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-Full- Summary: Things are not well at the museum when a new exhibit arrives. With a new artifact comes new curses, new magic, and new friends. At first, things are great, and the museum is more popular then ever! But suddenly things take a turn for the worst when three all-powerful ancient Egyptian gods get involved, wanting revenge on mankind.
Now it's up to Larry and the gang to stop these misfit deities from taking out everything and everyone in their path, all before sunrise!
A/n: Well...I think I just destroyed the little respect for this story that I was able to build for this story in that last chapter, so if anyone out there is still reading this...well, you get a cookie.
A couple things: I wasn't originally going to add the Norse gods in this fic (truth be told, they had totally slipped my mind) but then someone else jogged my memory in the NATM archive...Sorry but I forgot what it was called, so my bad. (You know who you are!) And I totally love Loki (but not as much as Ahy, of course XD).
QUESTION: Did they have doors in ancient Egypt? I don't think so, but let's pretend that they do for this chapter, mkay?
Humans want to conquer everything they can, and buy everything they see. I think this is because humans have forgotten how to be happy. It's not their fault – it's not easy figuring out how to be happy in these days of anything – but – moderation. But it's possible.
Step one: start with the basics.
Step two: try not to make the same mistake twice.
-A.S. King, The Dust of 100 Dogs
Ahk just barely caught her before she fell over. Seeing her had surprised him, so he had almost fallen over himself. He gently lifted her up, holding her against him. She seemed so small and fragile compared to him. But when he looked closer at her face, he realized it was the same girl – Viola – he had seen the other night.
It was Sully.
No, it was the girl who looked like Sully. And the halls were quiet, so it must have been the day of the week when it closed to the outside. Larry had wanted to keep at least one day when things used to be like they were before, when it was just them. (Ahkmenrah agreed with him; occasionally, things would become a bit too overwhelming. Nothing was the same from when he had ruled.)
So how did Viola get past Larry? Larry always took his job seriously (at least during the day) and made sure everyone was out when they needed to be.
Glancing around briefly, he went back into his tomb and laid her down on the ground. He had just stood up when she stirred and her eyes flickered open. She almost immediately sat straight up, before quickly taking in her surroundings. Then her eyes landed on him.
They widened and she hastily got up. "Oh my God it's you!" Viola said quickly, pointing her finger at him. "I mean, I knew I had seen you before and I was here the other day and...Did you just get out of that sarcophagus?"
He nodded and raised an eyebrow. She quickly strode past him and walked further into his tomb over to his sarcophagus. Ahkmenrah followed her, stopped next to her. Then he realized that she was looking at the empty coffin, the lid of it on the floor.
"That's impossible. Shouldn't there be a mummy inside of there or some –" she cut herself off, and it finally clicked. "Oh my gosh, so you're not actually an actor? Of course you're not, you just…so you're…" Her voice trailed off, and she leaned on the hieroglyphic covered wall before sliding all the way down it onto the floor, running her fingers through her hair in the process. Viola looked up at him, and said, "Am I going crazy?"
Ahkmenrah chuckled slightly before kneeling down next to her. "No, I don't believe so."
"How exactly…I mean, how -?"
"My tablet. It brings everything in the museum to life. Or at least it does at night."
"Everything in the museum?" Viola repeated, her eyebrows shooting up. "So…wait. Everything's alive? It's not robotic? It's real?"
Ahkmenrah nodded, smiling slightly. "Yes, everything is real. Larry put people under the impression of it all being…mechanical, but it isn't."
Viola was quiet for a moment; letting his words sink in, before leaning her head back against the wall and shutting her eyes. "This is insane," she muttered. She opened her eyes and looked at him, cocking her head slightly. "So you're Ahkmenrah." He nodded. "And you come to life at night because of your magic tablet." He nodded again. "Wow, and Bonnie thinks this place is boring," she said, laughing once afterwords. Viola stood up and started to walk out of the tomb.
He suddenly didn't want her to leave him, so he got up himself and hurried to catch up. "What are you doing?" he asked.
She looked at him, a certain excited gleam in her eyes. "I'm going to go look around. Knowing that this place is actually alive makes a difference then thinking that it's all just mechanical." Viola walked out of his tomb and out into the vacant hall. She stopped. No one was here, which seemed odd because of the new addition –
Oh, dear. "I'm not supposed to be here, am I?" Viola asked him, turning around to face him.
