The Not So Asgardian and I

The Begining

I came to Asgard awhile ago, with a sickness that only they could cure. I was saved from the doctors. From the needles and the painful procedures. An Asgardian guard came one day to the hospital and took me away on the Rainbow Bridge. I was given to the Asgardian doctors and they ended up curing me. I couldn't go back to Earth. Everyone thought I was dead. I also knew too much about Asgard. Instead I became a foreign citizen. I lived with a small child-less family, I was their only "daughter". Everything was wonderful; the first few months that I spent with them were magnificent. Until one day Frigga, the queen of Asgard, requested I move to the palace and live with her family there. My adopted parents were extremely upset. They were going to loose their only daughter.

The day I went to the palace, we all cried many tears.

I never knew that my life would turn out the way it has.

I never knew the youngest Asgardian prince would fall in love with a plain rescued Midgardian such as myself.

I never knew I'd love Loki Odinson.