Author's Note: Greetings, after my long-ish hiatus. I'm sorry for the really late post. I had life stuff to do, namely. Exams. A whole week of exams. And, finally, I had to move and live without WIFI for a while.

I've seen your comments to that update and, thankfully, no backlash! Thanks for being so kind.

Also, do you like the Richard III reference in the title?

Chapter 5: My Helm, My Helm, Information For My Helm

"What did it feel like inside that cloud?" Jane asked.

"And how are you not hungry? I mean you ate what? Like one PopTart?" Darcy interrupted.

"I've never had much of an appetite." he replied, sipping something that the Midgardians called 'coffee'. He liked it and wished for more. So he did the odd thing the other Asgardians did, although to him it seemed like a waste of energy for everyone, especially servants. He would prefer to just ask but that was 'not the way'.

"Another!" he shouted, while smashing the cup on the ground.

A woman appeared to clean up the shattered remains. He got out of the awkward plastic seat and tried to use sedir to help but it wasn't working. He'd forgotten he was mortal. In the end, he just used his hands to scoop up the remains. Afterwards, Jane asked, "What was that?"

"That is how Asgardians ask for more of something."

"By smashing it?"

"Yes, I've never quite understood it."

"Just, don't do that again."

"I accept and apologize."

At that moment, a man entered the cafe and spoke of a satellite. He described it as being 'a gold thingy with two horns sticking out of it. Just 50 miles West of here'. His helm…

He left the establishment. Jane followed.

"Where are you going?"

"50 miles West of here."

"Why?"

"To get my helm."

"It's yours?"

"Yes, the Allfather," his mind sounded an alarm of 'not your father' but he ignored it. "gave it to me. It may help me return to my realm."

"But the government wants it!"

"If you help me, I will tell you all you want to know." He hated having to manipulate his new fri- acquaintance but it was the only way.

"Jane, I want to talk to you." Erik said, pulling Jane aside.

He waited. When Jane reappeared she was reluctant.

"You are going to say that you do not wish to come."

"Uh, yeah."

"Then I find this to be goodbye." He bowed and kissed Jane's hand. He didn't want to be seen as rude. "Lady Jane, Lord Erik and Lady Darcy. Farewell."

Darcy giggled and did a mimic curtsey, it was a good attempt.

Author's Note: This is actually the longest chapter of this story! And I'm sorry about that.

I have nothing to defend myself with other than: this is weird. Usually, I can go on and on about things but for this story, I can't? I don't know.

But I'll try harder with future chapters and stories (I've got some planned and a few chapters written out *hint hint*).