Ahkmenrah hesitated. On one hand, he could go to Larry, tattling on the girl in front of him for being here when she really wasn't supposed to. On the other, he was standing in front of the girl who looked and acted like Sully – his Sully. She could be her reincarnation. And if that was the case, then he could get his friend back.
He settled on the latter. "No, Larry will not mind-"
"Oh God you paused," she said, her face falling, looking away.
"No I didn't," he said quickly.
"Yes, you did. You paused, like you wanted to say yes but you didn't. Then I should be-" she started to walk away, but he caught her arm.
"I can show you around, if you would like," Ahk blurted out, not wanting her to leave. He blinked, wondering if the words had even come out of his mouth, but once he realized that they had, he quickly added, "I mean, well if you still want to stay here."
Viola beamed, the gleam returning to her eyes. "That would be awesome! Sure you won't mind wasting your time with me?"
Wasting. Ha! If he wanted to waste his time, he would go to the hall of miniatures and listen to Jedediah and Octavius argue all night. But the real question was why did he want to stay with this girl?
"Of course not," Ahkmenrah said, offering his arm to her and smiling himself.
"Then lead the way," said Viola, taking his arm.
"But you drove for the past three nights!" whined Octavius. "It's my turn tonight!"
"Quit your whinin', Octie! Now, help me tie this thing back on!" said Jedediah. The two were standing behind of the remote car, attempting to tie the string that held on Rexy's bone. The dinosaur had successfully caught up with the car last night and had torn the bone completely off of the car. With the help of a passing Sacagawea, they had managed to at least get the bone back from the puppy-like skeleton. Now all they had to do is tie it back on, and hurry, because even with Nick riding him, there was no telling when Rexy would come back and start chewing on the bone again.
"Ack!" cried Octavius, pulling his hand back and waving it in Jed's face. "You tied my hand!"
"Well maybe if you would've moved your hand and helped me, then that wouldn't have happened," said Jed, crossing his arms and watching as the Roman tried to undo the knot on his wrist by pulling on it.
"You did that on purpose!"
"No I didn't! I reckon you're just tryin' to blame this on me 'cause you know it's your fault!"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"You – ugh, nevermind! Just – help me get this off!"
Jedediah, smirking at his victory, the cowboy quickly untied the knot, making Octavius scowl and cross his arms over his chest.
"Now try n' stay outta this knot, will ya?" Jed mocked as he successfully tied the string back to the car's bumper. "Fine, I'll let ya drive."
Octavius pumped his fist in the air before running over to the driver's side of the remote car and getting in. Jedediah followed on the other side, but more slowly.
"Now why do I think I'm gonna regret doin' this?" he muttered to himself before getting in the car's passenger seat.
"Dang 'gun it! Are you tryin' to kill me?" shouted Jedediah as the remote car got back on all four wheels. Seconds before, Octavius had made a too-sharp turn, and it had sent them doing a kind of sideways wheelie. At least they hadn't crashed...yet.
"My apologies; that was a little far fetched," said Octavius sheepishly.
"Far fetched? I ain't never lettin' you drive this thing again!"
"Jed, Octavius, there you guys are!" said Larry, walking into the room, followed by a smug looking Rebecca.
"Evenin' Gigantor!"
Larry opened his mouth to correct Jed (again) about his nick name, but then just gave up. What was the point, anyway?
"Have either of you guys seen Ahk?" he asked.
"No," said Octavius, frowning slightly. "Why do you ask?"
Larry shrugged. "No reason."
Rebecca snorted. "He's just nervous that he'll loose the bet he made with me if Ahk doesn't turn up," she said, smirking and crossing her arms. Larry glared sideways at her.
"No I'm – oh whatever. Just...tell him if you see him that he needs to get his ancient butt down to the lobby before the soccer game starts."
"Can do, Gigantor!"
"Thanks guys," said Larry nervously before turning the other direction and walking out of the room. Rebecca grinned and followed him.
"She's probably gonna win," muttered Jedediah, watching them go.
"Most likely," agreed Octavius. Then he turned his attention back to the car and it's controls. "Now hold on!"
Jedediah grabbed both the arm of his chair and the handle above his head as Octavius started driving like a mad man again.
Eventually, they ran into Rexy – who was still being ridden by Nick – and he automatically started to follow them. After three turns, Octavius noticed a tip of golden colored cloth disappearing behind a corner. He jerked the car to the left, causing another awkward wheelie.
