NIKKI

I closed the door behind me and sighed, leaning up against the wall for only a second. Okay. Kirk was being very moody. Usually, she was happy unless she was on her period. But now, she was just totally upset and...she kicked me out of the room. SHE KICKED ME OUT THE OF THE ROOM! She would never doo that, now I had no clue where to go...not sure where I even was...but that only made the journey that much more fun! I pushed a smiled onto my face and set off into the vast halls.
I was careful where I stepped. I had been walking carelessly and tripped over uneven stones that were laying on the ground. The slightest sound echoed off the wall and when I tripped, it rung out loudly. I hissed and started to inch away from the hallway and to an open light that I could see at the end of this dank tunnel. I was quick to make my way down and out into a large foyer. It was blank and the walls were clean.

A single chair sat in the corner. Drapes hung from the windows and a flight of stairs lead down to what I figured was the main hall. I stopped, took my time and tried to decide where I would go first. I had nearly a whole afternoon to kill. My first instinct was to go up a flight of stairs that lead to a room I had not been before. And as usual, I listened to my instinct. I was quick to clamber up the flight of stairs, praying that no one would see me. I was scared that I shouldn't actually be wandering around the castle and I didn't want to upset Frigga. She was such a nice person!
When I made it up to the top of the stairs, I pushed through a wooden door, using all my body strength. It creaked open just slightly, but just enough that I could slop through the crack and let the door shut behind me.
I stood in a giant room. HUGE. I'm pretty sure it could have been an extension to the palace itself. I guess that it was about 10,000 square feet minus the restrooms. IF they had any. It was beautiful. A dome ceiling with a skylight, couches and closets. The walls were stone, marble and gold. The floors were a shiny metallic color and dull colored rugs were placed among in certain patterns.I could scarcely hear wind chimes from afar, but chose to ignore those and just examine the inside of the room.
Among the cabinets and desks, I saw what seemed to be royal paintings and portraits. They weren't pictures, just beautifully crafted paintings and murals. I gawked and wandered over to a group of smaller paintings that were in frames. Picking one up, I stared at it. It was quite intriguing.
In the frame was a family portrait. A cute family to say! It was possibly 4 or so years ago, basing my knowledge off of the state of Frigga and Odin. Both of them seemed young, but not too young. Their children also seemed to be grown and using my inference skills that they luckily taught us in school, Frigga had said some things about her sons, leading me to believe that they weren't that old, but they weren't kids either.
Frigga and Odin were standing in royal garbs, two young men in front of them. Now, because it was a painting and looked like it had gone through some tough loving, the details weren't very clear. The two young men were wearing green and the other red. The man in the red was thick and blonde hair, reaching his muscular shoulders. He had blue eyes that shined like a diamond I had once seen in a museum. The other man had long, black hair, pale face and green eyes. His jawline was sharp and very clear to see. This one was more lanky.

"It's beautiful isn't?" A deep, throbbing voice bounced off the walls of the room. I jumped and dropped the painting.

"I'm...so sorry!" I quickly picked up the painting, frame still in tact, placing it back on the desk.

"No! No! I did not intentionally mean to startle you." The voice responded. I turned around and saw the boy in the picture. Blonde haired, brawny, chiseled, bearded face.

"You...you're the boy from the picture!" I let out a small yell.

He laughed, "Ah, yes. I value that portrait. It means very much to me. For our family, it's a painful reminder." The man sighed and turned away from it, as if he couldn't bear the sight of it.

"So...um, what's your name?" I looked down at the ground, twisting my foot. Being in the presence of royalty made me nervous...for as far as I knew. I had only met three so far.

"I am Thor Odinson. Son of Odin. And you are?" He asked. I looked up and blushed.

"Nikki. Nikki Carlsen." I told him.

"Nikki, Son of Carl! Pleased to meet your acquaintance! Will you be accompanying my family to dinner?" He asked, brightening up.

"Yes. My friend and I will actually. I'm not alone." I told him.

"It would be a pleasure to meet your friend. We love having guests." Thor smiled widely.

"Ah. Um, so I'll be going..." I began to slowly back out of the room, when Thor followed.

"May I escort you to your bed chambers?" He asked politely, unlike Fandraal, who meant it to sound dirty.

"Uh...Sure, but my friend is sleeping, so I don't think you should uh..you know, come in." I stumbled over my words, not wanting to be rude.

"Of course." Thor nodded and followed me out of the room.

On the way back, Thor went on to talk about the many adventures he had with Sif and the Warriors Three and adventures that he went on by himself, battling Bilgesnipe, which I had never even heard of. That was when he started to get excited about the Avengers initiative that he had been enrolled in. All he spoke about was the fighting and the large mechanical weapons that S.H.I.E.L.D used. I smiled and nodded politely. Some of it was interesting, while other parts of it was just plain boring. But I didn't want to be rude.

We reached my bed chambers and he said goodbye, gently taking my hand lightly pressing his lips on it. My first instinct was to pull away, but once again, I didn't want to be rude. I blushed madly.

"Well, um, Uh...just...uh, bye then!" I gave a short wave and backed into the door, swinging it open and closing it quickly on the other side.

"KIRK!" I yelled.