Tossing, turning, covers wrapped and curled around her until choking her into gasping awakeness. Everything was damp, her body pouring sweat as she groaned and untangled her limbs before dropping unceremoniously from the bed to the cool of the floor below. It felt amazing, the cold marble beneath beating back the burning fire under her skin. Rolling onto her back, she tugged at the clinging nightshirt until managing to pull it loose and stretched her spine as best she could between pants for oxygen.
It was a joke, she had not meant to really be ill tonight and puke all over her grandfather. Besides, he had not brought anyone home with him, instead preferring the company of Volstagg and Hogun over several rounds of cards and that honey mead she really wanted to drink but was denied. Oh, damn that second helping of pudding she had or was it the duck tasting meat she ate; it had not sat right on her tongue and now she was paying for it.
A great seering agony forced its way through her spine; Kari curling into a ball and biting down on her fist to hold back the pitchless scream bottlenecked between her teeth. She was ready to start tearing her hair out when the pain continued to migrate downwards into her thighs but by that point her brain had, had enough and finally hit the off switch.
When she awoke next light was beginning to pour in through the windows, the sunrising to greet a new day but she felt truly awful. Her skin prickled, muscles aching and bones sore as she tested gentle movement of her limbs. She felt worse than the time she bought a gym membership and tried to show off to a really hot looking guy by using every piece of equipment he did on the first day – she never did go back but was that not the point of new years resolutions.
Rolling onto her front, she lifted herself up slowly onto her knees and wiped the droplets of sweat hindering her eyes. A bath would be a good option and maybe have her grandfather fuss over her later like a grandparent was supposed to with a young child. Being small did have its perks sometimes. Kari braced her weight on the side of the bed, using it to hoist her fatigued body back onto shaky feet and stumbled towards a closet for a towel. She had not recalled the shelves being so low before, used to bringing a stall over to help her reach the very top.
Kari frowned, this stank of something familiar, her hands instantly going straight for her chest as she groped two mounds now protruding there. Continuing to manhandle herself, she limped over to a mirror and stared at the reflection with several blinks to assure herself that her eye sight was clear. She turned left, then right, gaze looking up and down several times to catalogue what exactly was changed. Clearly taller, older but a lot perkier than she had been originally. This was evidently not her twenty-something body, more accurately, what she recalled her seventeen-year-old self once looked like. Well she had been daydream since yesterday afternoon about being seventeen again after Garthar and his awkward kissing skills. Was that blue stuff Loki gave her still working perhaps? Was it not supposed to wear off or something?
"Right… well." She nodded at her reflection. "Good job, stay this way forever please."
The doppleganger nodded back, then smiled in unison as both versions of Karian Motter were in agreement. She could probably wear her old clothes again, drink alcohol and not be spoken down to like a child. On the other hand, what would her smaller friends reactions be to this change? The whole silly romance with Garthar was a definite no, no now that he was officially jailbait. She could think about the logistics of everything later, right now her sweat covered manky seventeen-year-old self needed a long soak in a tub.
Grabbing a towel, Kari wrapped it lazily around herself and made her way into the small bathroom. Upon seeing the stool she used to ordinarily get into the bath she chuckled and kicked it to the side before climbing in of her own accord. As the water started pouring in, warmth encircling her body, she lazily sunk lower and hummed pleasantly at the sensation of clean permeating her pores. It would have remained a lovely relaxing time if it had not been for Volstagg bursting in on her looking to relieve himself.
She screamed, the fat warrior making his own surprised sound as he stumbled backwards into the door alerting Hogun on the case with his daggers drawn. Screaming at the second intruder, Kari sunk as low as she could in the water and started flinging whatever was at hand at the two warriors, now in retreat, as Fandral now collided with them half dressed and looking for a maiden to rescue.
"What is all this?" He looked around wildly, sword in one hand, trousers held up with the other. "Who is this?"
"Granddad get out!" Kari scolded, hitting him square in the chest with a bar of soap as he came to some realization and pulled the door to the bathroom shut behind him. "Oh my god…"
She sunk into the bath once again, rinsing out her hair before clambering out of the tub and wrapping the towel around her once more. What were those louts still doing here? Probably passed out drunk in the main room after too much mead the night before and now stumbling around bursting in on young women in baths. How very asgardian of them.
Grumbling audibly, she exited the bathroom pausing to shout angrily that it was free and storming back into her room with a loud door slamming 'thud'. Batchelors, stupid men and their mindless inability to knock. It would not have bothered her before when she was physically eleven but now she had lady lumps to look out for again and her honor or some dribble like that. A thought suddenly occurred to her as she was filtering through her trunk of adult clothing; was she a virgin again? She certainly hoped not, that would just be the icing on the cake of evil to have to relive with all its tight aching awkwardness. Oh and her bra's no longer fitted, perfect, too small for adultwear still.
Throwing on a green tunic and jeggings without underwear, Kari wandered back into the main room with several apologies thrown at her that she kindly ignored. Her grandfather was fully dressed now, though his hair was a state and the inside of his head probably worse still.
"Granddad, I need to go get new clothes again." She folded her arms, staring at him sternly as he gave a dispondant sigh.
"I hear tell children grow at startling speeds but could you try to take things a little slower on your poor grandfather, my dear."