I knew I was dreaming when SpikyKnight appeared yet having a different avatar of a woman wearing a helmet. The helmet had golden antlers going up in the direction most antlers belonging to Deer related animals usually go in terms of direction. I find this dream to be out of logic and sketchy. How else would I find a dream where SpikyKnight had apparently unmuted me but has a different avatar and is acting...different towards me.

Not the 'I don't believe you' acting.

But different, generally.

How different?, you might ask.

Then let me show you before I wake up from the strange dream.

"Did you really mean it?" SpikyKnight asks.

"No," I lied. "I did not."

I felt like I was sitting down in a chair watching it happen in a theater. I had no idea what SpikyKnight is referring to. Maybe it could be the phrase Walkslowgirl repeated from me. I honestly do not know where the sudden impulse to say 'I love you' came from. Normally I have excellent self control. If I had popcorn by my side to munch on then it would be a perfect comparison to viewing a Midgardian movie in the theater.

I squint noticing the background is a lake scenery where the sun is setting over Fan Fiction City's buildings, the gigantic 'A's tip reflecting a neat shade of orange, and the body of water showing a large circular pool of yellow-orange with two figures standing against the walls of a bridge. A couple of Wattpadians lurk in the forest watching on some thread cottages surrounded in trees that once had been weeds. The old thread cottages made back in the beginning of The Fan Fiction State.

SpikyKnight smiles.

"Nice to hear a honest lie from you," SpikyKnight said.

"An honest lie?" I ask. "Why I have never heard of the term 'honest lie',a lie is not honest and it is very deceiving." I remind SpikyKnight. "It is deception coated in what many Midgardians refer to as 'not truthful' words."

"No one knows when you're lying and when you're telling the truth," SpikyKnight said.

"It still does not make sense," I said. "And how did I get here?'

"Long story," SpikyKnight said.

"This is a dream," I said. "None of this is real."

I really wish I had popcorn watching myself react.

"That's what dreams are for," SpikyKnight said. "To act out our fantasy's in a state where no one can ever see it."

"But you see," I said. "You are taller, not short."

"I finally got to become 5'3," SpikyKnight said. "I am glad you finally noticed."

I stare at SpikyKnight in disbelief.

"You're what?" I ask.

"I'm taller!" SpikyKnight drew out the 'l' in taller as if didn't end.

I look down seeing she wore terribly knotted shoes and then look back up.

"You're wearing boots," I said.

"Nope," SpikyKnight said.

"Are too," I argue back.

"Am not." SpikyKnight retorts. "Because they go clickedy clack,clickedy clack,clickedy clack, whenever I go down a hall like at Wall-Mart, WallGreens, Hyvee, Target..."

"I get the point," I said.

"It is surprising that I actually grew taller," SpikyKnight said. "I learned once long ago that a person stops growing taller when they are 18. That's how tall they'll be until they grow old and get wrinkles."

I imagine SpikyKnight as a old woman.

Suddenly that old stereotype made SpikyKnight into a youthful old woman with that childlike energy in her eyes, her hair seems white as a ghost, and wrinkles here and there. She no longer wore a helmet but seemed to me as an old mortal before my eyes. SpikyKnight clicks her shoes together.

"How does my old self look?" SpikyKnight jokingly asks.

"You look short and old," I said.

"Aw," SpikyKnight sadly looks down to her shoes. "I am short again."

I raise a brow.

"Is being short a bad thing?" I ask.

"Well," SpikyKnight said. "I can still duck under people when the hall is crowded, so that's a plus." She sighs. "Sometimes I can't reach certain items in cabinets because of being short. People mistaken me for a child all the time...which I am not as you know."

SpikyKnight changes into the young and youthful woman I am most familiar to.

"It is a jungle for you," I said.

SpikyKnight nods.

"It is," SpikyKnight said, leaning against the wall of the bridge with a sly smile on her face and a little laugh. "When it is a traffic of people."

