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Atea woke up groggily, her head pounding. It was bright, and she couldn't see for a moment. But when her eyes adjusted to the light, she didn't recognize her surroundings. Where am I? Oh god, where am I? Everything that had happened last night came back to her like a train running full speed. She started to cry. This wasn't home, and she wondered if she'd ever see her parents again.
Sobbing and self-pity isn't going to help me get out of here, she reasoned with herself, I need to get up and find out where I am.
Atea heaved herself out of bed and looked around. The bedroom was beautiful, painted with a dark brown. There were floor to ceiling bookshelves lining the East wall, with a very comfortable looking chair placed near it. The bed itself was a large canopy bed, with deep red drapes falling around it and the silk bedding the same colour. The pillows were white and no doubt made of the finest down Atea had ever felt.
This room could definitely fit at least three of my rooms in here.
There was a door leading to what looked like a garden to the West of the room. She opened those doors, which were surprisingly unlocked. The view was breathtaking. Wherever she was, she was towering above a beautiful city. Beyond the city was a bridge that passed over a large body of water, and seemed to be the only bridge around. This bridge glimmered with every colour of the rainbow and it connected the city to an oddly shaped building. She didn't know what it was.
After looking at the view some more, Atea walked back to the room to look for a way of escape. There was only one door out of here, and when Atea tried to turn the doorknob, it wouldn't budge. She tried to pick the lock with one of her bobby pins, not that she actually knew how to pick locks, she tried to force the door down, though she was nowhere near the physical prowess needed to knock down a door. Atea slumped against the door and sighed, there was no hope. She was going to be stuck in this room for however long until someone found her. She closed her eyes and thought about how badly she wanted to get out of this room, she thought about what was on the other side. When she opened her eyes again, she wasn't in the room anymore.
What just happened? Did I teleport myself outside of that room? Because if I did, that's wicked. She was now in a long dark hallway. With only one way to go, Atea walked down the corridor, wondering what was going to happen next.
After walking through the hallway for what seemed like an eternity, Atea found a door. This time it opened easily into a grand hall. People were bustling around. Just like home, Atea thought. The sudden thought made her homesick and she began to despair again. At the end of the hallway there was a large throne and a man sitting in it. This man had blond hair, broad shoulders and a large build. Atea recognized him as Thor. Beside Thor were three other people in armour; two were men and one was a woman. Beside them, was Loki. There was a crowd gathering before them, and Atea joined the crowd, standing in the back. She tried to push her way to the front of the crowd, but the people wouldn't budge, and compared to them, she was tiny. She couldn't hear much of what Thor was saying, but she could tell he was giving them some sort of speech. Loki was grinning to himself proudly, as though he was sharing an inside joke with himself. Atea glared at him, and when he saw her, he looked taken aback, then furious. But it seemed like he wasn't going to be able to excuse himself from whatever he was doing. Atea smiled at him deviously, then ran for the two large doors at the other end of the hall. She ran into people who looked at her like she was some sort of alien. I kind of am, and I probably look even worse with my messy hair and my puffy eyes. Being in pyjama shorts and a large t-shirt don't help either. She ignored their looks and kept running. Once she was out of the hall, she stopped to take in her surroundings. She was finally outside in the city. She saw a kind looking woman and asked her where she was.
"Are you quite all right, child?" She asked Atea, eyeing her clothes and hair.
"No, I'm not. Can you please tell me where I am?" Atea replied, silently pleading that the woman wouldn't call for security or whatever they were called here.
"Why, in Asgard. Where else would you be?" She asked suspiciously, clearly uncertain whether Atea was mentally ill or not.
"Asgard. Of course. Thank you." Atea replied, then ran off.
So. Asgard. What should I do now? If I'm correct, the only way off this place is the Bifrost, which is a long way to go. And even if I did take that journey, Loki would find me before I could get back home. But there's nothing else to do. I can't hide, and I can't just wander around the city waiting for Loki.
Atea debated with herself for another minute, before deciding that going to the Bifrost was the only thing to do. Atea wasn't sure how to get there from her current location, so she continued to ask Asgardians along the way. They all gave her the same look that the first woman did, but she couldn't care less. Home was all she had on her mind.
And home it should be!
But will she make it?