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You choked in a large gasp of air as soon as the darkness became bright. You could feel your breath before anything else, your lungs rising and falling as your back rested on something. You sat up quickly, desperate to catch your bearings, and clenched your fists at your sides tensely.
Your body felt like it was quickly being smelted back together, as if it were in pieces before. Letting out a large groan, you managed to spot Rocket and Thor just a few seconds ahead of you. They were on their feet, looking around cautiously.
"Fuck." You groaned, gaining their attention quickly. Rocket walked a few feet over to you and crossed his arms. "Where are we?"
"Asgard." He replied, glancing at Thor. The god was looking over every corner of the hallway you were sitting in. The tears in his eyes were evident as his pupils pulsed and scanned over every tiny detail. You took this time to look around as well, pushing yourself to your feet.
There was no way to describe where you were except Olympus. The hallway was wide enough to be considered a ballroom, stairs lining the sides and leading to different rooms, corridors, and balconies. Instead of windows, there were large archways and trellises adorning what were essentially just holes in the walls.
There were too many details to take notice of during a mission, like the metal chalices of fire used for lighting or the unique golden patterns swirling up each pillar that clung to the ceiling and floor. You were admiring the dense stone walls and marble ceiling as Thor finally spoke up.
"This way." He whispered and made a dart around a corner. Rocket scoffed but quickly ran after him, you right behind. Thor darted past a clear yellow wall and you peaked in, only to see some strange man in green robes tossing a small metal cup to himself. He seemed imprisoned but you had no idea or care what for.
Thor continued to jog past many different rooms before taking another turn, bringing you to an even more open area. The stone pillars on the outer walkways were ten times as thick, carved and placed neatly apart from one another. A few statues were placed at different entrances but you were too focused on ducking behind one as Thor suddenly hid.
A few feminine voices caught your attention as they slowly came closer. You were soon able to see the women talking as they peaked out of a doorway.
"Oh, there's Jane." Thor swooned quietly as the two women parted ways. The beautiful, dirty blonde haired woman walked down the hall and through a door, unknowing of Thor cowering behind the hunk of stone.
"Alright." Rocket stated as the women were out of sight. He hopped from the stone and turned to face the two of you. "Here's the deal, Tubby. You're going to charm her, Y/n is keeping watch, and I'm going to poke her with this thing and extract the Reality Stone. We'll get gone lickety split."
You nodded in understanding but turned to Thor as he sucked in a deep breath through his nose.
"I'll be right back." He whispered and held up a finger. "There's a- the wine cellar is just down there." He stammered as he stepped backwards in the opposite direction. "My father used to have this HUGE barrel of Aakonian ale. I'll see if the scullery has a couple of to-go cups. Y/n, to go cup?"
"Hey!" You yelled through a whisper. "Hey! Aren't you drunk enough already?"
Thor walked another few feet before a door across the hall opened loudly, the latch echoing as it closed. You were quick to dodge behind a pillar as the boys hid behind their own, waiting to see who or what was coming.
"If you could send Loki some soup." An elegant woman spoke kindly as she lead a group of what seemed to be her 'ladies-in-waiting'. Her shoulders and chest were cupped in golden armor, glistening beautifully against the turquoise and sky blue fabrics that made up her dress.

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Fanfiction(Book three of the Flower Girl series) It's the end game, and Y/n is fighting to be a part of it. With a befouled past and nothing to gain or lose, you found yourself desperate for something, ANYTHING, to get you back on your feet. Five years of e...