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I let out a frustrated shout as I feel my magic fall from my fingers and I look down in front of me at the withered and black potted plant. I was trying to use my new healing abilities on the already dying plant, but it turns out I only just killed it more. Somehow I must have said the spell wrong or did something wrong with my hands and it just went awry. I groan in annoyance and then stand from the floor, stretching. As I stretch my back, I feel and hear it crack loudly. "Mmm..that felt good." I mutter to myself as I walk toward my kitchen.
I rummage through my liquor cabinet and find an unopened bottle of Cabernet and a tall wine glass from the above cabinets. I pour me a generous amount and then replace the bottle, moving to sit on my couch, scowling over my latest attempt - and failure - at an experimental magic trick. I let out a huff and then take a sip from my glass. I swirl it gently, holding the glass by the stem between two fingers, the bell of the glass resting against my palm. I frown into my glass, thinking about this new magic I've acquired as I take another sip before setting it down on the side table. I sigh and then lean back against the couch, wondering what it is that I'm going to do next.
I grumble as I stand again, feeling restless as I walk around my kitchen island, my dinner table, into my bedroom and around my bed, back to the kitchen, and then finally the couch again. At my own pacing, I let out a noise of frustration as I fling my hands out to my sides, accidentally letting out a burst of magic ripple out around me. Quickly realizing what I've done, I watch the shimmering dust settle and disappear, I feel my throat start to close as I feel the panic start to set in. "What if someone saw? Or heard? What if someone finds me and I get hit again? I don't want to be hit again..." I mutter to myself. "Ooohh...oh God, oh GOD...no no no this can't be happening! How could I be so careless?!" I say to myself, my voice wavering and rising in pitch.
I sit back on the couch and I rest my head in my hands as I lean out over my feet and the floor. I feel tears prick my eyes, but I do not cry, instead I simply grab ahold of the wine glass sitting next to me that is still full, and I down the whole thing in a couple swallows. I almost slam the glass down like one would a shot glass or a whiskey glass, but I opt to gently setting it down, seeing as this is one of my more expensive wine glasses. I sigh and then lean my head against the couch, allowing it to fall over the back of the couch cushions as I close my eyes, resting them for a second so I can get my mind off of the huge mistake I just made.
I jolt awake when I hear a loud knock on my door. I look down at my watch and I realize that I had fallen asleep for around two and a half hours, although I can't remember when I feel asleep to begin with. With a groan and a hand to my head to try and stop the throbbing, I stand and make my way over to the door, making sure that someone was actually there and it wasn't just my imagination playing tricks on me again. I hiss in a breath through my teeth as I feel my head start to pound and I realize that I must be slightly hungover, even though I only had one glass and fell asleep two and a half hours ago.
With another sigh, I look through the peep hole in my door and I almost immediately take a step back in astonishment. Holding a hand to my mouth to partly keep down my excited scream and partly to keep myself from vomiting all over my door, the person behind it and the floor. I look through the peep hole just to make sure that my eyes weren't playing tricks on me either, and lo and behold, there he was, in all his Godly glory, standing in front of my door was none other than Thor, God of Thunder himself.
I hold back my squeal of excitement as I see him and he smiles at me, but I flinch when he speaks his greeting. "Hello! How fare thee my good Lady?" He says loudly in his deep, resonating voice. I grimace and then say, "U-Um do you think you could maybe, be a little quieter, I think I have a hangover and y-you aren't exactly helping the throbbing in my head with your naturally loud voice....sorry.." He nods and then says quieter, almost on my level of speaking, but still a little louder, "Is this better my Lady?" I give him a weak smile and then nod my head once. "Yes, thank you Thor. That is much better, but I still unfortunately have a pounding headache, so I'm going to get me some water, do you want anything to drink?" He shakes his head 'no'.
He clears his throat and then looks around, suddenly getting nervous. "Umm....m-my Lady, you see, the Metal Man has requested your presence at the Tower immediately because of, well, recent events, and he wishes to speak with you." My head snaps up to look at him and I wince at the sudden movement. "You mean to tell me that IRON MAN wants to talk to ME? There's no way, no way that's possible, I made sure to cover my tracks, I hid it well, there's no way that he found out, no way, right?..." I speak more to myself than him, but his eyes widen and then he says softly, "My Lady, you didn't hide it at all...My brother has been closely watching how much magic you use on a daily basis, and, because he is all seeing and all hearing, Heimdall knows as well."
I shake my head at him, not wanting to believe that I screwed up from the beginning. "My Lady, I also can sense your magic that thrives beneath your skin. Because I am Asgardian, I can sense the disturbances in the natural balance of magic around me, and when you sent that blast of magic accidentally, I felt it, and I can guarantee you that I was not the only one who did. My brother, Loki, has also felt this disturbance, as well as Mother, and she wants to speak with you as soon as possible because she sensed a....um...an anomaly, in your magic. I do not know what it is that she felt, but I do know that she was very...concerned. I do recommend that we leave to go to the Tower though, because the Metal Man can be very cranky when he does not get his way."
I nod to myself and I step back, my mind reeling from all this information. "All right, I'll go. To the Tower first, and then to Asgard so I can see what dear Frigga sensed in my magic. I don't usually believe what a God has to say, but I will listen because it is Frigga, so I will hear her out and find out what's supposedly wrong with my magic." Thor beams a smile at me that's almost blinding. I grimace in the metaphorical light of his shining smile and I move to pour me a quick glass of scotch, throwing it down like it's nothing, aching to feel the burn in the back of my throat just so I know this isn't all a dream.
When I finish I throw the glass down at the floor, causing it to shatter under my strength and crack the tile beneath it. I huff out a breath through my nose, but with a sigh, I wave my hand, cleaning the glass off of the floor and making it appear on the counter. I twist my wrist over the shards and I see Thor watching, completely invested in what was happening as I slowly put the glass back together and fuse the pieces together seamlessly, making it look like I never broke it. Which is how most of the things in my apartment are, broken but held together with magic...just like me.
I sigh again and then look to Thor saying softly, "Okay, lets go then, don't want to keep the Metal Man waiting." I chuckle slightly at my own joke, which was originally Thor's, but I'll adopt it now because who can resist humor from the big guy? He nods and then steps to the side, allowing me to go first as a true gentleman should, always.
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