"Describing." I repeat for about the billionth time, rolling the word around in my mouth. Testing it. To see if it will somehow make sense. Me, a Midgardian, somehow getting special powers out of the blue? I don't understand.

"Yes." Loki says again, responding to my word. We're still in Frigga's room, but after they told me what the magic was called and what it could do, I went into sort of a state of shock. It's just very surprising. Especially since apparently only one individual in all of the nine realms can have this power at a time. One person out of trillions. It's crazy.

"It's also aptly named, don't you think?" Loki asks, reading my mind.

That snaps me out of it slightly, and I focus on him. "What?"

He smiles, glad I'm out of it. "Describing. The name. For what it can do."

"Pssh right." I shake my head. "How about The Power of Chaos? Or maybe Let's Give This Rare and Powerful Magic to a Weak Midgardian so She Can Accidentally Destroy The World?"

He frowns. "First of all, you're not weak. Second, you don't know if it can destroy the world."

Now I'm completely snapped out of it. I lean forward, narrowing my eyes at him. "You sure about that? You want to test it?" Why not? It's probably gonna happen eventually, right?

He meets my challenging gaze unmoved. I sigh, my sudden spurt of anger now gone. There's no point. I lean back, speculating. I had been so excited to learn, back before I really knew what it was. Now I'm not sure. When I had asked what could go wrong, I didn't expect the answer to be anything. Literally. Anything.

That's what it does, this Describing. Aptly named, as Loki had said. I describe things, and they pop into existence. At least that's how it's supposed to go, once I actually try it. I'm sure it's more complicated than that since it's super powerful and all, but what do I know? I look around the room, and when my gaze lands on the couch across from me, I give a start, realizing something. Frigga's gone.

"Where did..." I start, but Loki cuts me off, reading my mind again.

"She went to go make tea. She thinks it will help the shock." He replies. He leans back against the couch, his hands cupped behind his head. "While we're waiting why don't you try to describe something?"

My head snaps up, my panicked gaze meeting his bemused one. "Are you crazy? Did you not hear about what could go wrong?"

"If you don't practice, then something definitely will go wrong." He points out, his gaze firm.

I sigh. "I hate it when you're right." I hold my hands out in front of me, preparing to try something.

"Nonono." Loki says, leaning forward suddenly and grabbing one of my hands. "It's got to come naturally. Doing this won't help you at all." He squeezes my hand and then lets go.

I drop my hands back to my lap. "Then what do you suggest?"

He smiles and switches positions so he's now lying across the couch on his side, his head propped up in one hand. "Describe something to me." He says seductively, winking.

I roll my eyes. "Seriously?"

He nods. "Seriously. You should also do something you're familiar with, something you know from memory."

I stare at him for another second, then relent. "Fine" I close my eyes, taking a moment to think about what to describe. Memories fly through my mind, and I grab one at random. I smile. Perfect. I open my eyes and look at Loki. "I'm going to describe my dog."

"Go for it."

I picture my dog in my head, think hard about what he looks like, how he sounds, what he feels like. I hold my hands out in front of me and... nothing.

I drop my hands, feeling frustrated. "It didn't work!"

"Perhaps you're doing it wrong."

I stick my tongue of at him. "Like you would know, my kin..." I'm cut off by his hand suddenly covering my mouth, and I know I screwed up. His face is inches from mine, deadly serious. I can see bits of blue swirling in his green eyes, and I can't help but think how beautiful they are. I fall into them, letting my mind wander farther and farther away.

My mother is back. He says in my mind, and I jump, snapped out of my daze, my eyes skirting around to see Frigga has entered, holding a tray with tea on it. Loki releases me, sitting back on the couch. I have the urge to follow him, but I squash it down. Why I am feeling like this?

"You really shouldn't stick out your tongue at others you know. " Loki says, drawing my gaze to him. He's smiling smugly. "Especially when they're trying to help you."

I follow along with his act. "Yeah well I'm sorry but your help did no good!"

