Hi All! Couple of things about MY Asgard: They are only referred to as royalty on Asgard, not gods, and they all have servants of their own. I got this from the Myths but it's kind of true. Enjoy!

Oh I own nothing but Dea is not my second OC as Maer is also my own creation. Say her name: MAY AIR spelled Maer. Enjoy!

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Dea followed patiently at first behind Maer, who aside from the occasional smile didn't seem inclined to speak. There were many distractions along the way, gilded halls, towering statues, architecture that was out of this world…literally. Still, Dea couldn't help but to notice the way her legs were beginning to ache and the way her head was starting to pound. They had been walking for at least fifteen minutes and there seemed to be no end in sight. The castle just loomed on in front of her.

"So" Dea ventured, "how do you pronounce your name?"

Silvery blonde locks gave a little shake as Maer glanced over her shoulder.

"It is pronounced May Aer my lady," another small smile shot to Dea over the side of her shoulder and Maer resumed her forward march routine.

If I was 5'10 in flats I'd be speed walking too…

Dea tried to squash her grumpy thoughts, but there was no denying that Maer was gorgeous. Long legs were just one of those things that were one every girl's wish list and Dea was no exception. Even though she couldn't actually see anything because of Maer's long dress, if their height difference was any indication then Dea was going to look like a shrimp next to the other Asgardians.

Speaking of which… where the hell is everybody? And where the hell are we?

"Maer, I've never been here before," obviously, "and I was just wondering what is the layout of the castle? Like, where are we going exactly?"

And oh my god, are we there yet?

"We are going to the East wing of the Palace of King Odin. We have come from the throne room and for the enjoyment of his guests, of which there are many, our King has situated these fine rooms farther away from the throne room."

The enjoyment of his guests? He's trying to walk me to death.

No matter how Dea tried she would never be athletically inclined.

"These rooms are farther from the throne room?"

"They are the farthest rooms from the throne room in fact; it is done so that all guests of royalty which come to Asgard may bask in blissful peace if they so wish it. Not all who come here are accustomed to the schedule of the Aesir."

Aesir, meaning the different Gods and Godesses that inhabit Asgard. Thank you Google

Dea smiled to herself before she continued the conversation.

"Have you always worked here?"

For the first time Maer shot her a look other than a smile. Her face over her shoulder seemed to look confused and almost unsure. To her credit though she didn't stop walking or even slow down.

"I am not of Asgard. I was born in the realm of Alfheim."

Dea wasn't sure what any of that actually meant or what Alfheim was so she just tried to make herself sound informed.

"Nice. Do you like it here?"

Maer smiled at her and actually slowed down so that they could walk together.

Good sign, smiling and slowing down… maybe I can actually make it to wherever we're going without dropping dead.

"My realm is one of light and beauty. Asgard holds much beauty and I feel I may flourish here. It is an honor to serve her majesty. Frigga who knows and sees all, in her abundant wisdom she could have chosen anyone to be her maiden, but it was I who was chosen. I was young for such a task, hand selected by Frigga when I had only 1100 moons past."

Dea's eyebrows shot up into her hair line as she openly gaped at the young girl.

Maer looked at her with a face of clear admiration and unabashed joy. Dea felt kind of funny not at least returning her smile.

"Then you only work for Frigga?"

"Such a task is not work at all, but a dream which fills my heart to the brim with content."

Clearly drinking the koolaid…

"Of course," Dea said with fake enthusiasm to match Maer's "but Frigga told you to go to the kitchen when you're done."

Another cheerful smile, another nod of the head.

"Yes that is correct."

Okay I'll bite.

"Are you a cook also?"

Maer released a light silvery pearl of laughter.

"As the Queen's maid I am responsible for many things but not for cooking for all of Asgard. I fear even I lack talent such as that. It is my eternal sacred duty to ensure that everything is to my Mistresses liking."

Eternal?

Maer continued.

"I am therefore bound to uphold my duty to my Queen and make sure that certain tasks are completed. Such as managing others who have not been so fortunate as I."

