A/N- Wassup, I'm back! So, this is actually something that happened to me last week, but it was still cool and I wanted to share it with you all. I'm part of the Speech/Debate team, right? Well, we had a competition, and I competed in impromptu. Basically, they give you a topic and you have five minutes to write a speech. So, this is my first time competing (I had observed in the last competition, but hadn't actually competed. That'll come into the story later, though.) and I was the only freshman, as well as the only one without any experience. The first round there were six people, and my speech was shitty. But I still got fifth place, which was better than I had hoped. The second round had six people as well, and my speech was a bit better. I thought I'd get third place, tops. Nope. I won. And I flipped shit. And this one kid, Knox. He had competed last time, came in dead last but said 'I still did better than you, you didn't even compete.' My reply was that 'How can you compare yourself to me, I didn't compete, that's the point.' But still, he was an ass. One of our classmates, who had sat in on both some of my and Knox's practice rounds, said that I was far better. So, I took a picture of my rank and sent him a text saying 'SUCK IT, B!TC#!' So, children, that is how you get a bitch to suck it and eat his words. And so, despite all the shit that happened last week, it was a pretty cool day.

So, that all had pretty much nothing to do with anything. We'll get to the reviews now.

ThatPsychoAmeteurWriterCassia: Why danke, Leche. And, you didn't have to tell me. I don't have any plans on abandoning the story this time. And BTW, you misspelled 'amateur'. XD Luv ya, sissycuz!

On to the only part you people actually care about: the story!

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I slept surprisingly peacefully that night. Loki had allowed my to sleep on one of the chairs, even giving me a blanket. I didn't think I would actually be able to fall asleep there, especially given that I was with Loki. Even if it weren't for New York, he doesn't exactly have the best reputation as being the most trustworthy in the Norse pantheon. Yet there was something that put me at ease, a simple trust in him that let me relax, despite his reputation.

I woke up later, but there was no telling how long I had slept in these cells. Sitting in the chair across from me was Loki, flipping nonchalantly through a book. He glanced up as he heard me stirring. "You must be incredibly naive to sleep in the presence of someone you hardly know. Especially someone like me."

I shrugged. "You wouldn't hurt me. I don't think. I mean, I'm interesting, aren't I? Plus, I haven't slept in a week. This is pretty much the safest I've felt in a long time."

Loki raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. "Where is it you come from that is so much more dangerous than being with an immortal villain?"

"It's not so much where as who." I snorted lightly. "My family- if you can even call them that- don't exactly like me. Hell, I don't even know why they kept me around. I'm not even their kid. They just found me one day, sitting in a little crib on their doorstep. No note, no explanation, nothing. Not even they are sure why they kept me. It certainly wasn't out of love. I've got enough scars to prove that."

Loki was silent, staring at me contemplatively. I realized he was probably connecting my life to his. He took a breath before speaking. "So, about this magic, which you apparently possess. I assume you have not had any form of training in it?"

I shook my head. "Didn't even know I had it."

"Well, then, seeing as we have almost nothing else to do, I suppose I ought to teach you, shouldn't I?" he sighed. "I certainly can't have you accidentally destroying something. It's not as if I own much, I'd like to protect what I do have."

I nodded and grinned. "Cool. Let's get to work."

Magic came surprisingly easy to me. Loki was a good teacher, though not very patient. Luckily, it only took me a few tries to learn what he was teaching. The first thing he taught me was the basics, things like invisibility, levitation, etcetera. He showed me how to reach for my magic, which was living like a core inside me. And it truly was living. I could feel it, an almost sentient thing writhing about within me, begging to be released. It was enthralling, but also terrifying, because it was asking to be released malevolently, it wanted to be used to massacre and torture, maim and destroy. Loki was slightly baffled by this as well, and we started working on teaching me how to keep it all under control.

It had been about a week, and I was making pretty good progress. When Loki wasn't teaching me magic, we were reading, or playing chess. We had found out that I had a natural affinity for teleportation, even able to exit the cell, despite it being magic-proof. I couldn't bring Loki with me, though. So, we settled for teaming up to cause mayhem around the palace. (Those guards still didn't know why their uniforms were pink and frilly, nor how to change them back.)

It was on one of those excursions that I was actually discovered, despite doing everything I could to avoid detection.

I was walking down the hall, creeping towards the kitchen. I was gonna put a little spell on some of the food so it would turn to cockroaches upon being served. Nothing that would hurt anyone, but it certainly wouldn't be pleasant. Plus, I could grab a quick dessert as a reward.

Everything was going as planned until I found myself face-to-face with the head of a hammer decorated in various Norse runes. Attached to this hammer was the arm of a rather tall, muscular, blonde god who did not look happy to see me.

"Who are you, and how did you get here?" he demanded.

I tried to smile mischievously, but it came across as more 'oops, please don't kill me'. I knew that this was, of course, Thor, and his temper was not to be messed with. "Uhhh… I'm… not?"

He raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing me. "Yet I see you standing before me."

I cleared my throat, my mind racing to piece together this story. It was stupid, and probably wouldn't work, but I kinda had to run with it at this point. "Except you don't. Not really. You're dreaming. I'm… your subconscious."

"My subconscious is a young girl wandering the halls?" he replied skeptically.

I nodded slowly. "Apparently. The question isn't so much what I am, though, as much as what I represent."

Thor looked at me like I was crazy, and I started to elaborate, knowing fully well I was just digging my own grave. "Yeah. You see, dreams always mean something. I'm trying to tell you something, something important. Why don't you go and… ponder this… alone… in your… room." I began to walk slowly backward, talking nonsensically about Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung and other psychobabble, not even sure myself what I was saying, just hoping to confuse the hell out of him. I came to the part of the hall where it broke off in a turn. I cleared my throat. "I'm… just gonna, like… go…. soo… bye!"

I turned tail and ran, making sure I was invisible and my footsteps silent. I heard Thor come around the corner, but he didn't see me. He shook his head and walked away. I sent a silent prayer to Heimdal that he wouldn't say anything about me. I teleported back to the cell, out of breath. Loki raised an eyebrow at me. "Did it go well?"

I let out a breathy laugh. "Uhh… it was certainly interesting."

A/N- So, the last part just kinda came to me during class. I don't know why. XD So, if you all could fave, follow, review, and PM me, por favor, that would be much appreciated! 😊 ¡Gracias!