"What the heck is wrong with you, man?" cried Jedediah once the car had stopped.
"Well I saw –" What the two hadn't counted on, however, was Rexy catching up to the car once they had stopped. When Rexy reached them, he immediately knelt down and started chewing on it. Nick laughed and slid off his back.
"You guys are getting more daring with that car!" he said, walking around and kneeling down in front of the car. The scene he saw was funny; Octavius was grinning widely and Jedediah had one hand still on the handle and one covering his face.
"Blame him," he groaned, pointing a finger at Octavius. The Roman put on an innocent face, making Nick laugh again.
"Wow," muttered a new voice from behind him. Nick stood up and turned around. Standing a ways away was Ahkmenrah and a girl with black hair.
"Who are you?" asked Nick. "And I thought the museum was closed on Sundays."
"I'm Viola," she said, stepping forward to shake his hand. "I guess I didn't exactly get the memo of this place being...closed."
"I'm Nick. And – wait...so do you know-?"
"That this place is alive and not fake?" she finished for him, smiling slightly. He nodded. "Yeah." Nick glanced at the Pharaoh behind her; Ahk shrugged.
"Ok...well, I'm Larry's son. He's the night guard here."
"And he's been lookin' for ya, Ahkie!" said Jedediah, getting out of the car. He looked pale; like he was going to get sick. Octavius got out of the car as well, and let Jedediah lean on him.
"Why would Larry be...," Ahkmenrah started to say, but then it dawned on him that he was supposed to be in the soccer game that was happening tonight. But he wasn't in the mood for soccer; at least, not now. Not now that Viola was here. "Oh, no." And with that, Ahk hurried out of the room and down to the lobby.
Viola stared after him, and raised an eyebrow. Well. So much for her tour.
"Where's he...?"
"Probably down to the lobby," said Nick, rolling back on his heels. "My dad made a bet with his girlfriend that the team that Ahk is on would win in the soccer game tonight."
Viola turned around to face him. "Soccer? You guys play soccer?" she asked, not sure if she could picture the few exhibits she had seen the night before playing soccer.
Nick grinned. "Yeah, it's pretty cool. C'mon, we can go watch," he said, walking back over to Rexy. Viola cautiously followed him, stopping when Rexy took his attention off of his bone and growled at her. Viola yelped and shrunk back.
"You mean you actually ride that thing?" she said, stepping back.
"Rexy no!" cried Nick, a little too late. The dinosaur jumped over Nick and the remote car, and would have landed right on Viola if she hadn't screamed and ran out of the room. Rexy ran after her, and so did Nick, shouting for him to stop.
"We should follow them!" said Octavius. He made an attempt to go over to the driver's side of the car, but Jedediah caught him by the cape.
"Oh no, I'm drivin' partner!"
"Rexy, knock it off!" she heard Nick cry from a ways behind her.
"The dinosaur's name is Rexy?" said Viola to herself, skidding to a halt before turning right into another hallway. "How cliche!" She hid pressed herself against a side of the wall, her hand on her chest, trying to catch her breath. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she heard the loud stomping footsteps of the skeleton coming closer.
Apparently, Rexy had been closer then she had thought, because when she turned around, he was standing right there, mere feet away from her. Viola froze in place. She wanted to run, but her feet seemed to weigh a hundred pounds. Rexy roared, and he shoved her with his nose, causing Viola to fly back and hit the wall.
Nick finally caught up, and winced when he heard Viola's head crack against the wall. That was going to leave a mark...
"Rexy!" he snapped. Hearing Nick's sharp tone in voice, the dinosaur slowly turned his head to face him, acting like a guilty puppy who had just gotten caught eating his master's shoe. "Why'd you do that? Viola's new here; she was just scared of you. Try not to freak her out anymore, ok?"
Rexy hung his head before turning around and stomping out of the room, almost catching Nick with his tail. Nick hurried over to Viola, who was lying on the floor in a unconscious heap. The back of her head was sligtly wet with blood and he winced again.
Nicky got up quickly and ran over to the balcony. "DAD! REBECCA!"
Rebecca had been disappointed when Ahkmenrah actually did show up. Just in time too, because they were about to start without him. The Pharaoh was panting, poor guy, he must have just ran all the way down here.
"Ahk, there you are!" said Larry happily. "C'mon we're about to-"
He got cut off by Rexy's familiar roar and someone screaming.