People are like a jungle gym to short people, true story.

"I see why you prefer to be taller," I said, earning a honest nod from SpikyKnight. "Being growing old and getting shorter doesn't make you seem ugly really." SpikyKnight's eyes brighten. "You looked fine as an old lady."

SpikyKnight looks shocked.

"Y-You complimented me," SpikyKnight said.

"Yes, I did," I said.

"The guy who considers himself better than everyone thinks I look beautiful as a old lady?" SpikyKnight asks, in shock.

"Yes," I said. "Do you need something else from me to be convinced?"

SpikyKnight nods.

I watch myself wrap my right arm around her shoulder and her hip meets mine.

"Since you're seeing stars indicating what I am doing," I said, tapping on her nose lightly. "You can't stop me from doing this."

I kiss SpikyKnight on the lips.

SpikyKnight does not literately melt in my arms but she melted in my arms. It was a warm kind of kiss similar to others I've done over the years with other women. Was this a fantasy of mine? I can't believe my own mind had dreamed this up. I broke the kiss seeing something shine in her eyes. It was the 'aw'' kind of one.

My dream self looks happy about the kiss.

_____________ ______

I lunge forward off the cot and land on the side right on the floor.

My eyes were blinded by whiteness at first and my eyes adjusted to the room. My eyes dart up towards the newly installed alarm clock stuck inside the wall yet halfway stuck out. It is very question provoking who's idea it was to put a alarm into the wall. I get up feeling a headache on the side of my head. I remember only kissing SpikyKnight in my dream. The setting, I recall, felt romantic enough it could have been a couple's stroll.

I look over to see a new story page with 31 chapters, a summery,and a title. It had everything filled out. The story is marked completed with creative commons as the copyright. That means people can use and distribute my work except they must attribute it to me. I turn away getting my attention on a fuzzy brown square box furniture with a turned off lamp connected into the power outlet. I notice the magnifying glass is halfway laid on and off the counter beside the cot.

"Female voice," I said. "What story did I write?"

"Loki and his Mistress," The female voice said.

I gasp.

"I did—what?" I ask, baffled.

"I_Am_Loki wrote a romantic novel about Loki and a woman Asgardian," The female voice said. "Book cover is of a flower in Loki's hand while he is sitting on the empty ledge of a window looking out towards the night sky. It is also rated mature for some scenes and language."

"...Is it up?" I ask.

"Yes," The female voice said. "32,580 reads and 42,000 votes and 500,896 comments."

"...500,896?" I ask.

"And counting," The female voice said.

"But that doesn't make sense!" I said. "My story has 32,580 reads!" I stress the number out. "That is a conflicting number. Shouldn't it be about the same range?"

"501,058 comments." The female voice said.

I pause, contemplating, absorbing the stunning news. I glance over towards the screen curious as to why so many people are posting comments within 5 seconds. 5 seconds is pretty fast for Midgardians but compared to a Asgardian 5 seconds is decades. Why yes I am exaggerating how patient most Asgardians are.

"...What is everyone talking about?" I ask, turning my attention towards the magnifying glass.

"How Loki lost the love interest to a vengeful Chitauri warrior and how he reacted to it." The female voice said. "Story has gone up to 33,030 reads."

I look down towards the floor, quite puzzled, when did I boldly decide to make a romantic love story that ends tragically? I look back towards the magnifying glass at least confused why the story came into being. The question is simple really and it needs to be answered.

"What is the name of the love interest?" I ask.

"The Goddess of Spikes; Knight." The female voice said.

I pick up the magnifying glass.

"Are you lying to me?" I ask, glaring at the blue screen.

"No," The female voice said. "Vulcans cannot lie."

"You're not a Vulcan," I said. "You are a machine."

"That was a joke," The female voice said.

"Your jokes are awful," I said. "Delete your joke function."

"It made you laugh last time," The female voice said. "And you didn't say anything mean about it."

