The room was dark—too dark. I couldn't tell where I was. Everything was uncertain, hidden behind that blurry haze that came with dreams. Maybe the location was irrelevant to the purpose of the dream. In any case, I was sitting something—again, couldn't tell what. I was relaxed. I wasn't worried about anything, wasn't in any pain, wasn't at all bothered by anything. I wasn't quite happy but I wasn't doing terrible either. I was at that ever-so-comfortable equilibrium. Suddenly, I heard a loud crash. My body dream-body flung up from whatever it was relaxing on. I looked around trying to find what had made the noise. My previous comport vanished. Every bone in my dream-body was alert and stiff. Fear rattled my insides; shook them around like a baby's abusive father.
I was waiting—my muscles getting more and more tense ever second that passed waiting for the attacker.
Attacker?
Was I being attacked?
By who?
Why?
How?
Where were they?
Much like the location, time was irrelevant to this dream. I could have been waiting for seconds, I could have been waiting for hours, it didn't matter. All that I knew was that I wasn't safe. I tried to get up and move but dream concrete shackles held me down right where I was. I wasn't breathing, either out of fear of making noise, or it also held no significance. A shudder went down my spine—the coldest, most deadly shudder ever possible.
I fainted and saw one last thing before my dream-eyes closed.
Loki. Loki with his dark smirking face.
"Wake up Darcy."
I immediately shot up-my eyes wide with fear. I looked around and there was Loki, his hand gently on my arm. I instinctually pulled away. He gave me a questioning look. I analyzed him. My eyes traced his stature over and over until his intentions had been cleared. I shook away my caution and tried to figure out where I was and what was going on.
"It's time to go." Loki smiled.
Oh right. Asgard to Midgard. Time to go….
For some reason it was extremely difficult to pick up things around me. It was as if my mind couldn't define reality and dreams. Was I in a dream? Was it real? Was my so called "dream" actually reality and this whole spiel with Loki in Asgard a dream? That would make me innocent…..
We got up and I half expected to walk. He didn't warn me, though, when he decided to teleport. My unawareness grew while adding queasiness. We wound up on a platform in the center of a courtyard. I began to be worried, because Loki hadn't tried to hide himself. Luckily, no one else was there—no one but Thor. Thor's face immediately filled with shock as the sight of his brother filled his ocean-blue eyes.
"Brother! He exclaimed. Then he looked at me, just as shocked that I was with him. He wasn't sure if I was a victim or his accomplice. Thor, I don't think, believed the latter option. Honestly, I think in any other case two months ago, I wouldn't have believed it either.
Despite Thor's normally quick-responses, Loki pulled himself and me toward Thor, not wasting any time. Another shot of dizziness and confusion pulsed through. One day I'd get used to it.
There we were. The three of us. Bewildered Thor, plotting Loki, and very dazed and confused me. All of us, standing there in the somehow-familiar desert patch somewhere in New Mexico.
Author's Note: Hello! As I promised: ASAP! I'm sorry it's so short again. To be honest I have to figure what exactly is going to happen while they're on Earth (if you have any ideas, you should totally share). But thanks so much guys for sticking with me this entire time! You guys are the BOMB (I know that's a very outdated compliment) Please review!