"Now, Mr. Laufeyson," Dr. Temple looked up from his clipboard. "If that molded you, then what didn't?"

I sighed. "Everything else."

He was quiet. "Are you sure?" he asked finally.

I knit my eyebrows. "No," I said. "The story of the time Thor and I got a bunk bed for Christmas…"

"A bunk bed?" he asked. "When?"

I was eight years old and Thor was ten. It was the first time we have ever celebrated a mortal holiday. And might I say, I do like Christmas!

"Everyone does." Dr. Temple raised an eyebrow.

I looked back up at the ceiling.

Hmm… I think I'll start off with Christmas Eve night when we were opening a couple of early presents—

"Hold up," the doctor interrupted. "Mr. Laufeyson."

"Hmm?" I looked over.

"How long is this story going to take?" he looked at his watch on his wrist.

"Ah…" I thought about it for a moment. "Trh, trh, trh… Sss… Bubububub—"

"Mr. Laufeyson, please speak English."

"About an hour." I confirmed.

"Skip to the end when you and Thor unwrap your presents on Christmas morning."

My eyes narrowed. "Which… Presents…?"

"How many presents did you get?" he raised his voice with concern.

"One hundred, ninety-nine." I answered.

"How many did Thor get?"

"… Six hundred, seventy-two."

Dr. Temple sat back in his chair. "That is a lot of presents."

I nodded.

Thor and I ran to the Christmas tree (which you can barely see because of all the presents bundled up next to it) and we grabbed as many presents as our hearts desired and ripped them open, where mother and father sat on the sofa still drinking their morning tea to wake up. They watched us as we tossed aside socks occasionally and mostly we would scream with excitement as we unwrapped a mortal dinosaur toy or a toy monster truck that you control with a remote. My favorite toy, I'd say, was that UFO that flew. And yes, it had a remote to it. That thing was the best toy I have ever seen! In a matter of fact I still have it today… Only it's in my room and I can't get it because I'm doomed to be here for the rest of my life, reading books and occasionally going on tumblr.

"Tumblr?" asked the doctor.

"Ah, yeah," I replied. "Everyone on Asgard has an account." I lied.

Dr. Temple wrote something down on his clipboard again.

*Sigh* Anyway, our parents told us to go to our rooms real quick like and we found a golden bunk bed. It was so beautiful until three weeks later, Thor jumped on the top while I was sleeping on the bottom and it collapsed. Turns out it wasn't metal after all, but just painted wood.

"Is that the end?" Dr. Temple asked.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Are you sure this didn't mold you? Because last I've checked, a simple grounding did."

"Oh?" I smirked.

He sighed as he shook his head and face palmed. "Can one of you hand me 'the bag?'" Dr. Temple asked with hand quotations.

One of the guards handed him a blue backpack. The doctor unzipped it, pulled out an eight-week-old black kitten with enormous green eyes, and put the pack down at his feet. He smiled at the kitten and pet it a couple of times. "This is you, Mr. Laufeyson."

"If that is me, then I suggest you stop it with the petting," I replied. "I don't like pets."

He rolled his eyes as he plopped the cat in my hands. It laid down on my chest and began to lick my chin. I took a deep breath in disgust. "Does my breath really stink that bad?"

"Not necessarily," He replied. "Do you know how hard it is to find a black cat with green eyes, Mr. Laufeyson?"

"No." I answered.

"It's hard. Sadly, I couldn't find one with a bad attitude."

It began to purr as it started to lick my nose. "May I give this pathetic creature back to you, Dr. Temple?"

"No," he replied. "This is all part of the treatment. You can't get rid of the animal. This is how Thor feels."

"But I'm not the one tormenting him," I shouted like a teenager who was in trouble. "He's the one tormenting me!"

"Thor is annoyed about the fact that you destroyed New York."

"And Jotunheim. But I am in prison now!"

He rolled his eyes. "Now I want you to sit up and love the kitten."

"What?" I asked.

"Just do it."

I sat up and I began to pet the little kitten. Although I will admit, if I were to turn into a cat, I'd probably look just like it. "Is it mine to keep?" I asked.

The doctor raised an eyebrow. "No, it's not. It belongs to the humane society in Seattle Washington."

I looked back down at the kitten and at that moment, one of the guards calmly took it out of my hands.

"Tell me, Mr. Laufeyson, how did it feel to love something and then it was taken away?" the doctor asked.

"I didn't love it," I replied. "But that abundantly pathetic animal was… semi cute."

He was quiet. "So you're saying an adorable little kitten like that is just half cute?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"How fascinating." He said sarcastically.

"Indeed." I replied.

He pulled out a large piece of paper with a doodle on it. "What does this look like to you?" he asked.

"It looks like a hair ball." I replied.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"No," I tilted my head sideways. "It looks like a… Like a two-year-old's drawing, maybe?"

"Well," said Dr. Temple. "Sadly that's correct, because my daughter drew this or me and she's two."

"Then why are you showing me this?" I asked.

"I just wanted to know what it was." He replied.

I was quiet. "Oh?"