"Now, now, dears." Frigga says, coming over and setting the tea on a small table she conjured between us. She meets his gaze, then mine. "There is no need to be fighting." She smiles kindly. "You just need to relax." She pours a cup of tea, handing it to me.

I accept it, nodding at her, and take a sip of the tea. I'm surprised when I recognize the flavor. Chamomile. It's what my mom always made whenever I was sick. The thought relaxes me, and I smile. "Thank you."

Frigga smiles. "You're welcome dear." She sits down next to me. "Now what seems to be the problem?" She meets my gaze. "Besides my son giving you bad advice, I mean."

"Excuse me?" Loki objects, but Frigga ignores him, waiting for my response.

I smother a smile and instead take another sip of my tea. "I'm not sure." I tell her honestly. "I'm describing it, but nothing's happening."

Frigga nods seriously. "It's bound to take time." She places her hand on my shoulder. "I'm sure you'll get it eventually."

I gently set my tea down on the table. "What am I doing wrong then?" I ask her.

"I told you!" Loki insists. I turn to him, raising an eyebrow. His gaze burns mischievously, and he smirks. "You're doing it wrong."

Instinctively, I grab the pillow that's beside me, and chuck it at him as hard as I can. That's what having an older brother teaches you. It hits him square in the face, and he stares at me, shocked, then starts laughing. I can't help it; I laugh too. I look over at Frigga, expecting her to be laughing too, but instead, she looks confused. My laughter slowly dies.

"My queen? What is it?" I ask cautiously.

Her gaze meets mine, and it's a mixture of amusement, confusion, and happiness. "There aren't any pillows." She tells me softly.

With that, Loki stops laughing. "What?" He asks, sitting up.

"There aren't any pillows." Frigga calmly repeats, the confusion now leaving her gaze. She smiles and turns to me. "Cameron, you did it!"

"I did it?" I repeat, looking at the pillow, which is now lying on the ground. Suddenly something clicks, and I realize I recognize it. It's a pillow from my couch at home! "I did it!" I stare at my hands in amazement. How did I do that?

"You let it come naturally." Loki answers my thoughts, smiling.

I meet his gaze, still confused. "But I didn't even think about it..."

"That's good." Frigga answers, next to me. I turn to her, meeting her warm gaze. "It shows what you can do, once you practice."

What I can do. I look at the pillow, considering. I didn't destroy the world. I threw a pillow. It was a natural reaction. A good thing. I relax slightly. If that's how this is supposed to work in the future, that that's good, because I'm pretty sure none of my natural reactions are going to be to blow up the world. I smile, happy. This is going to work. It's going to be fine.

"Now make it go away." Loki says, handing me the pillow.

My smile disappears. "What?" I look at the pillow. How can I make it go away? How would it go away? Just like.. poof?

"All magic can be undone." Frigga says calmly, giving me an encouraging smile.

"Okay then..." I reply hesitantly, staring at the pillow. I place it on the table. How do I do this? Let me think... I described it right? Can I just un-describe it? I close my eyes, picturing the pillow in my head. I imagine the cover falling away, leaving the white fluffy stuff underneath, I imagine the fluffy stuff evaporating like clouds, and the remaining threads unwinding themselves indefinitely, until there was nothing left.

I open my eyes. Loki and Frigga are both staring at me. I look at the table. The pillow's gone! "Yes!" I grin, giddy. "I did it!" Loki and Frigga exchange a glance. Noticing this, I look back and forth between them, slightly worried. "Didn't I?"

Frigga meets my gaze. "You did.. but..."

"You may have done it to all the pillows in the kingdom." Loki finishes.

"What!?"

A/N: What a way to learn how to do stuff! Side note: fluffy stuff. If you've noticed, Cameron can't describe things well. (And neither can I honestly.) Perhaps in order to learn to do her magic properly she will first need to work on that. The possibilities are endless...
Well have a nice day/night, and once again, thank you for reading!