I forgot to put it up earlier…

Disclaimer: I don't own any Percy Jackson characters or Thor ones. I only own Eden, my own OC.

My room was one of the nicest I've ever seen. One thing I knew for sure: Asgard knew how to treat its guests! There was a huge four poster bead in the middle of the room with light yellow drapes hanging over the side, probably to represent my mother, Eos. All the furniture was a light oak wood and evenly spaced around the room. There was a doorway with led to the adjacent bathroom, which was furnished with grey marble. It was all very impressive.

Time passed differently on Asgard as to Earth. I could feel it in the suns movements. Everything went a lot quicker, yet at the same time slower than Earth. The air of immortality slowed everything down when in reality time was passing a lot quicker than on Earth. It was very confusing.

I'd taken a deep, relaxing bath and had gotten changed into something a bit more sophisticated for dinner, but still staying casual. I had my three black linen trousers on with one of my black and blue Animal t-shirts on. Eventually, time came for dinner, signalled by the knock on my door.

I opened it to see Volstagg standing there.

"Dinner is served, my Lady," he said, smiling broadly. He was very excited for some reason.

We all followed him down to the dinning hall. The room itself was huge, as all of the rooms within the palace seemed to be. Again, it was gold. It had a rounded ceiling and a huge steel-looking table in the centre. Odin was sat at the head of the table, with Thor on his right and Frigga on his left. The others were sat alternately along the table. We were asked to each take a seat. I was sat between Volstagg and Sif.

"We have a special treat for dinner this evening in honour of our guests," Odin said once we were all seated. "We have tried to replicate what we are assured at Midgardian delicacies." He clapped his hands and servants appeared from seemingly nowhere to place platters of food in front of us. There were foods from all over the world: stir fry, sushi, pasta, fish, BBQ, moussaka, curry, pizza… everything you could think of was there. How we were expected to eat all of this, I didn't know.

"Dig in!" the All-Father called, and proceeded to fill his plate. Everyone else did the same.

I glanced to Percy. When I caught his eye, I made a 'offering food to the gods by putting it in fire' motion with my hands. He seemed to get the message. Looking around, I saw everyone else was reluctant to gather food.

"All-father?" he called.


"We kind of have a tradition of offering some of our meals to our parental god by throwing some in a fire," Percy said. "Is there any way we could do that here?"

"Of course!" the All-father said. "Loki, if you will?"

Nodding Loki stood and headed a bit away from the table. Closing his eyes, he waved his hands in the air around his middle. Fire, the same shade as his eyes, appeared from nowhere. Rachel audibly gasped. Loki smirked and sat back down again.

"The fire will stay there for as long as you need it," he said, sounding bored.

"Thank you," I said, the first to get up. I headed up to the moussaka, knowing my mother loved traditional Greek foods. The rest followed suit. We each offered our food and sat back down, gathering our own meals. When Rachel, the last to offer her food to Apollo, finished her offering, the fire snuffed out. She looked around guiltily.

"Was it supposed to do that?" she asked timidly.

"It was no longer needed, so it ceased to exist," Loki said, patronisingly slow.

"Oh," she said, blushing a little, scurrying back to her seat.

"So," Frigga said after finishing one of her fresh tuna rolls, "What is this I'm eating? It is simply delicious!"

Annabeth, who was sat next to her, answered her. "That's called a fresh tuna roll. It's a type of sushi, a dish that originates in the country of Japan, in Asia. It's raw tuna with -"

"Raw?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Yes, raw," Annabeth said. "But it's perfectly safe. People all over the world eat it everyday with no problems. There are also vegetables in there, too."

"Intriguing," Fandral said. "Do all Midgardians eat there food raw?"

"No," I said. "Sensible people cook the food that's supposed to be cooked to avoid food poisoning. Although sushi is meant to be eaten raw, and is perfectly safe, as Annabeth said."

"Do you not like this sushi, then?" Fandral asked, noticing my tone.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "No, sir! I can't stand the stuff. But, each to their own," I added quickly, nodding at Queen Frigga. Smiling, she nodded back.

The rest of the evening went really well. We spoke of different aspects of our daily lives: training, cultures, fashion. The Asgardians found Percy's, Rachel's and my schooling particularly interesting. Then the band started up. This was a queue to our hosts to begin dancing. Who knew fearsome warriors danced? They got up and offered asked various people to join them. As soon as Fandral looked at Thalia, she shot off in the direction of her bedroom, feigning exhaustion. Odin and Frigga paired off, obviously. Thor asked Annabeth, who blushed and agreed. Percy asked Rachel, and they went off. Nico managed to get a dance or two with Lady Sif, while I politely declined everyone who asked me. I can't dance to save my life.

Eventually I got tired of watching everyone else and spotted a balcony. Seeking fresh air, I walked out onto it. The view was simply breath taking. All of Asgard was there for me to see. It looked truly magical at night, with the odd light flickering in the distance.

"Exquisite, isn't it?" someone asked behind me. I turned to see Loki standing in the doorway.

"I've never seen anything like it," I said, turning back to face the city again.

Loki came and stood next to me, he too leaning on the balcony. Up close he was a lot less intimidating than he looked from afar. The air around him seemed to crackle – not with electricity, but something altogether… more.

"It is Eden, yes?" he asked, looking at me.

I nodded. "Eden Lee Llewellyn, that's me."

"'Eden' means 'place of pleasure' in Hebrew, coming from the Garden of Eden in the Old Testament," he said, turning so his back was to that amazing view. "And yet 'Llewellyn' means 'lion' in Welsh. Very contrasting personas, don't you think?"

"A fierce beauty, as my dad says," I said, smiling at the memory.

Loki raised his eye brows. "He proves a point. What do you know of my name?"

I faced him, slightly alarmed by his closeness. "Loki: god of mischief, lies, magic and often associated with fire," I recited. During the 'Hagalaz Incident' I'd done a fair bit of reading up on Norse myths. "Son of Odin, brother of Thor. Known for his studious and secretive nature, which is at opposites to the rest of his family. Am I anywhere close?"

His eyes sparked dangerously. "Eerily so," he said, a bit of respect in his voice. "Are the tales of us still well known on Midgard, then?"

I chose my words carefully. "Not particularly. But then, none of the gods of old are particularly well known in modern times. I just like reading up on things like this. In my line of work, you never know what can come in handy."

He nodded in understanding. "What do you think of Asgard so far?" he asked. "Truly?"

"So far so good," I said. "Although if they're just going to dance all night, I may have to make a break for it like Thalia did."

Loki laughed at that. "I did notice your friend run off particularly quickly when Fandral looked her way. Is someone already courting her?"

I laughed. "Not even close. Thalia is a Huntress of Artemis. As Artemis is the virgin goddess, she makes her hunters swear celibacy. So if Fandral did go anywhere near her, she'd flatten him in no time."

"Ah, I see," Loki said. He looked into the room at the dancing pairs.

"If you're out here because you feel you need to be, you can go back in," I said, noting the wistful look on his face. "I don't mind."

He looked startled at my suggestion.

"On the contrary," he said, "I was rather hoping you'd join me for a dance."

I smiled slightly. "Thanks, but no thanks. I can't dance."

"They don't teach Midgardian women to dance?" he asked, genuinely surprised.

I laughed. "They try to teach me, but so far no one has succeeded."

He held out his arm. "Let's see if a god can fare any better, shall we?" he said, flashing me a sly smirk. His eyes offered a challenge.

After a moment, I took his arm. "Let's," I said. "But don't say I didn't warn you."