I open my eyes to find myself lying on the floor of my room in Midgard. "Oww." I groan. My body aches all over. I sit up. I must have fallen to the ground after casting myself to Asgard. I was in such a rush, I don't remember even being aware of anything going on here.

I check my watch. 6:00! My mouth hangs open in shock. It's been three hours! I quickly shake my head and get up, all of my muscles protesting, probably from both the fall and what happened in Asgard. After running a brush through my hair to make it look semi-decent, I make my way out to the kitchen, where both my parents are waiting at the table.

I smile at them. "Hello."

My mom shakes her head. "Glad you decided to finally join us."

I scan the assortment of food on the table, my mouth nearly watering at the sight. I'm suddenly starving. I notice both of my parents have food piled on their plates, but none of it has been touched. Pieces of what happened start to come to me. They probably called me for dinner, and I was so immersed in Asgard that I didn't hear them. I wonder how long it's been. Not long enough for them to check on me, that's for certain. I sit down, trying to hide how strained my muscles feel. I quickly load up my plate. "I'm sorry I was really focused on something." I tell them.

They both start eating, so I do too. "I hope you got all your homework done." My dad casually comments.

I look up at meet his gaze, blood draining from my face. Homework. Right. That was a thing. Did I do it? I don't remember. Forcing the panic out of my voice, I ask what he's waiting for me to say: "Why do you say that?"

He smiles. "Because that movie you wanted to see is in town."

I grin, faking excitement as my mind races. Movie? What movie? "That's awesome!" I say. What is wrong with my memory? I still can't think of the movie. As much as I hate to turn out watching an awesome movie with my dad, I think something is seriously wrong.

I sigh, letting my grin slip. Because I really do have homework. A lot of it, in fact. That I had planned on doing before dinner. Whoops. "I'm sorry, Dad, I can't." I tell him. "I still have a lot to do."

He loses his smile, looking confused instead. "You have that much homework?"

My mom rolls her eyes. "I know what happened."

My dad and I both quickly look at her. My pulse starts thrumming in my ears, but I force my panic down. Even if she did check on me, all she would have seen was me asleep on the floor. Which is pretty alarming in itself, unless you're me and have done it ever since you were little.

She smiles. "You were reading, and got so engrossed in the book you ignored your homework."

I close my eyes. Of course she'd think that's what happened. I've done that before, plenty of times. She's fine with it, as long as I am able to finish my homework on time and get enough sleep... but with my dad it's a bit of a different story. I open my eyes and look over at him.

He sighs, meeting my gaze, disappointment in his eyes. "Is this what happened?"

I bite my lip. It's better than telling him the truth. I quickly nod.

He shakes his head. "When we're done eating, bring your book out here."

"I will." I tell him, relief coursing through my veins. Not too many questions, and enough time to do my homework. It's almost too perfect.

As soon as we're done eating, I place my dishes in the dishwasher and practically race to my bedroom, grabbing a random book and marking a random spot in it. I run back to the living room, where my dad is sitting, quite ironically, reading a book. "Here you go." I hand it to him.

He sets it down next to him. "Alright, go do your homework."

I nod and race back to my bedroom. I have so much Chemistry to do.

11:59 pm, later that night.

I groan, slumped over my homework. It's finally done, and I am exhausted. I shove my homework in my bag and flop onto my bed. Within minutes, I have fallen fast asleep.

I don't travel to Asgard, I am so tired. Instead, I am woken up by my alarm. I roll over and turn it off.

I lie in bed for a few minutes, debating if it's really worth it to eat breakfast or not. If I don't, I could get more sleep. If I do, I won't be starving halfway to lunch. I sigh and get up. As tired as I am, I know that not eating is the worse option. It will only make me more tired.

I make my way into the kitchen and grab a bowl of cereal. I sit at the table, eating silently. I'm not fully awake yet. A few minutes later, my dad ambles into the kitchen. He sees my tired expression, quickly connecting the dots.

"It's a good thing we didn't go to the movie."

I slowly shaking my head. "Yeah it's good."

"Was the book worth it?" He asks, sounding curious.

