Nikki.
I watched as Kirk and Frigga exchanged un loving glances towards each other. I could sense the tension as Kirk asked for a room for us to sleep in. I tried to shake that feeling off. I didn't like it when people fought. it made me feel uneasy. Especially if they are...oh I don't know...My best friend and a queen of some realm! I took a deep breath and let it go. Instead, I looked at Kirk.
"But-" I tried to talk.
"No, I think we need some rest. We are weary travelers." She cut me off, smiling sweetly at the two Royals. Frigga tensed up.
"Of course. You need your rest. I'll have one of our loyal guardians of the palace escort you to your rooms. We bade you a good rest. I will send someone for you two when our feast is ready." Odin smiled kindly, but there was something in his eyes that made me feel uncomfortable and unwelcome.
"Thank you. So much." Kirk thanked Odin and only relaxed a little. I sighed and gave a longing glance at the large hall we were in. I didn't want to leave, but I was sure as hell wasn't going to leave Kirk alone.
"Ho! What is this my eyes behold?" Kirk and I heard a voice behind us yell out. I jumped. Bad. Kirk turned on her heel to see who it was. And so did I.
"Who called me a HOE?!" Kirk shouted.
Before us were 4 people. 3 men, 1 lone woman. The men ranged greatly in appearance. One was a little on the husky side with a long beard and large stomach. His hair seemed to be a slight ginger color that reach the small of his back. It was fashioned into a messy, fuzzy braid. A small grin was on his face as he approached us. The other one was very solemn. Not a single emotion played on his face. The man's eyes were a shining black, eyeing us like a hawk. His hair was long, rough looking and black. It was done into a braid like the other man. He stood, feet shoulder-width apart, and hand folded neatly near his crotch. The last man had short, blonde hair, fashioned into a old timey Renaissance shape. A pointy goatee also adorned his face. He had blue eyes and a wide smile. A sword hung on his back.
The last of the 4 was the woman. A stern face, like Frigga, but shining, black, silky hair. Only the sides of her hair were braided, for she let the rest flow down to her waist. She seemed confused, but ready to defend her city.
"Ah, Nikki...Kirk. This is Sif and the Warriors 3. Holgun, Volstagg, and Fandraal." Frigga introduced us to the newcomers. Holgun was the silent one. Volstagg was the husky one and Fandraal was the Renaissance man.
"It is a pleasure to meet such fine ladies on a day such as this. And my apologies. I did't not call you a whore. I simply said hello." Fandraal stepped forward and took my hand. I nearly jerked away, but he held it firm, lightly kissing it. My face went red and I stepped back. Fandraal went to do the same to Kirk, but she stopped him.
"I prefer to greet someone formally." She stuck her hand out as if to shake his. He looked at her hand if it was some foreign object. "Shake it." She told him.
"Ah!" His eyes lit up and he took her hand, shaking it roughly.
"Our apologies! Fandraal here swoons over every lady he sees. Volstagg, at your service!" The husky one grinned happily and bowed shortly.
"Nikki. Of New York." I smiled back, introducing my self. Kirk had finally pulled away from the grasp of Fandraal. "This is Kirk."
"What are they doing here? Who are they?" Sif stepped up to talk to Frigga. I quickly got the sense that she didn't like us that much.
"Odin has forseen them in a dream of his. Apparently, one of them represents the past. The other...the future." Frigga repeated Odin's words.
"The past? How far in the past? And the future? What of it?" Sif looked worried.
"We do not know." Frigga shrugged. Sif humphed, glared at us and took off, her long black hair flowing behind her.
"What's her problem?" Kirk asked out loud.
"Like some, she does not approve of strange guests arriving without notice." Frigga responded. I shrunk back, feeling guilty.
"Yes. Now, how about that room? I kind of need to sleep?" Kirk responded rudely.
"Ah! I shall escort you young ladies to your bedchambers." Fandraal grinned. Volstagg, who stood next to me whispered in me ear, "I'd be wary traveling with him. He'll do more than escort you to your bedchambers." I nodded, taking note of that.
"Alright. If that's our only way of freaking getting a room, then, let's go." Kirk sighed and Fandraal smiled, walking forward. We both followed.
We were able to make it to the bedchambers without any trouble, though I did have to defend myself from Fandraal's advances. Though rusty of kickboxing, I still knew a few important moves and that seemed to work. Fandraal himself seemed to be surprised at me.
"The palace has a height of 10,000 feet with a width of about 26,000 so the area would have to be about...260,000,000. Roughly" I spit out as we entered the room and shut the door.
"Uh-huh." Kirk nodded and collapsed onto the bed. It had four bedpost rising above our height, a thin sheet of fabric laying atop the posts, making a canopy. The headboard had intricate carvings and designs.
"WE have to share a bed? We both know that you take up most of the room in the bed." I asked.
"Yes! It's the only way. Stop asking questions. Just...stop talking." She moaned. I creased my eyebrows.
"What's wrong?" I asked her, sitting on the bed.
"I just don't like it here. No one here likes me. It's hell. I just want to go back to earth. I think this is just a trippy dream and I'm waiting to wake up." Kirk sighed.
"One person likes you." I told her.
"Fandraal doesn't count. He's the ultimate man whore."
"Not him. Me! You're my best friend!" I jumped on the bed, making it wobble.
"Well...yeah. But Frigga seems to like you more."
"Is this what it's all about? Frigga?" I asked her.
"No. I just dont like it here. Could you please...please...leave me alone for a little while. I need to think." Kirk shooed me away. I got off the bed.
"If you need me...just call me." I sighed and opened the wooden door. Adventure time...I guess.