Freyja sat on her room. Three days passed since she defeated the Dvergrs and since that day till now, she never left her room. As Freyja rested, it seemed that Loki was taking care of Odin and the others. She wondered what will happen to her now.

Then came a knock on her door.

"What is it?"

"The king has summoned you to the throne room," a soldier said behind the doors.

"I'll be there in a minute." She quickly grabbed her clothes from Earth and got dressed. She made up her mind.

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Odin was sitting on his golden throne. Freyja was surprised to see all the people gathered in the room, including Loki who gave her a smile.

"Come closer, Freyja, daughter of Freyr," he spoke. His voice firm and his expressions unreadable.

Freyja stopped right below the throne. Everyone was staring at them. Freyja stared into Odin's one eye.

"You have clearly defied my orders and refused to return the Brísingamen. Disobedience should be punished heavily," Freyja's jaw dropped. After what she did, THAT's what he would remind?

"However," Odin, as if reading her mind, added.

"You successfully protected Asgard and its people from the attacks of the Dvergrs by finishing them off before it was too late. For that, we are grateful, thank you. I now allow you to stay in Asgard as a reward." Then he stopped speaking. Freyja waited for a moment to see if there was anything else he had to say, but it was the end.

"That's it?" Freyja was dumbfounded.

"That's all I get? A 'Thank you'? There's clearly something wrong with you." People gasped at her words.

"I spent my entire life, being chased by the Dvergrs, lost my father, and friends. Oh, and do not mention that I single-handedly fought the Dvergrs. But YOU neglected and discriminated me for being a half human and wouldn't admit I was better," Freyja turned around to face the Asgardians.

"You people should know that humans are not below you. We CAN do everything you can, we CAN be as smart as you are. There's no difference between you and us so don't act like I'm inferior." After that, she turned again to face Odin.

"I deserve so much better and you don't appreciate it. I do not wish to pledge fidelity to the king who doesn't appreciate me. So thank you, but I'm going back to Earth. Oh, and I'm taking the Brísingamen with me, since it's the last thing my father gave me. If you need it, come for it, you know how to find me." She almost spat the last words.

"As you wish." Odin seemed oddly calm, hell, he even smiled a bit. But everyone else was gasping and whispering.

Just like that, Freyja swaggeringly walked out of the room.

"Wait!" Loki hurried out of the room as well.

"You're going to leave now?"

"Yeah, I have no business left here."

"Thor's big day is coming soon, why don't you stay till then. He'll be glad to see you," he said.

"Nope, sorry." Freyja was so determined that Loki couldn't say another word. For a while they just walked and didn't talk. She already had all her stuffs with her, so they headed directly to the Bifrost. When they reached the bridge, they stopped.

"Goodbye, Freyja." Loki extended his hand.

"Bye, Loki." Freyja took his hand and shook strongly.

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Few weeks later

"Freyja! There's someone here looking for you!" Mabel shouted from the door. Freyja was sitting on the couch, drawing Cassy and Jay from her memory. She started drawing everyone she remembered and her room in Mabel's house was now filled with drawings. Freyja slowly stood up from the couch and went to the door. A black man with an eyepatch filled up the door. He was wearing a black leather coat.

"Who the hell are you?" Freyja asked.

"Nick Fury, from S.H.I.E.L.D. I would like to talk to you." Nick said, with intimidating looks.

"Let's go somewhere else," Freyja glanced at Mabel who was looking at her worriedly and replied.

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They sat at a cafe downtown. He ordered Americano and she ordered a honey lemon tea.

"Okay so who exactly are you?" Freyja questioned him with suspicion. How did he even know her name?

"To put it shortly, I'm your patron." Freyja's face turned into a surprised look.

"You thought they kept you in their orphanage for no reasons? Since you fell out of the sky, S.H.I.E.L.D had an eye on you."

"Why are you telling me this now? After all this?" Freyja was mad. Why did everybody leave her alone when they were capable of aiding her?

"You had nowhere else to go. We have other things to work on as well. We didn't have time for you. But we never forgot about you." He sipped from his coffee.

"Oh, wow. That's a relief," Freyja snorted sarcastically. "Then why did you come for me now?"

"We found something alien in New Mexico and thought maybe you knew of it and was able to help."

"What alien thing?"

"A hammer, it fell out of the sky only a few days ago."

"A HAMMER? From the sky? That's new." Freyja was amused. That was the most ridiculous thing she ever heard of. Maybe he was joking.

"Do you think I would be sitting here drinking a coffee if it was a joke? As I told you, we are busy." He talked with a straight face that indicated the truth.

"When do we leave?" Freyja smiled, she liked the idea of this 'alien thing' and the fact that she had work to do.

"Well, about now," he looked out the window and a black limousine stopped in front of the cafe.

"Awesome," she nodded. Something sparkled at the corner of her brain. Did he say hammer? That rang a bell. What was it?