"Do you think Rexy spooked Sacagawea again?" asked Larry.
"Larry," said Rebecca, pointing to her left, "she's over there with Teddy."
"Then one of the pilgrims...?" he asked more himself then her. His eyes quickly swept the room; most of the exhibits were in the lobby, waiting for Larry's ok for the game to start.
"Larry-" Ahkmenrah started to say, but he got cut off.
"DAD!" shouted Nick, catching Larry's attention on the balcony. "REBECCA! Come up here, quick!" And with that, Nick disappeared from their view.
"Nicky! What happened?" Larry shouted back, but the boy was already gone. He turned back to the exhibits. "Go ahead and start without us guys, we'll be right back," said Larry quickly, and ran over to and up the stairs. Rebecca and Ahkmenrah followed him.
"NICKY! Nick, where are you?" Larry asked loudly, looking around.
"In here!"
Larry followed the sound of his son's voice and hurried into the next hall over. Nick was standing over someone on the ground. Fearing that it was one of the exhibits, Larry quickened his pace.
"What happened?" he demanded. "Are you hurt?"
"Dad – dad I'm fine," said Nick firmly, not wanting Larry to fuss over him. "But Viola isn't."
"Viola?" asked Larry, frowning slightly.
"Yeah. She didn't know that the museum was closed today, and she stuck around. So she knows about to Tablet. Rexy scared her, and he started chasing her and...well, this happened," said Nick, gesturing to her with one arm. Rebecca knelt down next to Viola and examined her head.
"She's bleeding. Larry, I think she cracked her head. We should get her to the hospitable."
"But we can't ambulance," said Larry, "they'd wonder why the 'actors' are here on the night that the museum is closed."
"I can get my car," said Rebecca, standing up. Larry agreed with that idea and she and Nick walked out.
"Hey Ahk," said Larry, walking out backwards. "Stay here in case she wakes up."
Ahkmenrah only nodded, and watched as Larry walked off. He knelt down to Viola, feeling guilty. It was his fault for leaving her. He could have calmed Rexy down, and she wouldn't be hurt right now. He lifted her up and cradled her against his chest, not wanting her to get any more hurt then she already was.
He was near the Hall of American History, and he headed there, because he knew that there were benches near Sacagawea's exhibit. When he got there, surprisingly Lewis and Clark weren't there.
They must be down in the lobby to watch the soccer game, thought Ahkmenrah as he sat down, moving Viola into his lap. He looked down at her and moved a few stray strands of her hair away from her face. The more he looked at her, the more he just wanted to hold her. For a moment, he wanted to trace the edge of her lips with his finger.
Ahkmenrah suddenly shook his head. He barely knew this girl. No you don't, said a little voice inside of him, it's Sully. You already know Sully.
Ahk mentally scowled. Sully's dead, he told himself firmly. But most of the time, he wished that she wasn't. Sully had been just his friend, no matter how much he didn't want it to just be that. Deep down, he had always liked her a bit more then normal. (Nick had said once that that kind of feeling was a "crush", which he didn't understand at all, because why would love 'crush' someone?) But he supposed that it was quite ironic; he had been "crushed" when Sully had been murdered, and now he was getting the same feeling for Viola (who was most likely Sully's reincarnation), and he didn't want to feel that way. Or, at least, not yet.
Because what if Viola really wasn't Sully? And even if she was, what if she didn't remember him? (Well, she did recognize him. That could be a start.) Ahkmenrah was afraid that he would make the mistake loving her all over again.
But something kept nagging him that if he played his cards right, he could get Sully back and get a second chance with her. This was going to end badly, he just knew it. Just like before.
He pulled her into another room, quickly closing the door behind them. He was panting, leaning against the door so that the person on the other side couldn't get it. She, however, had her eyes on something else.
It was a large, black marble gate, with hieroglyphics carved into it and a skeleton mummy in the middle. In the middle of the mummy's chest was a familiar golden slab.
"Hey...isn't that your father's Tablet?" she asked him, walking towards the gate. He finally took his attention off the door and his eyes widened.
"Yes...this must be the anniversary present that he was talking about," he said. Once she was near it, she looked it up and down.
"Is it just me, or is this kind of creepy?" she asked, and pressed one of the keys on the Tablet.
"Sully! What are you doing?" he hissed.
"You want to see what it's for, do you not?"
