"Where are you going?" Percy asked with a mouthful of blue pancakes (a Jackson household staple) and curiosity in his eyes. "We literally just got here."

Evelyn turned to face him. She was wearing full battle armor and had a knapsack loaded with quest supplies over her shoulder. Her sword, in pen form, rested in her pocket, ready for (yet another) unwanted adventure.

"Oh, you know. Heading to Asgard, the land of the Norse gods. Just gonna pop in and defy Thor, because that always went well for everyone in the Avengers."

She half expected Percy to drop his fork and stare at her in disbelief, but if anyone understood insane missions out of nowhere, it was her brother. He shrugged and went back to his pancakes.

"Just try to be back soon. We barely got any quality time together while this war was happening. I just want some time to be real teenagers…" he suddenly looked up at her with concern. "And you still haven't really told me what went down in Kansas. I know you and that Ben kid-"

"Percy," she cut him off. "Not now. Maybe someday, but… just appreciate Annabeth, okay?" she said with a sigh.

He nodded. "So how are you planning to get to… whatever it's called. I'm guessing they don't have an elevator like Olympus does."

"Honestly, I'm not sure. Sicomba just said to-" Suddenly light poured into the room, blinding Evelyn and filling the space with rainbows. She heard Percy yelp followed by a crash, which she suspected meant a pile of blue pancakes was now smashed on the ground. Before she could really question what was happening, she felt a tug in her stomach and her body was thrust into space.

After the shock, Evelyn realized this felt a lot like water traveling. She finally blinked her vision back into focus and found herself surrounded by holographic light.

"Wow…"

As quickly as the light appeared, it stopped, and her legs slammed into the ground. She fell to one knee and quickly took stock of her surroundings. She was on a huge bridge encased by the most beautiful sky she had ever seen. The bridge before her led directly to a great city which sparkled in the (she guessed) midday sun. She looked to her right and nearly fell over from surprise from coming face to face with a man.

He was at least 6 foot 5, with skin the color of mahogany and a glorious set of golden plate armor adorning his muscular frame. His eyes were gold, like the ichor that flowed through godly veins. His hand was on the level of a great machine, which appeared to have just been turned off. He just looked at Evelyn with no sign of malice.

"Uh… sup," Evelyn said, hoisting herself to her feet and placing her hand on the pen in her pocket. "I'm Eveyln… Evelyn Jackson. Super mighty demigod, destroyer of titans, savior of the mortal realm, water bender supreme. And you are?"

The man raised an eyebrow at her.

"I am Heimdall. Gatekeeper of Asgard. You are friends of Sicomba."

"Friends?" Evelyn glanced behind her and almost fell over again.

"Louise!"

"Hey, Ev." Louise said calmly, her auburn hair shining, matching the glamor of the world they had stepped into. "Sicomba summoned you too, I see."

"Did he dream message you, too?" Evelyn asked, shaking off the surprise of seeing her friend. Of course Sicomba called his girlfriend. Evelyn shrugged off the disappointment of not being able to bust into the Norse gods homeland on a cool-as-Hades solo mission.

"Yeah, but I knew he was having issues with his father before we left so it was no surprise when this happened. I've been preparing for a couple weeks." Louise shrugged.

"Makes sense. I guess he and I weren't talking much then." Evelyn said. She hoped Sicomba calling her meant he'd completely forgiven her for the whole Kronos situation. She shuddered just thinking about it. The pit of grief that had been living in her stomach lightened every day, but that only made her feel as though she was forgetting Ben one sunrise at a time.

"Yeah… I still don't know what was up with that." Louise said, looking to Evelyn with eyes that said 'explain.' But Evelyn couldn't. She could never tell anyone what happened in Kansas…

"Oh, well…" she struggled to find words. Any excuse.

Luckily, she was saved by a gruff cough from behind them. Evelyn turned back to Heimdall, the Gatekeeper, who was staring at them with annoyance.

"If you don't mind, I don't have all day, and your friend is to be coronated in less than an hour."

Alarms went up in Evelyn's brain. Less than an hour… this quest was on a stricter timeline than she'd though.

"That's happening today?! What do we do?"

The Gatekeeper shrugged. "I only control the Bifrost. Your success is none of my concern."

"Well, great." Evelyn said sarcastically. She looked over to Louise. "I guess we just… storm in?" she said with a grin. Meeting the thunder God was going to give her lots of new comedic material to work with.

"Gods, Evelyn, you always find a way to make a joke." Louise said, shaking her head but with a smile tugging at the edge of her lips. "But yes, we don't have time to strategize. We solve this problem swords first."

Evelyn pulled out her blade and the pen morphed into her beloved sword. She grinned and the two demigods started running across the sky bridge.

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They didn't make it very far before they were tripped by something they couldn't see. Evelyn went sprawling across the ground and her sword slid dangerously close to the edge of the bridge. She had no idea if it would return to her pocket if it fell off the face of the earth. She quickly rose to her feet and looked around her.

"What in Hades was that?" she asked. She couldn't see what had tripped them, but Louise was also pulling herself up from off the ground.

"You don't belong here, children of Olympus."

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. Evelyn tried to pinpoint its origin but no one was in sight. She started inching toward her sword.

"Who are you? Show yourself!" She cringed even as she said it. It was like a line from a bad action movie.

"Gladly." Said the voice and suddenly a boy appeared, as if birthed by shadows. He had oily black hair that fell over his piercing green eyes. He couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen, but his eyes were dark like he had seen (or done) many terrible things in his life.

He smiled a wicked smile.

"My name is Kjodion. I am son of Loki, and I plan to take my uncle's throne."

A/N: Rediscovered this story after seven years and thought I would treat it with a little update. My writing back then was real bad, but to be fair it was middle school. Just thought it might be fun to revisit for a minute. If you actually read this, go ahead and leave a review and let me know if you want more.