Well then. Apparently the Midgardian Serpent doesn't always stay on Midgard then. As soon as he realizes I know who he is, he starts ranting about how Dessa and I are trespassing in the one place he has to go in Asgard, his own private sanctuary, the place no one can get to unless they can either teleport or have a death wish... (which Dessa and I evidently have since we're here... especially since I can't get a word in about how I can actually teleport now), yada yada yada. I tuned it out after the first hour, instead focusing on Loki. He still hasn't woken up.

Since he's a god and all, I figured that trying to wake him up conventionally, like say, hitting him in the face with a pillow you just Described, wouldn't work. It also helps that Dessa explained that to me as well, after said transaction. She said that many Asgardians go into this type of "sleep" after they use too much of their energy doing things like magic and such. It would seem this happens a lot after major celebrations, due to the excessive amount of people getting drunk and using too much of their magic.

But this is different. I think I know what he did now. What I saw before passing out - a chasm opening up - that wasn't something I imagined. That was Loki. He opened up a chasm leading to this cavern. That's why it's so damp. We're under the ocean. I don't know for how long I was out. It could have been a few seconds... but from the way Loki looked before he passed out, I know it was much longer. And that entire time, he didn't know I was okay. Not until I contacted him. This is my fault.

"It's not your fault." Dessa says, as if she's hearing my thoughts. She sits down next to where I'm kneeling next to Loki.

I meet her gaze, feeling drained from my realization. "Yes it is. I should have contacted him sooner."

She shakes her head. "No." Her gaze is hard and stubborn. "There's nothing you could have done. It's not like you could have woken up sooner than you did."

I could have, if I had known what was going on sooner. My heart squeezes painfully, but I force myself to not look away in shame. This is my biggest secret. No one can know. Not ever.

I sigh and look down at Loki's peaceful face. "Do you think he'll ever wake back up?"

Dessa grabs my hand, forcing me to look back at her. She smiles slightly. "Trust me, he'll be fine. It's only been a little while."

"Three days, Dessa!" I exclaim quietly, feeling uneasy. The Serpent has finally stopped ranting and he's now cocking his head towards us, listening to our conversation. "That's not a little while!"

"Only in Midgardian terms, Cameron." Dessa replies. "Remember that he's much older than he looks."

I scowl at her. "I know." I take my hand back, twisting it from her grasp. I look back down at Loki. He still looks so peaceful. Carefully, I Describe another pillow and tuck it behind his head, propping him up. His eyelashes flutter, but otherwise there is no movement.

"You're a very strange Midgardian; you know that, right?" The Midgardian Serpent says, now directly behind us after lowering down from his full height.

I turn around and face him. Dessa does the same. "And why is that?" I ask, challenging him. I cross my arms. "It couldn't possibly be because I have magic, is it?"

He glares at me. "Don't mock me, Midgardian. I do not take kindly to it."

"Well maybe I don't take kindly to being called 'Midgardian' all the time." I respond angrily. "But I don't go on hour long rants about it while my father-" I point down at Loki. "-is unconscious." I meet his glare with one of my own.

He hisses angrily. "I only meant that you are not as incompetent as other Midgardians, but this does not seem to be the case."

Unwittingly, I Describe a pillow into my hand, preparing to chuck it at this slithery blockhead's face. This is stupid. He should be caring about his father, not insulting me!

Unfortunately, Dessa steps in just in time, grabbing the pillow from me and stepping between the Midgardian Serpent and I. "ENOUGH!" She shouts. She looks between the two of us, scowling. "I can't believe you are fighting right now. We need to get Prince Loki to the healing room. He needs to regain his strength, one way or another."

The Midgardian Serpent and I exchange a nasty look, then I focus on Dessa. "Didn't you just say he will be fine?" I ask her.

"I did." She confirms. Then she frowns."However.. you're right. It has been a long time. He's not like this very often, and when he is, he usually wakes up by now."

"He used a lot more magic than usual." The Midgardian Serpent interrupts. "It's normal for him to be out like this."

"Yeah I'm sure you've seen that before, since you're on Midgard all the time." I comment sarcastically.

Dessa narrows her eyes. "Will you both please stop bickering for one second?" Both the Midgardian Serpent and I stop our glaring and look at her. She sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Then she looks up, looking between both of us. "No matter how you feel about one another, we have to work together to bring Prince Loki to the healing room."

She looks at me. "Do not try to teleport. It's not a good idea around someone whose magic is drained."

I look at her curiously. "Why? What will happen?"

She frowns, looking over at Loki. "He would drain all of your magic, and since you are Midgardian, it would kill you."

"Oh." I say softly, a little in shock. That would be bad. Very bad. I look over at Loki. He would be so upset. He'd probably want to kill me himself. I look back at Dessa. "Alright then, I won't even try it."

Dessa turns to the Midgardian Serpent. "Then that means the only way out of here is you."

"Me?" He sneers. "Why would I help you?"

Another pillow gets Described into my hand, preparing to be thrown, but Dessa is already on it. She gives him a nasty look. "It's for your father."

He sighs dramatically. "You are correct. But I couldn't help you even if I wanted to."

"And why is that?" I ask, crossing my arms. I shake the pillow threateningly. It's not because of lack of motivation, is it?"

He glares at me, but with one look from Dessa, he stops and explains. "How do you think I get here, to an underwater cavern in a different realm?" He lays emphasis on those two words.

"Don't tell me you swim between realms?" I ask skeptically.

He nods vigorously. "Exactly."

"What?!" Dessa exclaims. "You swim here?"

"I live in Midgard's oceans, sweetheart, I'm pretty sure I can swim." He replies.

Dessa frowns. "Well then I'm not quite sure what we can do."

"I can Describe enough pillows to fill up the ocean." I joke.

Dessa looks me in the eye, dead serious. "We may need to do just that."