I sit straight up feeling my internal alarm clock had gone off.

I take my large huge yellow blanket off, shove it into my backpack, and then zip up the beaten purple and black backpack up. I saw the room is entirely dark gray with a sink at the right hand corner, a mirror above the faucets, and not a bed in sight. I turn around to see a fairly human sized door across from me. So Sunstreaker decided to give me the knock out act, I thought rubbing my forehead, how idiotic.

I turn around.

I see windows.

Oh I didn't notice round windows at first!

I came to the windows then use a nearby stool—because the windows are so tall—and step up.

I see outer space.

I see a large distant spacecraft.

Oh goody, I am playing a 'I see' game.

I step off the stool then walk over to the door.

"Jeeze," I said. "It's about me height."

I pause.

"Did I just literally say 'me height'?" I said. I lower my head then pinch the bridge of my nose making a sigh. "God, that irish accent research really stuck on me."

I take my hand off my nose then reach my right hand out for the doorknob.

Instead my hand smacks against the door.

"What the slag?" I said, stepping back. The door doesn't have a knob. I look up towards the ceiling. "Guys!" I had a frown. "This is not funny. Nor is using some knock out thing on my good old neck!" I wave at the corner security cameras. "Ello!"

I start dancing by swaying myself side to side.

"Wanna record this?" I ask, doing the moonwalk. "Be my guest!" I spun myself on the ground using my hands with my legs sticking up. It seems so remarkably easy when the dance experts do it on screen. My dance, on the other hand, is entirely random. "See my butt shake from side to side!"

I shook my rear from side to side in the security camera's view.

I pull my pants down, and my panties, then shook my butt in the camera's view.

"Shake your booty!" I said, cheerfuly. "If you're epic and you know it, scream for me!" I clap my hands. "If you're annoyed and you now it open the door!" I pull my panties up and my pants. I button up the pants and then zip them up. "Pah-lease open the slagging door!"

The door swings open.

I froze.

A man with elf ears and a ugly face did not look happy standing in the doorway.

"DARK ELF!" I shout. "UGLY DARK ELF WITH A BEARD!"

The ugly dark elf frowns.

"Stop shaking your ass in the camera," The dark elf said.

I fold my arms, frowning, staring back at his ugly face.

You know he's not very ugly but the point is that some of the description to Dark Elves in the Marvel Norse fandom relates for the dark elf males to look ugly and the female dark elves to look pretty. Now we don't know what light elves look like; well, I have written about a light elf in "2 kids + Loki = madness" easily because the boy looks fine yet similar to a human with pointy elf ears.

The boy is Tian Verson.

Tian could have been mistaken for a Vulcan if he had dark hair.

"Name," I said, flatly.

"What?" The dark elf asks, puzzled.

I take a deep breath and then exhale.

"YOUR NAMEEEE!" I shout.

The dark elf frowns, folding his arms, looking down towards me.

"Falek." Falek said.

"Fal-ick." I repeat.

"Falek." Falek said.

"Like...D'ar-le-ick." I said.

"That's British pronunciation for Dalek." Falek said.

"Dalek sounds boring from you," I said, saying 'Dalek' as in 'Darlek'. I jump up and down repeatedly, while excited'ish, about nothing. "It sounds beautiful!"

"You're ugly." Falek said.

"So are you," I said.

"Am not," Falek argues back.

"Are too," I said.

"You don't have the right to say I am ugly," Falek said.

"There is freedom of speech, freedom of press, freedom of religion, freedom of right to bear arms, right to assemble, and the right to live prosperly." I said. "I just made up prosperly."

"I was about to say...." Falek said.

A question enters my mind.

A pretty simple one.

"Why am I aboard your stinking ship?" I ask.

"That I cannot tell." Falek said.

"Yes you can," I said. "Who's the baby around here?" I bounce up and down repeatedly. "Yoouu are!" I did my best high pitch baby approved voice. "Yes, you are!" I must sound annoying by now! "You,you, yoouuu!"

"You are..." Falek starts saying but I interrupt.

"Ivy!" I spun around in circles on my tippy toes with my arms stretched out and accidently slap Falek's elbows. "Sorry!" I fell backwards laughing at myself. "What an epic fail."

