I pushed my way up to the co-pilot seat, "Kurt, make sure the king is all tucked in, and we'll get going."

Kurt helped Loki find a seat as I put on my flight headphones and readied the co-pilot's instruments and controls in case Frank had to hand it off to me at some point.

"We made it," Loki breathed, "I cannot believe we actually made it."

I sighed, "it's not over until the fat lady sings," I said simply as we took off from Asgard, "we'll be pursued, and probably bombed knowing the Asgardians," I looked back at my king, who was looking a little worried again, "not to worry, Sire. Frank's one of the best pilots to ever come out of Australia."

"When he adjusts his bifocals," Lars sniffed.

"Is that a crack about my age?" Frank snapped back.

"Easy kids," I rolled my eyes, "only six more hours to go." It was ironic me calling them kids, when I was actually the youngest, but if they were going to act like children, I would treat them as such.