Opening my eyes, I found myself sprawled across an unfamiliar floor. Carefully, I glanced around searching for something I recognized.
Nothing.
I was in someone's bedroom. It was rather magnificent; sloping ceilings, a bed with a canopy and a closet filled with lovely gowns. Whoever they belonged to must be important.
I found my way out of the room and down the hall. Another door was open, so I entered the room. I found a man pulling himself off the floor like I just did. His back was to me, therefore he did not see me enter.
"Hello." I say cautiously. The man spins around, his green eyes freckled with alarm.
"Hi." He sighs and settles into a chair. He pulls at his dark hair and glances around the room. Another beautiful bedroom. Where was I? The man was dressed in a lot of metal and leather. I have only seen one other person dress like this.
"Can I ask where I am?" I glance around the room.
The man's face contorts. "In the palace of course."
"What palace?" I question.
"The Asgardian palace."
"Asgard?" I take a step back as I recognize him. The man who attacked New York a few years ago. "How did I get to Asgard?"
"I don't know." He glares at me. "Who are you?"
"Abigail Stark."
His eyes flash. "Stark? Your a kin of Tony?"
I nod, and stand a little taller. I could tell he feared my father, and that made me feel more secure. "He's my father."
"Father." He raises an eyebrow. "I was unaware Mr. Stark had such a lovely daughter." He smirks like his compliment is supposed to do something to me. Is it bad that it did? A light fluttered took hold of my stomach as his beautiful eyes scrutinized me. "I'm Loki." He holds out his hand, and I know I should grab it, but I'm stricken by fear and whatever is going on in my stomach.
I just stare at his hand before looking up. He looks almost hurt as he pulls his hand away. "I want to go home." I say quietly and try to keep it from sounding like a whine.
"As you wish." Loki whispers with a sweeping bow. "To the bifrost."