Yay! Here's another one! It's Skye's dream while she still unconscious. It was originally the chapter when she woke up, but I thought I'd torture you guys a little longer. :P

Also, please point out any mess ups with the whole Thor movies/Norse mythology. I'm trying to keep it as true to the Marvel world and Norse mythology. Kaju and Astoria are just made up characters.

Please enjoy and review!

"The Other Half of Me"

"I'll bring you home…somehow."

Skye woke several hours later, not remembering anything from her purgatory. Eyes sensitive to the bright lights in the Healing Room, she shut them, holding a hand up to block the blinding lights as she barely opened them. Skye noted the pain in her stomach that radiated throughout her body. She could hear chatter and machines in the background, movement.

Wondering where the hell she was, she blinked a few times allowing her eyes to adjust before attempting to actually see her surroundings. She was amazed at the advanced technology around her before having the urge to get her hands on it.

"Wow." She whispered; taking in the strange ways these people cured patients. Their outfits were foreign as well. "I must be in some middle-eastern country." She deduced before noticing something was keeping her left hand at her side and something lightweight rested slightly painfully on her stomach. Looking down, she discovered she wore some cloth-like dress before noticing her AC sitting in the chair right next to her bed, eyes closed and head resting on the edge of her mattress. One hand held hers while the other hand rested on her stomach. His even breathing told her he was asleep. She couldn't help but to smile warmly.

Skye couldn't resist to finally touching him under positive circumstances. Using her right hand – ignoring the pain – she reached over and ran her hand through his thinning hair.

He roused, opening his baby blues and looking bewilder at their surroundings before he finally turned his head to see Skye was the one touching him. A warm, relieved smile touched his lips. "Hi," he greeted quietly in a sleepy voice.

"Hi." She returned. Skye expected him to withdraw his hands for fear of crossing the invisible line they seemed to stand near, but he didn't. Instead, he sat up, never taking his eyes off her. "Where are we, AC? Where's the team?""

He chuckled, knowing she'd break their spell. "Back home. You and I are in Asgard, in what they call the 'Healing Room'."

She nodded, understanding. "Wait a minute?" She appeared alarmed, but he could tell there was an underlining excitement hidden. "We're in Thor's world?" At his nod, she grew more excited. "Can't wait to check out one of their ships."

He laughed, shaking his head. "Why am I not surprised? You and technology." Briefly, he looked away to observe the nurses attending to other patients. Soon, one noticed her patient was awake and made her way to them.

"Your Highness, I am so glad you have awaken." The short light-brown haired woman smiled warmly, standing at the end of the bed with folded hands at her front. She pointed to the IV stand and blood pressure machine. "Son of Coul, I need to check her vitals and wounds."

"Ah, yes." He moved his hand from her stomach. Starting to let go of her hand and rise out of the chair, he felt pleased when she wouldn't let him go. "Skye, I gotta leave for just a few minutes. It's a custom here that unless we're married I have to step away for privacy." He informed her, slipping his hand from hers when she let go, pouting. "I'll be just behind the curtain."

"Okay," she responded, unhappily. As soon as he stepped over the curtain threshold, he heard it swoosh as it was roughly drawn closed.

Coulson refused to move, standing with his hands customarily clasped in front of him. He heard the gasps and sounds of people dropping to one knee before even attempting to look at the entrance. A few minutes later, he could feel a presence standing off to his left.

"How is my daughter, Son of Coul?" Odin inquired with deep concern in his tone.

"You can call me Phil or Coulson, you know." He shifted his head to the intimidating man next to him, not the least bit intimidated surprisingly even after knowing the Allfather could snap him in two with his bare hands. "She's awake. One of the nurses is attending to her now."

Odin nodded, taking in that information while staring at the curtain. "I am thankful she is alive. There is no telling what Kaju would have done if he knew she had not died immediately from her wounds." He turned his head to look at the younger man, attempting to read him. "What are your intentions with my daughter, Phil?"

Coulson looked surprised, momentarily panicking and wondering why the hell this being brought up now. Asgardians definitely didn't beat around the bush. "Um," he swallowed the lump in his throat. "I want to be with her, love and protect her to the best of my ability." He whispered, hoping Skye was too disoriented or in awe of their surroundings to hear him. He hoped Odin wasn't planning on killing him for telling him. Maybe it was a test; a test he hoped he passed.

Odin seemed satisfied with his answer, shifting his gaze to look back at the curtain. The king leaned to his side, close enough so that only he was able to hear. "If you hurt her, I will spare you no mercy."