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There were facilities already built around the pithole. A lot of people with guns or science machines walked around busily. She looked around with amazement.

"Freyja, this is agent Coulson." Nick introduced her to the nice-looking guy.

"Nice to meet you," he shook Freyja's hand.

"So, where is the hammer?" she smiled.

"Right here, miss." Coulson led her into the lab.

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"Holy shit that's an actual hammer," Freyja dropped her jaw. It was fancy-looking, she admitted but was clearly a hammer.

"We couldn't move it to another place so we had build he labs around it. Do you know what that is?" Coulson asked, crossing his arms.

"No, but it does seem familiar. That pattern looks like it's from Asgard." Freyja mumbled to herself.

"Last night, some guy broke in and tried to take the hammer, but failed. We kept him locked up, he seemed to know of it, but wouldn't talk." He said.

"Well, can I see him?"

"Follow me."

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When she reached outside of the room, she noticed something everyone else didn't.

"Excuse me." Freyja ledt Coulson and hurried.

She saw Loki, dressed in suit, walking through the facility.

"Loki!" She called and he turned around. He seemed surprised.

"What are you doing here?"

"I can ask you the same thing, what happened?" Freyja asked.

"Thor was banished from Asgard by our father. He tried to wipe out the entire frost giants and nearly started a war." He said in a quick summary.

"Thor? Wait is he the one locked up there? He got banished?" Freyja couldn't believe it. She knew Odin was kind of weird, but casting his own son out to Earth? Was he insane?

"Father is now in Odinsleep and I rule the Asgard." Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. Freyja immediately took a step back.

"Then you should bring Thor back. You said about the frost giants. Won't they attack Asgard? You'll need him."

"Odin forbid it. You must know, though I deeply care for my brother, he is better in exile. But I believe I could really use some of your help. You're still Freyr yourself." Loki leaned forward with a smirk and Freyja felt uncomfortable.

"As much as I would love to, but I have my works here and I am sure you could do this on your own." Freyja forced a smile and walked away from him. Heading straightly to the door.

"Where have you been?" Coulson came running towards her.

"You said you wanted to meet the guy," he said.

"There's no need. He is just a lunatic and you better send him off. I think those people came to get him." Freyja lied and pointed at the people leaned against the desk, talking to one of the guards.

"Oh, and that hammer IS from Asgard. Don't try and do anything with it. It's probably there for a reason." If Thor was banished and couldn't lift the hammer, it was probably a test. A test by Odin to see if he can learn from his mistake. She decided not to bother it. It was his job.

"I'm going back to New Bern, call me if you need me."

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Freyja watched the news, nothing was special. However, she heard from Coulson that there was a destruction in New Mexico. Freyja was curious and wondered about the Destroyer. She knew it was a Destroyer after hearing a specific description from Coulson. Who sent it? The only one who had the power was….no, she went too far. She stopped thinking and lay on her bed. Lucas knocked on her door.

"Come in," she said.

"How are you today?" He came in and closed the door. He sat at the corner of her bed and gave her a warm smile.

"Fine, nothing special."

"Are you sure?" Lucas looked a bit worried.

"What is it? I'm fine." Freyja asked.

"You say you are fine, but after all you've been through, I hardly believe it. You haven't even told us what happened. We were so worried about you and we were so glad to see you few weeks ago. You can relax and show your feelings now, it's over, isn't it?" Lucas's quiet voice comforted her. Honestly, she only thought she was fine. Everything happened so fast, leaving her a little rest and a time to grieve.

"You can cry if you want, there's no need to hold it in." Freyja raised her body from the bed and embraced Lucas. Suddenly a flood of emotions came rushing inside her and she was sobbing. Lucas held her closely and slowly part her head. This was what she needed.

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After few weeks, she got a call from Nick Fury and was summoned to Washington DC. She gasped at the sight of a huge buildings with a S.H.I.E.L.D logo. They were a lot bigger organization than she thought. She was led to a certain room where Fury was waiting.

"What is it now? Something else fell out of the sky?" she joked.

"Quite the opposite. Do you know of your uncle?"

"I know of him. If you mean my mother's brother, Steve Rogers." She wondered why Fury was asking her about him. She read some comics of her famous uncle during her younger years. Cassy used to collect them and share it with her. The thought of Cassy made her sad.

"We fished him out of the ocean. He is still alive and well. Though it took some time to make him understand, he's fine now. As you are still a teenager-" Freyja looked at him "-only the physical state, you'll live with him for he is the legal protector now."

"Shut up, my uncle's alive? The Captain America? Like, the real Captain America?"

Then the door opened and a tall, blonde man walked in. Freyja was speechless, after looking at Steve and back at Fury, she finally said, "Damn."

This is the last chapter! Thank you everyone for reading this nonsense! And I would like to specially thank Fin-Fish Jun-Tenshi for being my first and only reviewer...I am planning on more sequels! There's still much left to go. It won't take long for me to come back with more, I assure you. Again, thank you and see you soon!