There, in a flash of light and sound, the four men found themselves atop a long, strong bridge made of different colors. Cerise and turquoise and evergreen all strung together like a board walk. The sky shimmered with endless stars and the air smelled of fresh lavender. At the very end of the bridge, there was a huge structure that blazed from the ground and towards the skies, as if becoming a beacon for all who traveled there.

"Friend Luke," Thor said with his loud voice, "Welcome to the Bifrost, and to the realm eternal, Asgard."

Luke's eyes widened as they all walked further. Luke beheld the golden city, its gates opened as if by magic. Luke had never seen a place so magnificent, not even in his own dreams. There were buildings that reached towards the sky, small bridges that looked like they could hold rhinos, and the smell of fresh bread was everywhere. Luke must have looked like a child at an amusement park.

Volstagg turned to Fandral. "This…boy, is Loki?" He asked, his hands never leaving his side. This was the person Loki had become after his cowardly end?

"Aye, he is like an infant. Smiling at the smallest of stupidities as if they were wonders."

Hogun scoffed. "It matters not. We have him and he shall once again take this burden of order off the shoulders of the good people." Hogun scowled. "We shall make sure of it. Right Thor?"

With a heavy heart Thor nodded. "Aye."

The palace was large…no, that was an understatement. Thor's home made the Avenger's place look like Luke's old apartment (his heart sank a little when he thought of it). The hallways went on for miles, and every wall had a picture of some regal looking maiden or guy with a sword or a staff. Maybe he could find Thor's brother if he looked hard enough.

"Thor, you live here?" Luke asked.

"Yes. I have called this palace my home for many years. I and my bro…" Thor stopped. He shook his head, "It matters not." His eyes sunk down to the carpet, he couldn't even look up any longer. Not at the hallways he and his brother used to explore when they were children. Not at the paintings he and his brother used to laugh at as they walked down to breakfast. Thor stopped in front of a closed door, and with his large hand he turned it. "Friend Luke, here are your quarters. I shall send a healer to tend to your wounds." Thor smiled…or at least he tried to.

"The warriors three shall keep you company until I return." And with that, Thor turned, his red cape catching the breeze, and disappeared from Luke's sight.

Luke couldn't help but notice, every time Thor talked to him, he seemed as if he would melt onto the floor, as if there was some weight he couldn't bear any longer.

Luke turned to the open door and the room inside.

"You guys wanna join me?" Luke asked to the warriors three without so much as looking.

"We should not." Volstagg said. "We must return to our training-"

"Training?" Luke's face lit up. "You mean like sword training?"

Volstagg took a step back, this boy's enthusiasm startled him. He had never seen Loki smile so honestly before.

"Aye. We train every day to be ready for glorious battle."

"Can I watch?"

Fandral raised his eyebrow. "Watch us train?"

Luke nodded his head. "Yeah. It'd be nice…I mean if you guys don't mind." Luke looked around in wonder. "This place is just so beautiful." Luke smiled.

"Uh…well…we"

Hogun stepped forward. "No. You shall remain here until the healer comes and await further orders from Thor." The man's eyes looked as stern as bitter coffee.

Luke sighed. "Alright." He turned back to the room. "I'll see you guys later then alright?" He smiled and watched as the Warriors Three, much like Thor, disappeared out of his sight.

The room was so dark…so quiet. It was almost worse than the hospital room Luke had to stay in. The walls were lined with shelves of books, and parchment paper. The bed sheets were stretched tightly over bed corners, and it seemed as if the thing hadn't been slept in for years. Whose room was this anyhow?

A knock. "Hello? Do I have permission to enter?"

Luke walked over and opened the door. There in the hallway stood a thin young woman holding some sort of tray with her. Her hair was black like a raven's fathers and her lips were almost as thin as she was.

"Hello." Luke said with a smile.

"You are Lord Luke? Prince Thor beckoned me to aid in your healing."

Luke shook his head and moved aside to allow her entrance. "And you don't have to call me Lord. Luke is just fine. What's your name?"

"Alivia." She said as she placed her tray down on a nearby table and began stirring something.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you." Luke could barely contain his excitement. "This is my first time in this place…Asgard, right? I've never seen a world so beautiful."

"Yes, the realm eternal has many wonders." She walked over to Luke. "Your wounds sir."

He raised his hands and showed the burns on his arms.

"Hey, when we're done here, do you think we can go see the warriors train?"

Alivia smiled. "You mean the warriors three? How diligent they are. Most people of Asgard have given up the ways of fighting."

"Why?"

"For there is no need for it. Not with this everlasting peace suffocating the lands."

Luke looked down at his arms as Alivia wiped a white cream all over them.

"What do you mean? What peace?"

"I suppose a mortal wouldn't understand it. You probably don't even notice it, do you?"

Luke shook his head. "No, I guess not."

She continued to wipe the cream on his arms. Slowly, the burn began to subside.

"Wow, that stuff's great." Luke smiled. "I feel like I could fight an army."

"It is a powerful healing potion, one most of our soldiers use. We haven't made it in so long. There has not been a need for it, until now that is."

Luke unwrapped the bandages on his hands and arms and smiled. "So…are we still going to watch the training, or…?"

"I am afraid I cannot good sir. But please, do not allow my inability to stop you. The warriors train out in the courtyard by the stables." She bowed and left.

"Thanks, you've been so awesome."

"Any time good sir."

"So, you've finally brought him back to Asgard." Odin sat upon his throne like a vulture.

"Yes father. I have sent a healer to tend to his wounds, and the Warriors Three are tending to him as well."

Odin almost smiled. "Very good. Now perhaps we can return the balance before that coward abandoned his post."

"Father, how exactly are we to do this? There is no trace of Loki anywhere in Luke and he has no interest in his past."

"Then we shall simply mold this…mortal…into being the new god of chaos." Odin leaned back into his throne. "One that is more easily controlled."