I find myself staring blankly at some pine trees. I shake my head, snapping out of whatever trance I had been in. What had distracted me this time? I hear a car engine rev up somewhere down the road. Was that it? A car passed by? I sigh angrily. I need to be more focused.

"Yes, you do." Loki says suddenly, now right behind me. I jump in surprise, then glare at him.

"Must you always announce yourself by answering my thoughts?" I ask indignantly.

He chuckles. "No, I could just stand here until you noticed, but then it would be a while."

I stand up, brushing snow off my pants. "That's probably true." I admit when I'm done, not looking at him. "I'm pretty unobservant sometimes."

"That's an understatement." He replies, smiling smugly at me.

I quickly make a snowball and throw it at him. It totally misses him. "Shut up." I say.

"You know..." He says, now looking at the ground in a mischievous way. He crouches down and scoops up some snow. He looks up at me, wearing a smirk. "That's not the proper way to address your king."

I smile at him fake sweetly. "Of course, my king, how could I possibly forget?" I roll my eyes, then look back at him. "Tell you what. My realm, I say whatever I want. Your realm, I promise I'll be all proper and such."

He smiles. "Deal." He stands up, now holding a snowball in his hand. "However.." He chucks the snowball at me, and it hits me square in the chest, hard. "That was for before we had a deal."

I narrow my eyes suspiciously at him. "I see." I crouch down and pack my own snowball. "The you surely understand why I have to do this!" I throw another snowball at him, and it would have been a direct hit, but instead it just passes through him. "What!?" I exclaim, upset. "You were just holding a snowball! You threw it at me!"

Loki chuckles. "Magic." Is all he says to reply.

I glare at him again, then turn around and face the pine trees again. "I'm going back to Asgard. You can join me if you wish."

He chuckles. "That I will." I hear him walk up behind me, but I refuse to look at him. Just because he's a god doesn't mean he shouldn't deserve to get hit by a snowball once and a while. "See you there." He places a hand on my head, then disappears.

I shake my head, mutter something about weird magic tricks, then close my eyes and reach out to Asgard.

Surprisingly, I wake up on something familiar. Something I had passed out onto before. Fenrir. I quickly get up and hug Fenrir. "Thank you so much." I tell him.

"You're welcome again, Cameron." Fenrir rumbles. I let go of him and look around. Loki's not here.

"How did I get here this time?" I ask Fenrir, looking at him.

He meets my gaze. "Father brought you in a few days ago, saying something about how you fainted in fright after meeting Hela."

I put my hands on my hips. "That is so not true!" I proclaim. "I wasn't scared at all."

"You know, you're a horrible liar." I hear Loki say behind me. I turn, smiling.

"I know. I need to work on it." I glance back at Fenrir. "But I did not faint in fright."

Fenrir tilts his head questioningly. "Then why did you faint?"

I turn towards him, ignoring the warning look Loki gave me. This I can lie about. This is more important than if I was afraid of something or not. "I'm.. not entirely sure." I tell Fenrir. "I've been feeling slightly off ever since I came through the bifrost. I think I'm just not used to this realm yet."

Fenrir nods seriously. "That makes sense." He replies.

"Not to interrupt your conversation or anything..." Loki says behind me.

I turn and face him. "Yes, my king?"

He smiles briefly. "We've been invited to a banquet."

"A banquet!" I smile. "How wonderful! Why is it that such a lowly servant like myself was invited?" I lay on the proper servant way really thick.

Loki closes his eyes, either trying not to laugh, or starting to get annoyed. "Let's just talk about this as we go. Everyone's been waiting for you to wake up."

Waiting for me to wake up? Wait.. Fenrir had said Loki had brought me down to him a few days ago. But I just got back, how was this even possible? I smother my confusion with a servant-like smile. "Of course, my king, let us go." He turns and goes up the stairs and I follow him, after attempting to curtsy at Fenrir and failing miserably.

Once the door to the stairs is closed behind us, Loki sighs and leans against the closet, a hand over his eyes. I look at him, concerned. "Are you alright, my king?" I ask. I've never seen him like this before. Is he sad? Angry? Disappointed?

He peeks through his hand at me, and grins. "Okay, you've go to stop now. It's been too much."

"Stop what, my king?" I ask, pretending to be confused. I knew if I decided to be all proper and such it wouldn't last long. He brought me here to be a Midgardian servant, someone different, not someone who would act the same as the rest of the servants. Well, at least that's my theory anyways.

He lets his hand drop to his side, still smiling. "I can't do it. It's only been a few minutes, and I just can't do it."

"Can't do what, my..."I start but he cuts me off, suddenly covering my mouth with his hand.

I look up at him and meet his gaze. He's looking down at me, clearly amused. "Stop acting all proper. It's too hilarious."

Hilarious! I thought I was doing a great job! Slowly, I nod, and he removes his hand, chuckling. "You were so out of place I know that if we ever went out in public I wouldn't be able to not laugh." He replies. He steps back.

"I thought I was doing pretty good." I reply. "What was I doing wrong?"

His mouth twitches, and I can tell he's trying hard not to laugh. "How'd that curtsy earlier go?" He asks.

I mock glare at him. "You weren't supposed to see that! That was special just for Fenrir!"

He looks away. "And I'm surprised Fenrir isn't laughing his head off right now."

"Well you aren't." I reply. "And I'm sure Fenrir's had way less experience with the proper way as you have."

"And hopefully he will never see it again." Loki responds. He moves to the door. "Now. We really must be going."

"Have they been waiting?" I ask, worried.

Loki smiles. "Not really." He opens the door and I walk through. We walk down the hallway together. "They've had quite a while to prepare everything, so you don't have to worry about that."

"Speaking of that.." I start, but he's already way ahead of me.

"Time passes differently here." He says. "It usually depends on the circumstances of what's happening."

"And what was happening so time was longer?" I ask, interested. This is pretty cool.

Loki smiles. "We were invited to the banquet. But nobody knew what you liked, so they decided to make it all. And then there was the process of who to invite.."

"Whoah whoah whoah." I stop him, holding out my hands. "Are you saying that this entire banquet is because of me?"

He looks at me. "Yes." Then he takes a few more steps forward and opens the door we were going to. "After you, our guest of honor."

I stare at him, wide eyed. He can't be serious. Me, guest of honor? At a banquet? I look inside, and a ton of faces swivel towards me. I take a deep breath. I'm not going back now. it's too late. I step inside.