"Delete the joke function," I order the magnifying glass.

"Function has been deleted," The female voice said. "Where to next?"

I thought about the Fan Fiction State.

The next I find myself on a big hill leading to different cities—lets not forget the towns— in the Fan Fiction State. Why yes the Fan Fiction State is not a country but a state. A unique state full of history. There are individual towns, landmarks,and cities inside the FanFiction State. The main hub of the Fan Fiction State is New York aka Fan Fiction City. Miles and miles away from the city is the eerily Pandora setting with the tree of souls. The tree of souls is a great distance from the city. Fans of the Navi—or as some people refer to them as 'Avatar; the blue people' when holding a discussion—lurk inside the forest. I learned long ago these people know the land better than the newer Wattpadians joining Wattpadheim and end up getting warned by the State Moderator.

It feels different that SpikyKnight is not a Moderator.

Truly it does.

I find myself in a smaller city to the Fan Fiction state.

I came into a western town that took over a typical modern day hang out base for a group of mortals. Motorcycles coated in armor are pared in the parking lot in simple colors: red,pink,white, blue,and yellow. I saw robotic dinosaur vehicles parked in the forest, a cheetah robot vehicle parked near, and many other vehicles fancy enough they could belong to a future civilization of Midgardians. I look down to see the shape of a metal lightning bolt beneath my shoes. I step off hearing my boots make a sliding metallic sound brushing against the surface.

I zap at the ground once on the low blades of grass.

The dust flew away landing on the vibrant green grass.

It spells; Power Rangers.

"Power Rangers?" I said. "Why does it sound familiar?"

"Hold!" A sharp boy voice pops up behind me. "Who goes here?"

"I," I said. "Loki."

"I_Am_Loki,face me!" I turn around to see a dark boy in a red suit. He looks little more than 13. A username is hovering above his head: SPDRanger. "How did you dare find my secret place?"

I laugh at his question.

"I don't know how," I said. "But it is more public then how you believe it is."

"So not," SPDRanger said.

"This is a town," I said. "Not a fan club. What part of the Fan Fiction State am in?"

SPDRanger gulps.

"The sinked side," SPDRanger said. "Where our threads do not show up in the main hub."

"Hm?" I ask.

"I suppose that's where the other towns came into being after Mods sinked them," SPDRanger said. "We have our own communities going on around here!" He points a long metal stick at my chest. "And you, sir, don't belong here."

"Then mute me," I said. "I dare you."

"I mute I_Am_Loki!" SPDRanger said.

SPDRanger turns gray.

"Hm," I said, turning away rubbing my chin. "So that's how Wattpadians mute these days." I walk my way through the forest. "I mute RandomGirl37!" Nothing really happened after doing it. I guess it is more effective when she is standing before me and kneeling. How priceless her reaction would be. "I unmute RandomGirl27."

Then again, nothing happened.

So I continued traveling and landed in a land similar to San Fransisco. I realized I wasn't in the normal verse of Wattpadheim when a blue honda with a dark man screaming like a girl driving and a white man reading a book at the same time heading my way. I take a step to the side. The car crashed into a jumpy float. The car flips over.

The dark man gets out of the blue honda.

"Gus!" The white man calls. "Why am I upside down?"

"THERE WAS A GUY IN THE ROAD, SHAWN!" Gus calls back.

"So?" Shawn said.

"He looked like Loki!" Gus exclaims.

I came closer and listened into their amusing argument.

"So you know Loki, the god of mischief, does not exist." Shawn said.

"YEAH!" Gus said.

"Gus," Shawn said. "You're over reacting. I am right beside you on the way to a wedding where the 'I dos' are going to be in order, a lot of dancing,and music. I don't want to lose my hearing, buddy." I turn the car over on the landing it back on its wheels. "Woah!"

"EEEeeeeee!" Gus screams.