"You are Ivy Lokidottir," Falek said. "And we can use a immortal such as you."

"What about Brachens?" I ask.

"What?" Falek asks.

"Brachens." I repeat.

"Sea monsters?" Falek asks.

"No," I said. "People with green skin and porcupine features. They can easily fake their own death, they use their spikes for self defense,have super strength—I think, it's been a long time since I watched Doyle's episodes—, have red eyes—then again, brachen's may have different eye colors—, and they are human looking."

"What kind of name is that?" Falek asks.

"It is a pretty simple name," I said. "Like Dalek, Cybermen,Weeping Angels,Missy, TimeLords, and..." I pause. "Aw slag it, I just lost my fragging train of thought."

"...You didn't say if Brachens immortal." Falek said.

"I am not sure," I said. "Well, since Doyle died in 'Hero'; they are quite mortal."

Falek smirks.

"So you are wrong," Falek said.

"Again," I said. "Superhuman like."

Falek steps back out of the doorway and shuts the door.

Why the hell do dark elves need me?

I turn around.

My eyes caught sight of the blurry mirror.

Wait, where is my glasses?

"My glasses!" I shout, in horror.

I search around the room searching for my glasses. Nothing came up. Nothing helpful for my dear old—well technically young—eyes. I had been crossed eyed a long time ago. Okay let me start from the beginning. A long time ago I was able to see distant things clearly at the cost of being cross eyed and having some random black outs; I would act zombie like when my other eye went in the opposite direction. At Fort Campbell I had eye surgery to fix my cross eyed thing. The next day, from my brother's room, I look through the window seeing a red figure in the distance. The figure is a fire hydrant. I had always been able to see it before then.

But that all changed after the eye surgery.

I walk towards the mirror squinting my eyes.

I stop at the sink.

My face is blue. My eyes are a gentle red not hazel. There is some strange markings on my face easily blending into my other facial features. Damn I have lost my glasses somehow in some way, I thought, while being taken to another ship out cold. My jaw drops thinking back to the last conversation I had with my Aunt Shannon.

They knew what was going to happen next.

The Autobots handed me over to the Dark Elves.

I felt anger.

So much anger.

I punch at the mirror.

"...Shouldn't my hand be hurting?" I said, looking down to my intact blue hand.

If the Autobots told me instead of knocking me out and losing my glasses; then perhaps I would not be so angry at them I do not always feel anger as it is a rare kind of thing to come in my happy-go-lucky life. In fact I rarely get mad unless some one gets on my bad side. When they do get on my bad side lets say the chances of them being friends with me has gone down 90%.

The mirror has a lot of cracks going in different directions all over. There is a good outline of my fist left behind in the broken mirror. It feels strange to be the reason behind the broken glass. Releasing my anger made me feel better. I never felt this mad enough to punch at the mirror until today. I lower my hand down taking a look back at the mirror.

I still am struggling to believe what I am.

A really short Frost Giant.

I turn away from the mirror contemplating what to do next. Being held up in a boring gray room without any sort of technology to write on is quite 'internet depriving' for me. Wait a second there! Could they have internet aboard this ship? I get my backpack on around my shoulders and walk over to the door staring at it in the heat of courage.

I have not been on the internet for a month and one day.

At least I think it has been a day.

"One..." I count. "Two..." I lift my right leg up. "Police style time!"

I kick down the door.

C—Clud went the door as it crashed down to the floor. I walk out of the room then look both ways. I hear heavy boots belonging to a group to my left and not a sound to the right. Okay Ivy, I thought turning towards my right,are you ready to get your way on a computer? I run down the long curly hall passing by walls with spiral chipped designs reminding me eerily of a alien interior space craft from a earth movie. I want to see if there is anything such as 'New Earth' where most of the humans are being taken. Not just because I have seen the beautiful episode 'New Earth' from Doctor Who it is really my curiosity; I wanna see the new internet!

I look over my shoulder seeing the dark elves ganging up.

"This is for depriving me of any computers!" I shout, gleefully, back to them.

I turn my head back forwards.

I skid into a wide open room and slam the door shut.

I watch the crowd of dark elves run right by.

"Goody," I said, turning around. "Hopefully this room has a—" I see a blanket over a snoring individual. "Computer."