I yawn, trying to remember what the book I gave him was. I have no clue. Hopefully it's a good one. "It's almost always worth it." I respond, smiling shyly. "Unless there's a test the next day."

He smiles too. "I'll have to read it when you're done then."

"Go for it." I go back to eating my cereal. My dad gets some cereal himself and starts eating.

When we're both done, we both head out to the car, after I double check that I have my homework. I've done that before, worked really hard on it and then left it at home. I won't let it happen again.

My dad decides to drive, seeing as how tired I am. Grateful, I get in the passenger side, already deciding to try to cast my mind to Asgard. As soon as we pull out of the driveway, I cast my mind out to Asgard.

I wake up lying on one of the padded tables in the Healing Room, covered in a light sheet. One of the Healers must have put it there. I quickly sit up, unthinkingly moving my legs so that I'm sitting down crisscross applesauce. Then I remember: my legs had been asleep!

I stare at them in amazement. How did I regain that energy? Was it because I went back to Midgard? I shake my head. I've had enough questions; it's time I started answering some. I bet that was it. I smile, feeling foolish. I'll just ask Loki when he wakes up. My mind threatens, whispers if.. but I ignore it.

I look around. Dessa is on the table next to me, still knocked out cold. We're in bit of a back corner of the Healing Room, the real activity seems to be towards the middle, where a bunch of Healers are gathered around a table. My interest piques at that. Could that be Loki or Frigga? I get off the table, quickly check on Dessa - she's completely out, but her breathing seems normal - and walk as fast as a can without running over to the table where all the Healers are gathered.

I make it halfway through the crowd before someone grabs my arm, stopping me. I sigh and turn towards the person, expecting it to be some random healer. Once I see who it is, my eyes widen. It's Odin. He looks haggard and weary, his age showing through. He also looks pissed.

I quickly snap out of my shocked state, bowing as best as I can. "My king" My voice is still a rasp. So I'm not completely recovered after all. His eye doesn't waver, pinning me with a hard stare. It's really unnerving actually, it's like he can see right through me. What I can do, where I'm from, all of it. I gulp nervously. "Is there something you need?" I manage to ask.

He doesn't answer, instead yanking on my arm and pulling me the rest of the way through the crowd. I fight to keep from wincing - his grip is strong! The crowd parts easily for us as they make way for their king. The table appears, and on it, lies Frigga. The king releases me, quickly walking over to her side. I follow silently, my mind spinning. Why isn't Frigga awake yet? The king clearly has been trying to revive her, with him being so tired and all.

She still seems the same as I last saw her. Hesitantly, after glancing quickly over at Odin, I place my hand on her forehead. A little warm, but basically normal temperature. I check her pulse: also normal. I take my hand back, puzzled. "Why is she still like this?"

Odin turns to me, that dark rage still towering over him. "Why don't you tell me?"

I stare at him in shock. Does he think I have something to do with her condition? I look over at her, a sinking feeling in my stomach. I really hope not.

I shake my head. "I don't know; I don't really know what happened."

"Tell me what you do know." He didn't ask, he commanded; his voice still laced with rage.

I bite my lip. "It was all super fast." I begin. "Frigga came to grab Dessa, Loki, and I because Loki was completely drained of magic... and then we were all holding hands and doing this thing called group teleporting..." I stop, realizing that Odin looks even more angry.

"So this is all Loki's fault." His tone has changed. Instead of pure cold rage, it's now bitter and calm. Somehow, it's even scarier.

"No!" I object automatically, then quickly cover my mouth, my eyes wide. I glance around. All the Healers are now watching us curiously. I can't tell him what really went on. If he finds out I can Describe... I shudder to think of what could happen.

Odin narrows his eyes, studying me carefully. "It's not, is it? Then whose is it?"

I slowly lower my hands. Then I take a deep breath, steadying myself. "It's mine. Loki drained his magic protecting me, because I did something stupid."

"What did you do?"

I sigh, closing my eyes. I don't want to see his reaction. "I teleported."

Two seconds later, I'm in freefall. I barely heard the thud of Gungnir before a trap door opened up below me.

"You're going to the dungeons." Odin says in my mind, before I am forced to pass out.