You were thinking it.

Who but you would know that I was thinking it?

Don't worry about it. Just don't say anything. Act confused.

Well you're distracting me. Let me practice my lying skills. Go away.

"Wuh-what?" I leaned in closer, "Why would you tell me that? I have to tell someone! You have to turn yourself in!"

"Hush! Someone might hear you!"

"They should hear me! You caused all this pain! You started something that will end in eternal sorrow! Who will ever forget the death of the great All-Father that Is Odin? No one! You deserve to rot in—" My words were tied in my chest. I was taking this out on him, every emotion I felt about the crime I had committed. I did deserve to rot in Hell. The guilt crashed down on me for the billionth time. Thousands of people would always mourn for the All-Father's Death. I, a measly mortal, managed to strike fear and eternal suffering into the hearts of the innocent. Tears attacked my face. I put my hands over my eyes and fell over onto Fandral's shoulder.

"If I knew you cared this much about the All-Father….." Fandral mumbled confused.

I muffled something in my hands and his shoulder that even I didn't understand.

I wanted this regret to go away—the only way that I knew to make it go away was to Tell the truth—admit to what I had done, and suffer the consequences. Every bone in my body was screaming to tell him. I couldn't lift this weight alone and Loki wasn't helping me. He promised he would—but he hadn't, not in the least. He left me by myself with this weight of murder. Had he no heart? My heart was not yet callused like his. I still felt the wounds. I still felt the pain. I still felt…human.

After god knows how long of sobbing I finally asked the question. Of course this question was more aimed at myself but I just used Fandral as a dummy. "Why did you kill him? My voice cracked at nearly every word.

This obviously challenged him. He had to make up the reason, because, well, he made up that he did it in the first place.

"Odin was…..Odin's time was done. His power and wisdom was growing old as was he. He was not the man he started out as. It was his time to go."

"But was it? He had plans, to wake up the next day, to see his lovely wife, Frigga, to greet his sons. To rule, to defend, to teach. You denied him his rights of life. You took away his right to think, to love, to care, to stand up, to breath, to share, to do anything! How is that OK?"

"You mortals have an exquisite sense of responsibility for others…." Fandral seemed to adore this trait.

It disgusted me that he found it so "exquisite."

Then it hit me. He knew I didn't care about Odin, there had to be some deeper reason (in his mind) that I felt so distraught that he died. I never cared for him before his death. So something had to have changed at the moment he was murdered. So I had to know something. He knew I knew something—but I don't think he knew the full extent of it.

Author's Note: Like? Yes? No? No, it-was-horribly-disgusting-never-write-again? I'M SORRY IT HAS BEEN SO LONG! And I should let you guys know that the more you see Darcy tying these clues together the closer she gets to unfolding Loki's evil maniacal plans ):) So yes, we are getting close to the end. And though the mystery of "who murdered Odin?" is no REAL mystery, there will be a …TWIST that you would never expect ):) Look at me! So evil! (Oh and you can try and guess what happens in the next few chapters if you'd like…and honestly if you guessed right I'd have to give you a bajillion cool points.