"What is your game, woman?" Odin demanded, roughly tossing Maisy into one of the chairs in his study. He glared down at her and she felt incredibly small.

"What do you mean?"

"You have come to Asgard with a purpose."

"Actually, I was brought to Asgard-"

"Do not interrupt your king!" He roared, "I grow weary of your deceit, Midgardian. Tell me what you want of my realm."

"I don't want anything! In fact, I'd really like to go home!"

Although, that wasn't entirely true at the moment. Her dad was probably still furious and she was a month behind in school. But eventually she wanted to be able to leave this shiny realm behind her. She knew as well as anyone that humans did not belong here. Not because of the environment or terrain, but because the Asgardians treated humans so poorly.

"More falsehoods. It is no wonder you and my son get along so well, you are both lying snakes."

"What are you talking about? What did I lie about?"

"I know that you are no ordinary Midgardian. Someone sent you here. Who was it? Nicholas Fury? Anthony Stark? The foul Hydra?"

"Hydra?" Maisy blinked, "Aren't they, like, Nazi's or something? Didn't Captain America end them?"

"Who was it?! Who sent you to spy on us?!"

"No one! Ask Thor when he gets back! He's the one who brought me here!"

"I do not believe you," Odin calmed down a bit and sat across from her, "I believe that someone on Midgard sent you to be the representative of that realm, but they knew to send you early so you would have an advantage."

"An advantage for what?"

Odin ignored her question and began sorting through letters on his desk. He collected four written notes and clutched them tightly in his hand, wrinkling the pages.

"Muspelheim, Alfheim, and," He growled, "Svartalvheim. Their letters have trickled in ever since you arrived. And today even a small planet called Krylor in the Andromeda Galaxy! They all demand the same thing and I do not doubt that more letters will follow them."

"What do they want? What's this have to do with me?"

"As if you didn't know," Odin scoffed and shoved the letters at her, "Take these back to your husband and he will explain it to you. Get out of my sight."

Maisy tucked the letters in her pocket and dashed out the door. She barely noticed Linn standing nearby as she sprinted to her and Loki's room. She hoped he would be there so that she could figure out why Odin was suddenly so mad at her. However, upon arriving at her living quarters she could not find him. She decided to go to the laundry room to see if he'd gone to work, but when she got there he was, again, absent.

"Are you looking for your green prince?" Madame Veru hobbled over to her and shoved a red dress into her hands, "He never showed up today. If it happens again I will tell the head laundress to send him back to kitchen duty."

"Why do you keep giving me red clothes?" Maisy asked, momentarily distracted, "Are you trying to make Loki mad?"

"It is not wise to poke a bear," Veru said, "But it is funny."

"So you're doing it because you think it's a good laugh?"

"And because you do not belong with him. The sooner the two of you realize that the sooner we can get rid of a filthy Midgardian. Before you ask, I will not stop making your clothing in red. The color works better with your complexion."

"Then please," Maisy lifted her chin, "Stop making me clothing."

"What?!"

"Your designs are lovely, and I admire them, but I think I will make my own clothes from now on."

"Ungrateful little girl!" Veru spat at Maisy, "Do not come back to the laundry room again. Loki may return, but if I see you here again I will lodge a complaint with the Allfather. And I think you are already on shaky ground with him!"

"Fine!" Maisy spun around and headed back to the lift. She was disappointed that she wouldn't be able to spend her days with Linn anymore, but she certainly didn't need more trouble with Odin… or anyone in the palace for that matter.

She stormed back to her room and spread the letters out on the table. Intending to read them, she stared at them for a few minutes before realizing they were all written in different languages that she didn't understand. Frustrated at this, she collected the letters and put them on Loki's desk. Then she ripped down the dark green curtains, which had only recently been restored to their rightful place, and got out the sewing device that Loki had swiped for her.

It was a handy little machine. It kind of reminded her of a mouse for a computer, but where you might put batteries in, you put in a spool of thread instead. There was needle to loop the thread through and then you basically just moved it wherever you needed stitches and somehow it sewed. If she'd had this at school she could have finished her projects much faster and probably have gotten better grades.

As she snipped away with scissors and sewed the pieces together, she didn't hear the door open or see Linn come in. The other girl tapped Maisy on the shoulder, startling her into making a bigger cut than she had intended.

"Gah! Oh, Linn!" Maisy took a deep breath, "Don't sneak up on me like that."

"Sorry Maisy," Linn sat down, "Whatcha doing?"

"Making a dress," Maisy surveyed the damage, "I guess the sleeves are going to be short instead of full length."

"Whoopsie. I am terrible sorry bout dat."

"It's alright, it will probably work better with the overall design anyway," Maisy put down her scissors, "What brings you here?"

"Just wanted to make sure you was alright after the king yelled at you. You alright?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Maisy replied enthusiastically and then drooped, "Not really. He yelled at me for something I didn't do. Then he shoved some letters at me that I don't understand. And now I can't find Loki anywhere! Oh, and on top of that, I'm banished from the laundry room."

"Well," Linn gave Maisy a hug, "That sucks."

"No kidding."

"But I fink I can solve one of your problems. I saw the guards drag him off. Musta taken him to the dungeon."

"Loki?"

"Yeah, he was mad at the king for taken ya away."

"Oh great!" Maisy groaned, "He'll probably be stuck there until Thor comes back! Then I won't be able to find out what those stupid letters say for two weeks!"

"What stupid letters?"

Maisy stood up and grabbed them from the desk. She handed them over to her friend.

"Odin says that they are from three different realms and some planet called Krypton or something. He was angry about them but he didn't tell me why."

"You mean Krylor," Linn held up one of the letters, "That's where me dad is from. Krylorians, ya know?"

"Really?"

"Yeah," Linn snickered, "I fink Krypton in where Superman is from. Me mum left behind some Superman comic books."

"Oh," Maisy smiled slightly, "Do you think you can read what that one says?"

"Nah, me dad never taught me the language," Linn looked the letter over, "But I could go into town tonight and see if dad will read it. He can tell me what it means and I can tell you."

"Would you? That'd be awesome! Thank you so much!"

"No problem," Linn flipped through the other three papers, "I dunno about these other ones. Ooh, this one has shiny ink!"

It was black piece of paper with silver writing on it and it looked like something out of a witch's lair. Maisy liked the aesthetic though.

"The guards have stopped following me around," She said, looking at the paper, "Do you think I could sneak down to the dungeon and get Loki to take a look at them?"

"I wouldn't risk dat," Linn warned, "If they catch you in the dungeon they might not letcha back out again."

"Good point. I guess we'll just have to see what the Krylorian one says and wait on the rest. Maybe once Fandral gets back we can ask him… but Odin might not like that. Odin probably doesn't want word of whatever this is getting around too much."

"I'll take it to me dad tonight and sneak up here to let you know what's up."

"Sounds good."

"And I'll see if any of the guards are talking bout Loki."

"Thanks!"

Maisy watched her young friend go and got back to her sewing. She hoped that Odin would let Loki out soon. Being alone in the palace was even more frightening than being married to a murderer. Every time she heard someone walk past in the hallway she jumped. It caused her to have to rip out several seams and eventually she just locked the door. The locked door didn't stop her from grabbing a dagger she'd seen stashed in Loki's wardrobe and picking it up every time she heard footsteps. It was going to be a long night.