Dea was intrigued. So then there were other servants in the castle? Who were the others? Dea was picturing something like the house elves from Harry Potter but she had a feeling that wasn't it. Dea opened her mouth to ask about it when suddenly and without preamble Maer stopped dead in her tracks.

Dea looked at her expectantly waiting for an explanation.

"We have arrived," announced Maer in a sweeping voice.

Dea looked around and her jaw almost hit the floor. In front of her stood a long line of rooms. It looked as if she had just stepped off of an elevator onto the fifth floor of a hotel. Rooms were everywhere; very far at the end of the corridor, almost out of Dea's line of sight, she could see what looked like the entrance to another hallway, where undoubtedly more rooms waited.

"Which one is mine?"

"Whichever one you'd like Lady Amedea."

"Maer, you can call me Amedea, it's really okay."

"Of course my lady," Maer bowed to her in way of an apology.

Oh boy…

"Okay," Dea said to the crown of Maer's head as she waited for her to stand, "how many rooms are there?"

"Precisely 5,097."

Of course there are…

"I choose room number one," said Dea cringing at the idea of walking to or being placed in room 5,097.

"Is that this room right here?" Dea point to the door closest to her.

Maer appeared puzzled for a moment.

"I am afraid the rooms are not numbered. If you'd like I may have one of the servants paint your door however it most pleases you-

"No, that won't be necessary. I pick that room."

The door to the room Dea had chosen was monstrously tall. Dea raised her head to properly survey the door and she realized that an elephant could have easily walked through without bumping its head.

Of course the door was nothing compared to the room.

Maer opened the door for Dea by placing an old fashioned iron wrought key into a tiny lock surrounded by carvings of vines and leaves.

The door opened and for at least fifteen seconds she just gaped. The room itself was bigger than the whole first floor of her house.

Swatches of deep red and rich gold's surrounded her. The walls themselves were dark and deep, blood red. They were adorned with golden leaves and vines which snaked all around the room. To her left there were couches, black leather chairs and a complete sitting room. The floor beneath Dea's feet felt cold and smooth and as she looked down she almost wasn't surprised to see the gleaming black marble staring up at her. As Dea walked further into the room she was bathed in light streaming through large French windows; they extended from the ceiling to the floor and Dea suspected they led out to a balcony. Next to the bed was doorway which led into another compartment.

Dea looked questioningly at Maer who smiled sweetly before speaking.

"This doorway leads to your bathing chambers."

In contrast to the rest of the room, the door which led to her bathroom was very plain. A lush, shaded mahogany wood with a golden handle. The doorway however, was completely different. Framing the wooden door was an entrance made entirely out of pure gold. Dea idly wondered how it was even possible to make a solid gold doorway, but she couldn't argue with the beauty of it. Framing the entrance to the bathroom were gold tiles with pictures on them. . They were all engraved with the faces of different Asgardian Gods. She realized fairly fast that it was Loki's family. She ran her hand over the golden tile with Loki's face on it.

I wonder where he is now…

Dea cast one more glance around the bedroom before walking into the bathroom.

The first thing she noticed was that it was not a conventional mortal bathroom. There was no shower; there was large tub in the bathroom that could have doubled as a small pool. The room was slightly more medieval than the bedroom with less gold and more stone and firelight. There was still a solid marble vanity with golden chairs and bottles made of what appeared to be ivory. The bathtub was empty and Dea briefly wondered how she was supposed to fill it. It was square in shape and seemed to be made out of stone. From where she was standing it looked as though she could fit a dozen Thor's in there.

"My lady, does this room please you?"

Maer was standing behind Amedea, patiently waiting with her hands folded.

I want to die so I can be buried here…

Not wanting to seem desperate or easily excited Dea turned around and answered in a nonchalant matter of fact tone.

"It'll Do."

This prompted a bow from Maer who began immediately to fire off instructions.