"Gus!" Shawn said. "You nearly burst my ears."

I walk over into their way.

"Hello?" I said, watching them freeze. "I am Loki." I shortly wave. "I don't know you about you...but I really would like to know where in the nine realms I am."

Gus screams.

Shawn grabs Gus by the shoulders and shakes him.

"It's only a cosplayer!" Shawn said.

"THAT'S HIM!" Gus screams.

"Gus," Shawn said. "Only a cosplayer and fanboy knows Loki well enough to—"

 I rip open the drivers side door.

"THE BLUEBERRY!" Gus shouts.

I held the door.

"Now," I said. "What year is it and where am I?"

Shawn leans forward across Gus.

"You do not see us," Shawn said, waving his hand up and down then around in a circle. "We are only a figment of your imagination."

I narrow my eyes towards Shawn.

"Do not pull the Jedi trick on me, mortal," I said. "I am the god of trickery and mischief." I began to curl the door into a ball casually. "So for starters," I made a cut on my index finger and then suck on it. "My bad," I take my finger out of my mouth,shook my finger, then resume the crunching. "Answer my question..." I look over towards the side doors. "Or else the side door is next."

"You're in San Francisco, year 2015," Gus said. "My insurance agents won't believe Loki did this to my new,new,new blueberry!"

"Still 2015?" I ask.

They nod.

I toss the ball over my shoulder.

"Go fetch," I said. "And goodbye."

Gus drove in my way.

"GIVE ME A PICTURE!" Gus demands.

I stood there, blinking, confused.

"What?" I ask.

"A picture!" Gus shouts as Shawn's jaw has dropped.

"I am not the best artist,but give me a pen and paper," I said.

"Gus, he's not a camera enthusiast." Shawn said.

"He's the one responsible for my doorless side!" Gus said. "How about you, about to be wed man of the day, get up in your tux and snap a shot with him!"

"You want mead?" I ask. "I can give you a shot of mead...but then you will be impaired driving."

"Dude," Shawn said. "Loki is from...Ass god, where-ever that is, and shots are like literal to him."

"I am from Asgard," I said. "Stupid mortal."

"I can run you over much as I like and take a picture of you with tire prints over your face," Gus said. "And I can go into jail for doing that but I can make it very painful for you." Gus hands Shawn the small square device. "Stand still and pose for the groom!"

I notice Shawn is in a tux.

I realize Shawn is getting married as he gets out holding the square device.

"Maybe we should go with the impaired driving?" Shawn suggests.

"You're getting married," I said. "Hold on," I then get the passenger side doors and smash them into a ball. Shawn is taking pictures like mad, or rather, a video of my act. I crunch the truck up into pieces. "Now, this is a gift you can not explain away."

"Dude!" Shawn said, lowering the camera. "You just got the car totalled!"

I toss the parts into the creek.

"Nooo!" Gus cries.

"Yeesss," I said, in contrast. "My gift." I rub my two fingers together. "The groom should always have his door remaining." I grin at Gus's direction then turn towards Shawn. Since Shawn reacted like I cannot exist then it is safe to say he doesn't exist in my universe. "Have a nice wedding day..." I tilt my head. "Did you propose?"

"Yes," Shawn said, holding the camera up. A blue button glows and the lens is rotated out. "My last name is Spencer."

"Have a wedding day, Spencers." I said. "Now I must go back in the direction I came."

"Why?" Shawn asks.

"I have some-one to prove wrong," I said. "Now do not follow me!"

I recount my tracks walking away into the forest until I got back into Wattpadheim, actually, I found myself in the Mystery/Thriller State where mystery's are amok. There are clues left every where in the state. Small cities were here and there but overall it is not very active. The statues of Nancy Drew and Sherlock Holmes are on display to the entrance of the state. I look down to see my finger has healed.

Good.

I feel the magnifying glass vibrating in my pocket.

I had a feeling the magnifying glass has some good news for me.