Coulson paled, heart speeding up. Okay, so he just realized he should take back the part about not being intimated by the Asgardian king because he pretty much was. Maybe, it had something to do with the fact that this was his love interest's father and he was certain the god would follow through with the threat. "Understood." He responded, still uncertain what to respectively call the Asgardian king.

Odin straightened, unable to hide a small smile. He felt proud to intimidate the young Midgardian. I still have it. He thought, mentally patting his back.

Silence drifted between them while they waited for the curtain to be drawn back. A few minutes later, the nurse harshly pulled the curtain back, leaving it to swing gently. Looking up, the nurse immediately placed her arm diagonally around her upper torso and bowed her head. "Your Majesty."

Odin acknowledged the nurse. "How is my child?"

"Because she is half-Midgardian, it will take her a longer time to heal. Astoria has healed the severity of her wounds, but it will take for the soreness in her stomach to completely heal. She is not left without a battle scar, but it will not be as noticeable as Son of Coul's." She answered, looking over at Coulson at the end of her report.

Coulson wasn't sure how to respond to that. He was still self-conscious when it came to the horrific battle scar, but his attention soon switched tracks when he saw Skye smiling up at him yet giving him a confused look. Ignoring the Asgardian king and nurse, he came to her side and took her hand into his. He brushed a strain of her hair behind her ear before brushing the rest of her cheek and sitting back down in the chair. "Still confused on your surroundings?" He asked, hoping she hadn't heard the conversation.

"I'm here at Asgard because Earth doesn't have the technology to repair me. The nurse called me Highness. What's going on, AC?" She pointedly questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I told you…that it can't be worse than what I have imagined."

He hung his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

Skye furrowed her eyebrows, reaching again to run her fingers through his hair. "Phil, what is it?" She spoke with such worry.

He looked up at her when she said his first name. "You remember when I told you about your story?" When she nodded, he continued. "After you were shot, we landed at the nearest S.H.I.E.L.D. medical facility. The doctor gave us grim news. I – the team – was desperate to save your life. I mean, S.H.I.E.L.D. had all of this resources to save people, so Ward and I went searching. They had a file with your name on it." He revealed.

Skye wasn't surprised. "They probably have a file on everyone that has any association with S.H.I.E.L.D." She thought out loud.

"True, but I read it, hoping that it gave me some clue on how to help you. What I found shocked me." He explained, watching her digest that.

"What did it say?" Skye questioned.

He clenched his jaw. "It said that you possessed the same DNA that we have on file of Professor Elliot Randolph. Well, half the DNA. The other half is human."

Her jaw dropped. She now understood his upset expression; his eyes tried to apologize. Skye thought it was unnecessary. He hadn't been the one keeping it from her. "It's okay, AC. You didn't know." Her eyes turned from his to the intimidating man before them. "Who are you?"

"Odin, King of Asgardian." He answered.

"Your father." Coulson supplied.

Again, she was flustered. Before her, this god could answer all of her questions. She'd finally have the other half of the story. But all she could think about was Coulson. He still looked so upset. "Don't look so upset, AC."

Coulson nodded, patting her hand. "Okay," he softly agreed. "You need to rest."

She gave him a really? expression. "I think I've gotten plenty of rest, thank you. How long have I been out?"

"Well, tell that to your body." Coulson teased before answering honestly. "Less time than me Three, four days at the most."

She should be surprised, honest-to-God should have been, but this was the strangest show on Earth, not so much for Asgard. Looking from her father (still was trying to process that) to the man she was most definitely in love with, she wasn't exactly entirely sure she knew what to do. What does she call her father? Dad, Father, Odin, Deadbeat dad? And Coulson? Well, she definitely knew what to call him. AC, bodyguard, hotness, sexiness, boss…all of the above.

Wait a minute…her mind finally caught onto the whole father thing. "I'm royalty?"

"It is."

Odin remained just outside the threshold of his daughter's wide-open room, watching the interaction of his daughter and her love interest. He couldn't help but to smile and feel guilty for not bringing her home after Kaju destroyed her home, her mother. His intentions to leave her with her mother had been solely that: so that her mother wouldn't be alone and his baby girl had been safer away from him.

It didn't seem that was the smartest move Odin had done, especially after her removal from the site and subsequent constant moving around. Like his brother, he's lost sight of her until Ian Quinn had shot her. If the man weren't regretful by the time the government agency was finished with him, he certainly would be by the time Odin was finished with him.

No one messed with his children and got away with it. Only he was allowed to give his children hell.

When his daughter looked to him for answers, he finally jolted out of his thoughts and turned his attention to her questions. "Please repeat your last question."