"My Lady you are welcome to rest, you shall not be disturbed. Dinner will be served in the evening and I shall send an attendant to help you dress. Should you require anything else you may use the servant's bell to summon someone. There are fresh clothes are in the Wardrobe if you'd like to change before bed."

Maer smiled warmly at Dea and she wished she knew if she was supposed to tip or not.

Tip her with what? She just gave me a room with gold walls…I'd have to give her loose diamonds just to break even…

One question of importance did pop into her head.

"Maer, where is Loki's room?"

"Prince Loki," Maer correct with a bit of bite to her voice, "and the rest of the royal family, reside in the Northern end of the castle."

"Let me rephrase that, how far is Lo-the prince's room," Dea smiled sweetly, "from my own?"

"Forgive me my lady I am forbidden to give out exact details as to the whereabouts of the Prince's chambers. I can tell you though that from here it would take me much time if I were to walk."

The way Maer said the word's if I were to walk seemed to suggest that she had alternate means of transportation. Hoping against hope that there was some kind of Asgardian shuttle bus Dea questioned her.

"Is there another way of transporting yourself there without walking?"

"Oh yes my lady," Maer nodded eagerly, "as a servant I may appear at any place I am needed within the castle by merely thinking of it."

Lucky bitch…

"Is there a way to contact the prince?"

"My lady may give me a message to deliver to his highness."

"Would you tell him Dea would like to speak with him?"

"Of course my lady," and Maer bowed again.

"Does my lady require anything else?"

Dea shook her head, realizing that as soon as Maer left she'd think of something to ask.

"Then I wish you a blessed rest and hope to see you soon. May you enjoy your stay in Asgard."

Maer bowed once more to Dea and this time it was much deeper than all of her other bows combined.

Maer began walking to the door and Dea could see that she was about to walk right into it. She went to call out but by then Maer had vanished into thin air.

Well that's just creepy…

Dea felt the heavy weight of exhaustion pressing down on her. She hadn't slept yet and just hours ago she was watching Thor and Loki duke it out in her bedroom. She estimated that it had to be at least 4am on Earth. Her head was banging and her body felt weary from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair.

No bed had ever looked sweeter to Dea but this bed would look good to anyone.

Carved out of rich mahogany and roughly the size of a truck, the bed was meant to be the focal point of the room. Four wooden posts extended high into the air. Dea's head followed the posts all the way up until she was staring at the ceiling. How she had failed to notice that the ceiling was made of solid gold, she didn't know, but there it was. Gleaming at her. Crown molding was set around the ceiling, all inlayed gold, and the leaf design was continued all around the room. Golden vines that covered the wall, delicate thin pieces of gold, almost like filigree which looped around the room and tied into the ceiling.

"Wow."

There were intricate carvings on the post of the bed but Dea was more focused on the actual bed. The bedding was all gold, with red embroidery. It was too pretty to actually sleep on but lovely to look at. Dea ran a hand over one of the pillows and she could feel that the cream colored sheets were silk. The bed had a canopy top and red gossamer curtains circled the bed to keep out the light.

"So Beautiful."

Dea heard a light laugh from behind her and nearly fell over turning around.

"The room is to your liking then?"

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Special thanks to all me reviewers: LadyLor, WarriorDragonElf54, Grey Vipointe, Poodle Warriors, GAAAA, Marana1, DMMD, Candy Flaps, Kneels4Loki and Nerys.

Nerys: Thanks! I hate when people have like six or seven chapters with the main characters apart, it just kills me inside! I'm glad you said it was a surprise about Dea ending up in Asgard because I didn't know what everyone expected.

Candy Flaps: No smutty sex in this one but I have a feeling Loki's going to talk her into it…with his very naked Loki body.

DMMD: This is kind of a long filler chapter but I thought 2,000 words was enough! Besides apparently I have this weird addiction to cliff hangers. ::evil cackle::

Poodle Warriors: I almost didn't put that in! It is so much writing those two, thank you!

Grey Vipointe: Thanks for the balloons hun!

LadyLor: Thank you! I don't intend to, I've missed this story so much!