I spent many years in that dress shop. But when Lady Grace passed away in her sleep, Kathleen decided to catch the next boat to America. It was a strange place, once we'd gotten off the boat, we first tried Salem but that didn't go well for me, so we went out west to what is now known as California. I'd told Kathleen of my godly ways and magic after Lady Grace's death, so she hoped we could keep a low profile there.

As years passed and seasons changed, I began to wonder if Thor would truly keep his promise to me. "Mira! Come inside honey. You'll catch a cold otherwise!" Kathleen said from the porch steps. I look up from my raking to see thunder clouds cascade over home, and I smile. It gives me a sense that Thor was watching me, making sure I was okay. That was my hopeful thought. "Mira! Inside!" Kathleen calls again. "Coming!" I call back, dropping the rake and rushing inside the house. "I made some soup and bread for you. It's on the table." I nod and sit at our small wooden table. As I took a bite of my bread, Kathleen came to sit next to me. "So, I don't think we'll get anything into town today with the storm coming but I do think that-" Suddenly a beam of light hit our front yard.

I jump from my seat and swing open the front door and smile from ear to ear. "Please, come in Thor." I say, letting the Asgardian prince in. "Much thanks." Thor says in a somber tone. "So," I sit at the table and start at him. "What news have you brought to me Thor." I smile, but Thor does not return the smile nor met my gaze. "I have failed you Lady Mira." He falls to one knee. "Please, accept my most humble apologies." My smile faltered as I stand and lean over Thor. "Why do you say this?" He keeps his eyes to the ground and my smile drops completely. "I grow weary of your game Thor." I hiss, using my magic to forcefully lift his head. "Tell me why you've come swiftly." Thor grunts. "It is Loki, his has been betrothed and married. His forced wife is now with child." I drop Thor and gasp. "You-You lie!" I stamp my foot down as I spring to my feet. "But it is the truth my lady. But he never touched her for the child."

"What do you mean he never touched her?!" I yell. "If he has not touched her, then how does she have the baby?!" I feel like crying and tearing my hair out. "He used his magic. He doesn't want to touch her because he still feels deeply for you, my lady." He stands and takes a step towards me but the glare I send him makes him stop. "I do not want your petty excuses. I want you to leave. Leave and never come back." I spit and turn my back, hiding my tears. "As you wish, my lady." He mutters before leaving the house and ascending through Heimdall's beem. "Mira," Kathleen took me in her arms. "I'm so sorry." At her words whatever was holding my tears back broke and they flowed pitifully down my face.

"Liars, they're both liars!" I cry out. "Loki said he loved me and Thor said I'd see him again. Why do men always lie?!" I break away from Kathleen's embrace to punch my hand through a wall. Kathleen starts to cough violently. I rush to her side and help her to her bed. Before I leave her to rest she lightly tugs on my dress like a child. "Mira, darling. I need to tell you something. Please, come sit down." I sit next to kathleen on the bed. "Mira, there's no easy way to say this but-" She bit her lip. "Mira, I'm getting old and, I will die." She reached out and touched my hand. "Mira. You'll need to find someone to love you when I am gone. Please try to understand." I was shocked. "You mustn't speak like that. You're barely even fifty, you have so much more life to live." I say, gripping her hand.

"Mira I'm sick. The doctor says I haven't much time to live left. Your friend, Thor, helped me realize that I must prepare you for this heart ache now. You must have known that you were going to outlive me." I felt tears well at the corners of my eyes again. "But, you mustn't leave me. I don't know what I'd do by myself."

"Listen to me Mira." She grabs me into a hug. "In this world you're about seventeen maybe eightteen. If you head southeast, they've opened up a school there. You could become a teacher." I shook with anger and sadness. "But I don't want you to leave me. I could just make you age slower, like I do. Please don't leave me!" I shout and nearly fall off the bed. "But I want to see my mother and I don't want to be your burden."

"You've never been a burden to me. Please don't-" I was cut off as her hand went limp in mine and she gave one last, heavy breath. "No." I whimper out. "NO!" I scream, clutching Kathleen's head to my chest. "Are you happy now?!" I scream to the skies as tears flow down my face. "Are you entertained by what you've done?!" I scream, rocking back and forth in shock from Kathleen's sudden passing.

After a month of morning, I finally buried her in the back yard, planting a tree instead of giving her a tombstone. "Goodbye Kathleen, I'll think of you fondly. I wish I could have given you a proper viking funeral, but the people around here would most likely think it murder and I wouldn't want to shame your memory like that. So, goodbye, and I love you." I place a bouquet of lilies on the mound of dirt she was under and bid her farewell.