"Well...yes, but can we not just-"
The two of them gasped and jumped back when the Tablet glowed and the skeleton mummy suddenly moved outwards. The gate opened, and reveled a swirling green-ish gray abyss. But when the gate had opened, he had forgotten all about to door and trying to barricade it. So the person on the other side was able to kick the door down, and tackle him. In the process, he had grabbed her arm to keep from falling over, but it backfired, and the three fell forward into the swirling abyss.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Well, that was annoying.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Good God, could no one stop that damn beeping? However, it did act as a good alarm clock, because when Viola opened her eyes, she realized that she wasn't in the museum anymore. She quickly recognized it as a hospital room, and she groaned as the memories came flooding back.
"Well I see that you're finally awake," said a female's voice to her right. Viola turned her head, but groaned again, because it hurt. Sitting in one of the chairs was a woman with curly dark brown hair. She was smiling at her, and Viola vaguely wondered if she was a stalker.
"Um...not to be rude, but who are you and why am I in a hospital room?" asked Viola, sitting up and gingerly rubbing the back of her head. She was surprised from what she felt there; four little bumps that were vertical.
"I'm Rebecca Hutman. I work at the museum and I'm Larry's girlfriend. Do you remember anything before you passed out?"
"Well...yes, but you're going to think that I'm crazy," said Viola sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. Rebecca's smile widened. What was up with this chick?
"Oh, good. Then you know about the museum."
"Wait a minute; it actually does come to life? I wasn't just dreaming?" asked Viola, her eyebrows shooting up. Rebecca chuckled.
"Yeah, I know, it's a little shocking. Rexy accidentally threw you against the wall and your skull cracked. We brought you here, and they gave you stitches, and you've been unconscious for about a week."
"A week?" repeated Viola, her voice a little higher then usual.
Rebecca laughed. "No, I'm just messing with you. You've only been out for a day, which is completely normal after you've got a concussion. Don't worry, I called your parents already, so they know that you're here."
How do you know their number? Stalker much? Viola wanted to say, but then she remembered that she had their number in her phone, and she had her phone with her, so she probably got it from that. Well, at least they weren't stalking her.
"What exactly did you tell them?" asked Viola in a quieter voice.
"I didn't tell them about the museum; and you shouldn't tell anyone either, it's kind of a secret. I just told them that you were walking out of the museum and you fell down the steps outside and hit your head. They believed me pretty well."
"Yeah, I'm not exactly graceful," muttered Viola.
"The good news is that the doctor said as soon as you woke up you could leave, so-"
"Great!" said Viola, cutting her off and swinging her legs around to side of the bed.
"-so long as you're feeling better," finished Rebecca.
"Well I am, so when can I leave?"
Rebecca raised an eyebrow, but stood up and walked out, saying, "I'll get the nurse. Stay there."
Sighing, Viola obeyed, and stared at the floor. Her latest dream made a bit more sense then the last one. The last one was just bits and pieces of scenes that she didn't understand, and this one seemed to actually have a purpose.
Well...
Oh, whatever. It didn't matter. Dreams never really meant anything, did they?
A few minutes later, Rebecca returned with a redheaded nurse. She said that Viola would have to be careful for the next few days, and she would have to take it easy. Viola quickly nodded to anything she said, sometimes even before it was out of the nurses' mouth. Just as long as she could get out of here as fast as she could and get out of that stupid night gown thing that they made all the patients wear, she didn't care what the hell the nurse had to say.
Eventually the nurse gave up and shot Rebecca a wary glance before leaving Viola's clothes and walking out.
Rebecca left as well as Viola got changed, making record time that could knock Micheal Phelps off the charts.
"I can just walk home," said Viola once she was ready and she and Rebecca were leaving.
"No, remember what the nurse said? You need to take it easy. I'll drive you home."
"But-"
"No buts. Now c'mon, I parked just around here."
Giving up, Viola followed Rebecca to her car and opened the door to the back seat.
"What are you doing? Don't you want to ride in front?" asked Rebecca.
Viola blushed slightly and shut the door. "Sorry, force of habit," she muttered. Rebecca raised an eyebrow as she climbed in the front seat, but didn't say anything else on the topic.
"You should come back to the museum when you feel better," said Rebecca after a while.
"Turn left here. Really? I thought I wasn't supposed to know about everything being alive," said Viola, glancing at Rebecca for any hint of emotion.
