Cheering echoed in her ears, but her eyes lids were too heavy to open. She was lying down on a something soft, seemingly with covers over. She felt, hazily, something painlessly pricking into her arm that stayed no matter how hard she tried to move and failed. Her body felt heavy, heavier than the days she used to wake depressed and stay in bed past noon. It began to scare her: she wasn't able to move anything at all. She began to panic, a rush of warmth from her chest painfully erupted some feeling into her torso and arms but that was all the sensation she felt.

The cheering seemed to variate between louder and softer until she realized she was hearing to crowds of people talking, like she would hear on her village walks. She felt lifted, that perhaps she had only been asleep in bed and she was actually safe, relatively safe, at home in bed. That it were all a dream, a very long dream that felt very distance and very long ago.

She began to feel her lungs expand with every shallow breath she took and she soon was able to wriggle her fingers and toes ever so slightly. All of sudden a rush of warmth exploded within her, quickly drowning her arms and legs in a fiery pain. She wanted to scream, so badly, but her jaws were locked in place. Whimpers escaped her, forcefully, until her jaw cracked open and a mangled shriek escaped her lazy vocal chords.

She heard a pack of footsteps dash closer to her, wishing they would help her take the pain away. She heard a crack sound of a very loud impact, echo with her screams. A pair of large hands pushed her shoulders into the bed with such a force her scream was stopped short when her breath was punched out of her lungs. Needles, she recognized the pricking in both her arms, lots and lots of needles. Lots of shouting, words lost in a haze seemingly coming back to cloud over her.

Instead of the sleeping unconscious she was waiting for, her eyes popped open and all the sights, the lights, and thoughts swooshed into focus in one fast painful sweep of a migrane. She threw herself up in bed, and found her surrounded by a group of large muscular males in a large, rock bed chambers lit by the large window up at the head of her bed.

She recognized none of them. She wanted to ask what was going on, about her situation, about this world, but her throat was so dry it stung to even breathe. Just as she was able to gesture for some water, the large round chamber doors opened. The man with the hammer that took him away that night entered with a cup of hopefully water and hopefully for her. She took no time to grab the cup when he extended it to her, and she gulped it down with the most unladylike attitude of anything she's ever done in her entire life.

"Miss," his loud voice bellowed between stone walls. "Do you know where you are?"

She shook her head slowly to minimize the shooting neck pain.

"Asgard."