Skye looked at him quizzically. "It wasn't exactly a question, more like a need of confirmation."

"Still." He motioned for her to repeat what she'd said, and she certainly did. Smiling briefly, afraid to his emotions to anyone but his dear wife, he answered her. "Yes, you are what Midgardians call royalty." He looked to Coulson for confirmation. At his subtle nod, he was happy with the word.

Skye widened her eyes. I've gone from a sole survivor of a massacred village to a foster kid to Rising Tide hacktivist to a member of Team Coulson to finally an Asgardian royalty. Of course, she'd been Asgardian royalty all along; but she didn't know that. Apparently, only Director Fury and Commander Hill did though, if the file was hidden. Then again, maybe they hadn't known. Agent Linda Avery had done everything in her power to hide her.

God, I really need my mind to chill. She groaned out loud. At the concern looks of her father and AC, she assured them that she was okay. "Just my mind wrapping around everything." She tried to get more comfortable, but Coulson's hand attached to hers wasn't helping. "AC?"

"Yeah," he perked up.

"Kinda need to sit up a bit more. Getting uncomfortable here." She explained.

"Oh, okay." He jumped up, reluctantly letting go of her hand before searching for a way lift the head of the bed. Not finding anything, he looked to Odin.

"Nurse." Odin's authoritative voice instantly got the attention of the same nurse who'd assessed her. "My daughter wants her bed raised." He explained once the nurse came to his side.

"Certainly." She passed the king and went to the head of the bed, fiddling with something before standing back and with a wave of her hand. "Up." She ordered. Coulson and Skye were surprised as the head started rising slowly. "How far would you like it, Your Highness?"

When it got halfway up, Skye spoke up. "There." The head of the bed stopped moving once the nurse motioned for it to stop.

"Let me know if you require anything further." The nurse skedaddled, unsettled in be in the king's presence.

Comfortable, Skye nestled down. "That's better."

Coulson sat back in the chair, more at ease now that she was comfortable. He laid his arms on the armrests, clasping his hands out of habit. "Glad you're comfortable, Princess." He teased, smiling at her.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Don't even get me started." Skye looked to her father, realizing he was sure to have her heavily guarded now that Kaju had inadvertently found her. "I'm pretty sure you're going to have someone watching over me, so do I get to choose my own bodyguard?" She asked, jerking her thumb in Coulson's direction. "Because I want him."

Coulson froze. Not because she wanted him to be her personal bodyguard – 'cause he was definitely okay with that – but he would hold her life in his hands and he hadn't forgotten the threat the Asgardian king had given him. Although, he, the team and entire S.H.I.E.L.D. agency have been doing that for a while now. It wouldn't be that much different than now. "Uh, Skye," he started looking at her first before glancing at Odin before returning to Skye.

She just looked at him, expectantly. "What? You don't want to be my bodyguard?" The young hacktivist/princess looked rather hurt, which in turn had the hairs on the back of his head feel Odin's glare directed toward him.

"I should be."

"No." At her frown, he was quick to further explain. "Not because I don't want to, Skye, but the person after you isn't just a man – although he does have humans following him – he's a full-fledge Asgardian." He glanced at Odin, who gave him a subtle encouraging nod, before looking back at the hacktivist. "He's the God of Death and War; he has no sense of love; someone that can snap any Earthling into two with his bare hands." He stopped, looking down at the floor before letting out a collective breath. "He's also your uncle." Coulson finished as he looked back up at her.

Her jaw dropped, staring at him. My uncle? But what…why? What have I ever done to the man? I'm sorry, god. Her eyes widened as her mind tried to swim through the murky water. It took her a minute. "Um…come again?"

Odin sighed. Now was not the time to throw all of this on her shoulders. She needed rest. "Phil?" He grabbed the man's attention and a questioning look from his daughter, motioning the man with his finger to come to him. "Come with me." He ordered.

Coulson rose out of the chair, slipping his hand into hers before brushing his hand behind her head and planting a chaste kiss on her forehead. "I'll be right back." Surprised by his comfortable display of affection, she said nothing but looked up at him as he spoke again, this time a little distortedly. "As long as there's still life in me, just remember: no matter what gets in my way, I'll always come for you." (Nickelback "I'd Come For Me" – a little rearranged to fit but nonetheless from them.)

She furrowed her eyebrows, not quite understanding what he meant. There was a moment of fear to be alone with these strangers; but if her father demanded his attention, it must be rather important. She watched him follow her father out of the massive 'Healing Room'.

"Just hurry. I feel out of place." She mumbled as he disappeared.

TBC...