It took me a week to get the school Kathleen had talked about in a place called New Mexico. At first, I just created a home and hid for a while, but people found me, asking questions that I didn't want to answer. Like, why wasn't I married, or where was I getting my food, clothes, and home? I finally gave up on my isolation act and did as Kathleen had instructed me to do, and became a teacher for the university near my home.

This is where I stand now. I've been teaching here for centuries now, but no one knows about it. Each time I see people start to suspect me, I just make them forget. It's worked so far, but I don't know how long I can keep it up however. It's stressful, dealing with alumni allowing their children to come to the school and take my class, but I've made it work.

"Miss Noxon!" A student of mine calls out, raising their hand. I look about in my twenties by earth standards and my hair as finally made it back to my waist after all these years. "Yes Miles? You have a question?" I turn away from the chalk board that I'd refused to get rid of in all my years here, to look at the tall boy in the back. We were talking about the relationship between Thor and Loki, my version mixed with the old folk tales. "If Loki had all that power, why didn't he just destroy Thor if he hated him so much?" I look at him with a small sparkle in my eye. "Tell me Miles, do you have siblings?" He nods. "You have quarrels with them correct?" He nods again. "But you'd never want to see them dead, correct?" He blushes but gives yet another nod. "That's why he doesn't kill Thor. They may have quarrels, but that are still bothers."

Suddenly, two men burst through my doors. "Class is dismissed for today. Please proceed to do you assigned readings." I say calmly. One man was african american with an eyepatch and long, leather trench coat. The other man is white and in a normal black and white suit with sunglasses. "Miss Noxon?" The white man asks, taking off his glasses. "Yes, is there something I can help you two gentlemen with?" I ask slowly. "Are you of earth, Miss Noxon?" He asks. I laugh. "Of course I am. What is this about? Am I being made a fool of?" I ask back at him, fully confident in my act.

"If you're so confident in yourself, you wouldn't mind a blood test, would you?" The african american says. "Of course sirs." I say trying not to tense up. I've never gotten my blood looked at, but hopefully my Asgardian blood was undetectable. Hopefully. "If you lead the way, I shall follow." I say, slinging my small satchel over my shoulder. They look at eachother, then back to me. "Follow me." The white man says, and I comply. As I step out of the large lecture hall, I'm greeted by a massive helicopter. "Watch your head!" They yell, pushing me into the back.

When we take off the only thing I see is white. White clouds everywhere, until we're so high that they give way, and a large helicarrier can be seen. "This seems like you've gone to a lot of trouble just get some of my blood." I shought over the wind. They say nothing and I go back to sitting quietly until we land.

"This way Miss Noxon. Please follow Carrie and she'll get your blood." I nod and do as I'm told. The Carrie girl tried to make small talk, but it didn't work. I stayed silent for the most part and watched as she drained some of my blood. "There. All done." She says, placing a puppy printed bandage on my arm. "I'll get you a cookie and some water. Be right back." She smiles and leaves me on my own. I even start to fall asleep waiting for her to come back, but the white man from earlier wakes me from my sleepy state. "Miss Noxon. My name is Agent Coulson. The man who was with me earlier was Director Fury." He sits in the chair across the room. "And you, well we really don't know who or what you are. You have no real records anywhere in any system and when that happens, well, people like us get interested." I laugh.

"Would you really belive me if I told you what I really was? What I've gone through?" I'm not sure if it was the lack of blood in my system or just my hunger from not having lunch but I was loopy as Thor after a good fight. "What are you?" Coulson asks, leaning in. "I'm of your world, and yet not. When I say this I mean I'm half from here and half from somewhere much more splendid."

"You're not answering my question." He said bluntly. "Tell me agent. Do you know of Asgard. The realm of the Norse gods? Well I do. I've even been there. I was born there. My father was of earth and my mother, well." I smile to myself. "She was a full blooded sorceress of Asgard. I, like she did, have studied magic and I too am a full blooded sorceress." His face never changed. "So you're some magical fairy of sorts?" I laugh loudly at his words. "Of course not. I'm a sorcerous, as I've said. I can control things, like memories and appearances. It's how I've survived so long."

"Do you intend us harm?" He asks. "Oh Valhalla no. I find you all too amusing to kill any of you. Besides, I have a different agenda of killing that's not even of earth." He opens his mouth to speak when Carrie comes back with my water and cookie. I thank her and she leaves again. "Last question." I munch on my cookie waiting. "Would you like to help us here?" I smirk. "What's in it for me?"