Nothing like good old fashioned procrastination causing you to crank out a chapter/one shot deal:D

I'm accepting prompts (related to this story, insane fantasy/science fiction pop culture I might know, blah, blah, blah, you get it) And today is a prompt of sorts!

I don't own anything! I don't even own my place of residence!

How Molly Got Kicked Out Of Asgard Part One

I snapped on my gloves—they wouldn't do much good, but they were cool to wear, it just didn't seem right to burgle a palace without wearing a full body black suit and gloves, you know? Well anyway, I was just minding my own business, trying to take an artifact from their grand hall when suddenly out of nowhere there was this person interrupting my burgle! He was all like "Who goes there?!" And I was like "Oh fiddlesticks!" So I ran, but I didn't get too far.

I spent a few hours in their dungeon being interrogated.

The guard was all like: "Why are you stealing from us?"

And I was like "I need that vase to make a potion! It is of the upmost importance!"

I managed to win him over so I was brought before Odin and his absolutely delectable sons. Did I mention he has two sons that are absolutely gorgeous? Immortal too. You don't find too many like that poking around the dimensions. When I explained what the potion was for, he didn't seem too pleased with me. Shame, I thought I at least had a shot at one of them. It would have been nice to have a great amount of power in Asgard you know. My visa was limited so I only had about a one eighth fraction of my knot magic power though. Shame. I could take them over in a day if I wanted to—

Sherlock raised his hand in order to interrupt her story. Molly crossed her arms and pouted, but stopped, "What is it?"

"You have visas for visiting mythological places."

"They're not myths if they're real, Sherlock Holmes." Molly stirred her tea, taking a sip with a small smirk, "And yes it's called an Inter-Dimensional Visa, or IDV, covering a majority of realms and areas of each realm and dimension. So it's like a passport on steroids I suppose."

"Can I see yours?"

"Oh I got mine revoked a long time ago, Sherlock, weren't you listening? What's the only way they could limit my travel?"

"By removing your visa."

"Yup! I'm stuck on Earth."

"So why don't you take it over, already then?"

"How do you know I'm not already in charge? Look do you want me to get back to the story or not?"

"One last question." Sherlock raised one of the photographs, showing a very naked looking blond man, "How did you manage to take these?"