On the desk is a unique fancy and new appealing laptop with a chair in front of it. I walk over to the slide, carefully slide the chair out, and place my backpack beside the drawers. I sit down into the chair. I press the square power button. The computer beams up to life turning the black unfriendly screen into a gentle blue friendly one.

I click on FireFox.

A futuristic screen came up and there is a URL bar at the top.

So I search for Wattpad. Guess what I found? New Wattpad! I discovered most of my fanfictions from my original account had been transferred over to my fanfic account. So I went in and quickly finished my two fanfictions in one sitting with only a sloppy amount of chapters. After making the sloppy endings I mark the two stories complete and then deleted the rough draft to 'city of faith' that had only a idea of how to start it that had been below all my newer stories down to the bottom of the list. I went to my profile, click on edit profile, and then change my name. I change it from 'Ivy' to 'Ivy Lokidottir' then hit save where the page returns to my profile. I scroll down, hit on the box of whiteness above my last activity, and click on the square box followed by the words 'announce to followers'. 

"Come on, Ivy." I said. "You can explain a unbelievable story!"

I narrow my eyes towards the screen and began typing.

"Hello," I said, while writing. "I am a Frost Giant." I pause looking at the pair of words. Then began resuming my typing. "I have been missing for a month, in earth time, because I had been aboard a Quintession ship building Skelly. Skelly is my Ivystine, you know, like Frankenstine but mine!"

I add an emote.

"Anyway," I continue. "I kicked at a radiation thingy just to make the Quintession ship start flying and guess what, guess, guess!" I grin typing the words out striking on the keyboard. "I had a strange dream I was falling out of the sky. So I think that means I nearly died because...Okay, I gotta explain further for you to understand. Later on, I shot ice at Sunstreaker. Then I woke up in a Dark Elf's ship. I punched at the mirror because APPARENTLY the Autobots lost my slagging glasses!"

I feel heat on my head.

"And then I noticed my skin had turned blue," I go on. "My eyes weren't hazel."

I saw the word count hit 1986 words.

"Cont," I said, hitting post.

I start another post.

"My eyes had turned red. I survived a rapture. I survived the destruction of Earth. I was exchanged for the lives of many people just for these unusually strong built elf like beings because of my heritage." I take a sigh. "I think you know what this means. Yes, as you can see..." I add a upside down 'V' then a period and then a upside down 'v' and then a ';' marking. "I amma try to stop writing Fan-Fictions because apparently the 'Bots and the two brothers are real. Yes, I have met Loki. Loki looks EXACTLY like his movie counterpart!" I wanted to put double exclamation marks but I resisted. "Do you notice my profile lacks a badge? Goody, that means you've finally noticed there are new moderators who are not immortal and can keep up with New Wattpad!"

And boy did I go on.

"I have seen your various messages asking where I am and if I have survived the rapture," I add. "Rest assured; the speedy typist is gonna continue on. Just...gonna be on a great adventure! I know it is. I wish for all the people who're there and making fanfictions of those who are not real; good luck. Have a brilliant life my mortal followers!"

I hit post.

Bang,bang,bang went on the door.

I log off New Wattpad.

"Freeze, damnnit!" I said,shaking my hands at the computer.

Do I want them to go through and mess with my stories because my password and such have been saved? Slag no! I pinch my middle finger against my thumb then a array of ice struck through the computer shattering it into pieces. I lift my middle finger off my thumb falling back over on the floor. So that is how I summon ice at least voluntarily.

The door lands to the floor with a thud.

I get up grabbing my backpack and trip over one part of the chair.

"Damn it!" I complain.

I look up to see dark elves.

"You little brat," The first towering dark elf said.

"Make up, anyone?" I ask, taking out a random bag of make up.

Where the hell did I get make up?

"That is mine," The second dark elf said, snatching the bag from me.

My leg should be aching or hurting by now.

"Daughter of Loki you just made the worst decisions of your life," The first dark elf said.

"Um," I said. "I hate to break your bubble but I made plenty of those writing stories I regret!" I laugh. "So hah!" I wave my finger side to side. "You are sooo wrong."

The last I saw was a oncoming boot.

Ow, that's gotta hurt.