CHAPTER 13

It has been over a year since the incident. During that year she stayed in the palace of Asgard with Loki, who was now the king of Asgard. The palace was rebuilt afterwards, and it now looked awfully like the castle in the Disney film frozen. Heimdall didn't die. The frozen ice on him eventually melted and was now serving the king as usual. Thor was banished from Asgard, but he got to have his hammer back afterwards. Everything was going alright and the Asgardian citizens were beginning to accept Loki as their new leader. Although things were going happily and smoothly but for me,it felt wrong. I missed the days back in the tower with Tony and Steve and the rest. I missed the days where Tony and I strolled in the central park, walking Hela the chicken. I missed the days where I would help them with their inventions, flying around in my own iron man (or iron woman .I insisted it to be called so many times) suit. But I knew that those days were gone and they're never coming back. I've checked on them several times through Heimdall. They've built another base for the avengers in basically the middle of nowhere. SHIELD's back up and running again and Fury's well...still furious about that incident. Steve didn't get paralysis, thank god, but Tony did. He had paralysis from the waist downwards which basically meant that he had to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. I felt so guilty about that. I did this to him. The night at the avenger's tower and the hospital still haunts me even after all this time. My recurring nightmare. My past. He couldn't fly in his suit anymore, neither could he save people anymore. I was just told a few weeks ago that he was also suffering from sever depression. Everybody was certain that I did it which was true. They all hate me so much now, for what I've done. I couldn't blame them, I hated myself too.

Back here right now, in reality in Asgard, I'm sitting on my bedroom balcony, legs hanging off of the railings. A soft warm wind blew by, my hair brushing by my cheeks. From here I could see most of the city. The buildings, the citizens. It felt so calm, as if no one could ever break the peace and happiness of this small town. I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door. Slipping off of the balcony railings, i walked towards the door.

"Hello?" I asked, opening the door. Charles, my personal servant was there.

"Hello. The ball is beginning soon. Are you all ready? Your father has asked me to come up and collect you." He asked politely.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I nearly forgot. Just give me a second..." I rushed to my wardrobe, and opened the door. I'd been so busy thinking about the avengers that I'd forgotten about the annual palace ball. I quickly put on my dress and pulled my hair into a decent bun. That'll do ,I thought, It's all I have time for anyways. Grabbing my heels, I rushed out of the room, trying to run and put on my shoes at the same time. That probably wasn't exactly the most elegant sight to see. Thank god dad wasn't here.

When I got down into the ballroom, I was glad to find out that it had just started and that I hadn't missed out much. I slid through the crowd to find my dad talking with some other people. Probably the kings or queens from some other realm. Startled by a soft tap on my shoulders, I turned around.

"You made it!" said Gabriel cheerfully. Gabriel was the prince of some other realm. I think dad's quiet fond of the idea of me marrying him, but that's only because of some random political stuff.

"Yeah ,yeah." I replied, happy to find out that it was him other than an assassin trying to kill me for another random political stuff. "Well, i kind of had to come didn't I?" I added, shrugging my shoulders, feeling a bit more relaxed.

"You wanna dance together?"

"Yeah, sure, why not." I said, trying to sound enthusiastic about it. Personally I don't like him too much. He's alright, but I don't love him. Although I think he like me. We joined in with the other couples dancing in the center of the room, slowly waltzing to the music. This is going to be a long night ,I thought as i resisted the urge to yawn.

FOUR YEARS LATER

Another 4 years had past. I was already 20 years old. It had been a long time since I was last on earth. I was starting to forget the things I did while I was down there. I couldn't remember much of the avengers any more. I couldn't remember how any of them looked, and the memories were starting to become a blur. I could only remember that they were very good people who I was bad to. I betrayed their trust, took away what mattered to them, and even killed one of them.

Back on Asgard there was finally peace in the 9 realms. Apparently uncle Thor's living with a midsgard guy in a midsgard house living a midsgard life. Seems like the midsgard life suited him well? There's new people in the avengers group. New guys. The next generation. Most of them's retired. Tony's living with Pepper on a farm, which sounds pretty romantic to me. Natasha and Clint's helping training the new people and everybody's given up the hope of ever seeing me again. I've been banned from visiting earth ever since I returned by my dad. He's turned to dark now, I don't even recognize him. The loving and warm side of him was gone, and all that's left now was the cold unsentimental guy that works 24/7. He's said to me, once, that he never actually wanted the throne and all of this. He just wanted to prove to Odin and Thor that he could just be like one of them. To prove to them that he's worthy. But he can't give up and stop this now, not anymore.

"Ana," Loki's voice appeared behind me. I knew it was him since only he called me Ana. "I have a mission for you."

"What is it father?" i asked when I saw his expression.

"I need you to go to earth."