. . After the trip to Jotunheim. . .

. . . At the bifrost. . . May 2nd,2011. . .

Odin was rather pissed off when we returned from the Jotun home realm with an injured Fandral.

This was my move.

"Father-"

"Hey!"

"It was my idea."

Thor's face turned white as though he just realized what I was doing. I knew if I wanted to save the nine realms including Thor I had to take the fall for him. Odin turned in my direction, furious, out right at me in more ways than one. I knew that if I were to be punished by Odin, I would lose my immortality and likely my magic. I hadn't been touched by a Jotun. Not at all. Not even during the attack in Jotunheim. Maybe because I knew the attacker's location. I had a crystal clear memory regarding the first time around. Sif was about to be struck by falling ice unlike the original timeline. I shoved Sif out of the way and nearly, quite much, died. Sif and Thor were very good friends. I hate for her death to cause Thor to go on an all-out vengeance against Jotunheim.

Thor had used his hammer to break me free of the huge chunk of ice.

"YOU HAVE JUST BROKEN OUR TREATY WITH JOTUNHEIM."

I simply nodded.

Thor was stunned, likely, unable to speak at what I had just done.

I didn't nod for most of his lecture.

"I HEREBY BANISH YOU TO MIDGARD, WITHOUT YOUR IMMORTALITY."

And he didn't mention 'NO MAGIC'.

I raised my head up, afraid, but mostly terrified. He was saving the best for last. But I was mostly confused as to why he had left it out. Thor was across from me. My mission was about to be set in motion. I raised my head up, acting confident, replacing that frightened demeanor to a calm one better than I could ever pull it off on previous occasions.

And then I was sent crashing into a prairie.

I get up, disheveled, though I could still feel the touch of magic in my fingertips. I changed my attire to the 21st century. Why not turn into a bird?, I thought. I then gave it some thought where I came to the solution that was most reasonable. Turning from a bird to a man would arouse some suspicion. June 1st 2011, I reminded myself.

You are doing this for Asgard. You are doing this for Asgard. You are doing this for Asgard.

I traveled through the forest through hours and hours.

I slept in a cave in the form of a bear.

I stirred awake from the comfort of sleep, turned into a man, and resumed my walk.