Step into Asgard

This is not a love story. But, if you want to find one in this story then go right ahead. This is about a girl who gets transported to Asgard and begins an adventure that is big. One question still bugs her from the Thor end credit scene and...she'll meet Loki. Still confused? Then read it.


13. Before 18th Birthday -Sick on Asgard

.  .  . May 29th .  .  . 2011.  . 

   .    .  Asgard.  .  .


    I sneeze into a custom made clean-ex (I had to make it myself, jeez,with magic) that has a never ending supply in a box. You think there could be twenty inside that square box with a hole that has a pink soft-toilet paper like thing sticking out. But really, it is never ending like the 'Never ending' story where a kid goes into this world  through a book and ride this wise-furry-Pegasus like Dragon who is wise. I remember those movies because they are part of my childhood.

  And watching Law & Order with Lenny in it; oh,I remember. I am trying to use a bow and arrow in target practice.This isn't  going well for crying out loud! Me sneezing, keeping a box nearby, and coughing once in awhile. This is not really the best thing to have on a wonderful realm! What kind fate is hanging over my head? Does this fate enjoy watching me speaking not-so-good? Does my fate enjoy seeing me in despair? Jeez, does it realize that sneezing does not look cute?

 "What is that?" Fandral asks.

 "I sneezed." I said.

"Sneezedd?" Fandral repeats.

"Ya should say; bless you." I said, feeling a sneeze a-coming. I held up my index finger. "Wait for it.  .  ."


I sneezed into the pink cleanex; or should I say Asgardian Sneezers. It's good for the nose.

 "Your eyes look glassy." Fandral said, taking a step back.

A home-made dispense-able trashcan flew to my side.

 "No duh, ding dong." I said, dropping my two Asgardian Sneezers into the trash. "Now, if ya excuse me, I have ta get some somethin' ta drink. Milk is good ta drink when ya feelin' sick."

 I pick up the bow and arrow, leaving that box to float in mid-air right beside me.

 "And what do you have?" Fandral asks, and then he said like Mr.Captian obivous,  ".  .  . You really contradict yourself."

 "I have a cold." I said, firing the arrow. "And colds are not cool."

My arrow instead landed in the grass.

"Fandral man, you are my friend," I said, putting the bow and arrow back on a flat log that's big enough to be a bench. "But that is not contradi--" Uh oh there's a sneeze a-coming! I take a Asgardian Sneezer and blow my nose. "It's called lyin'!"

 "Bless you." Fandral said.

A/N This chapter was written when I had the cold. So since  "This is Crazy, but I'm in the Bayverse" had a chapter where the main character got sick, then  .  .  . "Why not do that too? Makes the story sound a little bit more believable."

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