I wake up lying on my bed. I blink at my white ceiling, once, twice, before everything comes rushing back. Two weeks in the dungeon. For both Loki and I, because Loki was stupid and manipulated most of the blame onto himself. I sigh and sit up, rubbing my eyes. I wonder how long I was gone this time? I look over at my clock. It's 5:00, so about two hours. I roll my eyes. Typical. The way time works in Asgard never ceases to amaze me.

I get up and amble over to my backpack. Despite thinking about it for a while, I can't actually remember if I have homework or not. I open my bag, sifting through my papers. To my relief, I don't have any. Maybe my dad will want to go to that movie he was talking about, whatever it was. I close up my backpack and sit on my bed, massaging my temples. I really can't remember what it is.

"Having trouble, are we?" I hear a familiar voice say, suddenly right next to me.

I smile, despite the sudden appearance. I turn towards Loki, who is now sitting next to me. He's smirking, but his eyes hold concern. It makes my breath catch. He's just really cute when concerned.

I laugh slightly. "Only a little." I shake my head. "I'm just forgetting some things." I look over at him to catch his reaction. The concern in his eyes doesn't grow, but his smirk does disappear.

"That's not... the best." He says slowly, closing his eyes. "Especially since it's more than likely connected to our mind link."

I can feel a knot of concern start to form in my chest, but I push it away. "Can it be fixed?"

Loki smiles slightly. "Of course. We just have to find out how." He reaches over and takes my hand. "It'll be okay, Cameron."

I meet his gaze, my heart warming. Both of our concerns are gone now, pushed away to the back of our minds. He leans over and kisses me lightly on the cheek. "I'll be waiting for you in the dungeon." He then disappears, leaving my face flushed and my hand uncomfortably empty.

I shake my head and get up, smoothing out my shirt as I do so. Time to continue with life. Midgardian life, that is. Life in Asgard, though it's more like a crazy dream than anything, it's still apart of my life. I grin. A part of my life where I've fallen in love with the God of Mischief. Who would have ever thought?

Still smiling to myself, I make my way out to the kitchen, where my parents are finishing setting up dinner. I quickly grab the napkins and help them, setting a napkin down beside each plate. That's when I notice a fourth plate at the table. I hesitate before placing a napkin down next to it, looking at my parents. They both seem to act as if everything is normal. I shrug and place the napkin down. Maybe someone's coming over for dinner and they just didn't tell me. That's happened before, on numerous occasions. My strange relatives like to occasionally drop by to see us. I wince as I remember when my Uncle Francis came over. A big, beefy, loud man, he ate three-quarters of our food and practically yelled us deaf. It was terrifying, as I was 8. Then one time my Aunt Monnie came over, which was fine... except she brought her four dogs, all bulldogs. We spent the night half pretending to pay attention to her and the other half we desperately tried to keep the dogs away from the food. I think she's the only one who ate that night.

Soon enough, everything is on the table, smelling delicious. As I sit down, I briefly wonder if I'm going to be able to taste any of it. We all start eating, the fourth setting unoccupied. After a little while, I finally get sick of the silence.

"Alright who is it?" I ask, referring to the fourth plate. We're a quarter of the way through dinner and they're not even here yet. My parents exchange smiling glances.

"No one." My mom says, sounding very suspicious.

I narrow my eyes at her, deciding to play along with her game. "Alright when is 'no one' going to get here?"

My dad clears his throat, and I whip around to face him. My suspicious gaze meets his. "You don't need to worry Cameron, they're only coming for dessert." Dessert? I don't remember seeing any.

Meanwhile, my mom is glaring daggers at him from across the table. "Do you want to ruin it?"

"Ruin what?" Now my increase has piqued. Is this person supposed to be a surprise? I turn back around to face her. "Is this person here for me?"

"Not exactly..." My dad starts, but my mom cuts him off.

"Stop. She'll find out soon enough."

I groan. "It's not one of our crazy relatives, is it? Are they coming to kidnap me?"

My parents are both about to respond when I hear a familiar chuckle, one that isn't Loki. No, it's someone else. Someone much more important.

My brother comes around the corner from the living room, his hands in his pockets. He's dressed impeccably as usual, in black dress pants, a white dress shirt, and a black suit jacket. He smiles. "If it's a kidnapping by your older brother, is it really considered kidnapping?"

"Thomas!" I leap out of my chair and tackle him in a hug. It's been eight months since I've even heard from him! I hug him tight, my smile wide.

He chuckles again, hugging me back. "Hey, little sis."

We let go of each other and I take a step back. "What are you doing here?" I am certainly surprised!

He smiles, raising his eyebrows. "Can't an older brother kidnap his sister occasionally?"

I roll my eyes. "You can, but I know you're here for a reason." I turn towards my parents. "May I be excused?"

My dad nods. "Certainly."

I quickly put my plate in the sink and go back to my room, grabbing a bag and filling it what I'll need. If I know my brother, we're doing the same thing we have always done: drive into the city, get a huge amount of ice cream, and then drive to the top of Cherry Tree Hill and stare up at the stars. I certainly won't have any chance to go to Asgard, not that it matters much since I'm in the dungeons currently, but still. I make sure to try to think down the mind link to let Loki know what's going on, and then I grab a jacket and head out.

I hug my parents bye and follow my brother to his silver truck. I can't help but grin at how dusty and dinged up it is. "Man Tommy, are you ever going to get another truck? This one must be ancient!"

"I don't see you getting anything." He shoots back, climbing into the driver's seat. He starts it, and the engine roars to life.

"I only have my permit!" I climb into the passenger side and put on my seatbelt. I throw my bag in the backseat. "I have enough to think about before I can even start to think about saving up for a car!"

He smiles slyly. "Oh really?" He backs the truck out of the driveway. "So how much do you have?"

I sigh. "2,000."

"2,000!" He chuckles, shaking his head. "Man sis and I thought I was doing good at 1,000 by the time I was your age." He glances over at me. "How'd you do it?"

I smile mischievously. "I have my ways." I point back towards the road. "Now eyes on the road, mister! I want to get to my ice cream alive." I mock scold him. He laughs and focuses back on the road.

Then for a little while, we just drive.

A/N: Hey everyone! It's finally here! I thought I'd give you all a taste of Cameron's life outside of Asgard, since you don't see it that often. Now, have a good day/night and finally, thank you so so much for reading.