So this is just mainly a filler. Nothing really important happens. I'm half asleep and it's almost midnight, so I apologize ahead of time if it sucks, or there's a lot of mistakes.

Stargazer1364: I actually, at one point, when I started this new story line involving Thor, I had planned on adding The Dark World in, but I've decided, at least right now, to keep it what it was originally, and continue into Iron Man 3 and then jump right into The Winter Soldier. I'll at least mention TDW, though nothing is really set in stone yet. I have a general direction as to where I'm going, but I still could change things up.

Enjoy!

SKYE POV

Eir, the main healer, had arrived before Thor, and had promptly locked him out when he arrived so she could check me over.

"The wound is nearly healed." She said, poking around the stab wound on my stomach. "How do you feel?"

"Comfortable." I said, stretching a little. "And hungry."

"Well, hungry is a good thing. There is always food available, and if you feel up to it, I am sure Prince Thor would love to see you."

"I feel like I need a bath." I said, not wanting to lift my arm too high.

"I will send a handmaid in to draw you a bath, and get you some clean clothes."

She left before I could say anything about needing a handmaid, but I guessed that was a normal thing for royalty. Or at least it was during history. But then again, this was an alien world compared to what I was used to, even though I was technically half Asgardian.

A maid came and drew a bath for me, something I was very grateful for. I stayed in the bath until the water was cold, finally deciding I should find Thor and let him know I was alright. Apparently he was rather worried, or at least according to the handmaid.

"Lady Frigga brought you a dress." The handmaid said, motioning to the bed, which was made already, where a dress had been laid out.

The dress was beautiful. It was a light lavender color, with darker purple accents to it. It had a scooped neckline, and was fitted around the waist, then flared out at the hips slightly.

"It's beautiful." I said, running my hand over the material.

"It was Princess Freya's at one time."

I smiled a little. I would have loved to see my mother as an Asgardian. But then again, if she'd never been banished, I probably wouldn't have been born.

"Are you alright, my lady?"

I hadn't realized I'd been staring at the dress. "Oh, yes, I'm fine...what is your name?"

"Embla, my lady."

"Embla." I smiled. "It is very pretty."

"Thank you, my lady." She smiled a little.

"Call me Skye. None of this 'my lady' stuff."

"Of course m-Skye."

With the help of Embla I got into my dress, the garment fitting me like a glove. Embla guided me to the dining hall, where I could hear Thor's booming laugh echoing down the hall. The smell of food had my stomach growling before we even arrived.

Thor was on his feet as soon as we entered, his arms wrapping around me in a hug as he picked me up off the ground, spinning us around a couple times.

"Are you well, Skye?" He asked, finally putting me back on my feet.

"I'm better than I've felt in a long time." I said, smiling up at him.

"Then this is a reason for celebration. Come, join us."

He turned me around, guiding me to the table where four other people sat. They all stood when we got closer.

"Skye, let me introduce The Warriors Three: Hogun, Volstagg and Fandral." The three men nodded to me. "And the Lady Sif."

"It is an honor, Lady Skye." The one Thor had introduced as Hogun said.

"Thor has spoken very highly of you. Including how you risked your life to save his. " Lady Sif said.

"Oh, it was nothing." I said, dismissing them. "Just looking out for family." I smiled up at Thor.

After a hearty meal, Thor and The Warriors Three showed me around Asgard. We went halfway across the city before I started to feel tired, the four men agreeing that it would be best to head back, not wanting to wear me out too much.

I stood on one of the balconies, staring out across Asgard in the setting sun. I heard footsteps behind me, and I didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

"It's so beautiful here."

"Indeed." Thor said, leaning on the balcony next to me. "You know you are more than welcome to stay here."

"And I would love nothing more than to stay. But, I can't just leave my dad like that. He at least deserves to know that I'm okay."

Thor looked down at me. "And you wish to see Captain Rogers again."

I immediately felt my face get hot. "I-What? What makes you say that."

"You care for him, do you not."

"Well, of course I do. I care about a lot of people."

"That is not what I meant."

"I..." I sighed, looking down at my hands. "I don't know what it is, but there's something about him. Something different. A good kind of different. Maybe it's because he's so different than my dad. Or his old-world manners."

"Or how handsome he is?"

"I-I wasn't going to say that..."

It was silent between us for a second.

"Then you should return to him. You are always welcome to visit." Thor wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a hug.

Leaving Asgard was going to be harder than I thought.