"No, really, it's all right. I think everyone would like to meet you as well. It'll be fun!"
This time Viola raised an eyebrow and looked at Rebecca. "Okaaay, well I'll try. But don't hold your breath; I might get locked in my room for a week until my mom knows that I'm better."
They both laughed at that, and Viola gave the rest of the directions to Rebecca as she drove to her house. Once she pulled up in the driveway, she did her best not to stare at the house.
"Yeah," said Viola, getting out of the car, "I'm kind of used to that. Anyway, thanks for everything."
"No problem," said Rebecca, tearing her eyes off the house. "See you again soon?"
"Um...ya," said Viola. "Soon." And with that, she closed the door and walked up the front steps of her house and into the familiar large doors.
Surprisingly, Viola wasn't locked away for a week. In fact, she was only fussed over for two days (but those two days were living hell for her), which was a new record. The next evening, Viola left and took a taxi to downtown, because she still had some time to burn before sunset. She walked into a small coffee shop and got a medium mocha frappuccino. She needed the caffeine to stay up all night, which was what she was planning on doing by going to the museum.
She quickly paid the cashier and hurried out of the shop, and walked into central park just as the sun went down. Taking the shortcut through the park had both worked and gave her the creeps. She got the same feeling like she had the other night when she was out near Bonnie's car. Like she was being watched.
Which was completely impossible, considering the fact that because it was dark there was almost no one in the park.
"It's all their fault, you know."
Viola whirled around; leaning against a tree behind her was a blonde teenage boy in a white dress shirt that was untucked, a green tie that wasn't tied, black jeans and hiking boots. He was smirking at her, and she blinked.
"Um...excuse me?" she asked, turning towards him slightly. But not all the way; she could run if she had to.
"The Egyptians. Or the gods, at least. It's their fault that the said museum comes to life because of that tablet."
"What do you – how do you know about that?"
He scoffed. "I should know about that damn thing. I watched them create it."
Viola stared blankly at him. "I'm sorry, who are you? And what the hell are you talking about?" The boy laughed once and pushed off of the tree. "How rude of me! I've been spending too much time around Thor. I am Loki, the god of mischief."
"...Of course you are. And I'm Viola, the god of tripping over things and getting concussions. Maybe I'm in a worse condition then I thought when I start imagining fictional gods," she muttered.
"Fictional?" repeated Loki, suddenly appearing in front of Viola.
"Hey, how'd you-"
"Look at me. I'm too gorgeous to be fictional," he said, gesturing to himself.
"Look, whatever you want, go sell it to somebody else," said Viola, sidestepping him and walking around him. Thunder rolled above them and a bolt of lightning cracked down right in front of Viola, making her jump backwards. She looked up; the sky was clear, and she could even see the Big Dipper.
"What the...," she whispered and turned back around to face her hallucination. " Anyone else believing this?* Ok, who are you really?"
"I already told you, if you would listen. Now, to cut to the chase, the gods are becoming careless. They have been neglecting their duty's and have begun to live among the mortals as if they were their equals. They have stopped using Hosts, and no longer possess mortals, which is leaving their power raw and unstable. With that much unstable power all in one place, the very fabric of reality could implode on itself and cause another Rip in the space time continuum.
"The signs of a Rip forming have already begun, only the gods neglect to notice. Countless realities are bleeding into the next, and soon your world will collapse into the Underworld; doomsday if you will. You, however, are immune to the powers of the gods. If you can break the spells on your friends and keep the scepter and Tablet's power from mixing, you'll be able to prevent all that."
"...Right."
"Don't you believe me?"
"No! Of course I don't believe you!" exploded Viola. "There's a fictional god from my imagination telling me sci-fi nonsense at night in Central Park! I think my brain is still rattled up from my concussion," said Viola, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger, "because there is no way that any of this makes sense."
"You are completely hopeless," muttered Loki, rolling his eyes.
"Sure, of course I am! The next thing I know, I'll think up Buddha so the two of you can play some godly twister!"
"I'll come back when you've got your head on straight," said Loki, and he disappeared in a puff of red smoke. Viola stared at the spot where he was for a second, then took off the cap on her coffee cup and pored it out over her shoulder.
"I'm worse then I thought," murmured Viola as she walked out of the park and flagged down a taxi to go back home.
A/n: *Viola's slowly breaking the laws of fanfiction, one step at a time. XD This is the longest chapter so far; a whole 10 pages! Wow...